Stratholme God

   Chapter 1449 Chopping melons and vegetables

Since a certain time when McDonnell put Tyrande on the desk and discussed Darwinian evolution in simple terms, after being accidentally bumped into by Kalia, someone covered up and said that it was a 'replenishing the devil', but the girls around him all understood.

  After having a child, there will always be some strange alternative words between men and women to cover the eyes and ears of the baby.

   Now that Lucia, Liv, Luna and the others have grown up, they don't have to spend so much time with them anymore. The Windrunner sisters started chasing down McDonald's to have a second child, and as a result, the word "boosting magic" became weird.

   A ranger said that he wanted to replenish the demons, what kind of trouble is this?

   This is not the point, the key is that the connotative words that the child does not understand are good words.

   McDonald actually said that this boss sucked blue, and as a result, a lot of misunderstandings came up, which was really speechless.

   Having said that, Maut, who looks a bit like a sphinx, came here, and it really felt like returning to the temple of Ahn'Qiraj. After all, this place is not far from Ahn'Qiraj, and the races under the several ancient gods are not very separated.

  Maut has a bit of a slapstick style, which made the chopper team of the Hero League enjoy it.

   After confirming that Nyalosa was invaded here, King Wa couldn't hold back, left the army to his deputy, and came through the portal with most of the heroes.

   As soon as he heard the kitchen knives team casually approaching, Wa Wang immediately rushed up like a wild horse, waving two kitchen knives and slashing non-stop.

   McDonald refused to stop, even stopped Kane and Arthas, and let Uther go to town, and more often let third-rate heroes go up.

   Here, Queen Azshara cautiously leaned over and gave a salute: "Is your lord so reassured?"

   In her opinion, the group of heroes really didn’t even give a third of their strength.

   McDonnell disagreed: "There is a saying in my hometown - what to eat when you are lacking, and what to eat to make up for it, presumably the big monster on the opposite side is eating [vegetable]!"

   Azshara: ? ? ?

   Don't talk about her, even the pure Stratholme people around McDonald don't understand.

   Everyone was stunned and I woke up alone, which is not a bad feeling.

In fact, Maut's dishes did not disappoint McDonnell. King Wa took his three thieves and rushed up for a while, plus a group of third-rate heroes as the atmosphere group, just playing remote output, it didn't take five Demolished Maut in minutes.

   McDonald waved his hand, and immediately a large number of sand sculpture players rushed to clear the way.

  The atmosphere of Ny'alosa was originally very depressing, with a strong purple-black haze lingering around the city, and it was not uncommon for these strange dark auras to turn into miasma gas. Countless smart eyeballs are dotted in every corner of the city, from roadside obelisks to sturdy building facades.

  The vertical pupils of Huang Chengcheng are staring at you. Ordinary people will really feel hair in their hearts, and if they are not careful, they will fall into a nightmare state caused by spiritual erosion.

   Ordinary soldiers really can't handle this place, how much they can throw at them.

  However, the trident soldiers did nothing, and some dirty gods felt as kind as home.

  【Lishang Zhixian】: "What are you looking at? Believe it or not, I'll blow your dog's eyes!"

   This guy shouted, and a lot of tridents really scattered on the spot, and went to deal with eyeballs all over the mountains and fields.

These demented guys blasted with [iron fists], bombed with explosives, shot with field cannons, and stabbed with the elemental warblade of mechas. When thousands of eyeballs were blasted, the heroes really felt that this place was broken. Much cooler.

   The faceless man opposite really wanted to call the police.

   In the design of their great god, N'Zoth, the intruder must suffer from the disturbance of spiritual erosion at all times from the moment they step into the city. The power of N'Zoth will pervade the souls of every intruder, and once it finds a weakness, it will attack desperately.

   The earth guardian dragon Neltharion is the best example.

   As long as the **** is hard enough and enough, there is no corner that cannot be digged.

   At least that's what N'Zoth thinks.

   These guys come in, like opening a demolition machine and an excavator to break the maze, and they stand out.

   Not to mention N'Zoth, even the generals below have no temper.

The    Alliance took half an hour to kill the third child.

   "Cough! Kane, take your son to practice his hands!" McDonald's pointed.

Kane's bull's eyes were so wide that they almost protruded. His left hand used a ton of bull power to hold the restless Interstellar Lancer version of the calf, and he said, "Leader, this is not good. Heroes Corps. It's not a group of heroes from the Tauren family."

   "It's alright." McDonald waved his hand: "We can't fight and kill for a lifetime. There are times when the whip is too long and we have to divide our troops. If we don't train newcomers at this time, when will we train?"

  The old cow was speechless, and he could only let Baine be the MT.

   It's no wonder McDonald's took it lightly.

   The old players in the traverser all know about [the Prophet Skitra], and it can be described in two words - free!

  You think the previous Maut is simple enough?

  Made!

   This item is easier!

   Looking at its similar appearance to the old one of the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj, the old man of the hero group immediately thought of the clone technique.

   The difference is that it is divided into several parts, and in those days, whoever was who was divided into three.

   Looking at the boss's starting hand, King Wa was stunned for a moment, then turned around and asked the Van Cleef father and daughter, "Am I getting old? Always feel like I want to start nostalgic for my youth?"

   "Pfft!" No matter how serious Vanessa was, she couldn't help but giggled twice: "Your Majesty, it's you who have been through hundreds of battles."

  The only thing that is commendable for the third child is that the deity is hidden in two spaces, and the real body in the same position in the two spaces must be beaten to be effective.

   Of course, this is the way the game is played. In reality, there is a considerable difference in the fluctuation of elements between the real body and the clone. Angela and other archmages can tell who is the main body without even having to do it in person.

   A mark, a beating.

Gone!

  The alliance cut melons and vegetables and brought down two bosses, and even the second team did not join, so they joined a rookie group. This aura, this boldness, made Queen Azshara secretly tremble.

After entering the underground palace of Ny'alosa, a huge black magic circle suddenly rose up on the ground, and countless black energy tentacles that were hugged by the two protruded from the ground like lightning, and the target of the tentacles was impressive. Yes--

   "Azshara, you traitor - suffer!" It was N'Zoth's son of a bitch, Dark Inquisitor Xanesh who shouted.

  The sudden mass of tentacles made Azshara and her bodyguards unable to react at all.

instead……

   "I'll protect the queen!" Hundreds of voices were uniform.

  Thousands of dirty gods jumped into the river collectively.

   They turned into black streamers and rushed to the range of the tentacles. This scene made the Alliance, N'Zoth and Azshara dumbfounded.

   (end of this chapter)