Stratholme God

   Chapter 1218 is him

   Don't care if others believe it or not, at least you have to believe it first.

   Wrathion's rude slogan really frightened other black dragons.

  You guys are healthy!

   The Heilong family can still produce big loyal ministers!

   They also shouted.

   This made Wrathion very annoyed. He was forced to be a thief, and these fellow sand sculptures seemed to be really tamed by that little human.

   But he doesn't have time for this.

  Alisserazor is a worthy opponent.

   The predecessor, as a famous ancient dragon in the green dragon family, Orisera has excellent air combat skills. Even if she didn't have royal blood, she wouldn't be powerless against Wrathion.

  The bad is bad, her reincarnation is too crotch.

   Fire Eagle!

  The biggest trait is fire!

  When the raging flames lingering around her, with a temperature of up to 6,000 degrees, used the [Fire Meteor], [Flame Hurricane] and other tricks but could not cause damage to the enemy, the ending was doomed.

   is not just melee combat, for this, Heilong said that I am familiar with it.

  Although Wrathion lacks combat experience, his size and stronger defense are here. He is a full size larger than Olisserazor, but his speed is comparable to that of agility, and Wrathion also has an extra tail (the tragic Firehawk leader is a short tail...).

   Don't look at the two of them circling in the sky, biting each other, the elements rippling and sparks splashing around, in fact, Wrathion beat the traitor Firehawk from start to finish!

   In the ears of the sand sculpture players, the auditory hallucinations of "eighty, eighty" came out.

   In just five minutes, this seemingly grand battle was decided.

After receiving heavy blows in a row, Alysera Zor finally couldn't stand it anymore, and his movements were obviously delayed for a moment. The huge black dragon seized the opportunity and used the ancestral Meteor Hammer of the Deathwing family to hammer the dragon's tail. It was a very sinister note. 'Scorpion-style' attack.

The    dragon tail sprang from the gap between his right wing and his arm, hitting Firehawk in the face.

  Alisserazor let out a wailing, and most of his body no longer lingered in flames. For fire elemental creatures, this is a precursor to hiccups.

   She crashed to the ground, her huge body smashed a huge pool of flames the size of a football field on the ground in an instant, and even the land of flames seemed to make a painful sound at this moment.

   This is not the end.

   Wrathion's huge body like a little black flash made a 1080-degree forward somersault in mid-air, smashing the giant tail on Firehawk fiercely.

   is too brutal!

   Just thinking about it, the long tail of the dragon is stretched to the extreme, and it is a full seven-story building. When the inertia and strength are full and slammed down, the scene is extremely bloody.

   Ignore the flying fire eagle limbs and cuticle shavings, some people believe it if you say it's a rice cake.

   In addition to the screams that have not stopped since the beginning of the fall, and the blood of the bursting flame, it is completely different.

   This became an outright execution for a traitor.

  No problem!

   Now, the Black Dragon Corps under McDonald's is well-known in the Dragon Sleep Temple.

   The traitor of the green dragon, the black dragon comes to execute him.

  God, he meow actually makes sense!

McDonald sat at the command post, listening to the battle reports, holding a glass goblet in his left hand like a flower, his right hand gently tapping on the armrest with his right index finger rhythmically from time to time, echoing in his ears. It was Liadrin's harp.

   The whole atmosphere is just two words - high class!

   In contrast, it is the serious and solemn report.

   A battle report with special significance comes in almost every half hour.

   "Report - The Black Dragon Wrathion killed the Firehawk leader [Alisera Zor]."

   "Report - Jaina Proudmoore and Kael'thas Sunstrider, the two admirals joined forces to kill the leader of the ember web spider [Bestilak]."

   "Report! Marshal Arthas led the Southern Hero Group to kill the leader of the molten giant [Lord Leolis]."

   "...Admiral Danas Trollbane led the elite to kill the fire demon leader Shane Knox!"

   "The northern and southern armies successfully joined forces!"

  …

   hit now, a whole day has passed.

  It stands to reason that he should rest.

In the face of the old wolf king Jean's question, McDonald shook his head: "We can be stable, but stability does not mean slow. When the land of flames completely descends and merges with the planet of Azeroth, we will not have the current advantage. The order- Rotate the lineup and enter the night battle!"

   In the night battles of modern warfare, lighting has always been a big problem.

  If there is not enough lighting, let alone shooting, at most, cannons will be fired.

   Interestingly, there is never a shortage of light in the land of fire. The flame element wandering in the air, the long river of flames flowing on the earth, all releases light and heat all the time.

   Taking advantage of the high morale of the coalition forces, McDonald, as if he was watching Ragnaros, issued an order to take turns.

   The troops that had been assaulting for a long time were ordered to stay in place and rest, and more reserves came up from the rear.

   It's no wonder that the Alliance is too familiar with Rag's subordinates.

   The voices of veterans and lieutenants giving instructions to Mengxin were heard everywhere.

"Remember, don't take off your mask at any time except when you eat and drink water. Moving the frost barrier is not 100% safe. You will not necessarily die if your body is burned by a fire monster. Once you inhale too much fire element, your lungs will be damaged. First of all, it will be finished, and even the Holy Light can't save you."

   "Keep it inside the mobile shield. This thing is a mobile magic circle. When attacked by fire, the protection range will be reduced."

  The army is expanding. Except for a small number of veterans who fought in Molten Core, most of the veterans were promoted and became the backbone of the army, and even intermediate commanders who led thousands of people.

   Their presence greatly boosted the morale of the recruits.

   And the news of victory after the series of battles brought their confidence and ambition to a peak.

   According to the requirements of the tactical manual, they centered on the mobile frost protection circle, and surrounded mechanized vehicles such as tanks in a circle. People got out of the car to rest, or took turns eating, or repairing vehicles, or whispering.

   They couldn't hide the excitement in their hearts as they watched the allies who were sending up the dust from behind and quickly passing through their flanks.

   At this time, in Acherus, a piece of news finally made Tyrande, who had been restless for so long, feel a sense of relief.

   Unlike any previous fight against the evil army, this crusade has given different meanings to the night elves.

  Tyrande has not been so uneasy for a long time.

   Leaning on the left armrest for a while, and leaning against the back of the chair for a while, and sometimes playing with ten fingers of his own uneasily while appearing to be dormant, until...

   "Report! We found the target of the suspected Fandral deer helmet. The appearance of the other party has changed greatly. Our investigators cannot be 100% sure."

Tyrande glanced at the male night elf whose hair and beard were swaying like flames in the magic mirror, and immediately exchanged glances with his adopted daughter Shandris Feather Moon, seeing each other's affirmative eyes, her mouth A long breath of foul breath came out.

"It's him!"

   (end of this chapter)