Stratholme God

   Chapter 1139 Defiled God? Silly dragons don't eat! (2 more)

   The difficulty for mortals to grab food from the tiger's mouth is already unimaginably high.

   Not to mention in the mouth of the ancient god?

   Send a rescue team or something, it is often easy for the gourd baby to save the grandpa, and send them one by one.

   There have been many rescues in history, often ten rescued, one rescued, and most of the rescue team lost.

  But McDonald's brain twitched for a while, and he lost his mind in it. This really isn't a buy one get two free.

   First of all, unclean gods don't really die.

  Secondly, the dirty gods paste something called "Goubuli in the Ancient God Realm" that dogs don't eat. I'm not sure, is there really a miracle?

   Third, sacrificing the gods will boost your morale!

   Isn't that?

   Seeing McDonald's resolutely selling his own people, the heroes were stunned for a moment, and then their mecha pilots burst into laughter.

  【Tianyu Zhengzhi】: "Hahaha! The dirty gods are polluting Yogg-Saron!"

   A bunch of people laughed wildly, which was undoubtedly devastating to the atmosphere of the decisive battle.

The ghosts are just ghosts, and the actions of the remaining sixty or so mechas suddenly accelerated, and all of them moved gorgeously and quickly. Whether it was dodging or seizing the fleeting opportunity to counterattack, dealing with the immortal guardians, they were stunned. It has a handy taste.

   The filthy gods rush into the streets, and the elite operators explode seeds. This kind of outrageous thing is only found in Trident.

Here, Tyrande is desperate. Since she failed to react the first time, she used the power of the goddess to resist Yogg-Saron and sucked her into her mouth. Her heart sank to the deepest part of the endless sea, cold and cold. of.

   It is true that the night elves joined the alliance. Looking around, how could they ever have a real **** ally?

   The arrogant night elves wouldn't even join the Alliance if they weren't for fighting the Burning Legion.

  Different races, different folk customs, and different beliefs are all kinds of barriers that make them always incompatible with several mainstream races in the alliance.

   It used to feel that Stratholme of Macdonald was kneeling and licking the dark elves. With the fall of Nordrassil and the loss of immortality, now the night elves had to rely more on the support of the Alliance.

   After McDonald's refusal to marry Tyrande under Elune's auspices, the way to get closer on a personal level is stuck again.

   Now that Tyrande is dying, she doesn't expect anyone to save her.

   This is the mouth of the ancient evil god!

   Calling for help is at best an instinct.

   But he didn't know that after receiving the direct connection from Elune's divine voice, McDonald actually threw two dirty gods in.

   What is this operation?

  The two dirty gods, as if they didn't notice the ancient god's fangs piercing in all directions, instead stared at her and drooled. What does this mean?

   "Woo! It's the living Grandma Tai!"

   "It's worth it to die with Grandma Tai."

   Tyrande only felt that his brain circuits were not on the same channel as these two guys.

   At a very critical moment, Tyrande only felt that the mouth, which was enough to devour everything, squirmed a little, and seemed to have a swallowing motion.

   She is okay, with the power of the goddess to maintain, an invisible moonlight seeps through the gaps in the fangs, and hangs her body like a fish. Those two hardships were miserable, and slid down the esophagus full of barbs.

   "Ahhh! Don't!"

   "Yah, ah, a library—"

   Strange sound.

   Then there was an even more strange reaction.

   A silly dragon is a little dumbfounded. It has eaten countless strange things and enemies in its life, and it has never eaten anything worse.

   That feeling is similar to human eating, suddenly eating and eating, eating half a bug.

   A bug is not scary because you can still spit it out.

  The bugs around your mouth are not scary, because you haven't eaten them yet.

   When you eat half of it and the rest of it is still squirming on your tongue, that's hell.

   Yogg-Saron can be called the Pei Ye of the ancient gods. He doesn't want to eat meat and vegetables. No matter how unpalatable ordinary food is, it is still protein. It is not worthy of Yogg-Saron's reaction. Helpless, the leader and deputy leader of the Dirty God Cult, this is not ordinary at all!

You think that Yogg-Saron eats at most two pieces of unpalatable meat, no, it is very wrong, it tastes old friends, and another world, a god-level giant that is no less powerful than it. Strange sadness rushes past.

   Mind Flayer, Leviathan, Cthulhu's Son, C'Thun...

   They all have powerful physiques and a high concentration of terrifying spiritual power.

  But in the end...at least some of their limbs became the food in the mouths of these two dirty gods.

   This, Yogg-Saron can't hold back!

   Time seemed to freeze, and the terrifying giant mouth that had been chewing ceaselessly suddenly stopped.

   This is a good thing for the rescue team of the Hero Group.

   Just as everyone was looking forward to seeing how McDonald's saved Tyrande, a strong wind suddenly blew up from the wind sword in McDonald's hand.

   "Face the wind—"

   A wall of wind passed, and more... filthy gods flew away.

   "Fuck!"

   "Boss, you sold us!?"

   "You actually want to feed Yogg-Saron with poison in shit?"

   "Wait, what did you just say, I want to draw a clear line with you!"

   The thinking mode of the filthy **** is so chaotic.

   Well, here comes the question, if two filthy gods can't choke Yogg-Saron, what about a bunch of filthy gods?

   Even if Yogg-Saron has a good mouth, he can't stand it when a bunch of mentally chaotic things are forced into its mouth!

  People's XP can be very free, at most they need to see a doctor.

   When some filthy XP reaches the doctor and asks to let it go, it is not uncommon for the ancient **** brother to be unbearable.

   "Ugh... ugh... ugh—" Yogg-Saron only felt his stomach turned upside down, and instinctively retched, he suddenly spit Tyrande a few meters from the front of his throat to his mouth.

   At this critical moment, McDonald's didn't let anyone down.

The   wind sword condensed a violently violent thunder snake, twisting thousands of times per second, representing the superposition of wind elements again and again.

  When such a fierce attack, the target is just a fang of Yogg-Saron, it seems a bit of a fuss.

   There was a loud bang, and a fang longer than the T-34 barrel was smashed to pieces.

   At the same time, a figure flashed in.

   Yogg-Saron's reaction was actually fast enough, it subconsciously closed its mouth quickly, and maybe it would succeed if it was another person.

   Followed by McDonald's, Valeera rushed forward, showing off a dance of sword and moon. After the green light blade flashed for an unknown number of times within a tenth of a second, another fang was chopped off, revealing a passage that was enough for three people to pass in parallel.

   was in this position, following the route he had entered, McDonald's spacewalked like a ghost, and came out holding Tyrande in a princess hug.

   Yogg-Saron stuck out his tongue at the last moment to tuck them back, but Maiev slammed him.

   was stunned to find that the mortal hero he wanted to eat the most was also rescued. Yogg-Saron couldn't bear it any longer, and spit out a lot of dirty gods with a "wow".

  Cough! Is this the legendary filthy gods who couldn't even swallow the ancient evil gods, not to mention dogs?

   (end of this chapter)