Chapter 454: Blinding the Dragon

What kind of world joke is this!?

Even though Kurdran had slain so many red dragons controlled by the orcs, he never imagined that he would face an opponent of this caliber one day.

A dragon less than a thousand years old could easily destroy a town.

A young dragon less than ten thousand years old could destroy a human legion.

And an ancient dragon over ten thousand years old?

The answer is—it could destroy a kingdom!

The dragon was still far away, but it had already let out a roar, the surging sound waves scattering the clouds and causing a slight distortion in the surrounding air.

Its red wings spread, causing the earth to tremble slightly.

Like a comet about to crash, it swooped towards the ground, heading straight for the Lordaeronians blocking the Horde's retreat.

Well, here's the question.

How do you stop a rampaging horde of mad orcs? The answer is to form a solid infantry formation.

How do you save more lives under the breath of an ancient dragon? The answer is to scatter the formation, turning a square formation into a dispersed one.

In any situation, Mograine knew how to respond.

Unfortunately, when faced with this hellish situation, even the brave and warlike Alexandros Mograine was at a loss.

He had received Duke's emergency magical communication.

But a hundred thousand-strong army isn't something that can retreat at the whim of one person. On the noisy battlefield, it would take at least ten minutes for the order to reach the front line. And if they were fighting well and suddenly asked the soldiers to scatter, most soldiers' first reaction would be to refuse.

Blocking the path of the orc army's retreat, killing the most orcs, this was a mission that King Terenas personally took on. King Terenas hated the orcs who had turned the entire Silverpine Forest into scorched earth, although most of the fire-burning was done by the fff group's flamethrowers, but without the orcs, there would be no need for such brutal weapons... well, in the end, the orcs deserved to die.

And as the core of the Alliance, Lordaeron must play a more important role, not let Duke monopolize the glory.

As a result, the first target of the dragon that came out of nowhere was the Lordaeron legion.

Even though Mograine had sounded the call for dispersed combat, the dragon was still too fast.

As the dragon flew by at high speed, the wind pressure generated by the mere flapping of its wings caused a terrible storm in half of the Lordaeron legion, blowing everyone nearby off their feet, rolling around on the ground like tumbleweeds.

Huge ballistas and catapults, which originally required two horses to pull and at least ten engineers to operate.

Well, now these huge war machines have all become like children's toys, directly disassembled by the dragon's claws as they passed by. A catapult was caught in mid-air by the dragon's claw, then thrown down at will. The wooden cart disintegrated in mid-air, turning into countless fragments like leaves scattered in a storm.

They pattered down on the heads of the Lordaeron soldiers.

Suddenly, a not-so-large but very eye-catching blue-purple light appeared above the Lordaeron legion.

That was the glow of a portal opening, and an old mage with white hair and a white beard stepped out of the portal in mid-air. The next moment, his slowly descending body stood on a huge block of ice that had risen from the ground.

In the Alliance, there are only two mages who have such a presence!

The one who is good at playing with frost is naturally

Antonidas, the strongest mage in Dalaran.

The old mage leaned on his ice staff, looked up to the sky and shouted, his angry voice echoed in the sky through magical amplification: "Talritha! Answer me, why have you also fallen to serve these despicable green creatures!?"

"Forgive me—Alexstrasza is in their hands, I have no choice." Talritha's vertical pupils revealed clear sorrow.

With that, the ancient dragon Talritha spread his wings, which were at least thirty or forty meters wide, almost hovering in mid-air. A faint red light emerged from his chest, then spread to his long neck, and from his terrifying dragon mouth, he spewed out a fierce dragon breath.

This dragon breath was so huge, it felt like the entire sky had turned into a giant fire cloud, heavily pressing on the entire Scarlet Crusade.

Almost at the same time, a giant ice tornado over a hundred meters in diameter suddenly rose up without warning. The cold breath quickly condensed into palm-sized ice shards, mixed in the tornado and shot up into the sky, colliding with the hellish dragon breath fire in mid-air.

At that moment, the entire sky seemed to flicker with a chaotic glow composed of white and red. The violent energy reaction stirred up a huge energy turbulence, completely enveloping the entire northern area of the battlefield.

Around Antonidas, a thousand people were instantly swept into death by the terrifying energy turbulence.

This was not the end, the violent energy continued to spread in all directions.

With the battle between the dragon and the man as the center, time seemed to stop for a second, and then the next second time resumed, a powerful shock wave that could overturn everything within a kilometer, began to sweep across the entire battlefield.

Well, the battle of hundreds of thousands of people was messed up by these two completely overpowered guys.

This was not a battle of the same level.

Mortals simply couldn't intervene in this level of battle.

At this time, Duke arrived.

"We're late." Alleria bit her lip.

"No, it's not too late, or rather, just right!" Duke handed a particularly sturdy arrow to Alleria, and another one to Alleria.

"Hmm?"

"Can you shoot these two arrows into Talritha's eyelids?"

"What's the use?" Alleria expressed doubt: "Dragons have a layer of eye membrane harder than steel on their eyes, our arrows can't hurt it even if they hit."

"I didn't say I wanted to kill Talritha." Actually, Duke was more confused. But Duke dared not say it. Historically, Talritha should have died in Grim Batol Fortress controlled by the Dragonmaw clan because she was too weak.

Why the hell is Talritha still alive and kicking and coming to be the Horde's rescue team?

But the work that needs to be done still needs to be done.

Duke couldn't sit by and watch the Alliance's army get beaten up.

"Alleria, you shoot first."

"Okay!" Alleria, with her silver hair, drew her bow and arrow.

Like her sister, Alleria's posture when drawing the bow also had a heroic taste. The Creator gave the high elves the most beautiful appearance, and long-term fighting trained the Windrunner sisters' unparalleled heroism on the battlefield.

The wind blew, and Alleria's arrow of wind floated out.

The flight path of the arrow was so light, like a wisp of catkin in the wind.

Talritha in the fierce battle did not notice this arrow until the arrow exploded less than half a meter from his eyeball, bursting into a dazzling light.

A flashbang?