Boom!
Massive boulders crashed down one after another.
Endless streams of Slave Warriors trampled over the blood-soaked ground, charging forward only to be crushed by the tumbling stones.
Even so, the Slave Warriors, fearless and undaunted by the carnage, ignored all injuries and losses, pushing forward with all their might.
A relentless barrage of long-range attacks flew from behind the rolling debris like torrential rain.
Those who charged alongside the Slave Warriors quickly fell under the dense cover of the long-range assault.
The overwhelming long-range offensive kept the Slave Warriors from advancing within 300 meters of the camp.
Watching the Slave Warriors collapse in droves, the city walls of Azshara, aglow with flickering flames and Spell lights, left the observing Dwarven Elves with tangled expressions.
Among the group, over a dozen Dwarven Elf Commanders, faces darkened with displeasure, murmured quietly as they tallied their losses:
