Stratholme God

Chapter 497 Blood
The alliance troops on the battlefield receded like a tide after killing the ghoul troops.

Not sloppy?
No, this is simply the art of killing.

1000 people go up and 1000 people come back.

Killed so many ghouls without breathing.

The only [Junchen] who was injured, it can be seen at a glance that it was intentional by his teammates.

With a weapon like a two-handed sword, it's easy to deny your relatives when you wield the Whirlwind Slash. One bad thing is to cut your teammates in half.

How could it be so precise that it just cut the ass in half?

It can only be said that those guys who played the black hands have already perfected their sword skills and can retract and release them freely.

With this hand alone, the title of [Sword Master] is not too much.

In terms of the quality of the individual soldiers alone, the tribal fighter Jiutiaojie who came this time has been blown away.

Killing Tyrande and Shandris would not know that [Junchen Tianya] was hacked by his teammates because he posted pictures in the group all day long, and then he fulfilled the chrysanthemum million people.

However, a thousand awesome guys are wearing some kind of [Sergeant] badge, and they are considered the lowest rank of miscellaneous soldiers in the battle order.

Tyrande and the others were really shocked.

"These 1 people are all elites of this level?" Shandris couldn't believe it.

"No..." Tyrande instinctively wanted to say that it was impossible, but before he finished speaking, he changed his words: "Let's see again."

As it turns out, it really is.

There are more heavy equipment on the alliance side, and it seems that there are many people.In fact, there are 1 people on the Horde side, and [-] players on the Alliance side with [-] Azeroth humans.

In the first eight waves of attacks, the alliance didn't even use heavy weapons, just relying on the killing performance of the sand sculpture players, they chopped down all the enemies who attacked in the first eight waves.

It is no exaggeration, looking at their proficient killing skills, smooth coordination, and smooth killing performance, it is true to say that these guys are Spartan warriors per capita.

It's a pity that the king of Sparta only had three hundred red underpants, but the alliance had 1 people.

In terms of absolute combat power, the Rivendell elite soldiers who have experienced many battles are stronger than the players, which is determined by their physical fitness.Their body templates are at least five to ten levels higher than the player's.

But outsiders don't know that sand sculpture players can be resurrected!
The tactics of elite soldiers, coupled with the outrageous equipment of Thorium suits per capita, and the high ratio of priests and paladins among the main force of the alliance, it is easy to become a situation where no one can die alone to pass the level.

Coupled with the quintessential rotation system, few of them are physically exhausted and out of breath.

Looking at those elite trident fighters who were still fighting on the front lines and dared to sit on the grass for lunch 200 meters away, Shandris was a little speechless: "Ghouls, abominations, necromancers, howling banshees, crypt demons ...the Alliance handled it so easily, I am now finally convinced that the Alliance drove the Scourge away."

"I would also like to thank the Alliance for their cooperation in destroying the portal of the Burning Legion." Tyrande added.

Yes, without the alliance's cross-horizon bombardment, maybe the three clans would have to face endless demons.For the ageless night elves, the extremely cruel battle of the ancients ten thousand years ago does not seem to be such a long memory.

Fandral curled his lips in disdain: "It depends on their performance in the face of the big devil. Huh? Here we come."

In the field of vision from the owl spirit, a ridiculously large dread demon king came to kill him.

A normal Dread Demon King is only over two meters tall, no more than three meters tall.

But this Dreadlord is almost inflated.

With a height of three floors and a little over ten meters, humans can only hit his knees in front of him.

Brian* Bronzebeard put the musket in his hand, and complained: "God, he's so tall! It's like a balloon airship I made."

Saidan Dathrohan spoke up: "Actually, it's not impossible to skin such a big demon and make it into a balloon..."

The three men from the Bronzebeard family glanced at the tall Saidan: "Are you really a paladin?"

"It's true!" Sai Dan patted his chest.

This guy doesn't know yet, because he has been with the big army for a long time, he has already escaped.It turns out that in history, he attacked Stratholme City alone because he was too violent. He was killed by the Dread Demon King, but he was skinned and lost his bag on the spot. This is how the series of tragedies of the Scarlet Crusade happened. .

Here, Alsace frowned at the large Dreadlord, who was clearly abnormal in size, and looked at Macdonald: "Are you really not going to end?"

MacDonald smiled: "You don't even have confidence in dealing with a rogue fish terror king?"

The second fool smiled: "Of course not."

After all, he carried the [Fire is Very Happy] with a very tribal style, and went up with half of the alliance heroes.

Tyrande, who was watching the battle from behind, frowned.

The alliance is clearly staying strong.

She did not question the coalition's position.

Even if people pretend to be coercive, if it is really done with half the manpower, the pretense will become awesome.

"Scream! Scream—the plague is coming—"

The opening remarks of the dreadlord Anasseron were really powerful. With a roar, the branches of the trees in the whole valley swayed.

No matter how you look at it, it is full of momentum.

Needless to say, the night elves watching the battle all looked awe-inspiring.

But the painting style of the alliance...

Really *beat the gongs and drums!

A group of sand sculpture players even made Ansai waist drums, suonas, and gongs.A half-circle was formed far behind the alliance hero, booing crazily.

【Waves a knife from the palace sauce】: "Damn daddy!"

[LKH's hobbies]: "Why are you so noisy?"

[Don't forget the original intention in life]: "Property management! Come to the property management to take this group of monsters!"

Well, the guy who claimed to call the property management to complain about disturbing the people yelled 100 decibels himself.

That kind of excitement, the uninformed earthlings would even think that this group of teasers are watching the NBA All-Star game just by listening to the sound.

McDonald is willing to hold his forehead. With such a group of teasing subordinates, he always feels ashamed of thieves.

Of course, the fighting scene is still very good-looking.

After all, the league's all-star lineup is not as troublesome as players pushing their own dungeons.

On the left side of the screen, the Dreadlord starts with a Swarm Storm.

On the left side of the field of vision, a large group of evil bugs from the dark rift crossed the space. As soon as they spewed out in a cone shape, they met the [Dragon's Breath] of the high-precision archmage Rommath on the right.

Two terrifying tornadoes with a diameter of more than 30 meters faced each other in midair.

This is the confrontation between the forces of darkness and the elements of fire.

The sharp chirping of insects and the surrounding sound of roaring flames violently stimulated the ear drums of everyone around.

Fortunately, since ancient times [Duibo], it must be the left side that loses.

Rommath, who was told not to hold back early in the morning, tried his best to overwhelm Anaceron's [Swarm Storm], and at least burned the flames on the Dreadlord.

A typical low-damage, extremely humiliating move.

Anaseron didn't expect that he would fight for chicken blood, and he, who was knocked out by the evil power bestowed by Mengde Yu, lost half a chip in a face-to-face, and suddenly became angry: "My swarm is eager for flesh and blood—"

He was ready to drum up more dark bugs.

At this time, a two fools knocked down Anaceron with a [Charge] over 60 yards, jumping on the belly is a sword.

"Blood your sister!"

(End of this chapter)