Stratholme God

   Chapter 1446 Too hasty

   The sky is slightly brighter.

   A hazy city stands above the ruins of Uldum at the southernmost tip of Kalimdor.

  This city in the purple-black mist seems to be a desolate and uninhabited ghost town.

   Looking at it from a distance, I vaguely see a few trees with claws and claws. The obelisk erected on the side of the road is probably one of the few landmarks in this ghost town.

   Except for the relief of the eyeballs on the obelisk, it seems that the eyeballs turn occasionally, and there is no trace of any living thing anymore, as if this is a lonely world.

   Azeroth is so big that a similar landscape is placed in any other place, and it will be considered a mirage-like existence.

   This time is a little different.

   Arcane brilliance suddenly flickered on the ruins of Uldum, as well as the sharp elemental explosion, breaking the silence between heaven and earth.

  The mysterious space magic is like a sharp machete, tearing apart the tricks of the ancient gods, breaking through the seemingly thin space barrier, and revealing the whole picture of the huge capital behind the mist.

   "Enemy attack!"

   The ancient language of the Faceless, resounding near the gates of Ny'alotha* City of Awakening.

   Two translucent, illusory giant tentacles suddenly rose from the purple ravine near the city gate, which was theoretically a moat, blocking the incoming arcane light.

  The arcane energy group the size of a car exploded under the resistance of the defense system, turning into huge fireworks.

  In the ruins of Uldum, the sound of rustling footsteps gradually came, and it soon turned into a galloping sound of thousands of troops.

   One after another figure gradually emerged from the morning mist.

   A three-story tall, burly faceless man stood at the gate of Ny'alotha, gazing into the distance, letting the cold morning wind blow through the gap between its chin and tentacles.

   The line of sight is full of people, and a huge army is attacking Ny'alotha. The number is so large that it is like a huge swarm.

   However, this is not a bug, this is a Faceless almost identical to the Faceless who guard Ny'alotha.

   "Traitor—" The faceless general's hoarse roar fully expressed his anger.

   That's right!

   The first group to kill was the Faceless traitor troops who were brainwashed by the Defiled Cult, turned their guns and ran towards N'Zoth's face.

  What is slap in the face?

   This is a face slap!

   The faceless people who are scattered in various spaces and small spaces are actually brainwashed by the enemy! ?

This kind of **** can even be traced back to the earlier era when the dark empires attacked each other in the "Battle of the Lord" when the Titans fought against the ancient gods - the faceless is a good thing, other ancient gods see it, they are good, and then they are brainwashed Become a fighter of your own.

   It’s okay to be brainwashed by other ancient gods, and brainwashed by dirty gods, what is this?

   This is what humiliates and annoys the Faceless Generals the most.

  Thousands of the Faceless fought like marching ants of different tribes, charging furiously and colliding violently along the borders of the city of Ny'alotha.

   As soon as the scene begins, they shoot each other passionately with terrifying dark magic.

   The black light cannon ripped apart the skin, and countless tentacles scorched black, burst and splattered.

   Immediately, the huge tentacles like a battering ram kept lashing at the enemy.

   To the naked eye, these are two faceless people who are indistinguishable.

   On the spiritual level, the completely different mental fluctuation colors of the two sides are the best identification system for friend and foe.

   N'Zoth's Faceless Man's spiritual brilliance was a purplish black.

   What defiles the gods is... colorful black!

  Cough! In fact, black can be divided into more than 200 kinds from light to dark. Ordinary people can't tell the difference with the naked eye, but it doesn't mean that the faceless can't tell the difference.

   The doglegs of N'Zoth roared and slapped the traitors with tentacles as sharp as hacksaws.

The    traitors also hit back hard.

   In the distance, a faceless general sneered: "Superficial!"

   Not to mention it, even a certain twenty-five naga who secretly observed the situation of the battle was worried.

   The faceless who controls the opponent turn to attack the opponent, which sounds beautiful, but it actually consumes not the faceless, but the mental power of the attacking party.

   Mind control is absolutely mind-blowing.

   Basically, the team with the stronger quality and quantity of spiritual power wins.

Just when the Faceless were fighting fiercely, on the side of the Alliance, the former leader of the Defiled God [Junchen Tianya] taught the younger generation: "Manipulating the Faceless of the other side to attack the Ancient Evil God, there are always natives in the Alliance who say that I am too hasty. I feel that no matter how dirty we are, we can't last forever. Tell you, this is wrong."

   A group of newcomers craned their necks to listen to the teachings of the former leader.

"Let's just talk about being too hasty. If you're too hasty, and the other person lacks lubrication, it will undoubtedly bring pain. That's too hasty. But if you think about it, if you're a goblin, it doesn't matter. Right! We turn the filth into everyday life, so what about the exhaustion of spiritual power?"

   All the believers suddenly realized that there is a difference between being too hasty and being too hasty.

  【Jun Muqi】: "Besides, we don't need to counteract the whole process."

   He snapped his fingers, and the Union shelling came.

  “咻——”

   At the end of the sky, countless 'meteors' cut through the sky. It looked like the cannonball was just moving slowly through the air.

   But slowness is just an optical illusion, the closer you get, the faster the shell falls.

  The terrifying barrage shrieked as it swept over the ruins of Uldum, and some even brushed the tops of certain towers, bringing gusts of wind.

  When the 400mm justice crashed to the ground, countless tentacle stumps were blasted into the sky.

  The exaggerated mental shock produced by the collective sudden death of thousands of Faceless People formed a terrible resentment, which was repeatedly washed in the spiritual circuit between the Faceless People.

   The screams of the dying, the panic before death, turned into a terrifying spiritual torrent, attacking the minds of the generals of the Faceless.

   At this moment, the filth cultists, who had mastered the essence of the artillery coordination, started a collective assault. They sat on tanks and armored vehicles, rushed over quickly, and launched a spiritual invasion to the targets they had secretly locked on early.

   After a few seconds, the generals of the Faceless under N'Zoth were in chaos.

   "Love you - Qiumi!"

   "7ki7ki sauce sauce!"

   These burly, faceless generals whose limbs are all tentacles danced the house dance, and they were full of strange flavors.

   Think about it, when a faceless man with a lamprey mouth wears a cloth curtain as an apron, and uses his boneless hands and feet to dance [Elysium]...

   That style of painting is truly disgusting.

  No normal person can stand it except the filthy sect guy.

  Fortunately, the Dirty Gods are more of a mental interference role than a real main attack. Basically interfere, and then help lock the target in the system, the ship girl will complete the long-range strike across the horizon.

The    Alliance's offensive was so smooth that Queen Azshara, who was lurking back, was secretly shocked.

   (end of this chapter)