Stratholme God

   Chapter 517 On self-destruction, no sand sculpture player has ever lost (2 more)

   It's a close call!

  The situation is so bad!

   A Mengde is so tall, it climbs up the tree really fast.

   Even though he was under extremely dense and violent bombardment behind him.

   The self-destruction of the elf made his entire back look like the surface of boiling water, constantly forming dense bubbles.

   Every self-destruction took away a large piece of his flesh and blood, and even the skin and muscles on his back were blown to pieces, and huge shoulder blades and ribs could be seen in many places.

   He continued to climb up in a very embarrassing manner in a big-character posture regardless.

   "Just a little bit more! A little bit more!" Meng De had half a breath left, but he could feel that the opponent's number should not kill him.

   It's a gut feeling!

  Intuition from countless battles!

   As long as you intercept the power of the planet Azeroth, you can quickly repair your broken body and destroy the world.

   Although the pain is unbearable, the will of 'I think I can do it' has been rooted in Mengde's heart.

   He has nowhere to go.

   There is no place or life for him to go back to the headquarters of the Legion. Even if he goes back, he will not be able to bear Kil'jaeden's ridicule.

   Originally, maybe he can really accomplish something in this life.

  Unfortunately, he encountered a group of unreasonable guys.

   Not many people noticed that the massive battle of mixed soldiers halfway up the mountain was over.

   is a victory for the Allies!

  Three portals opened in the cockpit of the Zeppelin.

   With the big boss's order, countless players in flying wing suits rushed down like dumplings.

   Hundreds of meters in the sky, under the action of gravity, it is only a short period of time.

   In free fall, they began to chant.

"I [Guangge without apostrophe] hereby swear to the world of Azeroth that I will no longer take the initiative to invade the world of Azeroth in the future, and please send the world's restraint against me to this giant who wants to destroy the world in front of me. Devil-"

   One is like this, dozens, hundreds, thousands of players are all like this.

   They chanted in Chinese far away, and even if Tyrande could not understand, he was lost for a moment.

   She doesn't understand, doesn't mean she can't understand the meaning inside.

   This is the oath of the legendary astral traveler!

   That's right!

  Even if Archimonde gains the power of the World Tree and even Azeroth, the world will be destroyed, but the Astral Traveler will not die.

   They may visit other worlds and dimensions.

   For them, it doesn't matter.

   For Azeroth it's a different story. These guys were despicable stowaways in the beginning, with a certain law that the world hates, and they are not liked by the world.

   However, when they swore to give up their smuggling, it undoubtedly represented a concession to the world.

   The world of Azeroth itself has its own will, even if this will is vague and the response is very slow, after all, there is.

The most obvious example of    is that McDonald found that since the number of deaths of sand sculpture players has increased, the cost of resurrection has actually increased. The question system is that the concept of 'immortality' violated the laws of the world, and players began to be rejected by this parallel world of Azeroth.

   Very simply, MacDonald and the elite operators came up with such a solution-to advance by retreating!

  The player swears that he will no longer take the initiative to invade, in exchange for the understanding of the world, and at the same time instantly releases the world [inhibition] that haunts him.

   This inhibitory force is the same as the [Anti-Summon] effect produced by the self-destruction of the elf, and it repels the existence of other worlds.

   How much energy can an elf's self-destruction have?

  Compared with an ordinary player, it is a drop in the bucket, let alone an elite player at the level of Dirty God or [Burning Dawn of the Sky], casually, one is worth a hundred or a thousand elves!

Under the    tree, the heroes of the coalition army were as stupid as they opened the boss's open space, and watched the elf and the trident man frantically rush over and explode themselves.

   Except for Archimonde's broken flesh, there were no corpse fragments falling from the other two.

   They are like the purest energy, blasting, blasting, rejecting foreign enemies, and following the laws of the world, returning to nature, and gently annihilating between this world.

  A lot of people don't understand, it doesn't mean they can't feel this heroic poignant beauty.

  The elves have been crying for a long time. Heroes such as humans, dwarves, orcs, either wept silently or silently mourned.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

   He is so aggrieved!

   He is working hard!

  He is desperate!

   Just one step away, he can gain the power of Azeroth, promote himself, and even evolve, and finally surpass Kil'jaeden in one fell swoop, and even surpass Sargeras in power.

   However, the horizon is just a short distance away!

   In the last step, he couldn't get up.

   Compared with the pure direct attack of the elf, the self-destruction of the sand sculpture player is more spicy.

  These demented guys used the flying wing suit commonly known as [bat suit] to adjust the angle of the fall lightly, draw gorgeous arcs, bypass the flames he emitted, and plunge into his wound to explode.

   Every blow targets his tendons and joints.

   He really, really couldn't crawl.

   "No! No! No—" Amidst the earth-shattering screams, Archimonde's flesh and blood were blown away piece by piece, and gradually lost his voice.

   In contrast, the laughter and scolding of sand sculpture players became more and more intense.

  【Mumei】: "Come on! Continue to pretend!"

  【Blood Jade】: "Dear, aren't you very good at jumping?"

  【Tabai】: "Hey! I've brought all the cement, [Bury Love] Mengde, won't you continue to dance?"

  【Free Blue Bird】: "Hahaha! I didn't expect that the first time I died in love was with Archimonde."

  【The Whiteness of the Four Saints】: "Get out of here! Disgusting!"

   Others can't understand, what kind of spirit is this - even in the face of death, he can still talk and laugh.

  On the outskirts of the mountaintop plain, I don’t know how many night elf warriors gathered around, holding hands, silently watching their elf compatriots and those humans sacrifice themselves and complete the redemption of this world.

  I don't know when, the arrogant and independent night elves developed a great impression of the human-led alliance.

  Perhaps, this is the feeling of heart to heart.

  Perhaps, this is the meaning of sacrifice.

   This is a tribal hero who only sweats and works hard and cannot give them the feeling.

   "Boom!" The explosion became more intense.

   From the very beginning, to the huge ball of light at the end, it was so dazzling that the existence below could not be seen directly.

   It took five minutes for this shocking explosion to end with the last deafening bang.

   The gun smoke dissipated, and the halo receded.

   In the eyes of the world, in addition to Archimonde's huge skeleton frame, there is also a half-remained World Tree.

   "Goddess Elune is on top! World Tree... Nordrassil it... It's saved!" Tyrande couldn't hold back, and tears flowed like a dam in an instant.

   Although the breath is weak, it may even take thousands of years to recover, but Nordrassil finally defied its original destiny and survived tenaciously.

   (end of this chapter)