Stratholme God

   Chapter 497 Blood

  The Alliance troops on the battlefield, after killing the ghoul troops, receded like a tide.

   Not sloppy?

   No, this is simply the art of killing.

   A thousand go up, a thousand come back.

   Killed so many ghouls without breathing.

   The only injured [Junchen], at a glance, it can be seen that the teammates did it on purpose.

  The two-handed greatsword is a weapon that is easy to disown when wielding the Whirlwind Slash. One bad thing is to cut teammates in half.

   How can you be so precise, just cut your **** in half?

  The only thing I can say is that the swordsmen who made the black hands have already perfected their sword skills, and they can be easily retracted.

  Light this hand, it is not too much to comment on the title of [Sword Master].

   In terms of the quality of individual soldiers alone, the tribal warriors who came here this time are nine streets.

   Killing Tyrande and Shandris would not know that the reason why [Junchen Tianya] was hacked by his teammates was because he posted pictures in the group all day without growing seeds, and then fulfilled the chrysanthemum tens of thousands of people.

  However, there are a thousand awesome guys wearing the badge of [Sergeant], and they are considered to be the lowest-level miscellaneous soldiers in the battle sequence.

   Tyrande and the others were really shocked.

   "All 10,000 people are elites of this level?" Shandris couldn't believe it.

   "No..." Tyrande instinctively wanted to say it was impossible, but before he finished, he changed his mind and said, "Look at it again."

   Facts have proved that it is true.

  The alliance has more heavy equipment, which seems to be crowded. In fact, there are 10,000 people on the Horde side, and 5,000 players on the Alliance side with 5,000 Azeroth humans.

   In the first eight waves of attacks, the Alliance did not even use heavy weapons, and just by the killing performance of the sand sculpture players, they cut down all the enemies who attacked in the first eight waves.

   It is no exaggeration to say that these guys are all Spartans, looking at their skilled killing skills, smooth cooperation, and smooth killing performance.

  It's a pity that the Spartan king died with only three hundred red pants, but the alliance has ten thousand people.

   In terms of absolute combat power, Rivendell elite soldiers who have experienced many battles are stronger than players, which is determined by physical fitness. Their body template is at least five to ten levels higher than the player.

   But outsiders don’t know that sand sculpture players can be resurrected!

The    elite tactics, plus the outrageous equipment of Thorium suits per capita, plus the high ratio of priests and paladins in the main force of the alliance, it is easy to become a situation where one person will not die.

   Coupled with the quintessential rotation system, very few are exhausted.

Looking at the elite Trident warriors who were still fighting on the front lines and dared to sit on the grass for lunch two hundred meters apart, Shandris was a little speechless: "Ghouls, Abominations, Necromancers, Howling Banshees, Crypts The devil... the Alliance handled it so easily, I am now finally convinced that the Alliance drove the Scourge away."

   "I would also like to thank the Alliance for cooperating in destroying the portal of the Burning Legion." Tyrande added.

  Yes, without the cross-sighted bombardment of the Alliance, maybe the three clans will have to face the inexhaustible demons. For the ageless night elves, the brutal ancient battle ten thousand years ago does not seem to be such a long memory.

   Fandral curled his lips disdainfully: "It depends on their performance against the big devil. Huh? Here it is."

  In the vision that came from the spirit of the owl, an outrageously large dreadlord came to kill.

   A normal dreadlord is just over two meters tall, not more than three meters.

   But this dreadlord is almost inflated.

  Three floors and a height of over ten meters, humans can only hit his knees in front of him.

  Brian* Bronzebeard put the musket in his hand and complained: "God, he's so tall! It's like the balloon airship I made."

   Saidan Dassault said, "Actually, it's not impossible to skin such a big demon and make it into a balloon..."

  The three men of the Bronzebeard family glanced at the tall Saidan: "Are you really a paladin?"

   "If it's fake!" Sai Dan patted his chest.

   This guy doesn't know yet, because he has been with the big army for a long time, he has already escaped. In the original history, he attacked Stratholme alone because of the waves, and was killed by the Dread Demon Lord. He was skinned on the spot and lost his bag, which led to a series of tragedies in the Scarlet Crusade. .

   Here, looking at the oversized dreadlord who was obviously abnormal, Arthas frowned at McDonald: "Are you really not going to end?"

   McDonald smiled: "You don't have the confidence to deal with a dreadlord?"

  The two fools smiled: "Of course not."

   Having said that, he carried the [Happy Fire] with a very tribal style and greeted half of the heroes of the alliance.

   The long ears of Tyrande who watched the battle from behind frowned.

The    alliance is clearly holding on.

   She did not question the alliance's position.

   Even if people are pretending to be forceful, if they really do it with half the hands, pretending to be forceful will become awesome.

   "Scream! Scream—the plague has come—"

   The Dread King Anatheron's opening remarks were truly imposing, and with a roar, the branches of the trees in the entire valley swayed.

  However you look at it, it is full of momentum.

   Not to mention, the night elves watching the battle looked awe-inspiring.

  The painting style on the alliance side...

  Really* beating gongs and drums!

   A group of sand sculpture players even made Ansai waist drums, suonas, gongs and so on. He formed a half circle behind the heroes of the alliance, roaring wildly.

  【Swing the knife from the palace sauce】: "Daddy!"

  【LKH's hobby】: "Why are you so noisy?"

  【Don't forget your original intention in your life】: "Property management! Come to a property management and take over these monsters!"

   Well, the guy who claimed to be calling property management to complain about disturbing the people yelled 100 decibels himself.

   That kind of hilarious method, ignorant earthlings just listen to the sound, and even think that this group of funny people are watching the NBA All-Star game.

  McDonald is willing to hold his forehead. With such a group of teasing subordinates, he always feels ashamed of thieves.

   Of course, the fight scene is still very nice.

  After all, the league's all-star lineup is not as troublesome as players pushing copies by themselves.

   On the left side of the screen, the Dread Demon Lord starts with a swarm storm.

   On the left side of the horizon, a large group of evil bugs from the dark fissure crossed the space, and as soon as they sprayed out in a cone shape, they met the [Dragon Breath] of the high-precision archmage Romans on the right.

  Two terrifying tornadoes with a diameter of more than 30 meters faced each other in midair.

   This is the power of darkness and the element of fire.

  The sharp insect chirping, the roaring flames, violently stimulated the ear drums of the people around them.

  Fortunately, since ancient times [to the wave], it must be the left side to lose.

  Rommath, who had been greeted early in the morning, did not need to hold his hand, and tried his best to suppress Anatheron's [Insect Storm], burning the flames on the Dread Demon King anyway.

   A typical low-damage, highly humiliating move.

  Anatheron didn't expect to fight chicken blood. He slapped Mengde's imperial fel power. He lost half a shot in a face-to-face encounter, and suddenly became angry: "My swarm is hungry for flesh and blood—"

   He's ready to drum up more dark bugs.

   At this time, a two fools knocked down Anatheron with a [Charge] that exceeded 60 yards, jumping on the belly was a sword.

   "Blood your sister!"

   (end of this chapter)