Stratholme God

Chapter 513 Despicable stranger
Just as [tired, I want my sister to hug] put on a fart look, the corners of Tyrande's eyes kept twitching as he watched this scene through the owl spirit.

What Sunset Excalibur?
Isn't this the Hunter's [Shoot]?

Even the arrows are changed to the shape of flying swords, what's the trouble?

It's not without power, but is it worth it to spend so much effort just to be handsome for a few seconds?
Tyrande can't understand the thinking of sand sculpture players.

The head can be broken, but the hairstyle can't be messed up.

Anyway, there is resurrection, what are you afraid of?

Over there [Old Miao Mie] rushed forward with a long sword in hand. His movements were fine, but his clothes were very problematic.Who wears a black coir raincoat and a bamboo hat on a sunny day?The painting style is all playing tricks, okay?

"World of Warcraft" does not allow mods, but these sand sculptures can't stop these sand sculptures from playing cosplay with physical means in the real Azeroth, mods, one or two are dressed in fancy clothes.

Tyrande almost wanted to spray [Lao Mo Mie] on this stuff.

But he slid one step to avoid the flying hook of Hate's iron chain. When the sword light shined, more than a dozen cold lights flashed, and all the sutures on the whole body of such a big Hate were cut off.

Without the sutures, the hatred immediately shattered into a large pile of trembling flesh.

This kind of monster that uses dark magic to sew corpses together, it is very difficult to completely eliminate it. After cutting it into countless pieces with one move, heh, some monsters are still alive, and it is already 'dead'.

Even its arm was chopped into 18 yuan, and its only end is to wait for the follow-up alliance flamethrower to wash the ground.

The Trident Legion had an overwhelming advantage against the elite demons. This scene stunned many onlookers.

only……

Mengde doesn't care!
"Sad mortals! Resist! Struggle! My favorite thing is to see you struggle and fail, and finally despair!" The core of the curse words full of evil spirits is one sentence - I don't believe that none of you will die .

It is impossible to fight without dying.

No, [Junchen Tianya], who was the cannon king in a tank, just taught a fear guard how to be a man with an 85mm artillery, and his chrysanthemum was stolen.

A doomsday guard with broken wings fell from the sky, and the beheading sword slashed fiercely at the connection between the turret and the body, and then lifted it, and the entire turret weighing more than 7 tons flew away.

[Junchen] used a mental shock on this guy in time, but couldn't hold it back, another doomsday guard fell down, and sacrificed [Junchen] with a single knife.

Dirty god, strong and fragile.In the spiritual realm, they huddled together and could even resist N'Zoth.

As for the deity, he is only at an elite level, and he will quit when he encounters a stronger guy, and he is not good at one-to-many.

Over there, Mendele is happy.

"Hahaha! Death! Destruction! Come on, sweet souls—you will be the fuel for me to destroy this world...burn..."

Archimonde waved his hand in the direction of the mountainside.

The normal script is a powerful and unwilling soul, dragged by his powerful soul traction, reluctantly sucked in, loaded into his evil magic [cannon chamber] like a cannonball, and became a regiment destroying coalition force The Engine of the Legion of Heroes.

The script is well written.

However, after beckoning for a long time, he insisted on beckoning loneliness.

What is this ghost?

The nannies of the coalition heroes opposite him were all nervous, afraid that Mengde would zoom in in the next second.

Cenarius was almost suffocated, and he was ready for [Tranquility] long ago, but Mengde was constipated and couldn't use his ultimate move.

As a demigod, his [Serenity] power is enormous, and his mana consumption is astonishing. Once released, at least one-fifth of his magic power will be gone.

The nannies here are preparing for a long time as if they are facing the enemy. Who would have thought that Mengdela's hips would be there?
At first Archimonde thought it was his own illusion, but soon he realized that it was wrong.

If the trident soldiers can fight again, they will still die.

Dozens of them died, and Mengde couldn't catch a single soul.

The commander of the Burning Legion finally confirmed these ferocious human beings—there is no soul!
This time, the big devil's aggressiveness was a little bit awkward.

"Vile mortals! Where are your souls?"

Really * soul torture!

Mengde wanted to ask, who is the devil?A dead person has no soul?
The demons of the Burning Legion here are called demons simply because they do all kinds of bad things.In essence, they are still various powerful races with Eredar people as the core, but after they die, they can roll back and be resurrected, which seems endless and extremely evil.

Mengde didn't even know that the sand sculpture players on the opposite side also didn't have their souls in this world. They were just clones that projected their souls through the system and controlled them in the world of Azeroth.

Well, after fighting for a long time, I thought it was Zhu Xian's game, but who would have thought that it was actually a 'Battle of the Gods'?
If I have to explain Archimonde's behavior, it is probably "About Two or Three Things About Being Coquettish"!

Regarding the accusation of the despicable and shameless big devil, McDonald is of course... beaten to death and refuses to admit it.

"Despicable and shameless devil! You don't want to capture the souls of our alliance warriors! We would rather use the [Nine Heavens and Ten Lands Sealing Spirit Formation] to imprison our own souls, or even annihilate them, and not let the souls become bait for your devils! "

At this moment, McDonald's is not fighting alone.

The human sages of Azeroth 2800 years ago seemed to be watching him.

The sacred creatures of the heavens seemed to have sent a congratulatory message.

That upright and awe-inspiring style of painting;

That majestic and heroic figure;

Fascinate the elves.

No one thought that Mai was actually thinking at the moment: Damn!Almost broke through!

Mengde is very fierce. When he plays a few tricks that seem to be full of randomness and accidents over and over again, no matter how stupid the hero is, he knows how to deal with it.

When the orc hero had the courage to bear the continuous damage of [Destruction Flame], while enjoying the demigod-level [Rejuvenation] milk power, while jumping on Mengde's calf for a pedicure, Archimonde really felt that his life was threatened.

It can't go on like this.

If you do this, it will end sooner or later!

Archimonde raised his right middle finger again.

This show made McDonald's scalp tingle.

To carry, or not to carry?

This is a problem.

If you carry it, you will have your last life left.

If you don't carry it, it may not be true that the group will be destroyed.After all, there is an old deer around. Although Cenarius has a lot of food in a fight, his milk power can be carried.No bragging, his milk volume is at least equal to five hero-level nurses, not counting his exaggerated full-screen blood boost.

When McDonnell was struggling, he didn't need to choose McDonnell. The middle finger was pointed at him.

"Crap... No! Damn it!"

The scene that made Mai lose his composure happened.

It can only be said that he is the leader of the devil with his fierce virtue, and his ten thousand years of Taoism is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Who would have thought that Archimonde would come here to make a move?
The [Finger of Death] that seemed to be aimed at McDonald was not smashed with the right hand, but with the index finger of the left hand, and the target was—— Cenarius!
(End of this chapter)