Stratholme God

   Chapter 1140 Add some cumin (3 more monthly tickets)

   For the time being, let’s not discuss how the dirty gods who walked around in the mouth of the ancient god, helped the ancient **** grind their teeth, and could be resurrected after that, were disabled and determined, and tirelessly scolded Yogg-Saron.

   Just being Princess McDonald holding Tyrande is enough to become a world famous painting.

   Do you think it's romantic?

   A second ago, Tyrande thought so too.

   Save yourself from the mouth of the most vicious ancient **** in the world!

   Coupled with this pose, this picture completely satisfies any woman in the world's definition of a hero of the opposite sex. Even Tyrande's girl's heart, who had been silent for ten thousand years, had a tendency to sprouting.

   For some reason, she only felt that her heart was racing at 200 beats per minute.

   After a long absence, she was so moved that she almost cried!

   One person and one elf, the two faces are no more than 20cm apart.

   And the man who saved the world and her life and soul finally spoke up.

   The tiger lips parted lightly, and what came out was...

   "Tyrande, you smell so bad..."

ha?

   The next second, Tyrande finally smelled his own body.

  Cough, Yogg-Saron who eats everything, where can you keep your mouth clean? The power of the Moon Goddess can protect Tyrande from death, but it does not mean that it can isolate the smell.

   Tyrande seemed to be petrified in an instant. A gust of wind blew, she turned to ashes, and drifted away with the wind... drifted... scattered...

   So much so that when McDonnell let go of his hands mercilessly and let Tyrande fall, Tyrande didn't react at all, and with a "pop", he fell to the ground with his feet upside down.

   Shandris Feather Moon, who was not far away, held his forehead silently—it was too grassy, ​​and the picture was almost invisible.

It was thanks to Mai who came back with Tyrande in his arms, and they returned to the back line. There were still a group of hard-fought warriors in front of them, and the immortal guardian next to them couldn't get over, which gave them enough space to perform. Otherwise, it is still unknown whether this farce will be finished.

  It must be admitted that Yogg-Saron's way of killing the wet nurse first is fine, but it is bad because it picked the wrong target.

   As long as it bites a Velen, the second or fifth of the Eredar Big Three, the Draenei Master of Light or something, most of them will succeed.

   (Velen: WDNM!)

   It's not dead, it picked Tyrande, the most difficult to kill.

  It is easy to have low luck when it is weak, and the African chief deserves it to operate like a tiger. At a glance, the record is 0/0/0!

   As the saying goes, if you pass this village, you won't have this store. If you miss the opportunity to kill the heroic nurse in seconds, it will be difficult for Yogg-Saron to kill other heroes.

  Under normal counterattacks, with Hodir at the bottom, his guardian power can give each dying hero a frost shield, making them unable to perform any actions for 10 seconds, and will not take any damage.

   So much time, as long as there is one milk on the field, it is enough to bring him back from the dying milk.

   Beating Yogg-Saron is a one-shot deal, so McDonald's naturally wouldn't care so much, and he didn't need the help of the four guardians. With these four assistants who are not considered pitfalls, in the normal state of the hero group, it is really difficult to want to die.

   On the other hand, the [Dementia] strike, which is quite effective for mortals, is often halved for heroes, or even one-tenth of the power.

   But there is a silly dragon's biggest ultimate move [cannibalism], which is a bit difficult to use. Every time it eats a person, it has to be forcibly fed to a bunch of dirty gods.

   These guys with the stench of strange spirits, Brother Silly Dragon killed a lot. Unfortunately, these guys are like little German cockroaches, killing a batch of them, especially another batch, it's almost endless.

   It was so disgusting that it vomited and vomited.

   Originally, it still has one last ultimate move - enough shadow energy, once it is given enough time and the elements are overflowing, it can really kill the audience in seconds.

   Having said that, the hero group now has no less than ten artifacts, he meow, if this level of attack power is not enough, then there will be no second group in the world that has the ability to push Yogg-Saron.

   The streamer that traverses the underground void includes the arcane brilliance of [Atiesh], the arrow of the stars of [Wrath of the Stars], and more of the dazzling [Light of Electromagnetic Cannon] of the double thunder swords.

   Covering the entire field is the seemingly endless flame of the Holy Light of [Ash Messenger]. Wherever [Ash] arrives, even the Immortal Guardian will decay in the light on the spot.

The    is closer, it is the continuous sword light of Varian's double swords and double egg knives, plus the [Hand of Ragnaros] that opens and closes, and [The Delight of Earth].

   The radiance of a handful of artifacts is more than pleasing to the eye, they represent the strongest destructive power in the world, with a terrifying coercion falling from the sky, heavily exerted on Yogg-Saron.

   It is strong, and its blood is thick.

The advantage of    has become the biggest disadvantage at this time.

   At this moment, there is a sad sandbag in the world, which happens to be called [Yogg-Saron]!

   It is known as the Demon of a Thousand Throats, but when mortals can tear its ten mouths apart in one second, how many throats and how many mouths can it be torn apart?

   One after another arrogant and incomparable power descended on it, interrupting its self-healing.

   At the same time, hundreds of strange mortals actually invaded its spiritual sea.

   It shook its head with a splitting headache, and it seemed to be covered with several layers of jelly-like things... It sensed the meaning of the vicious guys on the opposite side [Is this hoping that his Yogg-Saron tastes good? 】

   It felt like its brain had turned into a slurry, shaking like a half bucket of water.

   The things in the perception are half-illusory and full of absurdity - only my Thousand-throated Demon can eat people, how can anyone else eat me?

   is so ridiculous, this kind of feeling is like dreaming that you are about to wake up in a nightmare, but nothing feels real.

   This made Yogg-Saron extremely painful.

   At this moment, in the hero group, a group of heroes are in pain.

   Although they are trying their best to attack this vicious ancient god, how can they think that the bunch of **** under McDonald's are the real humanoid ancient gods walking on the earth!

The ancient gods are still jumping around. One or two of you have white napkins around your necks, knives in your left hand and forks in the right, and some are digging out cumin, making a fire in advance to prepare a mandarin duck pot, so many people, just waiting for the end of get out of class The imposing manner of rushing to the cafeteria to have dinner when the bell rings, what does this mean?

   The ancient gods are not dead yet!

   Yogg-Saron wants to say: I am the four great ancient gods (strictly speaking, the six, but one was killed in advance, and the other...), do I want to lose face?

   Its mad roar resounded through the entire underground cavity: "I am a lucid dream, the monster in your nightmares, the demon with a thousand faces...I..."

   "Biu!" With a lightning strike, the last mouth of Yogg-Saron lost its vitality, and the upper and lower jaws snapped a "click", biting into loneliness, and then all mouths fell into eternal silence...

   (end of this chapter)