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Chapter 517 When it comes to self-destruction, sand sculpture players have never lost anyone (2 more
Chapter 517 When it comes to self-destruction, sand sculpture players have never lost anyone (2 more)
A close call!
The situation is so bad!
So tall, a Mengde, climbs up the tree really quickly.
Even though he was under extremely intensive and violent bombardment behind him.
The elf's self-explosion made his entire back look like the surface of boiling water, with dense bubbles constantly popping up.
Each self-explosion took away a large piece of his flesh and blood, and even the skin and muscles on his back were blown to pieces, and huge shoulder blades and ribs could already be seen in many places.
He still used the large-character posture regardless of his care, and continued to climb up in an extremely embarrassing manner.
"Just a little more! Just a little more!" Mengde was only half breathed, but he could feel that the opponent's number should not kill him.
It's an intuition!
Intuition acquired after countless battles!
As long as he intercepts the power of the planet Azeroth, he can quickly repair his dilapidated body and destroy the world instead.
Despite the pain, the will of "I think I can do it" has been rooted in Mengde's heart.
He has no way out.
There is no place and no order for him to go back to the Legion headquarters. Even if he goes back, he will not be able to bear Kil'jaeden's ridicule.
Originally, in this life, maybe he could really succeed.
Unfortunately, he ran into a group of unreasonable guys.
Not many people noticed that the massive decisive battle on the mountainside was over.
It is an Allied victory!
Three portals opened in the cockpit of the Zeppelin.
Following the boss's order, countless players in flying wing suits rushed down like dumpling.
At an altitude of hundreds of meters, under the action of gravity, it will take a short period of time.
In free fall, they began to chant.
"I [Brother Guang] hereby swear to the world of Azeroth that I will never take the initiative to invade the world of Azeroth in the future. Please transfer the restraining power against me to this big man who wants to destroy the world. Devil-"
One is like this, dozens, hundreds, thousands of players are all like this.
They chanted in Chinese and drifted far away. Even if Tyrande couldn't understand, she lost her mind for a moment.
If she doesn't understand, it doesn't mean she can't understand the meaning inside.
This is the oath of the legendary star traveler!
That's right!
Even if Archimonde gains the power of the World Tree and even Azeroth and destroys this world, the astral traveler will not die.
They may visit other worlds and dimensions.
For them, this is a matter of indifference.
For Azeroth, it's a different story.These guys were despicable smugglers back then, with a certain law that the world hates, and they are not liked by the world.
However, when they swear to give up smuggling, it undoubtedly represents a concession to the world.
The world of Azeroth itself has its own will, even if this will is vague and slow in response, it does exist after all.
The most obvious example is that McDonnell found that since sand sculpture players died more times, the cost required for resurrection actually increased.Asking the system is that the concept of 'immortality' violates the laws of the world, and players began to be rejected by this parallel world of Azeroth.
Very simply, McDonnell and the elite operators came up with such a solution - advance by retreating!
Players swear to never take the initiative to invade, in exchange for the understanding of the world, and at the same time instantly release the world [restraint power] that lingers on them.
This restraining power is the same as the [anti-summoning] effect produced by the elf's self-destruction, and it repels the existence of other worlds.
How much energy can an elf self-destruct?
Compared with an ordinary player, it's a drop in the bucket, let alone an elite player at the level of the dirty god or [Scorching Dawn of the Sky]. Whatever, one is worth a hundred or a thousand elves!
Under the tree, the heroes of the coalition army were as stupid as they opened up a large open space, watching the elf and the trident man madly rushing to blow themselves up.
Except for Archimonde's exploding flesh and blood, there were no fragments of corpses from the other two.
They are like the purest energy, exploding, dispersing, rejecting foreign enemies, following the laws of the world, returning to nature, and gently annihilated in this world.
Many people don't understand, but it doesn't mean they can't feel the heroic and poignant beauty.
The elves have been weeping for a long time. Humans, dwarves, orcs and other heroes either wept silently or mourned silently.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah - no! Impossible! Mere mortals! Mere souls! How could you kill me - the great legion commander Archimonde!"
He is aggrieved!
He is so hard!
He is desperate!
Just one step away, he can gain the power of Azeroth, promote himself, and even evolve, and finally overtake Kil'jaeden in one fell swoop, and even surpass Sargeras in power.
But so close is the end of the world!
He couldn't make it to the last step.
Compared with the pure direct attack of the elf, the self-destruction of the sand sculpture player is more spicy.
These insane guys, using the flying wing suit commonly known as [bat suit], adjusted the falling angle lightly, drew a series of gorgeous arcs, bypassed the flames he emitted, and plunged into his wound to explode.
Every blow was aimed at his vulnerable parts such as tendons and joints.
He really couldn't move.
"No! No! No——" In the earth-shattering screams, Archimonde's flesh and blood were blown away piece by piece, and he gradually lost his voice.
In contrast, the laughter and cursing of the sand sculpture players became more intense.
【Wood Beauty】: "Come on! Keep pretending!"
[Scarlet Jade]: "My dear, aren't you good at jumping?"
[Tapubai]: "Hey! I brought all the cement, [Burn Love] Mengde, don't you want to continue dancing?"
[Freedom Blue Bird]: "Hahaha! I didn't expect that the first time I died in love in my life was actually with Archimonde."
[White of the Four Saints]: "Get out of the upstairs! Disgusting!"
Others can't understand what kind of spirit this is—it can still talk and laugh happily in the face of death.
On the outskirts of the mountaintop plain, many night elf warriors surrounded them. They held hands and silently watched as their fellow elves, together with those humans, sacrificed themselves to complete the redemption of this world.
At some point, the lonely and self-reliant night elves had a great affection for the human-led alliance.
Perhaps, this is the feeling of heart to heart.
Perhaps this is the meaning of sacrifice.
This is the feeling that tribal heroes who just sweat and work can't bring them.
"Boom!" The explosion intensified.
From the continuous stretch at the beginning to the huge ball of light at the end, it was so dazzling that the existence below could not look directly at it.
It took a full 5 minutes for this world-shattering explosion to end with the last deafening bang.
The smoke dissipated, and the halo receded.
In the eyes of the world, in addition to Archimonde's huge skeleton frame, there is also a half-destroyed world tree.
"Goddess Elune! The World Tree...Nordrassil...it's saved!" Tyrande couldn't hold back anymore, and tears flowed down instantly.
Although the breath was weak, and it might even take thousands of years to recover, Nordrassil finally defied its original destiny and survived tenaciously.
(End of this chapter)
A close call!
The situation is so bad!
So tall, a Mengde, climbs up the tree really quickly.
Even though he was under extremely intensive and violent bombardment behind him.
The elf's self-explosion made his entire back look like the surface of boiling water, with dense bubbles constantly popping up.
Each self-explosion took away a large piece of his flesh and blood, and even the skin and muscles on his back were blown to pieces, and huge shoulder blades and ribs could already be seen in many places.
He still used the large-character posture regardless of his care, and continued to climb up in an extremely embarrassing manner.
"Just a little more! Just a little more!" Mengde was only half breathed, but he could feel that the opponent's number should not kill him.
It's an intuition!
Intuition acquired after countless battles!
As long as he intercepts the power of the planet Azeroth, he can quickly repair his dilapidated body and destroy the world instead.
Despite the pain, the will of "I think I can do it" has been rooted in Mengde's heart.
He has no way out.
There is no place and no order for him to go back to the Legion headquarters. Even if he goes back, he will not be able to bear Kil'jaeden's ridicule.
Originally, in this life, maybe he could really succeed.
Unfortunately, he ran into a group of unreasonable guys.
Not many people noticed that the massive decisive battle on the mountainside was over.
It is an Allied victory!
Three portals opened in the cockpit of the Zeppelin.
Following the boss's order, countless players in flying wing suits rushed down like dumpling.
At an altitude of hundreds of meters, under the action of gravity, it will take a short period of time.
In free fall, they began to chant.
"I [Brother Guang] hereby swear to the world of Azeroth that I will never take the initiative to invade the world of Azeroth in the future. Please transfer the restraining power against me to this big man who wants to destroy the world. Devil-"
One is like this, dozens, hundreds, thousands of players are all like this.
They chanted in Chinese and drifted far away. Even if Tyrande couldn't understand, she lost her mind for a moment.
If she doesn't understand, it doesn't mean she can't understand the meaning inside.
This is the oath of the legendary star traveler!
That's right!
Even if Archimonde gains the power of the World Tree and even Azeroth and destroys this world, the astral traveler will not die.
They may visit other worlds and dimensions.
For them, this is a matter of indifference.
For Azeroth, it's a different story.These guys were despicable smugglers back then, with a certain law that the world hates, and they are not liked by the world.
However, when they swear to give up smuggling, it undoubtedly represents a concession to the world.
The world of Azeroth itself has its own will, even if this will is vague and slow in response, it does exist after all.
The most obvious example is that McDonnell found that since sand sculpture players died more times, the cost required for resurrection actually increased.Asking the system is that the concept of 'immortality' violates the laws of the world, and players began to be rejected by this parallel world of Azeroth.
Very simply, McDonnell and the elite operators came up with such a solution - advance by retreating!
Players swear to never take the initiative to invade, in exchange for the understanding of the world, and at the same time instantly release the world [restraint power] that lingers on them.
This restraining power is the same as the [anti-summoning] effect produced by the elf's self-destruction, and it repels the existence of other worlds.
How much energy can an elf self-destruct?
Compared with an ordinary player, it's a drop in the bucket, let alone an elite player at the level of the dirty god or [Scorching Dawn of the Sky]. Whatever, one is worth a hundred or a thousand elves!
Under the tree, the heroes of the coalition army were as stupid as they opened up a large open space, watching the elf and the trident man madly rushing to blow themselves up.
Except for Archimonde's exploding flesh and blood, there were no fragments of corpses from the other two.
They are like the purest energy, exploding, dispersing, rejecting foreign enemies, following the laws of the world, returning to nature, and gently annihilated in this world.
Many people don't understand, but it doesn't mean they can't feel the heroic and poignant beauty.
The elves have been weeping for a long time. Humans, dwarves, orcs and other heroes either wept silently or mourned silently.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah - no! Impossible! Mere mortals! Mere souls! How could you kill me - the great legion commander Archimonde!"
He is aggrieved!
He is so hard!
He is desperate!
Just one step away, he can gain the power of Azeroth, promote himself, and even evolve, and finally overtake Kil'jaeden in one fell swoop, and even surpass Sargeras in power.
But so close is the end of the world!
He couldn't make it to the last step.
Compared with the pure direct attack of the elf, the self-destruction of the sand sculpture player is more spicy.
These insane guys, using the flying wing suit commonly known as [bat suit], adjusted the falling angle lightly, drew a series of gorgeous arcs, bypassed the flames he emitted, and plunged into his wound to explode.
Every blow was aimed at his vulnerable parts such as tendons and joints.
He really couldn't move.
"No! No! No——" In the earth-shattering screams, Archimonde's flesh and blood were blown away piece by piece, and he gradually lost his voice.
In contrast, the laughter and cursing of the sand sculpture players became more intense.
【Wood Beauty】: "Come on! Keep pretending!"
[Scarlet Jade]: "My dear, aren't you good at jumping?"
[Tapubai]: "Hey! I brought all the cement, [Burn Love] Mengde, don't you want to continue dancing?"
[Freedom Blue Bird]: "Hahaha! I didn't expect that the first time I died in love in my life was actually with Archimonde."
[White of the Four Saints]: "Get out of the upstairs! Disgusting!"
Others can't understand what kind of spirit this is—it can still talk and laugh happily in the face of death.
On the outskirts of the mountaintop plain, many night elf warriors surrounded them. They held hands and silently watched as their fellow elves, together with those humans, sacrificed themselves to complete the redemption of this world.
At some point, the lonely and self-reliant night elves had a great affection for the human-led alliance.
Perhaps, this is the feeling of heart to heart.
Perhaps this is the meaning of sacrifice.
This is the feeling that tribal heroes who just sweat and work can't bring them.
"Boom!" The explosion intensified.
From the continuous stretch at the beginning to the huge ball of light at the end, it was so dazzling that the existence below could not look directly at it.
It took a full 5 minutes for this world-shattering explosion to end with the last deafening bang.
The smoke dissipated, and the halo receded.
In the eyes of the world, in addition to Archimonde's huge skeleton frame, there is also a half-destroyed world tree.
"Goddess Elune! The World Tree...Nordrassil...it's saved!" Tyrande couldn't hold back anymore, and tears flowed down instantly.
Although the breath was weak, and it might even take thousands of years to recover, Nordrassil finally defied its original destiny and survived tenaciously.
(End of this chapter)
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