Stratholme God

   Chapter 705 I hate you at 1005 degrees

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

  Ragnaros can be said to be angry all day long, all the way to death.

   Never rests unless he is beaten by justice, so he died.

   Before he died, he didn't think about dying, killing McDonald and finding someone to back him up or something.

   Tyrande shot.

"In the name of Elune! Starlight—" The slender white jade-like finger pointed forward, and a blurred starlight just crossed the space, piercing the flame world where the power began to dissipate rapidly, turning into a light arrow, piercing fiercely on Rag's left arm.

   "Star Chains?" McDonald grinned.

   He didn't have the time to thank Tyrande at the moment, and the wind sword that pierced Rag's eyebrows began to pour out all the elemental power accumulated by the wind prince.

   Just now, he used the power of the system to wrap the wind sword to prevent the power of wind and thunder from dissipating prematurely.

   Now, he has no such worries.

   Say nothing.

fire! force! Complete! open!

   "Go to hell! Ragnaros--" McDonald's in the gust of wind looked beard and furious, and with the winding thunder light lingering around his body, his mighty shape was like a **** descending.

   is not one, but two wind artifact at the same time.

  The Wrath of the Wind Sword and Maloren, the two divine tools have the same origin, and the strongest lightning burst out from the joint force finally overwhelmed Ragnaros' lava forehead.

  As the Balrog's unwilling despair echoed in the cave, everyone saw that the fire began to go out.

  Like a burnt out bonfire, even though the red on the skin of Rag can still be seen, the rapid fading of the flame element inside fully proves the fall of Rag.

   "Die—" The Paladins who climbed up from the lava lake with the "Invincible" made up the last blow to Rage.

  Finally, the rolling flames on Rage seemed to have stopped, forming lumps of magma that began to cool, and cracks appeared.

  The holy light soaring into the sky penetrated into the body of the Balrog, and then the brilliant holy light mixed with frantic thunder light burst out from the cracks in all corners of Lager's body.

   "Oh oh oh oh!" The crusade and the players cheered straight to the dome.

   In the ecstasy of everyone, Rag's body, which was dozens of meters high, fell apart, instantly turning into dry blocks of lava, and fell into the lava toilet he had climbed out of.

  The lord of flames - Ragnaros, the Balrog, succeeded in his crusade!

   For the time being, hundreds of sand sculpture players were dancing ghostly hip-twisting dances next to them. The core members of the crusade team felt the temperature of the surroundings began to drop, and they were really relieved.

too difficult.

  Although I imagined it would be difficult, but after really entering this flame **** and fighting the Balrog at home, everyone felt the difficulty of the battle.

Every breath of air    feels precious, because no one knows whether they will be hit by Rag's fireball in the next second. Once hit by the fireball, the shield brought by the frost magic crystal on the body will be temporarily broken, and the scorching flame will be choked into the heart again.

   Looking at Rag's shrunken body, Uther made up for it with the door sword in his hand.

  Golden light blooms!

  As a staunch god, the old-fashioned Uther is the hero least affected by McDonald's in the league. The good habit of 'the enemy must make up after death' has been cultivated.

   "Hu! Hu! Hu——" Varian gasped heavily. He turned to look at McDonald, who jumped from the black dragon's back: "We...really killed this guy?"

   "Done!" McDonald wanted to comfort the young Varian so much, but he still told the truth of the matter: "But not completely."

   "What? No!" Magni screamed not far away.

   "As the lord of flames, Ragnaros can be resurrected again by absorbing the power of the flame world. Unless..."

   "Unless what?" The two fools were also nervous.

"Unless we can defeat him again, and then induce or control another fire element powerhouse who is more friendly to mortals, seize the throne of the Fire Lord, and then cut off the source of Ragnaros' power. Only then can he be eliminated forever. "

   "It's so complicated!" King Wa grimaced.

   At this time, Tyrande stepped forward with his slender waist crossed, and sighed, "Otherwise, you think that so many ancient gods in history cannot be killed and can only be sealed?"

   It's because of the existence of a lot of perverts, all of them Xinchun brother!

   This result really made everyone speechless.

"It's alright." McDonald clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention: "Have fun. Ragnaros will not be stronger than he is now. Since we can kill him once, we can kill the second and third. Second, isn't it? Even if Rag is no longer in our time, we believe that in the future, our children and grandchildren will still stand up and defend the world."

   "Yes, that makes sense." Varian smiled brightly on his energetic face.

"Yes! That's right! No matter how many times he comes, I can beat him back." The shrunken Magni happily touched his beard with one hand and his big belly with the other, smiling happily on.

   Sure enough, those who live a long time do whatever they want.

  The hearts of everyone jumped up.

   Anyway, you don't have to be close to this thousand-degree high temperature in a while.

  Er, does this count as 'hate you at 1005 degrees'?

   After a while, McDonald's felt the fiery gaze from the player.

   Do you think they are coveting this wave of equipment that Lager dropped?

   Don't be ridiculous, Lager can't lose tens of thousands of pieces of equipment, which is enough for so many sand sculpture players.

   They are all waiting for the unlimited number of openings of [Melting Core] dungeon.

  McDonald snorted for a moment, but he didn't hesitate. He picked up the wind sword and put his backhand on the shriveled rag holster.

   A strange scene appeared.

   A subtle 'gurgling' sound echoed in the cave.

   Just as the [Essence of the Fire Lord] was needed to create a wind sword, the wind sword where Prince Sunderland lived began to absorb the power left by Ragnaros after his death and turned it into his own power.

   After a good inhalation, a beep finally sounded in McDonald's mind.

   He directly took a screenshot of the result and posted it in the system group.

   [Congratulations to the host, since he has obtained the soul essence of the bald demon Ragnaros, and thoroughly analyzed the (Melting Core) area, the host can open up the space passages to the Molten Core of 10 different planes...]

   plus the previous one, that is twelve harvests.

   This news cannot be said to be ideal, it is definitely better than it is now.

"Oh oh oh!"

   "Long live the boss!"

   "Boss, I want to have a monkey with you!"

   A group of sand sculptures cheered like a Chinese New Year. It made the heroes of the alliance look at each other, wondering what these guys were laughing about.

   After the hard battle, touching the corpse is inevitable.

   (end of this chapter)