Stratholme God

   Chapter 1374 Qualifications for being a mount

   The pterodactyl **** Paku rushed forward while gathering an invisible force in the air, and even the air pressure dropped a little for a while.

  The anti-aircraft guns on the Black Front Fortress poured down a rain of bullets, but none of the shells could approach Paku's body by 100 meters. It forms a giant arrow pointing straight at the fortress.

   All of a sudden, the hearts of the defenders in the fortress were tense.

   "Hoo!"

   is very abrupt!

   The clouds in the sky were torn apart by a sudden gust of wind.

   It was an innumerable number of air element soldiers condensed into a solid body.

   One of the most massive, spinning tornadoes, with a pair of arms and two lightning eyes as bright as searchlights.

   It was obviously more than just a wind, as all pterodactyls felt a great pressure befall the battlefield.

   His majestic voice immediately resounded throughout the battlefield: "Ignorant beast! Who gave you the courage to challenge the supreme Emperor Stratholme?"

   He is naturally Sunderland, the current wind element lord, and the thunderous voice shocked the audience as soon as he opened his mouth.

   "Let that McEnroe die--" Paku was speaking not in Common, but in the more ancient Elemental. Ordinary people can't understand it, and McDonald's can only understand it with the help of system translation.

When    was scolded, McDonald's didn't need to be angry. Naturally, there were wage earners to help him get ahead.

   "Unbridled beast!" Sunderland wielded a giant version of the wind sword, blasting a curved lightning 20 meters wide and 300 meters long in midair.

   Lightning hit Paku's wings in a flash, blasting into a thundering snake in the sky, and the pterodactyl roared in pain, and rolled nearly 100 meters from mid-air to stabilize his body.

  Paku suffered a big loss in one face-to-face. It was okay, at least there was a chance to fight back. Its descendants are not so lucky.

  Sunderland's wind elements swarmed up and began beating the pterodactyls.

   What made Paku mad even more was that the anti-aircraft artillery of Ebon Fortress opened fire again. This anti-aircraft gun uses standard TNT gunpowder machine shells, which have little impact on elemental creatures, and can even ignore the body of wind elemental creatures and hit them directly.

   Only the pterodactyls were really beaten.

The    barrage stretched forward indefinitely, repeatedly sweeping on the pterodactyl group that was no match for the wind element troops.

The    dragon group suddenly flew into flesh and blood, and the blown up pterodactyl limbs fell to the ground below like hailstones.

Some of them even smashed into the alliance position. Even if the ordinary soldiers below hurriedly hid in the bunkers, most of them were well hidden, but a small number of unlucky ghosts were trapped by the smashed pterodactyl limbs, and the screams continued in a row. .

  So, the helmet made of nickel and copper can't protect against Goblin Gatling's machine cannonballs, but it can effectively protect against shrapnel from the old dwarven breech gun, or messy splashes. What a chance to live.

   As the so-called fairy fights, mortals suffer.

  The alliance defense line is placed below, it is impossible to retreat, and it is impossible for the bunkers to cover all the trenches. If there are casualties, it can only be said that this is a necessary battle loss.

   No one has noticed these losses for the time being.

   Regardless of the enemy or the enemy, all focus on the grand battle in the sky.

  The two giants were fighting over the southern plains of Dazar'alor, and the shock of the wind element blew away an unknown number of clouds. If this battle were to take place on land, it would probably destroy a town in an instant, leaving dozens of neighborhoods screaming and groaning in thunder and lightning, and setting off fires or something.

   This is hundreds of meters high in the air that cannot be leveraged except for the element of wind.

   can only rely on the wind element.

   Maybe Paku is the king of the sky in the eyes of the trolls, but unfortunately in the eyes of the real sky overlord - the wind element lord Sunderland, the first air combat king of the Loa system is nothing more than that.

  The history of the gods of the wilderness can be traced back to the days of the Dark Empire. Regardless of the fact that the wind element lord Alakir is the one with the most hip pull among the four major element lords, he was also a dog for the ancient gods back then.

   It also depends on who you are comparing with.

   Alakir pulls his hips again, that is also the dominant party, there is a site of more than 10,000 square kilometers on the dark continent.

  The God of Wilderness Except for the white deer **** Malorne, the rest are just small characters guarding hundreds of square kilometers of groves or wilderness. The two sides are not on the same level at all.

After the wings were struck by lightning from the large wind sword for four consecutive rounds, Paku finally couldn't support it, and his movements were obviously sluggish for a moment. He stabbed Pacu in the waist.

  Sunderland flipped his wrist and pulled the wind sword that had pierced deeply into the dragon's body horizontally. A ten-meter-long charred bloodstain appeared, and the bright dragon's blood spurted out on the spot along with some visceral fragments.

   The Pterodactyl Dragon God let out a wailing, and fell down from the air with bruises all over his body.

   It crashed to the ground, and the huge body instantly installed a huge circular pit in the fertile ground.

  The earth seemed to make a painful sound at this moment, and the more painful one was actually the Zandalari trolls!

   This is one of the supreme gods they have worshipped and believed in for more than 10,000 years!

  Paku's rush to the street, like a warhammer, shattered their arrogant and arrogant hearts. When the news of Paku's defeat spread by word of mouth among the trolls, the consequences spread like a plague in all directions.

   No one expected that the big one was still behind.

  Paku fell to the ground, and before it had time to struggle to get up, it was suddenly shocked to find that it was surrounded.

I don't know when, a huge and beautiful blue dragon and a huge black dragon with fierceness appeared around him. The two giant dragons hovering in the air and the slowly descending wind lord Sunderland formed a triangular force. potential, staring at it.

   Sunderland's thunderous voice reverberated on the battlefield: "My lord! Will this thing be killed?"

   "Kill or not?" The two dragons shouted.

   In the next second, the sand sculpture players who are not too serious to watch the fun will either drive tanks, mechas, or emerge from somewhere.

   "Crap! Such an ugly dragon doesn't look good at all."

   "It's useless to keep it, and it's a waste of food."

   "Kill it!"

   "Kill kill kill!"

   After a brief discussion, hundreds of thousands of sand sculpture players began to rhythmically shout in unison:

   "kill - kill - kill -"

  The corners of McDonald's mouth were twitching secretly, the little book in the mind of the sand sculpture player, could he not know?

   In order to mount, they can run around every corner of Azeroth, all kinds of squatting pits, fancy monsters. This kind of mount mania, almost every player who travels to Aixing has it.

In the game, players can ride a pterodactyl, the method is to brush a pterodactyl, get a pterodactyl egg out, and then go to the pterodactyl highland to find Paku to change the pterodactyl mount [Kuyafeng] out, and get an achievement by the way. 【How to Train Your Dragon】.

   (end of this chapter)