Stratholme God

   Chapter 653 Is this persuaded to surrender?

   Such an allocation is reasonable.

  There are a lot of dragons in the Black Wing's Nest. Generally speaking, it can still be done with physical overdrive.

   Molten Core is not the case, a large number of giant fire elementals. In reality, ordinary kitchen knives do not work well when firing elemental creatures. This requires powerful elemental attacks. Therefore, the tank troops equipped with a large number of frost high-explosive bombs, as well as the mage group, are the best choices.

   "This side of the Blackwing Lair, I will lead the team, and my deputy is His Majesty Wrynn."

  Wang Wang is considered to have revenge.

  The place you lost must be found.

   The new Varian was carried by the Alliance God of War, MacDonald, and Bolvar was very relieved.

   In general, these powerhouses are the core, and then a bunch of hero-level powerhouses are used to fight.

At the    Throne Meeting, the only surprise was:

   "I am also participating in the Blackwing Lair Raiders!" Tyrande said.

   Rub! Just rub it hard!

   McDonald didn't assign a mission to Tyrande because the night elves were too far away.

   "This, Your Excellency Yufeng, don't you have to monitor the tribe?"

  Tyrande's eyes were full of teasing: "Monitoring? Watching the poor orc being stripped of the skin by the goblins, and then pulling out coins?"

  There is such a voice in the alliance nowadays. McDonald's instigated the alliance to attack the goblins. The ultimate goal is to drive the wolf and bite the tiger, and force the goblins to trap the tribe, so that the alliance can take down strong enemies here.

   This method is really wonderful.

   It's just that Tyrande, as the high priest, just posted it like this, making the expressions of the leaders of the other allied nations a little subtle.

   The final list of the Blackwing Lair crusade is as follows:

McDonald's, Kalia, the three Windrunner sisters, Liadrin, Valeera, Calpurnia, Solan Lien, Varian, Van Cleef and Daughter, Uther, Sydan Dassault Han, Tyrande... and three hundred elite operators, plus a female black dragon!

   This lineup is ridiculously luxurious!

   What's even more outrageous is that there are more than half of the alliance powerhouses waiting outside, which does not affect the alliance's control over various places.

   An alliance that is so wide is almost a bug.

  The alliance is so big, it must not be hidden from the tribe.

  Thrall made a decisive decision and put forward to the alliance: "The evil black dragon family is the common enemy of all creatures in Azeroth. If necessary, the tribe is willing to support some strong alliances."

   After receiving the news, McDonald's replied almost in seconds: "The Alliance is fully capable of defeating the evil Black Dragon Prince Nefarian, and at the same time guarding against attacks from unscrupulous people."

  Saar felt heartache after receiving the news.

   What about trust between people?

   Well, there has never been such a thing between humans and orcs.

   Even if there is, it is an illusion when a strong enemy is forced to join forces with the enemy.

   But having seen Mengde, and later learned about Thrall, who "given Mai and someone fur equipment because of his premature exit", he felt that he lost 100 million.

well!

   Even if it is 'dungeon to work, black equipment, black gold and black materials', then... tribal heroes can at least get some experience!

   It's like Thrall always wanted to send his men to the Alliance Mint to do white labor.

   Wages are not important, young people, the most important thing is to learn a craft! right?

Vol'jin sighed: "The Alliance has always been vigilant against us, even if the troops are deployed in the south of the Eastern Kingdom. The Kalimdor Continent has not relaxed at all. Alliance generals Feather Moon, Rivendell, Proudmoore, and Golden Sword are still leading the way. Heavy troops are watching over us."

   Thrall felt that the Horde was a breathless bastard. The noose was all around the neck. The Horde, a seemingly huge but puffy giant, struggled with all means, only to loosen the noose a little bit.

   Alliance leader McDonald's control is too powerful, the Horde is simply a loser, and every move is passive.

   And in the Searing Canyon, the Alliance Elite Group began to march.

   From what should have been Thorium Watchtower, now called Thorium Fortress, all the way to the east, a group of people rode mighty... black half-dragons.

   That's right, it's a half-dragon man.

   are those half-dragons with a humanoid upper body and four-legged lower body.

   Onyxia, who abandoned her integrity, brought all the little brothers who used to guard her own nest.

   Hundreds of people rode on these half-dragons who were two-story high and three meters high on the back of the dragon alone. Even if it was Balrog himself, he would only think that it was a civil war between the Black Dragon Legion.

   This battle is so funny.

  The searing canyon is affected by the Balrog, and it is hot and hot all year round, and the ground temperature is anywhere from 30 to 40 degrees.

   Ordinary horses can't run this hell, at least with special hooves.

   The Heilong family, who also used fire in the first place, did not have this trouble.

   The group successfully entered the Black Rock Mountain, passed through the incomparably magnificent fortress channel built by the Dark Iron Dwarves over hundreds of years, and went straight to the Black Wing Nest.

   Facing the gate of the Black Wing's Nest, which is 30 meters high and 50 meters wide, a certain princess threw the 'Australis Meteor Hammer'.

"Bang!" The huge metal door immediately made a terrible creaking sound. Just hearing it made other people's teeth sour. Under the knock of the tail, which was more violent than the battering ram, the door was dented and deformed in just three strokes. Collapsing inward with a desperate metallic groan, flying inside.

   Inside, is the wild Razogel, the No. 1 dragon man boss.

   This big guy with a height of nearly four floors is the guardian of the black dragon egg.

   When he saw Onyxia, his face turned green.

   "Damn! Why did the great black dragon princess want to degenerate herself and become a human mount! You have simply disgraced all the black dragons!"

  If it was the former Onyxia, maybe the dragon blushed and lowered his head, afraid to speak.

   Today's Black Dragon Princess is a model of broken jars!

She raised her head and said proudly, "It's Neltharion who lost the face of the black dragon family! If it wasn't for the king of black dragons, he completely lost to my lord Macdonald Stratholme, how could there be so many things? If you want to blame it, blame him! Playing with the conspiracy, he ended up trapping his own clan. He is the culprit of the degeneration of the Black Dragon clan!"

   The implication is that Deathwing, the Dragon King, has lost. Can you blame my daughters?

  You will be fine if the old man wins!

  Razogel was choked and argued strongly: "Then... that can't be dominated by small humans!"

"Hahaha! The black dragon family respects the strong! My lord defeated Neltario and beat Nefarian! What's wrong with me serving such a strong man! It's you, if you don't want to die, let's go together Serve my lord well - wow ha ha ha ha!"

   Nearly 10,000 square meters, the cave hall with a height of 70 meters echoed with Onyxia’s villainous laughter.

   I don't know why, such an unscrupulous and spineless persuasion to surrender, she was stunned to say that it was just as natural.

   In other words, is this persuasion or pimping?

   This is a mysterious patch.

   (end of this chapter)