Stratholme God

   Chapter 852 "The Advantage is Me" (2 more)

  The last moment, Patchwick slashed the entire front row of the hero group in one go, with a knife and a knife, arrogant and arrogant, and the word "invincible" was written all over the deformed little head.

   The next moment, all the fierce arrogance disappeared in an instant, the seemingly ridiculous huge twisted figure seemed to have been pressed for a rest, and the whole body trembled due to the inexplicable electric shock.

   "Ho! Funny little trick!" The 'Succubus' beside Farina giggled.

   Another 'succubus' said: "As expected, the master's friend is also very powerful!"

   McDonald's [Polarity Conversion] is definitely not as powerful as Tardius. The simplest difference is that Tardius uses his entire body as a rechargeable battery and keeps it in the charger for a long time.

   McDonald's is just a cameo [Master of the Wind], and he doesn't even know that his combat profession is a shaman? Is it a warrior? Or thieves?

  It doesn't matter anymore.

   In the eyes of those strong with elemental senses, Patchwick's body is as wonderful as the election map of the ugly country, one red and one blue.

  When red and blue are irreconcilable, "Boom!", it exploded!

   This is like a derailed locomotive that suddenly stopped its forward rush.

  The five seconds that McDonald's won for the Heroes is absolutely precious.

   This is enough for the warrior hero who flew out to switch fighting stance in the air, and rush over again with a gorgeous [Intercept]...

   Enough for Magni to complete the 'inflation' and become a big dwarf who is big enough and hard enough...

   Enough to make Uther, the strongest screw in the league, climb out of the ground...

   Enough to…

   It's just that, Patchwick can become a real **** of war, killing special kills in the League of Heroes.

   Even if it really chops up one or two third-tier heroes, it is enough to be recorded in the history books of the alliance, so that a certain hero really becomes history, turned into a statue, and enshrined in places such as the Chapel of Holy Light.

   "Sorry, sometimes...the world is just a short distance away!" McDonald's summed it up beautifully.

   The dazzling thunder light on his body dimmed, and the violent wind element began to gather and calm down.

   Fighting alone like Patchwick also consumed a lot of stamina for McDonald's.

   He can keep fighting.

   Yes, but not necessary.

The flow of    time seems to be reduced to the point of slow motion.

   The roaring crowd around him, and the light that burst out when the elements flashed, couldn't affect McDonald's.

His brain is empty, he is like the most brilliant orchestra conductor, the delicate baton in his hand has already drawn the last gesture, as to whether the musicians below perform perfectly and play the last and most beautiful note, It is not the responsibility of the conductor.

  The heroes of the Alliance who have regained their mentality have not given any chance to Patchwick, who has lost his legs.

Mages and warlocks bombarded, rangers pulled their bowstrings rhythmically as if they were playing a harp, epic muskets roared, and brave thieves even rushed to Patchwick's meat mountain with sharp daggers Its abomination sutures...

  The huge hatred is like a crumbling mountain, and anyone can dig a piece out of it.

   "Rest in peace--" Uther swung [Ashbringer] vigorously, and a gorgeous golden arc of light cut off Pachwick's arm with a kitchen knife that had been cut in half by the thieves.

   "Play with me!" Patchwick's shout was no longer joking, but a sympathetic lament.

   In the third minute of the heroes' full attack, Patchwick went berserk.

   Only a small half of the upper body is left, and the body tissue that can be directly controlled is about the size of a T-34 tank.

   This big meatball turned crimson red, showing strong toughness and attacking tendencies.

  Sorry, more like a ridiculous incompetent rage.

   After another half-minute fight, the battlefield finally calmed down.

"It's over?" Magni, who had suffered a loss, hit [War Trample] again, and found that the group of minced meat on the opposite side, which could no longer be called Patchwick, was really motionless, and he breathed a sigh of relief. .

   "It's hard work, Your Majesty Bronzebeard, change back." McDonald's announcement undoubtedly made the tense nerves of the heroes finally relax.

   "Hooray!"

"Great!"

   "Hoo! It's not easy!"

   "Aren't you hurt?"

"small issue."

  The heroes congratulated each other.

  In the warm atmosphere, the trident teasers burst into tears.

  【Nine-year compulsory quality education】: "Brother, how do you feel when you look at them?"

  【I'm still Brother Jian】: "Don't say anything, maybe this is youth!"

   This is the first time that the heroes of the Alliance have faced such a powerful enemy. However, many of the elite operators are old players of "Warcraft" themselves, and they have long since threw up their dungeons.

  The next thing, it becomes quite stereotyped.

   Some trident soldiers pretended to take the elites of the Second Army of Stratholme to continue to go deep into the structure area, explore the way and clean up the remaining enemies.

  The loss of the bottom boss Tardius in the tectonic area does not mean that the mobs in it are automatically killed.

   Even if the tectonic zone falls on a neutral ground like Taurazu, the plague cannot be allowed to spread.

  Once you encounter a difficult elite or rare elite undead, you still need a third-tier hero to help clean up.

   is just the main force of the League of Heroes, and begins to enter the rest mode.

  No one knows, in fact, at this moment, a fierce debate broke out in the Icecrown Fortress, which is thousands of miles away.

Marduk, the former black sword, was excluded from Terenas's soul by Ner'zhul, and now the half-dead death knight is aggressively asking the Bloody Queen Lannathel: "Why let the valuable combat power of the Scourge be lost. In Kalimdor!? Patchwick and Grobrus are the property of His Majesty the Lich King."

   "Oh? Are you talking about those ugly and useless things?" Lanna Thiel looked disdainful.

   "They at least...killed one Horde hero."

   "Oh? A hero of that level?"

  Lanather raised her head arrogantly, and Marduk could clearly see her nostrils. He resisted the anger in his heart: "Draanosh Saurfang's power is beyond doubt, he is no worse than any death knight leader in Icecrown Citadel."

   "That's it." Lanna Thur started to paint her nails, and she obviously lost her patience.

   This is partisanship.

When    Lao Taizi or Kel'Thuzad were around, the undead of human origin undoubtedly occupied the absolute dominance of Icecrown Citadel.

   Once these two are absent, the undead born of elves will naturally raise their heads, and their arrogance engraved in the depths of their souls will undoubtedly appear.

Lanather interrupted Marduk's persuasion mercilessly: "First of all, the advantage is on our side. No matter what, according to what you said, there are millions of elite-level undead, and the other side only has tens of thousands of humans. You can't win this, all you can say is that what's left in the tectonic zone is trash. There's no saving value."

   Marduk was at a loss for words.

   (end of this chapter)