Stratholme God

   Chapter 1463 The enemy retreats and we advance

pain!

   This is really heartbreaking!

   Queen Azshara almost thought she was smashed to pieces!

   The power of the evil god, what a good thing.

  The strong returns to the strong, what is the price?

   I still remember the battle of the ancients, when Queen Azshara was dragged by the entire city and sank into the deep sea, and was forcibly injected by the power of N'Zoth, the pain was quite similar to today.

The difference is that the two legs were forcibly torn into a few tentacles, this time the Naga's tissue was directly stripped - this of course includes her legs (tentacles), claws, scales all over the body, extra fins, third and fourth eyes.

   It is no exaggeration to say that this time, Azshara was worse than being tortured by Ling Chi. The pain he suffered at that moment was beyond compare.

   McDonald's was rarely startled. He held his hand, and he was no longer a high-level elf beauty, but a **** man with only half of his body left and not an inch of complete skin on his body.

   At this moment, Azshara, on the spot to play a victim of "Elderly Street" or something, doesn't need makeup at all.

   When he first crossed, he was afraid that he would be scared to death on the spot.

   At this moment, the system prompt that suddenly popped up caught McDonald's attention.

   [Whether the host wants to inject a breath of destiny into Queen Azshara (no affiliation), if agreed, the host will have the opportunity to create a new race...]

The content behind   , MacDonald glanced at it, and a strange expression appeared on his face: "Interesting."

   Azshara didn't know why McDonald's had such a reaction at such a time, she just instinctively grabbed McDonald's with her blood-filled hands, and completely regarded it as the last redemption.

   In fact, she was right.

  McDonald's eyes were full of majesty as he looked at her. A feeling called "absolute dominance" poured into Azshara's empty mind.

   "Remember! What I gave you can be taken back at any time."

   "Huh?" Azshara exclaimed, she clearly felt that there was a mysterious and mysterious power transmitted from McDonald's holding her hand.

   "Huh?" Not only her, but also the big bosses who are sensitive to mysterious power, such as Velen and Khadgar not far away, also discovered this mutation.

   On the surface, Azshara is that miserable, half-zombie that can be directly played in "Resident Evil". Only the truly strong realize the difference.

   "World of Warcraft" is in the later stage, and there are all kinds of things, such as [Light Casting Undead].

   And now that Azshara and her biological tissues are being recovered, it is impossible to notice so much.

   In the blink of an eye, Azshara felt like his entire body was thrown out like a bag of garbage.

   For a split second, Azshara almost felt hatred.

  10,000 years ago, she who thought she could marry Sargeras and become the Mistress of the World was ruthlessly abandoned.

After   10,000 years, she no longer gave hope to the hearts of the people, but she was surprised to find that she was thrown into the hands of Velen.

   "Holy Light! Full!" Two words from McDonald's came from a distance.

   Velen didn't care about that much, grabbed Azshara with only half of it left, and immediately poured in a burst of holy light.

   "No! I'm going to die... ah... ah... um... Huh!?" Azshara was really startled and angry at first.

   What constitution does she not know about?

   Proper blackening physique!

  This is why in history, after she was caught, she met the judge 'Rongmama' and spit out black water once she was stabbed. After all, the dark power in her body can be said to be deeply rooted.

   At this moment, she is not what she used to be.

   In the past, N'Zoth's power dominated her. She was completely black in her bones. Forcibly injecting other powers would only make her explode in place.

   Now, in order to save his life, N'Zoth reclaimed the power of all the dogs, including her.

   Normally, when you take away her power, it will take away most of her vitality.

  McDonald's a little bit...

   "Ahhh!" The dark body was suddenly injected with holy light, and Azshara was surprised to find that it didn't kill her.

  The pain returns to the pain, but it really heals her wounds.

  No, not only that, even the Holy Light promoted the regeneration of her limbs.

   As long as the foundation is good enough, the Holy Light can be received, and the Holy Light injected is strong enough, then the living dead can really heal the bones.

In just a few moments, Azshara realized that his little life had been saved. Only the withered black bones that were devoured by the power of darkness were left at the elbows and below the waist. to scarlet bloodshots. Bones, tendons, flesh, and even skin are rapidly regenerating.

   The key point is that the form of the upper elves is restored!

   Painful and numb like suffering in hell, that's for sure, but what is this compared to the hope you get?

   At first, Azshara still screamed loudly, and then she tried to hold on to her teeth, but later found that she couldn't stand it and couldn't hold back, so she simply shouted: "Praise my Lord McDonald!"

   McDonald: Meow Meow Meow? my lord? Who said I took you as a little girl?

   Not only her, but also several female Naga attendants around her, who were under the treatment of several heroic priests, and shouted "Praise Your Majesty Stratholme!"

This……

  Enzos performed a dark ritual of squeezing his subordinates, but it became a ritual for McDonald's to accept the dog's legs on the spot.

   Ny'alotha at this time had long since become a purgatory, and the bodies of countless Faceless were withered and withered, and they gave their lives and souls to N'Zoth in a frenzy.

   In the next second, N'Zoth began to hold back his ultimate move, and it was going to come in seconds.

Countless black lines flew from every corner of the fallen city of Ny'alotha. Black energy lines ran through the city. Thousands of black lines converged on the outside of the main battlefield. They quickly rotated to form a vortex, and finally It turned into a huge mass of shadow energy, which merged into the head of 'Big Cuttlefish' N'Zoth.

   A feeling of extreme unease enveloped all heroes.

   This feeling is not unfamiliar, because everyone has seen it once in C'Thun of the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj.

   That terrifying blow almost wiped out all the heroes.

   The light cannon at that time forcibly opened up a terrifying fan-shaped space fifty meters high and more than one kilometer deep in the deepest part of the entire temple.

   This time, when the entire battlefield was dark, and five eyes appeared in front of N'Zoth, MacDonald shouted: "Uther blasted back with all his strength! Other clerics help!"

  The other clerics didn't feel it yet, only Velen's blue face turned white for a while, which was frightened!

  Before switching, Velen should consider opening up.

   How can I have a chance to give him a hand now?

   Do you think the old tribal land in Feralas is so easy to get?

   Taking the Alliance land, the draenei is not an outsider, so naturally he can't ignore it.

   Velen put on a bitter face, used his whole body of mental energy, and injected all the holy light that could be squeezed out into Uther's back.

   In the next instant, a group of holy light cannons that were no less inferior to N'Zoth's black light cannons slammed into the air.

   (end of this chapter)