Chapter 234 The Power of Fel

Faced with the dense rain of arrows from the centaurs, Cenarius didn't dodge or avoid, even showing a disdainful look in his emerald eyes.

Countless arrows instantly struck his body, but only a bunch of "immune, immune, immune" showed in white text.

The arrows fell from Cenarius's iron-like muscles like straw, not hurting him in the slightest.

For him, the attack of these centaurs was merely like being tickled.

What? Shadow of War was suddenly taken aback.

Gul'dan and the others were also taken by surprise, this was quite impressive.

Cenarius (Forest Guardian), "Ignorant offspring, lowly descendants, your impudence enrages me, your foolishness astonishes me. I am the son of Elune and Malorne, a demigod's form. Your weapons cannot harm me in the slightest. Now, pay the price for your arrogance and malice—Awaken, forest!"

Divine Arts—Summon Treant Cluster!