Stratholme God

Chapter 609 Don't You Think (3 More)
(Silver cute master gavemepower plus more 27/100)
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This is Azeroth 1 years ago, how can there be so many rules, the biggest rule is to be the boss who can fight the most.

White Hart Malorne is a well-deserved leader in this regard.

With a flick of the ten-meter-wide cluster of antlers, the screen was immediately filled with thunder and lightning, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was thunder and lightning.

In the contest, he beat up all the wolf gods and fur monster gods, and then the group of demigods just bowed down.

Malorne said that he would take the lead in the charge, and all the younger brothers screamed with excitement.

"Oooo--"

"Ow, ooh, ooh—"

The wild and heroic atmosphere filled the center of the entire camp, and even the Tauren warriors and Kadorei soldiers not far away followed suit, slapping their shields, stamping the totem poles on the ground, shouting all kinds of things, The sky declares its determination.

The atmosphere became extremely warm.

McDonald stared at everything in front of him coldly.

It was weird, he suddenly thought of a sentence "You have been strengthened, send it quickly!"

Malorne was really awesome, but he was angry at Archimonde, and the image that came to Mai's mind was a deer charging at the tiger... Once the tiger's claws were pressed and twisted, there was no more.

This decisive assault was tactically destined to end in annihilation of the regiment.

Even if this parallel world comes again, McDonald is not sure how many strong people can survive.

Very abruptly, a voice sounded behind McDonald.

"Hello, the strong man of human beings, Mai Qianji, if you don't mind, can you show me your sword?"

The visitor was too silent, even hiding from McDonald's good perception.

As soon as he turned his head, Mai couldn't help laughing.

It was Ysera!

Only the Dragon King, whose main body doesn't know whether he really exists in the real world, can use the power of the spiritual realm to conceal his huge dragon aura.

"Sure enough... can't you hide it?"

Just now Nesario jumped back, giving the dragon the most painful betrayal.How could the dragon kings fail to recognize the breath of Neltharion's teeth?
Macdonald glanced at the humanoid Nozdormu in the distance, who knew that the bronze dragon king was trying to study how many ants there were on the ground.

Damn, the cheap dragon who plays with the power of time and space knows how to play dead all day long.

McDonnell sighed, took off his scabbard, and handed it to Ysera.

Just a little bit out of the sheath of the sword, Ysera's eyes that have been closed all year round opened, she couldn't control her surprised expression, and immediately, her eyes showed a contemplative light.

"Hero of mankind! I know this may be taboo, if this is allowed, I would like to know..."

"I beat him all over the floor looking for teeth." McDonald smiled lightly.

In Ysera's eyes, this smile has a sense of mystery and is full of glory!

Ysera smiled rarely, showing a pure smile like a girl next door. She solemnly returned the sword to McDonald, then folded her hands on her lower abdomen, and bowed to McDonald.

This scene shocked Cenarius, Malfurion, Tyrande and other big bosses who accidentally saw this scene.

Even when the Dragon Clan is down and down, have you ever seen a proud Dragon King bowing his head to other clans? Even if this is a bow full of gratitude, it is an unprecedented move.

Seeing that the other dragon kings didn't respond, they immediately understood that it was because of the feats performed by this mysterious man in an unknown place that deserved such treatment from Dragon Rest Temple.

They don't understand, and dare not ask.

"I heard that you wounded Archimonde with this sword?" Ysera pointed.

The vigilance in McDonald's heart immediately reached the highest level.

Wait, you're not messing around and let me kill Mende or even go and kill Sargeras?
McDonnell deliberately took the rhythm: "Yes, but this is also the limit of this sword. It can only be used as Archimonde's [Skinning Knife] at most! Why, can His Majesty Ysera strengthen it?"

I can't!I can't do it even if I strengthen it.

What's more, you, a green dragon, have the ability to strengthen Brother Wing's dragon teeth, I'm the first to not believe it.

The attributes of the five guardian dragon kings are irrelevant to each other. Dragon teeth, which are essentially earth attributes, are already full with the power of shadow flames and fire, and cannot bear more power of different attributes.Forcibly adding it may cause the dragon's teeth to break in advance, which is not worth the gain.

Ysera smiled: "Of course...it can't be done. But I have a better idea."

After Ysera finished speaking, she turned around and left, leaving the back of her head and the strange long green hair blowing away in the wind, stirring MacDonald's retina.

"Wait, I... that... I'm not a fighter!"

"I know." Ysera said from afar.

If McDonnell knew what was going to happen next, he would be angry with Ysera - you know what a der!

If you want to make a general attack, you must be prepared, and you can't just go up rashly.Even if the demigods are more aggressive, they still need fighters of other races to share the pressure and withstand the small demons.

And Ysera took advantage of the final preparation time to gracefully step into the woods.

This is the resting place of the forest people, and it was created by druids and treants to forcibly extract groundwater from this scorched earth.

The outskirts of the woods have long been guarded by tree demons, elves, treants and others.When Ysera entered the innermost part, she saw the forest covering the sky and the sun. In the glade, Malorne, Cenarius, Aviana, the crow demigod, and other core bosses were already there.

"What's wrong?" Aviana asked first.

Ysera shook her head: "Nesharion's teeth are not suitable as decisive weapons."

Cenarius raised his long green eyebrows. "Just in case, build him one. It's just that we're not good at making blades."

Malorne snorted dissatisfiedly: "Isn't he a warrior? A true hero should be proficient in all weapons."

"He said he was not a fighter," Ysera added.

"A thief?"

"should be."

"That's all right!" Malorne lowered his head and scratched the ground. With a "click", a small piece of antler fell off, cough, it was a piece of antler.

Here is a fragment of his antler.

Cenarius felt sorry for his old father the most: "This is when I beat that demon lord yesterday..."

"It's okay, it will grow again."

It will grow out, but no one knows if it will take thousands of years or ten thousand years.

"Understood, I will make it into a real artifact!" Cenarius' eyes burst into light.

The atmosphere is shaking!
The ancient trees are roaring!
The forest is swaying!
Here, McDonald looked at the lightning and thunder in the forest, and immediately had an ominous premonition.

When Ysera walked out like a dream with her own BGM, holding an ax in both hands, and slowly came to McDonnell, McDonnell was completely Spartan.

Rotten girl?No, I don't want to be an ax man!

The corners of McDonald's mouth kept twitching: "I...I remember I said I'm not a fighter."

"They think you can use this ax well!"

right!God damn meow don't want you to think, as long as I think!

(End of this chapter)