Chapter 1649: Indigenous fierce (second more)
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Stormwind God
- Yu Yunfei
- 1158 characters
- 2021-03-01 09:04:14
Without waiting for Olgalon to blast his little black hole and force the strong men out, everyone had rushed out and rushed up.
Onyxia takes the lead again, but Vasqi's Thunder Magic comes first. When a thunder snake that is as thick as a one-way street hits Olgalon directly, the burst of violent thunderbolt energy The viewer exploded a grin directly.
Until this time, the black dragon princess's slam was perfectly connected, killing directly.
Instead of taking a deep breath like a signboard, she used a trick to flick her tail. The entire dragon body suddenly braked fifteen meters in front of Olgalon, and then the huge tail that was as thick as the temple pillars drawn a golden light arc in the air, and then fiercely Smashed into Olgalon's left neck.
"Woo" Rao has a special constitution, even the body is half-real and half-solid, but under a black dragon mm full of highly concentrated flame elements of the dragon tail sweep also suffered a big loss.
His distorted face because of pain, it is a good interpretation of the sorrow that should have been quite loud in his heart at this moment.
The next moment, his entire body was smashed and flying, and the high-purity flame element that was excited made him look like a huge torch falling from the air.
The light shone on the hall, reflecting the face of every Azerothian strong.
Without giving him a chance to breathe, Sword Emperor Vick Nilas frightened up, slamming Qila's Emperor Sword, which was almost an uppercut, and finally cut a deep hole in his chest.
Seemingly it was an imaginary and useless mouth, but the demon emperor Wicklow, who communicated with the sword emperor's heart, followed closely, and shot a [Shadow Arrow] at the mouth at almost zero distance.
This is a demigod attack!
If calculated based on the level in the game, this is rarely said to be a shadow arrow above level 50. It's not the horrible damage that players at this stage can do.
The Demon Emperor immediately pushed it away with a full blow, and a translucent figure was added to his vacated position-he is indeed Khadgar, the general manager of the magic net under Duke!
Existing as a simple spirit body and breaking through with the spirit body, in the case of no hope of rebirth, Khadgar concentrated on the cultivation, and in the magic net, he had the authority next to Duke. At this time, Khadgar, In terms of strength, they still surpass Jaina and Kael'thas.
Without using any staff or weapon, Khadgar just inserted his illusive arms directly into the big mouth on Olgalon's chest, and the bright purple-blue magic net veins extended from the void, as if a hundred rivers entered the sea. Converging directly on Khadgar's hands, they randomly crashed into Olgalon's body.
"Ahhhhhh!" Olgalon's huge and psychedelic body shivered in the screams: "Asshole native, do you think you will be forgiven for what you did?"
"Forgive !?" Duke's voice rose sharply octave: "We are not wrong, why should we be forgiven! We protect our world while fighting the enemies of the Titans of the Pantheon. I stabbed Sargeras, stabbed Dead Archimonde, seduced Kil'jaeden, along with Titan Cthun and Yogg Saron who wanted to get rid of them but did not dare to do it were overturned by our car! So funny! I just want to ask, we were wrong !where is it!?"
Olgalon was speechless.
At this point, how could he not know that he was wrong?
If Azeroth were a planet with only primitive single-celled creatures, there would be no ‘indigenous’ protest against his destruction of 100 million. Because those creatures that only have instincts for survival, there is no concept of 'world' at all.
Azeroth is not the case. It is a vision with a large number of highly intelligent creatures, and the strength of the strongest has evolved to be comparable to the guardians created by Titan.
As an observer, Olgalon characterizes the planet as a serious pollution that requires purification and destruction based on one-sided data. Ignoring the series of efforts made by the 'indigenous strong men and mortals', this destined him to stand by these On the opposite side of the strong.
Until this fight is over, does he still know that he is going to lose?
Subconsciously, the word 'slipped off' came to mind.
Do it when you think, unfortunately, he can't do it!
"Well! Do you want to leave so quickly? You can leave if you can, please leave a correct evaluation for our planet first."
This is what Duke said, and doing it is another matter.
On his right hand, [Song of Light and Shadow] bursts out the most brilliant golden holy light so far.
Duke's entire person turned into a light vector, and the entire person crashed into Olgalon.
A greater energy shock occurred.
At that moment, the entire observatory, Ulduar, seemed to be darkened.
In the eyes of all the powerful men, there was only a golden mane that was too bright to be seen directly.
The most dazzling golden light ball, centered on Olgalon's right shoulder, suddenly burst out in all directions.
Immediately, the dazzling golden light shrouded everything.
There is no roar of explosion, but there is a phenomenon of deafness that seems to be directly dropped into a vacuum, so this sacred and glorious golden world seems to be quiet at once-
The holy light shock wave swept through everything in the immediate surroundings. The first thing to suffer was the activated star places of Olgalon. These high-energy bodies directly gasified into ash.
Unexpectedly, none of the league's strong players was affected by Jin Guang.
I don't know if Duke's control of power has reached the utmost precision, or whether this light will not hurt them. No one died because of it.
The light gradually dissipated. When everyone's vision returned to normal, they only saw Olgalon lying on his back like a dead dog, and Duke was stepping on Olgalon's chest. The spiral on Duke's right hand The sword stretched out with a long golden light. After the golden light passed through Olgalon's chest, it began to split. A vein like the root of a tree envelops an illusive heart that still beats rhythmically.
"You ... what do you want to do? I'm the observer from the Pantheon ... Ah--"
Everyone saw that Duke squeezed his right hand, and the beam of gold was like a claw. He grabbed Olgalon's illusive heart severely, and made Olgalon's whole body bow.
Duke was righteous, and looking at him looked like a collection of all the great heroes of justice ever since.
It is a pity that what he said was completely different from that: "All of our intelligent creatures in Azeroth respect the Pantheon, but it does not mean that we will accept unfair treatment. We only hope that you modify your report to make it the most true To the Titans. "
All in all, in the magical mirror that emerged from Duke's head, the heroic team's great achievements were played one after another-after the Burning Legion, and the Scourge of the Scourge, ancient evil gods or whatever.