Stratholme God

   Chapter 816 What did you do, Mr. Ke?

  Grass' appetite isn't limited to pet biscuits. Glass can easily swallow an entire army of the undead every day to regenerate his decaying body.

  K always makes Naxxramas run around in Kalimdor. While collecting natural disaster soldiers, isn't he looking for dog food for the mighty Glass?

   What made Thrall almost pop out the eyes of the kryptonite beast was that a large group of orc undead almost actively jumped into Glass' big mouth, allowing the mutant molten fire dog to devour.

  When Glass did the opposite, ate a big mouthful of human meat buns, and after mending his body, he took Anubrekan in his mouth and ran towards the ruins of Naxxramas.

  The tribe is stupid.

   "Destroy him!" The Great Chief gave an order. First, the trebuchets produced by the Iron Tribe bombarded, followed by the few elf mages and lich of the tribe, who collectively chased and bombarded Grass.

  Uh, how to say it.

Sometimes the long blood bar just does whatever he wants. This mutated molten fire dog just eats and pulls, and he wonders if he has practiced the legendary 'pulling back to blood'. It just doesn't seem to shrink in size.

   This made Thrall half-dead.

   This **** recovers blood faster than it loses blood. As long as he doesn't clean up his dog food, he feels like this guy is immortal.

  The Sun King has paid great attention to this, and another big guy, the blood elf leader Romans, cooperated rarely, and rushed forward with [Flash] in advance, trying to intercept the dog food cannon fodder of the undead.

   But these undead are in burrows. They burrow out of the ground like groundhogs, and once they come out, they are given to Glass to eat.

   It is impossible to know the situation of the underground passage, and it does not have the violent fire magic output ability of the Sun King, so Rommath's volley can be described as half-baked.

  Grass was able to swallow even the undead soldier on fire.

   The fire magic, which is very effective against the undead, hit Glass, and the damage caused was visibly reduced to the naked eye. The mages of the tribe even wondered if Glass had evolved a fire resistance aura or something, or if he had awakened the fire resistance talent as a molten dog.

All the tribal heroes couldn't find a way to deal with it for a while, and they almost watched Anubrekan crawling fast in front, Glass running behind, all the way back to the ruins of Naxxramas, and the tribal heroes Leng is unable to catch up.

  The average tribal hero has two legs, and the boss on the opposite side has six legs on average, and his back is more than ten meters high. At any step, he will land ten steps on the top of the hero, and the pace is not slow. It is really impossible to catch up.

   Thrall and other bigwigs are stupid.

   "Attack!"

  The Iron Star of the Iron Horde looks very powerful, and it can still face the outer wall of the ruins of Naxxramas without any itch. It sounds ping ping pong pong, quite lively, at a glance, the damage is 0.5!

   When you hit it, it leaves a light cyan print.

   What's the difference between this and the shotgun attacking the armored vehicle?

   Look at the green plague gas and liquid overflowing from the ruins of the fortress, and look at the green-faced bull-headed patriarch Kane, Thrall's mouth twitched and he gritted his teeth: "Let the infantry attack!"

   At the same time, MacDonald stared at the wide-open portal in the central area of ​​Naxxramas.

  The city gate is not necessarily an empty city plan.

  Everyone knows what this means - that is, Kel'Thuzad's invitation!

   Covenant?

  Normal people will decisively say 'no appointment'.

  Yes, what is a hero?

  To live to the death is a true hero!

   "Hoo!" McDonald spit out a turbid breath: "Have you felt the evil aura inside?"

  The heroes nodded.

   "We have come all the way, overcoming obstacles. Let's count, how many powerful enemies have fallen at our feet?"

yes! Azeroth has not had a few years of peace since the first battle of the Dark Portal began.

   Orc Warlock Demigods, Lich King, Demon Lord, Black Dragon Prince, Elemental Lord... Until recently, even the ancient gods have become a stepping stone for everyone.

  Ten years ago, a big lich? It can stop children from crying, and make warriors tremble with cold sweat.

   Ten years later, a big lich? Oh, 'merely' a big lich!

  Thinking back to this, the heroes smiled knowingly.

   Arthas stroked the fierce and expressive raised spikes on the Balrog's hammer. Once upon a time, it resisted his **** and burned his skin with flames. But now, it is like a licking dog, and it will make a low "woooo" after being petted.

   Arthas touched him like a lover's skin.

  Epic pieces, even divine costumes, are the proof of the heroes' glory and the source of self-confidence.

   Feeling everyone's piercing eyes, McDonald's confident, raised his cloak behind him.

"come yet?"

   In the shadow not far behind him, three human figures appeared, all kneeling on one knee.

   "Your most loyal servant Onyxia..."

   "Ebonok."

   "Flagel."

   "At your command!" ×3.

   MacDonald had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, showing approval: "Very good, let's go!"

   He took the lead, leading the crowd into the "unknown".

   At that moment, the portal was rippling, and Kel'Thuzad wanted to make a fierce volley while the heroes of the Alliance entered halfway.

   Unexpectedly, Tyrande seemed to caress the psychedelic frame of the portal with his left hand unintentionally, and the portal immediately swayed into a circle of inconspicuous waves.

  The blurred moonlight shines through the space and shines on the portal...

   "Humph!" Mr. Ke snorted coldly, "Damn Elune."

   That's right, the Moon Goddess shot.

   In Azeroth, it is the world where the star soul and the moon goddess show their divine power. Of course, outside the traditional planetary scope, that is another matter.

   "McDonald's, be careful, this is no longer Azeroth's native land." Tyrande reminded McDonald.

   "Well, I feel it. This is a space similar to the Emerald Dream. Of course, it's even more evil!" After McDonald's entered the ice dragon's lair, he obviously felt that it was very different from history.

  The flying snowflakes were mingled with an unusually rich black aura. This aura of death far exceeded Kel'Thuzad's ability.

   He is not the deity of the Lich King after all, and without [Frostmourne] in hand, even if the Lich King left something for him before playing Sleep, he would not have the momentum he has now.

Layers of death force, like dozens or hundreds of quilts being poured over, maybe they are soft and won't crush people to death in the first place, but that kind of terrifying suffocation is definitely not something that a big lich can emit. of.

  Damn, shouldn't Mr. Ke stole the power of the Shadow Realm?

  McDonald's is a little elusive.

   (end of this chapter)