Stratholme God

   Chapter 495 "Song of Neurosis"

   Not to mention Thrall, even the sand sculpture players who were the masters of the monitoring room felt scared to pee when they saw the outrageous fire path.

too exaggerated!

  The flame spreads unreasonably and endlessly. It looks like a small snake from a distance, but it is actually a fire dragon.

The    tribe carefully prepared, and after obtaining the consent of the elves, they used a large log to sharpen the horse, and it suddenly turned into a torch representing destruction.

   The thigh-thick log, which had not been stained with the blood of the devil, was so charred and carbonized that it collapsed and shattered in just two breaths, let alone a person!

  The heroic orc warrior, without even wailing, turned into a human-shaped torch that was shorter than fireworks, his hands and feet twitched a few times, and he fell to the ground.

   All the arrangements are in vain!

  Whether it was a tall wooden wall, a wooden sentry tower with a wide attack range, or even the metal tanks of the Iron Horde, none of them could withstand the terrifying high temperature that was likely to exceed 5,000 degrees Celsius.

   Seeing that even the black iron armor melted into liquid in an instant, the brave orc warrior couldn't help screaming.

  If it is said that the damage caused by a fire path burning along the earth is limited, what about the second and third?

   Every 10 seconds, a new fire snake spreads over, wantonly abusing the orc camp.

  When Mengde flicked his fingers, a total of four [Fire of Destruction] were fired from the front and back, and a crooked [Well] character was drawn in the camp, and the morale of the tribal army collapsed.

"what!"

"Do not--"

   "Mom—"

   "Can't win! Impossible to win! How can we defeat such a monster."

   Don't think that tribal warriors must be brave and not afraid of death.

  Wake up!

   This is the third battle of the Dark Portal.

   The orcs who drank the blood of the devil and snorted, lost their violent energy.

   If the courage of those orcs was 100 at the beginning, it is now 80 at most.

   The casualties exceeded their psychological endurance, and it was time to collapse. Especially in the case of an organization that has not tasted victory for many years, the upper limit of morale is definitely not high.

   Watching the orc soldiers run away crying and screaming, a strong sense of shame flooded Thrall's heart.

   Ancestors!

   Their unbearable appearance fell in the eyes of trolls and tauren allies, in the eyes of dark spirits watching the battle, and in the eyes of the alliance, which was truly embarrassing.

   Thrall is angry!

   He was really angry!

He raised the [Destruction Hammer] high, the flames blooming from the square-headed hammer slammed violently with the fifth flame, and the violent fire element turbulence ripped apart the surrounding earth. The foot is the center, leaving a cone-shaped fire-free area behind you.

   "You cowards can run away! Your warchief will not run away!"

   Thrall, who showed extraordinary courage, finally attracted the attention of quite a few orcs, and their shame flooded and conquered their fear.

   They turned their heads, shouted, and started a mindless charge towards Archimonde, who continued to stride towards the foot of the mountain.

   At this moment, Thrall's mouth was a little bitter.

   A tribe whose spine was broken and could no longer get tough was something he didn't want to see.

   But these brave and good young people go to death for no reason, and he, the great chief, is willing to see it?

   This picture fell into the eyes of the big bosses at the same time.

  Tyrande, McDonald, and Archimonde made intriguing sounds at the same time.

"Oh!?"

   However, Mengde took the next sentence: "Interesting! What I like to see the most is the struggle and... despair of the ants!"

   After a second, Mengde's big hand lightly lifted.

   Thrall flew away!

   He flew so high and far!

   Jumping in place for 100 meters, which is equivalent to a terrifying height of more than 30 floors, not to mention himself, even Vol'jin, Varok and Tauren Chief Kane who are not far away are dumbfounded.

   With a loud noise, our Great Chief flew away?

  No, it should be said that Thrall was lucky. There were several guards by his side, and he died almost at the moment of [Air Blast].

   When they flew out, their crooked bodies, their limbs twisted like soft-skinned snakes, all proved that they lost their lives.

   And Thrall's crisis didn't stop there.

   He didn't even know how he got hit, except that he was beaten by the gas explosion technique, and his internal organs were turned upside down for a while, and he was also infected with a trace of flames.

   This is no ordinary flame. This is the aftermath of the fire of destruction. Once mortals get on it, they will be slowly burned by the flames for dozens of seconds.

   For another ordinary person, it is common sense to die suddenly on the spot.

   What a sal!

   He stunned and gave himself a hammer to his left rib in mid-air, and forced the flames of [Doomhammer] to top off the flames of Mengde, at the cost of replacing the continuous damage with one-off, but controllable damage.

   Just when the flames were about to cause further damage to his body, Thrall took out the frost elemental gem that McDonald gave him, and covered it near the wound.

   "Zi!" The sound reminded him of barbecue steaks.

The    crisis is not over yet.

   The whole person was dizzy, and the centrifugal force accelerated by gravity gave Thrall the illusion that his heart was about to burst open.

  Fortunately, a strong person at the level of a hero is impossible for a capable person.

  Kane's arms were bulging, and he threw a large piece of mud into the sky, hitting Thrall accurately from the bottom up.

   The impact force brought by the hedge made Thrall vomit blood on the spot, but the speed of Thrall's fall slowed down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

   "[Elf]! Go!" Rexxar roared, calling out his war eagle.

  This giant eagle with a wingspan of more than two meters pounced with precision and caught the falling Thrall with its claws.

   Although it couldn't support all of Thrall's weight, it further slowed Thrall's fall.

   Brain Can Roar jumped high and took the last shot.

   "Great Chief, are you all right?" Varok rushed over.

   "Death... I can't die..." Thrall spit out another mouthful of salty foam, and hurriedly ordered: "Hurry up! This is not an enemy our family can deal with!"

The    tribe army finally withdrew, at the cost of more than half of the casualties.

   It is hard for anyone to accuse the tribe of not doing their best.

   That is not an enemy that mortals can face.

   lost to Archimonde, and Thrall had nothing to say.

   What really left Thrall speechless was Archimonde's reaction. After destroying the Horde army, Archimonde laughed wildly for a while, and then...

   He didn't move, and sat majestically on the position at the foot of the mountain, with a big wave of his hand, the demon army behind him rushed up.

  Thrall couldn't help but feel sad - why? Why do you attack the Horde with a heavy punch, but take it lightly when you face the Alliance? Doesn't this make the tribe seem incompetent?

   It's so good to die, he saw McDonald's again.

  As the remnants of the Horde walked by, the alliance commander pulled a strange musical instrument named [Erhu].

   The rhythm of the instruments, for some reason Thrall always sounded like McDonald's was mocking them.

  Many years later, Thrall knew that on this day, McDonald's was pulling [Song of Neurosis]!

   (end of this chapter)