Stratholme God

   Chapter 459 The ancient **** is by my side! ? (3 more)

   (Silver cute master givemepower plus update 9/100)

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   Wife and car will not be borrowed.

   This is the most basic common sense.

  In the world of Azeroth, if your own mount is ridden by the opponent, it is no different from being green, let alone being ridden by a mortal enemy.

   This extreme humiliation made the four younger brothers on both sides feel extremely angry.

   What's more, at the same time, there are also feelings of anger and sadness of the two elite brothers before they die.

   Focus, this is in the Emerald Dream, a space that the Lich King's spiritual **** cannot directly reach.

   Spiritual **** is time-sensitive, and the stronger the existence of its own spiritual power, the easier it is to break free.

After    came in, the elf lich and troll death knight were actually half out of control, but they knew that their body was still in the temple of death, and they didn't dare to make trouble.

   Not resisting the Lich King doesn't mean that you don't dare to beat the opponent!

   The contempt and contempt in the high elves' eyes are the most powerful [group mockery]!

   "Damn long-eared thief!"

   "Dirty green monster!"

  The old hatred of ten thousand years, the new hatred of destroying the country.

   At this point, there is no need to encourage anything.

  After the standard racist words, the uncontrollable emotions immediately turned into actions.

  The elemental turbulence of magic, the power of the mysterious curse, and the evil spirits of animals have turned into bright streamers, pouring out to each other.

   In one face-to-face, I saw three figures turned into victims of the raging elements. They were beaten to the point of being bloodied, their limbs twisted and disfigured.

   There are two trolls and one elf.

   See the blood!

   Murder happened!

   Even if the two sides are already undead, this Liangzi, no, the situation where they were at peace in a short period of time under the suppression of the Lich King was completely broken.

   The scar is torn open, which is the **** hatred accumulated over thousands of years.

  Thousands of years ago, elves ended the rule of the troll empire.

   For seven thousand years, Quel'Thalas and the Amani trolls fought nonstop.

   Even if the Sun King and Zu Jinming knew that it was those **** humans who were fanning the flames, even if the hook was straight, at this moment they had to bite the hook!

   When the big guys on both sides came off the field, the battle was decided within a minute.

   Don't look at how fierce the trolls are, their top combat power is really inferior to that of elves.

   At the expense of the Blood Queen and Prince Teldaran, the elves won the conflict with 2 for 5.

   Looking at the dream gate that opened in front of him, the Sun King's face was sinking like water, and he didn't have the pride of a winner at all—if he really followed the principle that if he died in the Emerald Dream, he would also die outside, that would be fine. The problem is that he can clearly feel that Zujin and their spiritual bodies have been completely put back into Icecrown Fortress.

   Humans do it on purpose!

   It is completely conceivable that after the two sides go out, once they lose the suppression of the Lich King, then...

  This time, it is definitely a real murderous heart!

  The Sun King looked at one direction of the dream by induction, and gritted his teeth: "God-killed human beings! You are so poisonous!"

Away from a dream zone, the beautiful human girl player [Dawn's Covenant] had a pretty face that was ill and tender, she held her face and said the most terrifying words in the sweetest voice: "This aunt is nothing. Devil!"

  The sand sculpture players were crazy about doing things, which directly became the fuse of the subsequent civil war of the Scourge!

   However, the title on the sand sculpture player's notepad is just...

   "About the Trident Legion's WOW copy in Azeroth to teach indigenous NPCs to open up wasteland".

   Well, the author is 【want to go back to your childhood】.

   This title is outrageous, everyone has a civil war, in the eyes of sand sculpture players... that's it! ?

   On the other side, Ysera was speechless, a dragon heart thumping and beating non-stop.

  In terms of force, it is not uncommon for a giant dragon to kill 100,000 humans.

   On playing with the mind, green dragons must bow down to these human beings.

   Murderer!

   Don't kill anyone, don't kill your heart!

   Given some low-intensity dream space, the trident guys have already played so many lives, Ysera can't imagine what the **** these guys will look like if more permissions are opened.

   Even after 10,000 years, Ysera still didn't quite understand why Neltharion was corrupted by the whispers of the ancient gods. After all, it's not my own experience!

   Looking back now, a sentence that feels a bit absurd comes to mind, that is—

  The ancient **** is by my side! ?

   Regardless of how McDonald's rambling and saying good things, Ysera wouldn't give any more authority to say anything.

   "Thank you for your cooperation, but I firmly believe that the Green Dragon Army can keep the Emerald Dream!"

  Ysera insisted, and McDonald's was desperate too!

  You bastard, you green dragons really have the ability to do it, so you don't have to throw all of them on the street in the future.

"Okay! Since you insist on Ysera, I can't say anything. I'll just get in the way here, and I'll take someone out." MacDonald walked away gracefully, and with a greeting, the sand sculpture players evacuated one after another. Put yourself into the spiritual power of this dream world.

   Trident's people walked so easily, but Ysera felt that she owed a lot to McDonald's.

   Looking at his disappearing back, Ysera muttered to herself, "Did I see him wrong?"

In the    system channel, the sand sculpture players wailed.

  【God of Tulips】: "I haven't played enough yet!"

  McDonald's annoyed: "Don't worry, we'll go back and play. By the way, don't you think Emerald Dream is very similar to a place on Earth?"

   "Where?" Sand sculpture players asked one after another.

   "The stock market!"

"Grass!"

   "Stop talking, prepare for the Silverpine Forest battle."

   "Okay, boss, you won."

   McDonald sent the group of sand sculptures away and began to break away from the dream consciousness and return to reality again.

what! What is covering my eyes this time! ?

what! Wait, something seems wrong.

   Liadrin and Kalia's legs don't feel that way. The former is stronger, the latter is softer.

   Now the touch on the back of the head is between the two, fit and soft.

   McDonald's only felt that the whole person was not well. He was about to move his head away, but who knew that the other party pressed his temple outside with one hand, and deliberately squeezed his throat: "Guess who I am?"

your sister! This is not good, it is a proposition!

   Actually, out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the tip of silver-white hair.

   If he was really free, McDonald wouldn't mind teasing her with a heart-wrenching answer like "Like Lee, Alleria?" or "Sylvanas".

  Life is not easy, the traveler sighs.

   "This, Veresa, I have business!"

   "I know! I'm just teasing you." Veresa gently supported McDonald's neck, moved his head out, and let him see the sun again.

  Looking at that smiling face, McDonald's really had a hard time having a seizure.

  How to say, since he couldn't hold it anymore and used facial cleanser once, these girls around him have a momentum of swarming up.

  This... If I feel bad, the old man will pass away here!

   "Veresa, I..."

   "It's okay, the big deal is waiting for you for a hundred years!"

   McDonald's was suddenly choked, and sure enough, to live long is to do whatever he wants.

   This is...it's yesterday. Still doing it today.

   (end of this chapter)