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Everything that Mantuho has gained since his rise is inseparable from the help of Kesuen. He suddenly cut off contact with his master, and the calm and confident prime minister in front of outsiders completely panicked.

The anxious Mantuho looked for clues everywhere, and finally got the definite answer from Ahn'Qiraj next door.

His most admired master, the great ancient **** and the thousand-eyed demon C'Thun, was sealed underground by the mortal coalition forces of Azeroth and the guardian dragon clan, and he could not escape the seal for at least tens of thousands of years.

"God is going to kill me!"

After spending several years in a daze, Mantuho, who came back to his senses, was annoyed to find that Neferset, who had once suppressed Ossi, was beaten back to the door of his house by the enemy.

With the full assistance of the wall grass Ramkahen, the coalition forces of the two races overwhelmed Neferset on the frontal battlefield.

If the war situation continues like this, and Ramkahen, who has sufficient logistical supplies, will provide resources, the already militaristic Neferset will be dragged down sooner or later.

And that day won't come too late.

It wasn't until the enemy's soldiers approached the city that his life was threatened, and Mantuho, who had been out of his mind all this time, woke up as if he had just woken up from a dream. He pulled himself together and came up with a strategy that could change the situation of the battle.

"Quick! Faster! We must launch a surprise attack before the sandstorm ends!"

Mantuho's eyes are bloodshot with a distorted expression. He has not yet fulfilled his childhood dream... Or rather, he does not want to die because of his ambition. He has to do everything possible to overcome this difficulty.

"Boom!"

The Neferset elite soldier who was at the front and accelerated to sprint suddenly bumped into a solid cylindrical object, and those comrades who followed him couldn't stop and hit it, and the scene was immediately turned upside down.

"what?!"

Mantuho looked at his subordinates who had fallen into a ball in astonishment, and subconsciously raised his eyes to look at the place where the incident happened.

In the yellow sand all over the sky, Mantuho could barely see a giant cylinder that looked like a human leg descending from the sky.

"boom!"

The huddled Neferset soldiers were trampled into a pulp. I am in you, and you are in me.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Prime Minister Mantujo."

A small vacuum area suddenly appeared in the sandstorm, and the wind blowing in the opposite direction bounced all the wind and sand within a certain range away.

A handsome biped intelligent creature appeared in front of Mantuho, and the smile on his face made him subconsciously disgusted.

This kind of look was seen a lot in Mantuho's childhood.

That was the look in his eyes that thought he was in control of everything.

Sarlayan didn't expect that in such a short period of time, Mantuho's wild thoughts would turn him into a class enemy.

In fact, Sharlayan did not get carried away with the success of the anti-sneak attack, and the war is not over yet.

Using the wind blown by the force of nature to isolate the surrounding sand and dust, Sharlayan stood in the wind and sand all over the sky like a bright light in the dark night, which could be vaguely seen even from a long distance.

Vadiye and Phaoris, who were dragging behind to supervise the battle, also noticed the little sparks in the distance, and they both let out a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Sure enough, I was guessed by the envoy, ashamed."

Wadiye patted Phaoris on the shoulder: "Don't worry, leave the side battlefield to the envoy, we also have our own tasks to complete."

"Honey!"

"exist!"

"Let the soldiers stand by and prepare for battle at any time. Once the sandstorm dissipates, immediately order the entire army to launch a general attack!"

"Yes!"

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Seeing the giant stone structures emerging from behind Sarlayan one by one, Mantuho's original ferocious expression became dull, and the fire of will to resolutely fight against class enemies was almost extinguished on the spot.

"Impossible! Why can you control these dangerous war colossi!"

"The Colossus of War?"

Sharlayan looked back at the huge human-shaped structures: "Ah~ You said this."

"I'm more used to calling them... Anubisath."

Sharlayan patted the thick calf of Anubisath 105 beside him, and the golden thunder of purifying the world took the opportunity to inject it into its body.

"Boom!"

The sound of thunder suddenly sounded over the battlefield covered by sandstorms.

Under the control of Anubisath 105, golden lightning tore through the clouds and fell to the ground.

This time it's not just control and warning. In this desert with extreme visibility, the screams of the tol'vir can be heard every second.

There were only four people on Sharlayan's side, and at most there were less than ten Anubisaths. It was obviously impossible for them to make the screams.

Gu Huang

Mantujo's strength is not bad, and under Ke'sun's careful training for more than ten years, he has entered the realm of legend.

He used all kinds of shadow spells very proficiently, Mind Flay and Mind Blast continuously impacted Sharlayan's soul.

However, this is of no use.

The soul of Sharlayan, who holds the power of death and the realm of withering, is much tougher than ordinary people. After Shang Xi's rigorous training, his mental weakness has also been compensated, and his will is not so easily defeated by mental attacks.

Sharlayan didn't know what was going on with Mantujo either. Although there were three weaker people standing beside him, this guy stared at him and chased him hysterically.

"drink!"

Faced with Mantuho's continuous mental attacks, Sharlayan rushed to his side and raised his hand to strike a powerful vertical strike.

Just when Valaghar's battle sword was about to hit the target, Sharlayan suddenly felt an uncontrollable panic, and subconsciously wanted to run.

"Mind scream?"

Due to the effect of the passive talent Endless Fighting Will, Sharlayan will always maintain a high fighting spirit in the fierce battle, and the effect of mind control spells will be greatly reduced.

Salayan's inability to control his body only lasted about a second, and he didn't run around in panic as Mantuho expected, but just stayed in place and couldn't move.

The unexpected situation was somewhat beyond Mantujo's expectations, but he climbed up from the bottom, and he did not lack the fighting spirit at critical moments.

Failed to forcibly drive Sharlayan away, he simply pulled out a dark purple dagger flowing with strange energy from his waist.

"Great ancient god, please grant me the power to tear apart the light!"

Sharlayan instinctively sensed an ominous aura from the dagger, and once he was rubbed by it, he would definitely suffer more than just skin injuries.

With two swords in hand, Sharlayan didn't have to worry about the imbalance between offense and defense.

Attack with one sword, and keep a long sword in his left hand to stand by.

"clang!"

The Valaghar battle sword collided with the strange dagger in Mantuho's hand in mid-air.

How could the caster's physical fitness be comparable to that of the warrior? The moment the weapon came into contact, Mantuho's body could not help but lean back.

If it weren't for the relatively stable foot plate of the tol'vir's quadruped structure, this guy would probably be blown away by the shock force.

Sharlayan, who thought he could block the enemy's attack, was having a hard time at this time.

As the weapons collided, the thing hidden in the dagger took the opportunity to get into his body and began to eat his will.

"You can't save Quel'Thalas!"

"Can't save the Dragon Clan!"

"You can't even save the people around you!"

"Your rice treasure box is fully guaranteed!"

Except for a weird thing mixed in at the end, the previous bewitching has supporting pictures.

Sharlayan saw the Sunwell polluted by the power of death, the collapsed Wyrmrest Temple, and Valeera dying in his arms.

Many fragmented pictures flashed before his eyes, and Sharlayan's emotions were unconsciously stirred up by these disturbing and angry pictures.

"Come back to your senses! Don't be fooled by the power of the void!"

A familiar voice suddenly exploded in Sharlayan's soul, which was Onyxia's warning through the soul link.

While Sarlayan was in a daze, the ferocious Mantuho thought he had succeeded, and regardless of the torn tendon in his right hand, he stabbed Sarlayan's chest again.

A demigod-level black dragon like Onyxia is a dimensionality reduction blow to mortals. Unless it is a last resort, Sharlayan will prohibit her from taking action, otherwise the effect of experience will not be achieved.

Onyxia grabbed Valeera and Stellagosa who were about to explode: "Shhh~ don't get excited, Salayan is going to win~www.readwn.com~ Valeera anxiously tried to break free from the black dragon princess However, due to the large gap in strength, it has not been able to do so.

"What are you talking about! Sharlayan is in danger... eh?"

Sarlayan, who was standing still before, suddenly raised his sword horizontally like lightning and flint, and Mantuho, who was caught off guard, still kept a ferocious smile on his face.

The sword light flashed, starting from the neck, Mantuho's head was forcibly separated from the body.

Seeing Sarlayan's disgusting "arrogant" cold face gradually move away, Mantujo muttered to himself with a puzzled expression.

"Why is it getting farther and farther away? I...cough! That headless body looks so familiar..."

"Shua!"

Shaking off the blood stained on Valaghar's battle sword, Sharlayan ignored the dead Mantuho, frowned and walked to his corpse, carefully looking at the strangely shaped dagger.

"What the **** is this? A spiritual attack that even spiritual artifacts can't stop?"