Stratholme God

Chapter 1218 It's Him
It doesn't matter whether people believe it or not, at least you have to believe it first.

Wrathion's unscrupulous slogan really bluffed the other black dragons.

You are healthy!

The Heilong family can still produce great loyal ministers!

They also shouted.

This made Wrathion very annoyed, he was forced to follow the thief, and these sand sculpture compatriots seemed to have really been tamed by that little human.

But he didn't have time to worry about it.

Olyse Lazor is a worthy opponent at any rate.

Formerly known as the famous ancient dragon in the green dragon clan, Alysera has excellent aerial combat skills.Even if she didn't have royal blood, she wouldn't be powerless against Wrathion.

The bad thing is that her reincarnation is too hip.

Firehawk!

The greatest quality is fire!

When the flames lingering around her with a temperature as high as [-] degrees used [Fire Meteor], [Fire Hurricane] and other tricks but could not cause damage to the enemy, the ending was doomed.

Isn't it just hand-to-hand combat? For this, the black dragon said that I am familiar with it.

Although Wrathion lacked combat experience, his size and his stronger defense were here.He is a full size bigger than Olyse Lazor, but his speed and agility are comparable. Wrathion also has an extra tail (the sad leader of the Firehawk has a short tail...).

Don't look at the two of them circling in the sky, biting each other, beating the elements rippling, and sparks flying everywhere, but it was Wrathion who beat the traitor Firehawk from the beginning to the end!

In the ears of the sand sculpture players, the auditory hallucinations of "eighty, eighty" came out.

In just 5 minutes, this seemingly massive battle was decided.

After receiving heavy blows in succession, Olyse Lazor finally couldn't hold it anymore, and his movements obviously sluggish for a moment. The huge black dragon seized the opportunity and hammered the dragon's tail with the ancestral meteor of Deathwing's family. It was very insidious. The 'scorpion style' attack.

The dragon's tail shot out from the gap between his right wing and his arm, and hit the Fire Eagle straight on the face.

Olyse Lazor let out a wail, and most of his body was no longer surrounded by flames.For fire element creatures, this is a precursor to hiccups.

She fell to the ground with a bang, and her huge body smashed out a huge pool of flames the size of a football field in an instant. Even the land of flames seemed to make a painful sound at this moment.

This is not the end.

Wrathion's huge body like a little black flash made a 1080-degree front flip in mid-air, and slammed his giant tail on the Firehawk.

So brutal!

Just thinking about it, the long tail stretched to the extreme, a full seven-story building, when the inertia and strength are full, and when it hits down hard, the scene is extremely bloody.

Ignoring the flying fire hawk limbs and cuticle debris, some people will believe you said it was rice cakes.

Coupled with the screams that haven't stopped since the beginning of the fall, and the bursting flame-like blood, it's completely different.

This became an out-and-out execution for a traitor.

Nothing wrong!

Today, the Black Dragon Legion under Macdonald is at least famous in the Dragon Rest Temple.

The traitor of the green dragon, the black dragon came to execute.

God damn it makes sense!
McDonnell sat upright in the command post, listening to the incoming battle reports, with his left hand holding a glass goblet like a flower, his right hand lightly resting on the armrest and pointing rhythmically with his right index finger from time to time, echoing in his ears. It was Liadrin's harp.

The whole atmosphere is just two words - high class!
In contrast, it was the solemn and serious report.

Almost every half hour, a battle report with special significance came.

"Report - Black Dragon Wrathion killed the leader of the Firehawk [Olyserazor]."

"Report—Jianna Proudmoore and Kael'thas* Sunstrider jointly killed the leader of the Cinderweb Spider [Bethtilak]."

"Report! Marshal Alsace led the Southern Heroes to kill the leader of the molten core giant [Lord Leolis]."

"...Admiral Danas Trollbane led his elite to kill the leader of the Fire Demon, Shanknox!"

"Northern and Southern armies have successfully joined forces!"

……

So far, a whole day has passed.

It stands to reason that it should be rested.

Faced with the old wolf king Jean's question, MacDonald shook his head: "We can be steady, but steady does not mean slow. When the land of flames completely descends and merges with the planet Azeroth, we will not have the advantage we have now. Order—— Rotate the lineup and enter the night battle!"

In the night battle of modern warfare, lighting has always been a big problem.

Without enough lighting, let alone shooting a gun, at most it would be a random bombardment of cannons.

Interestingly, there is never a lack of light in the Firelands.The flame elements hovering in mid-air, and the long river of flames flowing on the ground, all release light and heat all the time.

Taking advantage of the high morale of the coalition forces, McDonald gave the order to take turns to fight as if he was watching Ragnaros.

The troops who had assaulted for a long time were ordered to stay in place to rest, and more reserve troops came up from the rear.

It's no wonder that the alliance is too familiar with Lager's men.

The voices of veterans and lieutenants guiding Mengxin can be heard everywhere.

"Remember, don't take off your mask at any time except for eating and drinking. Moving the frost barrier is not 100% safe. If you are burned half of your body by a fire monster, you may not die. Once you inhale excessive flame elements, your lungs will be damaged. It will be finished first, even the Holy Light can’t save you.”

"Keep it near the inside of the mobile shield. This thing is a mobile magic circle. When attacked by flames, the protection range will be reduced."

The army is expanding. Except for a small number of veterans who fought in Molten Core that year and were retired due to injuries, most of the veterans have been promoted and become the backbone of the army.

Their presence greatly boosted the morale of the recruits.

And the news of victory after the series of battles brought their self-confidence and ambition to a peak.

According to the requirements of the tactical manual, they surrounded the mechanized vehicles such as tanks in a circle with the mobile frost protection circle as the center. People got out of the vehicles to rest, or took turns to eat, or overhaul the vehicles, or whispered.

They couldn't hide the excitement in their hearts as they watched the friendly troops rush past their flanks with dust rising from the rear.

At this time, in Acherus, a piece of news finally made Tyrande, who had been restless for so long, feel relieved.

Unlike any previous fight against the evil army, this crusade gave the night elves a different meaning.

Tyrande hadn't felt so uneasy in a long time.

Leaning on the left armrest for a while, leaning against the back of the chair for a while, sometimes playing with my ten fingers uneasily while pretending to be asleep, until...

"Report! We found a target suspected to be Fandral * Buck Helm. The appearance of the other party has changed a lot. Our scouts cannot be 100% sure."

Tyrande glanced at the male night elf whose hair and beard swayed like flames in the magic mirror, and immediately exchanged glances with his adoptive daughter, Shandris Feather Moon, seeing each other's affirmative eyes, her mouth He exhaled a long breath of foul air.

"It's him!"

(End of this chapter)