Stratholme God

   Chapter 512 Of course you need to watch it at a critical time...

   "Crack! Slap!" Two avatars exploded in a row, and McDonald's was still standing here.

   That 'merely' 1 meter 85 body, at this moment, in the eyes of Tyrande and Shandris, it seemed so tall and majestic.

   This contrast is amazing!

  The average height of night elf males is more than 2 meters, and it is not uncommon for men to be 2 meters 20 or even 2 meters 30. In the eyes of the dark essence, he is definitely not tall.

   There is a saying that the height of a person is not determined by the physical sense, but by what he does.

  For selfishness, this is a hero saving beauty.

  Yu Gong, he kept the possibility of annihilating the demon air force, as long as the alliance troops on the mountainside withstood the fierce attack of the demon soldiers. The plan to defeat Archimonde can continue.

  However, no amount of gorgeous words can describe Tyrande's excitement just now, and his excitement afterward.

   She had fantasized more than once that when her life was in danger, someone would come to rescue him immediately.

   Extremely ironic—

When it really came to a critical juncture, what stood in front of her was not the muscular Illidan, who had a red upper body all year round, and held the double-edged Azzinoth; Malfurion the Horned...

   It's so immortal, it's actually a human who hasn't known each other for a long time! ?

  At the juncture of life and death, this extremely strong impression is enough to imprint the deepest part of the soul.

   Tyrande suddenly felt that something was growing in his heart.

   I have to say that a certain licking dog is a bit sad. He has been licking for more than 10,000 years. If he is absent at a critical time, he will lose all his achievements.

  It was impossible for McDonald to know that the young girl's heart of Wannian was actually sprouting, and there were so many dramas in his heart. On the surface, he was righteous and awe-inspiring: "This is for Azeroth!"

  In the dark...

  Fuck! Lying down hastily! My lord, I have two lives left!

   At this moment, McDonald felt very much like playing "Sekiro" back then, and he wouldn't be able to play until he died to his last life and had no blood.

   He only felt that he was extremely focused, staring at Mengde's middle finger.

   No matter how loyal he is, he has gathered the [Seven Fingers of Death].

   Others can summon Shenlong by collecting seven balls. Mende, you old man put your **** of death seven times in one breath, aren’t you tired? Please rest! Is it easy for me to spend more lives? If I don't even save a puppet, I'll call the police!

Shandris next to    was grateful, but did not forget to whisper to Mai, who was in a fighting stance: "Is there anything I can do?"

   "Don't relax!" While McDonald took the opportunity to cover his mouth with his left arm and whispered, his right hand pointed a finger behind him.

   The smart adoptive mother and daughter immediately understood.

   This heroic human commander should have used some kind of secret technique to forcibly escape the killing of [Death Finger], but he only had one last chance.

   If you are hit again after using it, it is like Gruul, you should lie down or lie down.

   Even so, they were already very moved.

   Shandris said in a deep voice, "Thank you so much!"

   Tyrande did not speak at all, and concentrated on guiding the meteorite fragments.

   Over there, Archimonde is of course disappointed.

   He can actually force an extra shot of his death middle finger.

   Yes, but useful?

   That abominable human is simply hob meat, disgusting to death.

   Using [Death Finger] on that kind of guy is simply the last resort. After losing seven rounds in a row, Mengde himself regretted it.

This kind of second-person magic can't be used casually, and now Mengde still feels that a huge mass of shadow energy in his body is like being thrown into a blender. Messy' word.

   He wasn't feeling well either.

   It's just that the current Mengde is not in a hurry anymore. His health bar is still very long, so he just pretends to be incompetent and continues to throw [Fire of Destruction] and [Air Blast].

   Mengde's plan is as follows:

In the    situation, as long as his own demon younger brother attacks, it can cause terrifying damage. With so many soldiers from mortals, there will definitely be powerful souls that can be used.

  The commander of the great and invincible Legion - Archimonde I, will use these souls as fuel to chug all you bug-like guys.

  …

  Mengde suddenly jumped and turned into Mengde. When he was not reckless and focused on his feet, all the heroes of the coalition army had nothing to do with him.

   As McDonald ran to protect Tyrande, the remote profession continued to make a fuss about the already **** wound.

   Actually, both sides are waiting for the battle on the mountainside.

   As expected, the battle suddenly entered the stage of white-hot.

The    Alliance took the tank as the guide, and fired directly while marching.

  With the current technology, normally speaking, the hit rate of firing a cannon in a high-speed dash will be terrible, and those who can hit a moving target should basically be included in the category of metaphysics.

  However, there are too many cannon fodders from the Scourge Legion, and a slightly experienced cannon shooter can easily trigger a medium-sized blood fountain.

   Countless pieces of rotten flesh and dead bones were blown up by the Holy Light Rune Cannonball, and splashed out in a whirl, causing secondary damage.

   These are the elites that the Rivendell Legion has cultivated for many years, and there is a spectrum of how to fight.

   Not to mention that the field artillery array headed by gunner Willie took a position early in the hidden place on the mountainside, and used a 155mm howitzer to shoot across the top of a hill to blast the grenade down. The sea of ​​bones began to lose its meaning.

Hyjal Mountain is easy to defend and difficult to attack. The widest part of the mountain road is only 200 meters, and the narrowest is only 40 or 50 meters. If you adjust the shooting of Zhuyuan, normally a cannon company can suppress it, not to mention the a group.

  The one-kilometer-long passage has become an uncompromising road to destruction. Except for the elite monsters who can forcefully eat the power of artillery, carry them and kill them, and the miscellaneous soldiers are wiped out.

   At the same time that Tyrande used the full-screen map cannon to destroy the demon air force, a large number of the elite monsters of the Burning Legion finally rushed to the position on the mountainside.

  The artillery of this era is not Gatling after all, the rate of fire is limited and the hit rate is limited.

   How can any computer calculate the trajectory of action?

   All depends on the gunner's prediction.

  The blood-thick abomination is in front as cannon fodder, followed by a group of Dreadguards and Doomguards who don't take much fire damage. These elite demons cannot be killed by the splash damage of the gunpowder alone unless they are hit by a direct hit.

   Watching the hundreds of demons rushing towards them, a large group of elite (funny) Ying (forced) with trident badges on them went up to them.

   [Tired, I want my sister to hold it] First, he held a sword tactic with his left hand and shouted, "Look at me [Sunset Sword]!"

   Dozens of golden lights shot straight into the sky, lost momentum at a height of 30 meters, and fell headfirst.

   "咻! 咻! 咻!" Affected by the skill, golden swords in the shape of flying swords poured down gorgeously, piercing the heads and shoulders of several fear guards.

   Whether the damage is high or not is one thing, the key is to be handsome!

   (end of this chapter)