Stratholme God

   Chapter 934 Free access

   Actually, the IQ of Eredar people is always online, but the population of Eredar people is too small.

   In other words, the absolute value of the Eredars is quite large, and if they are placed in the entire Burning Legion, they are a minority.

   This made Chicken and Egg and Akimonde bald. Even if it was ordered to have three babies, the group of salted fish below would not move. There is no other way but to let the succubus series turn out.

   has worked for 10,000 years, which is deeply embedded in the eredar culture.

   I didn’t expect that, it coincides with the evil gods, which is very spiritual.

   Seeing that the portal was connected, the death squad headed by the Dirty God moved.

   It’s just China Unicom, no movement, no feeling!

   Opposite the portal stood an elderly eredar wizard, and beside him there were several doomsday guards who were commonly known as 'big brother' in the mouths of warlock players.

  With this as the core, there is a circle of shirtless and blue-skinned demon guards outside.

Seeing that the dirty gods came with the blue fat man, the succubus, etc., the wizard Ereda didn't care, but instead focused on the few pieces on the chin of [Junchen Tianya] that were made with the power of the Cthulhu system on the tentacles.

The essence of    is of course different. In the eyes of the wizard, it looks the same. He gave a thumbs up and said in Ereda language: "Brother dei! The cost is good!"

  [Junchen] pushed his crotch and said proudly, "Of course!" He didn't say anything about the second half of the sentence "I'm a man who can rush to everything".

   If it really broke through, the devil should start it.

  The funny thing is, I don't know if it's because everyone is in GHS, anyway, when I see those succubuses in belts and tortoise shells beside the dirty god, they will smile and wave their hands and let them go.

   "Report, right? Those tiny human alliances are doing something. The adults are very busy. Go over by yourself."

"Um."

   A line of tridents, together with succubus, demon guards and other younger brothers, totaling more than 200, swaggered into the interior of Team Fortress.

   Along the way, many guards glanced at them, but no one doubted them.

  Occasionally someone asked, [Chu Jiayun] replied: "We have something to report to the boss."

  Who is the boss?

  The boss is not the boss.

   Do you really expect sand sculpture players to remember the name of the boss in every small place?

   came to the seventh floor, in a small mountain col, they were finally stopped.

  An eredar wizard raised his hand: "Master Yovaan is busy, you wait here."

   A group of sand sculptures looked around, thinking, this broken place can be seen at a glance. There are a lot of guards, and they are all placed on the bright side. It doesn't look like there is any curtain. There are three hundred knife and axemen behind it.

   Just twenty meters away, a rather tall Eredar Commander was kneeling on one knee.

   Maybe it's because the fel pie is too much, the eredar demons are much taller than the draenei these days.

   The guy who should be [Death Messenger Yovaan] is 10 meters tall and has wonderful red skin all over his body. He is eager to learn, so he just learns Archimonde's suit. He wears shoulder armors, belts and calf armors all over his body. His torso and thighs are completely exposed, full of philosophical atmosphere.

  【Jun Muqi】This guy still has the guts to hum: "Understanding Billy is bending."

   Yovaan talks to the eredar in a Legion version of the magic mirror. The kind of three-dimensional stereo projection is high-end and atmospheric at first glance. He was talking to [Warbringer La Thorne].

  By the way, since Yovaan's loud conspiracy is really too low, about 120 decibels, the sand sculpture players who are far away can hear it clearly.

   Forget it, this is a synchronous live broadcast at the throne meeting!

   The first-level translator, Veilen, who is proficient in Ereda, will perform simultaneous interpretation, and the boss of the alliance feels a little embarrassed.

   This is so smooth for him, it seems to be fake.

  Yovaan: "Everything is ready, Warbringer."

  La Thorne: "It's almost time for the total attack on the Dark Temple. You get those **** humans first. Hurry up! Send out all the hellfires."

   "This... we may be vulnerable to counterattacks."

   "Don't worry, I've increased the output of the Death Forge, and you'll have enough hellfire. Don't let me down, Yovaan. Strike at 3am tonight! Human artillery hits will drop at night."

   "Follow the teachings, war messenger!"

   The two sides have a connection, and even the specific time and place are available.

   This kind of undefended situation is as easy and comfortable as the ugly country installs a bug in the prime minister's office of its European allies.

During the    Throne Meeting, Tyrande laughed dumbly: "So rash and defenseless..."

  Old Jean touched his chin: "Actually, the most difficult part is to hide the perception of the place. The profession of warlock... is quite interesting."

  Although the alliance publicly accepts warlock professionals, in fact, everyone has guarded the warlocks for hundreds of millions of hands.

   This operation of the Defiled God Warlock can be regarded as opening the door to a new world for them.

   Then, the Dirty God walked over to report to Yovaan, nothing more than saying that Auchindoun was recaptured. Yovaan was not in the mood to listen to the nonsense of these miscellaneous fish ereda wizards, and waved his hand: "Go away, go and help prepare hellfire."

   "Uh, well, I will follow your will!" A group of filthy gods followed the donkey down the hill.

   Not long after, the league leaders saw a scene that shocked them through the live broadcast.

   It was a huge platform the size of 30 football fields. On the platform, there were roughly 3,000 Hellfires standing there stiffly, arranged in a square array.

   They were so numerous that even the platforms were full, and a considerable part of the hellfire had to be placed on the slopes on the side of the mountain.

   It can be clearly seen that a large number of eredar wizards are busy at this time, activating the fel energy in the magic circle and injecting it into every hellfire stone man.

   A moment ago, the hellfire was just a pure stone shelf. After it was filled with green fel energy, it immediately became ashes and murderous.

   Along the horizon of the [Mage's Eye], it looks like an endless feeling.

   These are not three thousand pigs, but three thousand hellfires! If there are not enough heavy weapons to fight against, these elemental monsters can destroy a single line of defense of the alliance.

   Put it in the battle of the Dark Portal, and don't even want to stop any hellfire without losing the lives of ten or eight high-level mages.

   I'm afraid that all the equipment and weapons that the Burning Legion has hoarded in Outland for so long are here.

How to do?

  The most urgent is Varian. Once the Alliance Expeditionary Force can't hold this terrifying Hellfire army, the first unlucky one is Stormwind Kingdom!

McDonald tapped his temple with his index finger, pretending to be thinking, and then turned his head: "Your Excellency Ronin, His Highness Proudmoore, Kael'thas, I feel that the magic circle in the center of the screen is the master control. Is it possible for us to By blowing up this magic circle, the effect of destroying all hellfires is achieved?"

   The three great masters and sisters stared at each other, looked at each other, and nodded in unison.

"it should be OK."

   (end of this chapter)