Stratholme God

Chapter 495 "Song of Neurosis"

Not to mention Sal, even the sand sculpture players who were the old masters in the monitoring room felt like they were trembling with fright after seeing the outrageous fire path.

too exaggerated!

The flames spread unreasonably and endlessly. It looked like a small snake from a distance, but it was actually a fire dragon.

The tribe prepared meticulously, and after obtaining the consent of the elves, they used a large log to sharpen the Juma, which suddenly became a torch representing destruction.

The thigh-thick log, which hadn't been stained with the blood of the devil, was so charred and carbonized that it collapsed in just two breaths, shattering the ground, let alone people!
The heroic orc warrior couldn't even utter a wail before turning into a human-shaped torch that was shorter than fireworks. His hands and feet twitched a few times before he collapsed to the ground.

All the arrangements are in vain!
No matter the tall wooden walls, the wooden sentry towers with a wide attack range, or even the metal tanks of the Iron Horde, they couldn't withstand the terrifying high temperature that may exceed [-] degrees Celsius.

Seeing that even the black iron armor instantly melted into liquid, no matter how brave the orc warrior was, he couldn't help screaming.

If it is said that the destruction caused by a road of flames burning along the earth is still limited, what about the second and third?
Every 10 seconds, a new fire snake spread over, wantonly tormenting the camp of the orcs.

When Mengde flicked his fingers, a total of four [Fire of Destruction] were shot back and forth, drawing a crooked [Well] character in the camp, and the morale of the tribe's army collapsed.

"what!"

"Do not--"

"Mom—"

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

Don't think that tribal warriors must be brave and fearless.

Wake up!

This is the third battle of the Dark Portal.

Many of the orcs who were high on the blood of demons in the past lost their violent vigor.

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

The casualties exceeded their psychological endurance, and the collapse would still happen.Especially in the case of an organization that has not tasted victory for many years, the upper limit of morale will never be too high.

Seeing the orc soldiers running away crying, a strong sense of shame welled up in Thrall's heart.

Ancestors!
Their unbearable appearance fell in the eyes of the trolls and tauren allies, in the eyes of the dark elves watching the battle, in the eyes of the alliance, it was really embarrassing.

Sal is angry!

He is really angry!

He held up the 【Doom Hammer】highly, and the raging flames from the square-headed hammer clashed violently with the fifth flame. The violent turbulent flow of fire elements tore the surrounding earth apart. Only with his With the feet as the center, a cone-shaped fire-free zone is left behind.

"Flee if you want to, you coward! Your great chief will not escape!"

Thrall, who showed extraordinary courage, finally attracted the attention of quite a few orcs. Their hearts of shame welled up and they overcame their fear.

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

At this moment, Sal felt a little bitter in his mouth.

He didn't want to see a tribe that had its spine broken and couldn't stand up anymore.

But these brave and good young people are willing to see these brave and good young people go to their deaths meaninglessly like this?

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

Tyrande, Macdonald and Archimonde made intriguing voices at the same time.

"Oh!?"

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

A second later, Mengde raised his big hand slightly.

Sal is flying!
He flies so high and so far!

Jumping [-] meters straight on the spot, this is equivalent to a terrifying height of more than [-] floors. Not to mention himself, even Wojin, Varok and the bull-headed chief Kane who were not far away were dumbfounded.

What a loud noise, our great chief flew away?
No, it should be said that Thrall was lucky. Several personal guards by his side died almost instantly after being hit by [Air Explosion].

When they flew upside down, their crooked bodies, limbs twisted like soft snakes, all proved that they had lost their lives.

And Thrall's crisis doesn't stop there.

He didn't know how he got hit, except that his viscera were turned upside down by the air blast technique, and his body was also covered with a trace of flames.

This is no ordinary flame.This is the aftermath of the fire of destruction. Once a mortal touches it, he will be slowly burned by the flames for dozens of seconds.

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

Good Sal!
He stunned and gave himself a hammer in the left rib in mid-air, and forcibly used the flame of the [Doom Hammer] to knock out the flames of Mengde. The price was to replace the continuous damage with a one-time 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 Ken had given him, and put it near the wound.

"Zi!" The voice reminded him of a barbecue steak.

The crisis is not over.

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

Fortunately, a strong person at the level of a hero is something that a capable person cannot.

The muscles in Kane's arms swelled, and he threw a large piece of mud into the sky with his hands, hitting Thrall accurately from the bottom up.

The impact brought by that kind of hedging certainly made Thrall vomit blood on the spot, but Thrall's falling speed 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 leaped over with precision, and grabbed the falling Thrall with its claws.

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

Brainless Roar jumped high and took the last blow.

"Great chief, are you alright?" Varok rushed over.

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

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

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

That is not an enemy that mortals can face.

Losing in the hands of Archimonde, Thrall had nothing to say.

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

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

Thrall couldn't help but feel sad—why?Why do you strike hard when facing the Horde, but be careful when facing the Alliance?Doesn't this make the tribe seem incompetent?

He couldn't die, he saw McDonald again.

When the remnants of the Horde walked by in dismay, the alliance commander played a strange musical instrument called [Erhu].

The tempo in the instrument, for some reason, Thrall always sounded like McDonald was mocking them.

Many years later, Sal found out that on this day, what McDonald was playing was [Song of Psychosis]!
(End of this chapter)