Stratholme God

   Chapter 1265 Atmosphere Group

   For a moment, Mai was actually a little panicked.

   This is the multi-tasking Deathwing!

   He bullied the Wings' daughter for so long, and occasionally forced the crying Aoni to call her father, which is not guaranteed to be a bit of retribution.

   For example, if you give birth to a son without p-eyes, for example, if you touch a corpse and only come out with Xiaode's warlock costumes...

   This Mai is really so scared.

   But ah, the system prompt is coming.

  【Deathwing Neltharion attempted to curse the host with an unknown fate spell... Drop! Since the host's surname is Mai, not Stratholme, the target of the curse failed to be locked. The curse cannot pass the judgment, and it is backlashing the caster...]

  【Nesario cursed the host's children to be slaves and maids for life. Due to the backlash of the curse, fate is locking his children Wrathion and Onyxia... The lock is successful! 】

   Ah this...

   McDonald's cheek muscles were twitching. He thought that this fantasy world would be outrageous, but he didn't expect it to be so outrageous. He hadn't been exposed to fate-related things for a long time. Ever since he stole Arthas's aura of fate and became the [Child of the World], he hadn't encountered such a thing for a long time.

McDonald glanced at Wrathion, who was hovering high in the air behind him, and then looked at Onyxia under his crotch. There was a faint golden collar on the necks of the two black dragons that only he could see. Two chains with a mysterious atmosphere extended from the collar and were tied to McDonald's left hand.

   McDonald: ? ? ?

At this moment, Neltharion, who was so big that he could only be friends with Galakrond, began to explode continuously, and a large amount of dragon blood burst out like hot magma, as if in the entire Tiragarde Strait. It rained blood.

   As if he was about to commit suicide by throwing himself into the sea, the upper body of Zhi Wing, whose upper body had been blown up to no flesh, slowly slid into the strait like this...

   "Is it over?" Jaina was tearful and confused.

   "How is that possible!" McDonald groaned.

   Even if this isn't a maelstrom, would N'Zoth let such a good **** burp like this?

  Look at chess. Others are kings, queens, knights, chariots, and their wings are a top-level existence with a cross-section of spades.

  N'Zoth also counted on Brother Wing to train Ai Xing, the disobedient little girl.

  McDonald's is a demonstration. He raised his antler sword and a thunderbolt fell from the sky.

   "Boom!"

The thick thunder light with a diameter of 10 meters is like a spoon scooping out a piece of jelly, easily evaporating the water body that is about 10 meters deep in the strait and has an area the size of two football fields. in the field of vision.

   "Fuck!" The sand sculpture players collectively scolded the streets.

   A few seconds ago, I felt that Deathwing was going to go back to the bottom of the sea and run back to N'Zoth, the nanny's arms.

   One second later, I saw that this guy learned Superman and ran to a place where others couldn't see it and transformed.

   Take a look, what kind of dragon is this?

   Sure enough, the giant dragon is too big to be serious.

   Just like after Galakrond ate other ancestor dragons, the skin surface was covered with the victim's dragon claws, dragon tails and other limbs - the final stage of death wings, and thick flame tentacles emerged from the whole body. These huge tentacles, which can be hugged by ten people, kept twisting and twisting, and every time they shook, large pieces of volcanic ash and the like shook off.

   Except for the ecstasy expressed by dirty gods like [Free Blue Bird], most of the audience's perception is very bad.

   "What is he?" Jaina sat paralyzed on the dragon's back as a duck.

  No one knows the psychological shadow area of ​​this Kul Tiras princess.

  It was so uncomfortable.

   Finally got a chance to see his hometown again, and as a result, Deathwing played the second stage transformation in the capital of Kul Tiras.

   This is so dark!

   In the middle of the strait, the sea water boils like hot preserved egg and lean meat porridge under ultra-high temperature heating. The sloughed limbs of Deathwing and the unfortunate fish affected make the channel look ugly.

   The next moment, a black shadow too big to have no friends sticks out from the strait, mixed with a lot of sea water, and just like this pushes onto a modern shipyard on the shore.

   That black shadow is a claw of Deathwing!

too big.

   Just one fingernail on the paw is three people tall.

   The five-story shipyard, the size of three football fields side by side, collapsed. The twisted tin roof and the shattered masonry sounded like giants groaning in pain.

   Until this time, Jaina didn't see that many green figures in the shipyard had turned into fleeing mice, and they came out of the ruins one after another.

   Jaina was completely numb.

  The hometown is defiled by trolls, and Deathwing has another round.

  If this is not the hometown where she was born and raised, most of them will sigh in their hearts: This broken place cannot be wanted.

   The roar of Deathwing resounded through the three islands of Kul Tiras:

   "Did you think this killed me? Bah! You didn't do anything - I'm going to tear your world apart!"

   With the domineering declaration of return, the inflatable dragon of Deathwing grew in size again, and the five dragon kings were dumbfounded.

Alexstrasza was in a panic, and shouted at someone: "No! We must accumulate more strength and give him another [Dragon Soul]. Please buy us time... If you can, on him Make a hole in the critical place."

  McDonald's still looked calm and shrugged: "Okay!"

   Onyxia made a small jump and fell from the air, and was caught by the new mount Teresa halfway.

   He ignored the grief-stricken Jaina, consciously or unconsciously, and ordered: "Everyone obeys the order, cut Deathwing's claws first. He will cut whichever one he dares to stretch!"

   "Oh oh oh!" The heroes agreed in unison.

   I have to say that at this moment, Deathwing is full of momentum.

   Just the half of his body rising out of the sea was two or three hundred meters high, and the dragon's tail just flicked at will, and the sea gate of the Tiragarde Strait, which represented the sense of security of the Kul Tiras people, was easily shattered.

   "Crack!"

   What's the difference between that crisp popping sound and the wafer being broken?

   On the surface, this was a battle with serious asymmetry in the strength of the two sides. One side of the coalition was only a 'poorly small' mortal, and the other side was a world-destroying dragon with a body length of more than 500 meters.

   "My name is Deathwing! The Destroyer of Destiny! The Terminator of All Things! Unstoppable! Unstoppable! I am the Cataclysm—"

  The flames soaring into the sky, the flying sand and rocks all over the strait, the ridiculously large body, this imposing manner is not blown or black, it is a real 'Ha people'!

  Unfortunately, did your old man forget that you were beaten four times?

   Without even having to say hello, thousands of sand sculpture players immediately joined the atmosphere group and shouted in unison:

   "Ah yes yes yes!"

   (end of this chapter)