Stratholme God

   Chapter 1205 You call him?

   "Alakir, where are you looking?" McDonald's shout, like a thunder in the clear sky, suddenly woke Alakir.

   It's too late to react, it's too late!

   The electric light that fell from the sky was not only the power of his smashing, but also the electric light contained in the antler sword.

   Careless! No flash!

   At the last moment, Alakir also tried to raise the great sword in his hand to resist the blow.

   "Duang!" The two fools' Balrog Hammer slapped Lengzi and fought him fiercely.

  The violent flames swept in, making it impossible for him to care at all.

   McDonald fell from the sky with a loud bang, like a purple arrow, pierced straight into Alakir's eyebrows, pierced it in an instant, turned his whole body back, and was nailed to the platform.

   The strong wind in the center of the battlefield disappeared instantly.

   A faint sigh seemed to flow out of Alakir's wide-open mouth.

   In the blink of an eye, countless gusts and lightning shot out from Alakir's huge body, tearing the outer shell of his gray gust body to shreds.

  These purest free wind elements did not dissipate in the sky wall, but like a hundred rivers entering the sea, they were madly absorbed into the two wind swords with parallel blades.

   Within three seconds, Alakir disappeared.

  The huge figure of Sunderland, the wind prince who was unfamiliar to most of the alliance soldiers, appeared on the platform and replaced Alakir.

   It's just that this new wind element creature didn't have any hostility, and made a very anthropomorphic movement. It pressed its hands on the platform and knelt down towards the "little human" McDonald.

   "I - Sunderland swear by the wall of the sky, forever and ever to serve His Majesty the Supreme Emperor MacDonald Stratholme."

   "I, the Emperor of Stratholme *McDonald's, hereby acknowledge that you are my vassal!"

   A faint breath of destiny reverberated between the heavens and the earth.

  No one knows, this is the joy of the star soul, or the guidance of the goddess of fate.

  Only the traveler knows that, relying on the thigh of McDonald, Prince Sunderland is far earlier than in history.

   From then on, there was only Sunderland, Lord of the Wind, and no more Alakir's name.

   After a simple answer and confirmation of the status of the monarch and minister, McDonald, whose image was raised infinitely, drew his long sword from the ground haunted by a piece of lightning.

   When he raised the brand new wind sword high, hundreds of thousands of alliance soldiers cheered loudly.

   "Ooooo! We won again!"

   "Alliance God of War—"

   "Long live the Emperor!"

right! Another victory!

  Under the leadership of McDonald's, winning one victory after another, and marching towards one greater glory after another, seems to have become a set.

  Alliance people, black dragons, and even the newly subdued wind elements around them, their eyes are all shining with a strange light of worship.

   The largest air force in the history of the alliance broke the [Sky Wall] in one fell swoop, killed the wind lord Alakir, and changed the wind element lords.

When the new wind lord Sunderland used the common language with an awkward accent to swear in the alliance's public magic mirror broadcast that all the wind elements of the sky wall surrendered to the Stratholme emperor Macdonald and merged into the alliance, the whole alliance was boiling. .

  The people of all countries were so excited that they could not control themselves.

   The depression caused by the frequent disasters in various places before, the horrific premonition of this year's loss of agricultural income, and the fear caused by the collapse of the sky and the earth have all been smashed after a series of good news.

   Familiar recipe, familiar taste.

   What if the enemy is stronger?

  Ancient Evil God? Demon Commander? Fallen Dragon King?

So what?

   It’s still not the same as being overturned by a car!

   Don't look at the fact that many wind element creatures have been slaughtered. With time, the elites dare not say that 8,000 ordinary wind element soldiers can still come together.

  The element of wind jumped from the rebel to the loyal minister. While defeating N'Zoth's conspiracy, it was tantamount to completely strengthening the alliance's triangular route between Kalimdor, Northrend and the Eastern Kingdom.

   All of a sudden, the pattern of wind elements reopened.

   Of course, there is a price to pay.

  Sunderland jumped from the mere soul of the sword to the lord of the wind element in one fell swoop, and ultimately hemorrhaged...

  Sand sculpture players flaunted the reins in the shape of a lasso, playing Red Dead Redemption.

  【Secondary Dog】: "Kiss, don't run!"

  The mournful Nanfeng Young Dragon: "Ow ooh ooh—"

   The [Reins of Nanfeng Young Dragon] in reality is more powerful. It represents the absolute control of higher wind element creatures over the Nanfeng Young Dragon who is a wind dragon. This is the law and the law.

   One thing to say, this kind of dragon mount with lightning flashes from its body to its wings is really handsome.

   In addition to the more than 1,000 Nanfeng young dragons that were forcibly separated by McDonald's and were incorporated into the Alliance Dragoon Regiment, the remaining more than 3,000 were all separated by sand sculpture players.

  The sand sculpture players who can't divide the dragons can even divide the dragon eggs...

   The funniest thing is that, because McDonald's came here through a portal, he could not die. About half an hour later, the Alliance Air Force with Acherus as the core actually encountered Nesario, who was like a bereaved dog.

   Being hanged far behind by the Alliance Air Fleet, Neltharion was very troubled. I wanted to go back and kill those flies many times, but the other party was not false at all, and even rushed over.

   After thinking about it, Brother Zhiyi still follows his heart.

   He flew to the vicinity of the sky wall.

   In fact, the atmosphere of the battlefield was not right at this time - there was no roaring gunfire from mortals, and there were no victims who kept falling from the sky. From a distance, the war had probably subsided.

  Nesario just didn't give up, because he could still feel that a powerful wind element creature was sitting on the throne of the **** of wind, so he roared from a distance: "Alakir! We..."

   As soon as he finished shouting, he regretted it.

   He saw McDonald standing on a suspended platform, his unfilial daughter bowed her head in the form of a dragon on the right side, and a giant wind element creature, a little familiar and a little strange, bowed on the left side of McDonald.

   McDonald's caressed the new wind sword flickering with lightning in his hand, and even though it was thousands of meters away, the sound expanded by the [Breaking Roar] skill was still carried by the wind into Neltharion's dragon ears.

   "Alakir? What do you call it?"

   "Dang!" The strange sound of wind and thunder came from afar.

  Nesario: "..."

   "Is it nice? A nice sound is a good sword!"

  McDonald's confident smile fell into Deathwing's dragon eyes, actually taking the shape of the most ferocious devil in the world.

   "You..." Finally, Neltharion spit out a large mouthful of magma-like dragon blood from his mouth.

   If you don't blow it, you can't black it. [Focusing Rainbow] This kind of nuclear bomb-level arcane explosion, how can it be so easy to carry. Neltharion has only resisted until now.

   This scene fell in the eyes of the Alliance, and it became that Emperor Stratholme was so angry that Deathwing vomited blood.

   (end of this chapter)