Stratholme God

Chapter 510

[Finger of Death] It's really outrageous!

If you say seconds, you will be in seconds!
Poke whoever lies dead!
Stare at whoever is reincarnated!
It is completely unimaginable what it would be like if Archimonde used this trick to get the group of elves and beauties treasured by someone in Miao Mai.

Probably, it is heartache and despair!
McDonnell calculated long ago that in reality Archimonde is not brain-dead, and he would not keep this kind of quick-witted big move to press the bottom of the box to death.

Rather than let Mengde kill people randomly, and constantly capture the souls of heroes to amplify the move and cause the group to be wiped out, it is better to use Mai Jiuming's flesh and blood body to consume Mengde's [Death One Finger] first, so that Mengde can doubt the magic life .

However, any big moves that involve instant death judgments or the law of causality are definitely not as common as eating and drinking, and they can be used casually.

If it is used too much, Archimonde himself can't bear it.

That's what McDonald's bet on.

After three strokes of the middle finger of death in a row, I could really feel that the shadow energy radiating from Archimonde's body was much thinner.

If Mengde can use [Finger of Death] indefinitely in seconds, then wouldn't we have to summon Gatling Bodhisattva to deal with Mengde with six large tubes of pure 3600 rotations per second of Buddha's light?
Seeing that McDonald miraculously withstood the second finger of death, the tribal heroes felt that they were doing it again.

"Come on! We can do it!" Thrall encouraged everyone, shouting passionate slogans to attack.

They were no longer willing to have their toes trimmed, and instead jumped on Mengde's constantly moving calf, which was at an angle of 60 degrees to the ground, jumped to the bloody wound in an extremely brutal manner, and directly tore it open.

Fortunately, Cenarius' [Healing] and [Rejuvenation] are enough to allow the heroes of the Horde to bear the corrosiveness of Archimonde's blood.One side is injured and the other is crazy output, and they can do it.Otherwise, there is no need for Mengde to make such a toss, and he will directly send a few souls to Mengde to amplify his moves.

This time, Archimonde was really in pain.

A few orcs jumped into Mengde's calf wound. What's the difference between this and a leech jumping on a human's calf to suck blood?

That one hurts!
He finally couldn't help it, stopped casting spells with one right hand, and bent down to try to pick out those green humanoid maggots.

"Don't even think about it!" Brian* Bronzebeard finally became a hunk. With unimaginable strength, he put his hands on the soles of Uther's feet, turning the old Uther into a cannonball of holy light, and flew straight into the sky.

The evil black light collided fiercely with the righteous golden light in less than a tenth of a second.

At the same time as the golden light exploded, the door-shaped nail clipper named [Ashbringer] slashed fiercely on Mengde's right middle finger.

"what--"

Mengde's nails shattered on the spot.

As the saying goes, the ten fingers are connected to the heart.

Fingernails were smashed, it was really painful.

Otherwise, why did so many tortures in ancient China have to do with fingers?

Just over there, Rexxar exploded in anger, slashed crazily, and finally split open a big piece of meat that could not be hugged by two people together. At the same time, under the pain, Archimonde backed away in great embarrassment, almost staggering to the ground .

Since the beginning of the game, Mengde has been in the air every second of every second, and no one can't handle it.

Now that Mengde is deflated, the morale of the heroes of the coalition army is immediately boosted.

Mengde's already blue face felt even greener.

He really likes to fight alone, even if he is an enemy, he is worthy, being able to crush those bug-like enemies with absolute strength is the greatest joy of his life.

Azeroth is a weird place, the planet has a will of its own.

As soon as Archimonde arrived, he felt targeted. This world was rejecting his entry, frantically suppressing his power, isolating the space, and preventing him from summoning power from other worlds.

He doesn't care, every time he jumps into the trap, and then smashes the trap together with the conspirators hiding in the dark, it's only fun to be a demon.

Only this time, for the first time in his life, he felt life-threatening.

At first, he didn't think that the closer he was to the World Tree, the more oppressive the world would be on him. Even these bug-like villains dared to fight against him and hurt him.

Archimonde wanted to magnify his moves, but he didn't have a soul in his hand.

[Soul Recharge] What is needed is not ordinary souls - the souls of the demons of the Burning Legion are not good, those things are too filthy, and there is no explosive point; the suffering souls that are hoarded are not good enough, and the vitality is not enough; the most ideal, of course. Fresh souls, freshly stripped from their bodies, the stronger the better.

I thought that with so many villains, the souls are still fragrant, and if you kill any one, you will get ammunition.

Who would have thought that the [Finger of Death], which tried everything, failed even four times?

This flying human is simply poisonous!
"Hahaha! Can you catch me?"

"Even Kil'jaeden's grandmother moves faster than you!"

"Come on! Continue to use [Finger of Death]? Use it! Whoever doesn't use it is a dog!"

"I will skin you, cut your flesh, chop off your tendons to use as a slingshot, and shoot your head back into the Burning Legion to use as a chamber pot for Kil'jaeden."

McDonald's chattering sarcasm, if it was just a lip service, Mengde would at most be the incompetent rage of the loser.But McDonald really hurt him!
Even if McDonnell doesn't hurt much every time, it's extremely humiliating!
Mengde couldn't imagine how Kil'jaeden would laugh at him if he went back this time.

Mengde knew very well that with [Finger of Death], he could get things done in seconds, so he just couldn't help it, and gave McDonald another finger.

"Grass!" McDonnell cursed in his heart.

Life - 1.

So far, he has theoretically died five times.

Well this...

People can be hanged, corpses can be dragged, and the king of Zaun will never admit defeat in the field of keyboards.

McDonnell kept warmly greeting the whole family of Archimonde with the [Eridan] sent by Mr. Wang.

This scene made the coalition heroes dumbfounded.

False MT: looks like a big muscle bully, carrying a boss on his shoulders, and doing pedicures at the feet of the boss.

Real MT: Looks weak at first glance, seduces the boss, and flies in the air to attract most of the firepower.

No, Archimonde even threw the [Flame of Destruction] into the sky, but he couldn't hit Mai.

All the heroes of the coalition made a fortune in silence, and secretly slashed Mengde.

It wasn't until the vitality was halved that Mengde suddenly realized - grass!This little bitch is trying to seduce me on purpose.

But he has no other tricks!
He intends to put [Death Hand] to clear the field and kill the whole group instantly, but the soul stock is insufficient.

So he yelled.

"%T$!%@#"

It's Eredan, and it probably means get the hell out of here, little beasts.

When McDonald first heard it, he was stunned.

I have played so many dungeons in the game, but I have never seen Archimonde recruit a younger brother.

What about a one-on-one boy group?
The promise was so reckless that he swore to die and not call for help?
Blizzard you lied to me!
The heroes heard the strange humming sound coming from the foot of the mountain, and as soon as they turned their heads, they could see a large number of doomsday guards flapping their wings and flying over.

[Situ Yanpo], who was resting on the mountainside, crazily complained: "Archimonde is not reckless, Lord Qingjie!"

(End of this chapter)