Stratholme God

   Chapter 173 [Azerite] Plan (4 more)

   (Leader Chu Jiayun added 2/10)

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While the    Stratholme army was advancing, the siege battle under Silvermoon City had become a daily compulsory course, and it had already started for more than three hours.

   "Woo-"

   Dodged, the terrifying metal lump brushed past Halduron * Mingyi's original location, smashing lonely, no, it flew to Silvermoon City, I don't know what it hit, and the back of my head was full of noise.

   In pursuit of the best shooting range, Halduron stood on the battlements like a dance, quickly drawing his bow and vibrating the string, pouring down a rain of arrows.

   He saw green orcs pouring down the city like a torrent. And among those green skins, a terrifying giant beast was ramming into a nearby magic puppet,

   It was a Goron, a one-eyed monster ten meters tall. After the Titans left Draenor, most of the Guardian Giants were affected by the Curse of Flesh and turned into Cyclops with half-rock and half-organic bodies, and their descendants were Gorons.

  Compared to magic puppets, gronns are real war machines.

   Their humanoid bodies seemed to be made of rough rocks, with rock spikes similar to meteor hammers on their shoulders and arms, and strange curly patterns all over their bodies.

   In the face of Goron's absolute violence, the two-story-high puppet of the 'merely' was smashed into the air by a movement similar to a flying elbow, and slammed into the dilapidated city wall, causing the entire city wall to tremble.

  Haduron aimed at Goron's yellow one-eyed and fired a [Aimed Shot] that required a long charge.

  Rarely, he missed the shot.

   It wasn't Goron who evaded, but Halduron himself missed.

   This arrow is so ugly, it looks like a football shot past the goalkeeper and then shot into the sky.

   The only good thing is that Sylvanas helped him make up for it.

  The sharp Thorium arrow pierced through the thick eye mask of Gronn, but could not penetrate its brain, dealing a fatal blow to it.

   This is also enough.

  After Goron became blind, he went mad with pain and attacked everything around him indiscriminately. It dismantled a magic puppet in a few breaths, killed a few ogres that rushed up, and beat at least thirty orcs into meat sauce.

   Looking at the figure of Goron rushing back, Halduron hurriedly shouted: "Sorry, it was my mistake."

   Sylvanas smiled lightly: "Your heart is messed up."

   "No way!" Halduron smiled wryly.

Since Aurelia succeeded in warning, but had to take the blame for the war that affected Silvermoon City, he deeply felt that the conflict between the Mage faction and the Ranger faction began to break out, but he never thought that the Ranger faction would be so cleaning.

   It's not just him, many rangers have fallen short of their standards.

On the top of the city, the high elf infantrymen who were furiously attacked by the orcs were retreating again and again. The elf rangers shot a wave of arrows with their bows and arrows, but many of the sharp Thorium arrows shot crookedly, and either bounced aside or were not strong enough. Unable to break the orc's armor, it finally turned into a ding ding.

   In the past, this kind of situation was likely to be dangerous.

   Today is different. I feel that the terrifying demigod warlock of the orcs is probably not here, and the Silvermoon Senators are "okay" again.

  Darkhan looks like a Dharma **** today!

He waved his thin palm, a warhammer that contained many white and silver magic runes and was purely shaped by arcane energy, and slammed into an ogre that rushed to the city along the ruins of the mage tower. There was a thunderous sound on his head.

   The ogre didn't even have time to scream, half of his head was evaporated by arcane energy, and he fell back down the city wall.

The mages of the    Mage Corps exerted their strength one after another, and all kinds of magic were thrown out at no cost.

   Tens of thousands of infantry and rangers turned out to be spectators.

   The Master of Silvermoon City has done it again! They can again!

   Rarely, the orcs stopped their attack and withdrew their troops in a hurry.

When    watched the masters retreat, they all cast contemptuous glances, and the faces of each ranger seemed to be on fire.

   6800 years later, the Ranger is still not the existence that decides the outcome.

   This feeling of being ignored and despised drove them to make decisions secretly one by one.

   At the same time, thousands of human carriages, two in a row, separated by 10 meters, made a rumbling sound along the ancient forest road for thousands of years, heading towards Silvermoon City.

In the woods next to   , the elf rangers who gathered here jumped quickly from tree to tree, escorting the advance of the army.

  The Zul'Aman troll turtle retreated. Most of the orcs were under Silvermoon City. This kind of advance was actually very safe. Only when you went within 30 kilometers of Silvermoon City would you have the chance to encounter orc hunters who came out to hunt.

   Lor'themar, who was riding on a trotter and guarding around the carriage where McDonald's was, was curious about the singing of the nearby trident soldiers.

   "Master, what are they singing?"

   McDonald's just wanted to help his forehead.

  These sand sculpture players, one by one, are like cross talk solitaire...

  【Blast Demon King F】: "Good morning, working orcs!"

   [Heaven and Earth Beacon Fire Stage]: "Working orcs are all subordinates!"

  【Barcelius】: "The orcs are going to work noisily, and then taunt everyone!"

  【staam】: "Have faith in your heart, there is no city that cannot be conquered, only orcs who dare not kill!"

  【Flowing water like the wind falling feathers】: "Can't kill humans? Can't kill elves? Can't dwarf hammer flat? No problem, don't build tribes, those who thrive on their own are the working orcs."

  【Pure Faith】: "Are you tired? That's right! Victory is reserved for the Alliance."

  【Pan Dehuguojun】: "Is it miserable? That's right! Comfort is reserved for Boss Mai who has a car."

  【一世一芕】: "Don't fight for your father! Don't fight for your mother! Don't fight for your background! Fail to conquer the world, and then leave the glory to Duke Mai, the mastermind behind the scenes!"

  【What is the password?】: "As long as the orcs work harder to die, Mai Tuhao can live a better life——"

   These funny people are yelling in Mandarin, and other people know what they are yelling.

  McDonald had the heart to strangle these guys: "I shouldn't expect these funny guys to work hard..."

  Lor'themar asked cautiously, "They..."

McDonald's angrily said: "Oh, it's hard to say. I have a cooperative relationship with them, I need their combat power, and many times I can only turn a blind eye to the crazy things they make. But don't need to. Don't mind them, these guys can't be too outrageous... eh?"

   In the end, McDonald's is not sure.

   Ten kilometers away from the main force, a large group of sand sculpture players sneakily gathered at the broken southern rune stone.

   Looking at the glade filled with fel energy and withered trees, [Chu Jiayun] yelled, "Holding the grass, the dog's egg is disgusting, polluting the power of the sun well like this, who can use it?"

  【Brightening Dawn of the Sky】: "It's okay, the living water is not rotten, we just need to search in the reverse direction, and we can definitely find the uncontaminated Azerite leylines."

  The magic of the sunwell, to put it bluntly, is actually the mysterious power gushing out from the planet of Azeroth. In version 8.0 of the game, it has another name, which is [Azerite] known as [Blood of Azeroth].

   These operators walked north for more than five kilometers, when [Old Murder] suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "I found it."

   A group of sand sculpture players laughed badly: "Hey hey hey! Our mass production master plan can finally be implemented!"

   (end of this chapter)