Stratholme God

   Chapter 116 Unable to Lift (Nine Updates)

   Actually, McDonald's didn't know that [Devil's Soul] also had its own special attack effect, he only remembered that in history, no dragon could touch this thing.

   Even if it is the Dragon Sleeping Temple itself, it will send a red dragon who has been dozing all year round to Chiridge Mountain to guard this thing and it will be over.

   just shouted a few words to the Black Dragon King in the air, and McDonald felt like he was forced to forcibly surrender his intelligence, and then he would be defeated by Neltharion with his more skilled second force field.

and many more!

   Something seems to be wrong!

   Aren't the Heilong family good at being an old man?

   What is the state of Erhahua?

  If Neltharion flies low enough and Mai is still physically fit, then I really don't mind knocking a few more bricks on his head.

  It's a pity that the damned Black Dragon King flew too high.

   The corrupted version of Neltharion had various skins cracking on his body. This was not a desert skin lacking water, but a physical mutation caused by the corrosion of his mind.

   Exaggerated lava drips from its cracked skin, polluting the entire area.

   And this bad situation broke out once in the ancient war 10,000 years ago, which was the complication of his overuse of [Devil's Soul].

  【Devil's Soul】's too close will also cause his body to be torn apart. It was the goblin craftsmen who made him a piece of armor with adamantine gold, as a vessel for his rage power, and the stone troll, the drogbar servant, put it on his body.

   Only Adamantite armor can protect his body from being torn apart.

   Now, the platinum disc bricks were knocking and knocking, even if McDonald didn't use the power inside to stimulate Neltharion, just the constant blows made Nelthario's body begin to show signs of collapse.

It's not McDonald's boasting. If two burly raptors come before and after the Black Dragon King to add a man to a man, and then let McDonald's knock on the bricks, maybe ten to twenty minutes, they can knock them to death. This scourge.

  It's a pity that McDonald's didn't wait for the four dragon kings to come out. A red dragon that seemed to be of a decent size rushed out of the Grim Batol fortress tremblingly.

   Looking at the flying attitude of the cargo that can't fly straight, McDonald's eyes widened, and he thought: Brother, can you do it? Could it be that your human name is 'Rudos'?

   "For Her Majesty the Queen—" The red dragon roared tragically in dragon language, and flew directly to Neltharion.

   There is also a spectrum for being overly self-sufficient!

  Under normal conditions, the fate of this red dragon is probably nothing more than changing its name to Yuanji, Siler, Gepi or something.

  The miracle happens here!

"Snapped!"

   A swipe of the dragon's tail, which is definitely not beautiful, and hit the black dragon's head fiercely. It felt like Neltharion deliberately slapped the red dragon in the face.

   Of course, McDonald's will not let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The Azeroth version of [One Throw] is released again. Although throwing the gold bricks will also consume McDonald's mental power, he can't care about it.

  Gold bricks appeared out of thin air on the other side of Neltharion's dragon face, forming a perfect pincer attack with the red dragon's tail.

   This scene is like a home run.

   No, more like a hot dog to be precise…

   Not only was the black dragon's face sandwiched in the middle dented and deformed inward, but a small one-meter-long fang was snapped off on the spot, swirling in the air, and finally inserted obliquely to the ground.

While the   red dragon turned around, he violently grabbed at the black dragon with his claws, just grabbing a piece of Neltharion's breastplate.

  The role of the Adamantite Breastplate is never defense, it is used for patching. Once the patches are all torn off, the dignified Deathwing will be finished.

   "Owoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo——" The wave of tearing pain finally wakes up Neltharion in a state of mental state.

   One tail swept the red dragon away, and did not look back.

"Human! I remember you! Next time I will send you to the fire **** of despair!" The sky-shattering dragon roared full of anger... If he hadn't inadvertently held the dragon's tail between his legs, then it must have been It will be very energetic.

   "Hehe! I am the Lordaeron Alliance Major General Macdonald Stratholme! Deathwing, if you want to kill me, please hurry up. Human lifespan is very short! A hundred years will pass in a blink of an eye!"

  If there is a choice, McDonald's will definitely not report his name

   How he wished to declare in a dignified manner that the person who pitted you just now was the famous Alsace.

  Unfortunately not, because [Devil's Soul] is bound to his soul!

  Speaking of which, this is another sad story.

When he was attacked and used the [Stupid Puppet], McDonald had two choices: one was to let Nesario succeed, but if he did that, most of the four who stayed there would be killed The second is to bind the [Devil's Soul] to him through the system, so that when teleporting, this fallen artifact can be regarded as his equipment and taken away together.

   McDonald's didn't know it yet. He scared Nesario away and reported his heroic appearance to the group of four who just got out of the fortress.

Kurtaz stroked his gray beard: "I have lived for so long and have seen many people. I used to think that the nobles of mankind are degenerate, and they are arrogant and lewd all day long. A small group of nobles stood up, just as their ancestors swore thousands of years ago, leading the people to the future with their own courage and wisdom."

  Ronin also sighed: "What the Duke of Stratholme has done is enough to make him a hero and be praised by bards through the ages."

   In the beautiful eyes of the two female elves, streamers flickered.

  No one knew what they were thinking, but they could only see that their full chests were heaving up and down rapidly with excitement, and they could not calm down for a long time.

   Here, the red dragon that just successfully 'repelled' Deathwing flew to the huge Alexstrasza.

   "Your Majesty the Great Queen! Your most faithful servant Taranisterz has fought back that odious Neltharion for you..."

   The look of this red dragon eager to flatter, for some reason, reminds Mai of a noun - licking a dog!

   After he reported his name, McDonald somehow remembered that this guy should theoretically be the oldest spouse by the Queen's side. It turns out that after he got out of trouble, in order to protect the children of the Queen, he attacked Deathwing regardless of his own weak state, and finally fell, and then the skull was stored in the Explorers Hall of Ironforge.

   In this life, this guy escaped the catastrophe!

"Can you ask for a face!?" The queen was actually angry, she stretched out her huge dragon claws, pressed Taranisterz's dragon head to the ground, and rubbed it a few times: "It's obviously that human hero. If you hurt Neltharion, you can take advantage of it! Don't look like you won Neltharion! Apologize to everyone!"

   "Ah! Your Majesty! My esteemed Majesty! I'll go..." The unscrupulous old red dragon really flew towards McDonald's.

  McDonald's is a bit messy, why does this history seem to be different from what he knows?

  Speaking of which, Taranisterz is a whole circle smaller than the Queen's size. Since they are spouses, wouldn't they press F to enter the tank?

   Two red dragons flew over, but changed their dragon faces after a word from Mai.

   "Oops! I can't get out of slavery!"

   (end of this chapter)