Stratholme God

Chapter 816 What did you do, Mr. Ke?
Glass's appetite isn't limited to pet biscuits.Glass can easily swallow an entire army of the undead each day, so that his decaying body can regrow flesh and blood.

Mr. Ke let Naxxramas run around in Kalimdor. While collecting Scourge soldiers, why wasn't he looking for dog food for the mighty Glass?
What made Thrall almost pop out the krypton gold beast eyes was that a large group of undead orcs jumped into Glass's big mouth almost on their own initiative, and let the mutated molten fire dog swallow them.

When Glass reversed the operation, ate a big mouthful of human meat buns, and repaired his body, he picked up Anubrekan in his mouth and ran towards the ruins of Naxxramas.

The tribes are dumb.

"Destroy him!" The chief gave an order. First, the catapults produced by the Iron Horde blasted violently, and then the tribe's few elves, mages and liches, chased Glass and bombed wildly.

Uh, how should I put it.

Sometimes the blood bar grows just to do whatever it wants. This mutated molten fire dog is eating and pulling at the same time. I don’t know if he has practiced the legendary "La Xiang blood recovery method". Hard to see its size shrink.

This made Sal half dead.

This bitch regains blood faster than it loses blood. As long as he doesn't clean up his dog food, he feels like he will live forever.

The Sun King has already paid great attention to this, and another big boss, the leader of the blood elves, Romanth, cooperated rarely, and used [Flash] to rush forward in advance, trying to intercept the dog food cannon fodder of the undead.

But these undead were in burrows, they came out of the ground like groundhogs, and they were given to Glass to eat as soon as they came out.

Unable to know the situation of the underground passage, and not as violent as the Sun King's ability to output fire magic, Rommath's interception can be described as half-baked.

Glass can swallow undead soldiers even on fire.

The fire magic, which is very effective against the undead, hit Glass, and the damage caused was visibly reduced by the naked eye.The wizards of the tribe even wondered if Glass had evolved a fire resistance aura or something, or if he had awakened the fire resistance talent of being a core hound.

All the heroes of the tribe couldn't find a way to deal with it for a while, almost watching Anubrekhan crawling quickly in front, Glass running behind, rolling all the way back to the ruins of Naxxramas, and the heroes of the tribe I can't catch up.

The heroes of the tribe have two legs per capita, and the bosses on the opposite side have six legs on average, and their backs are more than ten meters high. If they take just one step, they will fall ten steps from the top of the hero. The pace is not slow.

Sal and other bosses are stupid.

"attack!"

The Steel Star of the Iron Horde looks very powerful, but facing the outer wall of the Naxxramas ruins, it is still nowhere near itching.It sounds like ping ping -pong, quite lively, at first glance, the damage is 0.5!

When it hits it, it leaves light blue marks one by one.

What's the difference between this and a shotgun attacking an armored vehicle?
Looking at the green plague gas and liquid overflowing from the ruins of the fortress, looking at the green face of the bull-headed patriarch Kane, Thrall's mouth twitched and he gritted his teeth: "Let the infantry attack!"

At the same time, McDonnell looked at the wide open portal in the central area of ​​Naxxramas with an extremely dark face.

Opening the city gate is not necessarily an empty city plan.

Everyone knows what this means - that is, an invitation from Kel'Thuzad!
About?

Normal people will decisively say 'no date'.

But, what is a hero?

Live to die is a true hero!

"Phew!" Macdonald breathed out, "Do you feel the evil breath inside?"

The heroes nodded.

"We have come all the way, overcoming obstacles. Do the math, how many powerful enemies have fallen at our feet?"

yes!From the beginning of the first Dark Portal War, Azeroth has not had a few years of peace.

Orc warlocks, demigods, Lich Kings, Demon Lords, Black Dragon Princes, Elemental Lords... until recently, even the Old Gods have become everyone's stepping stones.

Ten years ago, a Grand Lich?It can stop children from crying, and make warriors tremble in cold sweat.

Ten years later, a Grand Lich?Oh, 'mere' a grand lich!

Thinking back to this, the heroes smiled knowingly.

Arthas caressed the ferocious and lifelike protruding spikes on the Balrog's Hammer. Once upon a time, it resisted his control and burned his skin with flames.But now, it is like a licking dog, and it will make a low sound of "woo woo" after being stroked.

Arthas touched him as if stroking a lover's skin.

Each piece of epic, and even the divine costume, is a proof of the heroes' glory and a source of self-confidence.

Sensing everyone's staring eyes, McDonald was full of confidence and raised his cape behind him.

"come yet?"

In the shadows not far behind him, three human figures appeared, all kneeling on one knee.

"Your most loyal servant, Onyxia..."

"Ebonok."

"Fleger."

"At your service!" ×3.

There was a faint smile on the corner of McDonald's mouth, showing appreciative eyes: "Very good, let's go!"

He took the lead and led the crowd into the 'unknown' side.

At that moment, the water in the portal was rippling, and Kel'Thuzad wanted to take advantage of halfway through the alliance hero's entry to launch a fierce volley.

Unexpectedly, Tyrande seemingly inadvertently placed his left hand on the psychedelic frame of the portal, and the portal just felt a little unstable, and immediately opened a circle of inconspicuous water waves.

The blurred moonlight shines through the space and shines on the portal...

"Hmph!" Mr. Ke snorted coldly: "Damn Elune."

That's right, the Moon Goddess made a move.

In Azeroth, it is the world where Star Soul and Moon Goddess display their divine power. Of course, it is another matter outside the scope of the traditional planet.

"McDonnell, be careful, this place is no longer Azeroth's native land." Tyrande reminded McDonnell.

"Well, I feel it. This is a space gap similar to the Emerald Dream. Of course, it is more evil!" After entering the ice dragon's lair, McDonald obviously felt that this was very different from the history.

The snow flakes flying all over his eyes were mixed with unusually thick black air, this breath of death far surpassed what Kel'Thuzad should be capable of.

After all, he is not the Lich King himself, without [Frostmourne] in hand, even if the Lich King left something for him before playing Sleep, he would not have the momentum he is now.

Layers of death power, like dozens or hundreds of quilts poured over, maybe they are so soft that they will not crush people to death in the first place, but that kind of terrifying feeling of suffocation is definitely not something that a great lich can emit of.

Damn it, Mr. Ke probably stole the power of the Shadow Realm, right?
McDonnell was a little uncertain.

(End of this chapter)