Stratholme God

   Chapter 513 Despicable Outlander

   Just as [Tired, I want my sister to hug] posing as a stinky fart, the corners of Tyrande's eyes kept twitching as he watched this scene through the spirit of the owl.

  What Sunset Sword?

   Isn't this the Hunter's [Indiscriminate Shooting]?

   Even the arrows have been changed to the shape of flying swords, what kind of trouble is this?

   is not without power, but spending so much effort just to be handsome for a few seconds, is it worth it?

   Tyrande cannot understand the thinking of sand sculpture players.

  The head can be broken, and the hairstyle cannot be messed up.

   Anyway, there is a resurrection, what are you afraid of?

   Over there, [Old Killer] rushed up with a long sword. His movements were fine, but his clothes were very problematic. How can anyone wear a black cloak and a hat on a sunny day? The style of painting is all played together, okay.

   "World of Warcraft" does not allow mods, but it can't stop these sand sculptures from playing cosplay by physical means in real Azeroth, playing mods, one or two wearing fancy clothes.

   Tyrande almost wanted to spray [Old Murder].

   But he slid away from the hook of the iron chain of hatred, the sword light flashed, and a dozen cold lights flashed, and the sutures on the whole body of the big hater were all cut off.

  Without the sutures, Abomination shattered into a mass of quivering flesh.

   This kind of monster that uses dark magic to sew the corpse into a piece of flesh, it is very difficult to completely destroy it. After one move, it is cut into countless pieces. Oh, some monsters are still alive, they are already 'dead'.

  It even had its arms chopped into eighteen pieces, and the only end was to wait for the subsequent Alliance Fire-breathers to wash the ground.

The    Trident Legion faced the demon elite, and they had an overwhelming upper hand. This scene shocked many onlookers.

   It’s just…

   Mengde doesn't care!

"Sad mortals! Resist! Struggle! What I like most is to see you all struggling and then failing, and finally despairing!" The core of the cursed words full of evil is one sentence - I don't believe that none of you will die. .

   It is impossible to fight without dying.

   No, [Junchen Tianya], who was a gunner in a tank, just taught a fear guard to be a man with 85mm artillery, and his chrysanthemum was stolen.

  A doomsday guard with broken wings fell from the sky, the beheading sword slashed across the junction of the turret and the body, and then a pick, the turret weighing more than 7 tons flew.

  [Junchen] used a mental shock to this product in time, but he couldn't bear the other place and dropped another doomsday guard, and sacrificed [Junchen] with one knife.

   God, powerful and fragile. In the spiritual realm they band together and can even resist N'Zoth.

  This deity is an elite level. If you encounter a stronger guy, you will stop eating, and you are not good at one-to-many.

   Over there, Mengde is happy.

   "Hahaha! Death! Destruction! Come on, sweet souls - you will be my fuel to destroy this world...burn..."

  Archimonde waved to the mountainside.

The normal script is a powerful and unwilling soul. Under the influence of his powerful soul traction, he is reluctantly sucked in and loaded into his evil magic [cannon] like a cannonball, becoming a group destroying coalition army. The engine of the Heroes.

  The script is well written.

   However, he beckoned for a long time, beckoning loneliness.

   What the **** is this?

   The nurses of the heroes of the coalition army opposite him were all nervous, for fear that Mengde would enlarge in the next second.

  Cenarius was almost suffocated to death. He had prepared [Quiet] a long time ago, but Mengde was constipated and couldn't release his ultimate move.

   As a demigod, his [Serenity] power is huge, and the mana consumption is also amazing. Once released, at least one-fifth of the magic power will be gone.

   The nurses here are preparing for a long time as if they are facing the enemy. Who would have thought that Meng Dela's crotch?

  At first Archimonde thought it was his delusion, but soon he found out that it was wrong.

  If the trident soldiers can fight again, they will still die.

Dozens of    died, and Mengde couldn't catch a single soul.

   The Burning Legion commander finally confirmed that these fierce human beings - Mo Desoul!

   This time, the big devil's force is a bit stunned.

   "Despicable mortals! Where are your souls?"

  True* soul torture!

   Mengde wanted to ask, who is the devil? People die without souls?

   The demons of the Burning Legion here are called demons simply because they have done all their bad deeds. In essence, they are still various powerful races with the Eredar people as the core, but after they die, they can roll back and resurrect. It seems endless and extremely evil.

   Mengde didn't even know that the sand sculpture players on the opposite side also had their souls not in this world. They were using the system to project their souls and control the clones in the world of Azeroth.

   Well, after fighting for a long time, I thought it was a game of killing immortals. Who would have thought that it was actually a 'Battle of the Gods'?

   If you have to explain Archimonde's behavior, it's probably "About Two or Three Things About Hanging Persecution, Calling Hanging Persecution, and Hanging Persecution"!

   For the accusation of the despicable and shameless great demon, of course, McDonald's is...killed and refused to admit it.

"Despicable and shameless demon! You can never capture the souls of our alliance warriors! We would rather use the [Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Sealing Spirit Formation] to imprison our souls, or even annihilate them, instead of letting our souls become the bait of your demons! "

   At this moment, McDonald's is not fighting alone.

   The human ancestors of Azeroth 2800 seemed to be watching him.

   The sacred creatures of the heavens also seemed to have sent congratulatory messages.

   That upright and awe-inspiring style;

   That majestic and heroic figure;

   fascinated the elves.

   No one thought that Mai Xie was actually thinking at the moment: Damn! Almost got dressed!

   Mengde is very fierce. When his seemingly full of random and unexpected axe tossing and turning, no matter how stupid the hero is, he knows how to deal with it.

  When the orc hero had the courage to carry the continuous damage of [Fire of Destruction], while enjoying the milk power of the demigod [Rejuvenation], while jumping on the pedicure of Mengde's calf, Archimonde really felt that his life was threatened.

   It can't go on like this.

   If you do this, it will end sooner or later!

   Archimonde raised his right **** again.

   This hand show made McDonald's scalp go numb.

   To carry, or not to carry?

This is a problem.

   Carry it, and there is only one life left.

   If you don't carry it, you may not really be destroyed. After all, there is an old deer, and although Cenarius fights, he can handle his milk power. Not to brag, not to be black, one of his milk volume is at least equal to five heroic nurses, not counting his exaggerated full-screen addition of blood.

   When McDonald's was tangled, there was no need for McDonald's to choose. The **** was pointing towards him.

   "Grass... no! What the hell!"

   The scene that made Mai gaffe happened.

   It can only be said that the fierce virtue of others is not bad for being the leader of the devil, and that ten thousand years of Taoism is not something that mortals can imagine.

  Who would have thought that Archimonde would come to the west?

   The [Death Finger] that seems to be aimed at McDonald's is not smashed with the right hand, but suddenly pointed with the index finger of the left hand, and the target is - Cenarius!

   (end of this chapter)