NOVEL WEB Stratholme God
Chapter 511 Never Let You Down
Chapter 511 Never Let You Down
A mass of flying demons, accompanied by tens of thousands of undead cannon fodder and land demons.
There were so many of them that they easily filled the entire Hyjal Pass.
All the demons went crazy, their eyes were red, and they rushed to the top of the mountain desperately.
The fluttering bat wings in the air hit their companions from time to time, and occasionally one or two unlucky ghosts were hit by their companions and crashed the plane.
The ground was even more exaggerated, they trampled on each other, stepped on the bodies of their companions and continued to charge.
Through the system, Macdonald and Tyrande through the spirit of the owl, each observed a similar scene.
McDonnell stepped back while moonwalking, while looking back, met Tyrande's eyes, and saw the same solemnity in each other's eyes.
Let so many demons rush up, definitely the pill!
At a distance of 30 meters, MacDonald said loudly: "Archimonde wants a soul! A strong soul that is not polluted!"
Tyrande was anxious: "The night elves have no time to defend!"
In terms of night elves alone, there is actually no problem. Huntresses and Sentinels are light and fast units, and with the druids who can transform into bears, they can barely make do.The problem is that the dark elves need treants and mountain giants as avant-garde meat shields, otherwise they can't stop the huge demons from charging.
"Leave the ground to the alliance!" McDonald said with pride.
No bragging or criticism, the army of sand sculpture players under him are the real fierce people standing on the prostate of the times, as fierce as they want, as turbulent as they want.
Huh?
The above description seems a bit strange.
……
McDonald's firm face and confident eyes deeply moved Tyrande's heart.
Tyrande immediately recalled the Alliance's mechanized troops advancing and retreating freely, and the exaggerated long-range firepower.
This is a decisive man!
This is a man who walks the talk!
Leaders should stop and stop!
"Okay! Leave the sky to me!" After summing up for a short time, the two big bosses completed the division of labor.
McDonnell waved his hand, and a red cloud-piercing arrow shot straight into the sky.
Cough!
In fact, to inform the sand sculpture players, just shout in the system chat group.
There is a sense of ritual in everything, and that is more interesting!
The sand sculpture players are excited, and the words of tiger and wolf are frequent:
[Seventh Fear]: "Oh oh oh, there is still a chance to play?"
[Laugh at you after 50 years]: "The director of the teaching department has 30 seconds to arrive at the scene."
[LKH's hobbies]: "There are a lot of demons, can we do it?"
[Junchen Tianya]: "No matter what mess he is, I can use a 155mm large tube to cut it into 0.01 ultra-thin!"
It is impossible for players to stop talking, not in this life, nor in the next life.
Tyrande was surprised to see that the mechanized troops of the alliance that had just withdrawn not long ago were coming out along the mountain road very smoothly, and the demon tide that could be stuck on the ground no matter how you look at it, re-deployed before the wave of demons arrived.
In this case, she has a bottom line in her heart.
Pulling Archimonde's attention, Tyrande began to sneak away from the battle circle and went to the side near the Burning Legion Air Force.
Sitting on the white tiger mount, Tyrande's blue eyes were beating with moonlight because of the infusion of divine light.In the distance, the crimson bat wings, huge body, and hideous banners spread across the sky like a tide.
In the darkened sky due to the power of demons, black clouds mixed with green evil energy kept rolling, and occasionally a few lightning bolts hanging from the clouds turned green.
The vista of the battlefield was reflected in the depths of Tyrande's cold eyes filled with anger.
She turned her head and saw her adopted daughter Shandris standing behind her, and she nodded.
Stretching out his hand, the white and slender fingertips stretched to the extreme, as if they had penetrated the space, embracing the dark starry sky.
On the low-earth orbit of the planet Azeroth, there seemed to be illusory figures emerging from countless floating stones. They all pressed their palms to their chests to express their surrender to the spokesperson of the goddess Elune.
The next moment, a mysterious force in the starry sky rippled in all directions to the west like water waves.
The huge stone immediately broke away from the synchronous orbit, fell rapidly, and became a meteorite.
For the fast-flying Doomsday Guard, this space-based strike came without warning——
A demon suddenly let out a scream, and suddenly turned into a streamer and fell into the mountain.When it fell sharply, it was still waving its limbs in a panic, obviously not understanding what happened for a while.
Then the second one, one, the thousandth demon...
Even though it was just a few small meteorite fragments, it looked like stars were falling from the sky!
Each flying demon has a beam of purple light falling from the sky and shining on its forehead.
This is Tyrande's soul lock, guiding the meteorite fragments, attacking the demon with unerring accuracy.
Batch after batch of demons were named.
It can be seen that the demon air force 'crashed' in patches, just like a sparrow in the forest hit the huge net carefully arranged by the hunter.
The Lu Xing demons who had just rushed to the first position at the foot of the mountain raised their heads and stared at this scene dumbfounded.
Not to mention demons, even Thrall looked stupid.
too exaggerated!
Can this level of full-screen AOE really be achieved by ordinary people?
Even Vol'jin, who initially complained secretly that the night elf heroes were fishing, was shocked.
People really kept a million hands!
Thrall couldn't help but rejoice that the Horde didn't really storm Ashenvale, otherwise, with this move, the Horde would never be able to afford it.
Of course, there is no perfect trick in the world.
[Starfall] The attack is high, the range is huge, and the duration is long. The price is that the caster cannot move at all when casting the spell.
Tyrande can't trust others, so there is a scene with Shandris as a guard.
Under normal circumstances, the strong Shandris is enough to deal with 99% of threats.
However, Archimonde is that 1%!
"Ah! Be careful!" Shandris cried out anxiously.
It is impossible for Mengde not to see such a big commotion.
Tyrande stood out with his strength, so he would naturally be targeted.
Archimonde's footsteps were dragged, but it didn't mean he couldn't cast spells. He raised his middle finger at Tyrande as quickly as possible.
An absolute dilemma lies before Tyrande!
If she stops guiding spellcasting and chooses to protect herself wisely and rely on Elune's magic to save her life, she will probably have a half chance of surviving, and as a price - at least a thousand doom guards will come to kill her.
She knew very well that the coalition forces simply did not have a comparable air force to resist.
Neither can Onyxia, the black dragon.
A black dragon can't protect such a vast sky.
The best way, of course, is for her to continue to guide [Starfall] and wipe out all incoming enemies.Although Shandris can also use this trick, it is impossible for [Starfall] to fire consecutively.What this trick really consumes is the power of the Moon Goddess, and these priests also act as guides.
This brings another danger - she will most likely be killed by Archimonde!
Sure enough!
【Finger of death】—Two bursts!
Looking at Shandris who was desperately blocking her, Tyrande had tears in the corner of her eyes at some point.
She is willing to sacrifice to protect the world and her people, but if she can live, who would want to die?
Unable to make a sound, she finally couldn't help opening her mouth to the maximum, and with a hoarse expression, she silently called out a name in her heart: "McDonald Ken!"
"I'm coming!"
That young human never seemed to let her down.In the next second, a fit figure stood in front of her and Shandris.
(End of this chapter)
A mass of flying demons, accompanied by tens of thousands of undead cannon fodder and land demons.
There were so many of them that they easily filled the entire Hyjal Pass.
All the demons went crazy, their eyes were red, and they rushed to the top of the mountain desperately.
The fluttering bat wings in the air hit their companions from time to time, and occasionally one or two unlucky ghosts were hit by their companions and crashed the plane.
The ground was even more exaggerated, they trampled on each other, stepped on the bodies of their companions and continued to charge.
Through the system, Macdonald and Tyrande through the spirit of the owl, each observed a similar scene.
McDonnell stepped back while moonwalking, while looking back, met Tyrande's eyes, and saw the same solemnity in each other's eyes.
Let so many demons rush up, definitely the pill!
At a distance of 30 meters, MacDonald said loudly: "Archimonde wants a soul! A strong soul that is not polluted!"
Tyrande was anxious: "The night elves have no time to defend!"
In terms of night elves alone, there is actually no problem. Huntresses and Sentinels are light and fast units, and with the druids who can transform into bears, they can barely make do.The problem is that the dark elves need treants and mountain giants as avant-garde meat shields, otherwise they can't stop the huge demons from charging.
"Leave the ground to the alliance!" McDonald said with pride.
No bragging or criticism, the army of sand sculpture players under him are the real fierce people standing on the prostate of the times, as fierce as they want, as turbulent as they want.
Huh?
The above description seems a bit strange.
……
McDonald's firm face and confident eyes deeply moved Tyrande's heart.
Tyrande immediately recalled the Alliance's mechanized troops advancing and retreating freely, and the exaggerated long-range firepower.
This is a decisive man!
This is a man who walks the talk!
Leaders should stop and stop!
"Okay! Leave the sky to me!" After summing up for a short time, the two big bosses completed the division of labor.
McDonnell waved his hand, and a red cloud-piercing arrow shot straight into the sky.
Cough!
In fact, to inform the sand sculpture players, just shout in the system chat group.
There is a sense of ritual in everything, and that is more interesting!
The sand sculpture players are excited, and the words of tiger and wolf are frequent:
[Seventh Fear]: "Oh oh oh, there is still a chance to play?"
[Laugh at you after 50 years]: "The director of the teaching department has 30 seconds to arrive at the scene."
[LKH's hobbies]: "There are a lot of demons, can we do it?"
[Junchen Tianya]: "No matter what mess he is, I can use a 155mm large tube to cut it into 0.01 ultra-thin!"
It is impossible for players to stop talking, not in this life, nor in the next life.
Tyrande was surprised to see that the mechanized troops of the alliance that had just withdrawn not long ago were coming out along the mountain road very smoothly, and the demon tide that could be stuck on the ground no matter how you look at it, re-deployed before the wave of demons arrived.
In this case, she has a bottom line in her heart.
Pulling Archimonde's attention, Tyrande began to sneak away from the battle circle and went to the side near the Burning Legion Air Force.
Sitting on the white tiger mount, Tyrande's blue eyes were beating with moonlight because of the infusion of divine light.In the distance, the crimson bat wings, huge body, and hideous banners spread across the sky like a tide.
In the darkened sky due to the power of demons, black clouds mixed with green evil energy kept rolling, and occasionally a few lightning bolts hanging from the clouds turned green.
The vista of the battlefield was reflected in the depths of Tyrande's cold eyes filled with anger.
She turned her head and saw her adopted daughter Shandris standing behind her, and she nodded.
Stretching out his hand, the white and slender fingertips stretched to the extreme, as if they had penetrated the space, embracing the dark starry sky.
On the low-earth orbit of the planet Azeroth, there seemed to be illusory figures emerging from countless floating stones. They all pressed their palms to their chests to express their surrender to the spokesperson of the goddess Elune.
The next moment, a mysterious force in the starry sky rippled in all directions to the west like water waves.
The huge stone immediately broke away from the synchronous orbit, fell rapidly, and became a meteorite.
For the fast-flying Doomsday Guard, this space-based strike came without warning——
A demon suddenly let out a scream, and suddenly turned into a streamer and fell into the mountain.When it fell sharply, it was still waving its limbs in a panic, obviously not understanding what happened for a while.
Then the second one, one, the thousandth demon...
Even though it was just a few small meteorite fragments, it looked like stars were falling from the sky!
Each flying demon has a beam of purple light falling from the sky and shining on its forehead.
This is Tyrande's soul lock, guiding the meteorite fragments, attacking the demon with unerring accuracy.
Batch after batch of demons were named.
It can be seen that the demon air force 'crashed' in patches, just like a sparrow in the forest hit the huge net carefully arranged by the hunter.
The Lu Xing demons who had just rushed to the first position at the foot of the mountain raised their heads and stared at this scene dumbfounded.
Not to mention demons, even Thrall looked stupid.
too exaggerated!
Can this level of full-screen AOE really be achieved by ordinary people?
Even Vol'jin, who initially complained secretly that the night elf heroes were fishing, was shocked.
People really kept a million hands!
Thrall couldn't help but rejoice that the Horde didn't really storm Ashenvale, otherwise, with this move, the Horde would never be able to afford it.
Of course, there is no perfect trick in the world.
[Starfall] The attack is high, the range is huge, and the duration is long. The price is that the caster cannot move at all when casting the spell.
Tyrande can't trust others, so there is a scene with Shandris as a guard.
Under normal circumstances, the strong Shandris is enough to deal with 99% of threats.
However, Archimonde is that 1%!
"Ah! Be careful!" Shandris cried out anxiously.
It is impossible for Mengde not to see such a big commotion.
Tyrande stood out with his strength, so he would naturally be targeted.
Archimonde's footsteps were dragged, but it didn't mean he couldn't cast spells. He raised his middle finger at Tyrande as quickly as possible.
An absolute dilemma lies before Tyrande!
If she stops guiding spellcasting and chooses to protect herself wisely and rely on Elune's magic to save her life, she will probably have a half chance of surviving, and as a price - at least a thousand doom guards will come to kill her.
She knew very well that the coalition forces simply did not have a comparable air force to resist.
Neither can Onyxia, the black dragon.
A black dragon can't protect such a vast sky.
The best way, of course, is for her to continue to guide [Starfall] and wipe out all incoming enemies.Although Shandris can also use this trick, it is impossible for [Starfall] to fire consecutively.What this trick really consumes is the power of the Moon Goddess, and these priests also act as guides.
This brings another danger - she will most likely be killed by Archimonde!
Sure enough!
【Finger of death】—Two bursts!
Looking at Shandris who was desperately blocking her, Tyrande had tears in the corner of her eyes at some point.
She is willing to sacrifice to protect the world and her people, but if she can live, who would want to die?
Unable to make a sound, she finally couldn't help opening her mouth to the maximum, and with a hoarse expression, she silently called out a name in her heart: "McDonald Ken!"
"I'm coming!"
That young human never seemed to let her down.In the next second, a fit figure stood in front of her and Shandris.
(End of this chapter)
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