Vol 2 Chapter 794: : Old Dominator

The fierce fighting at the entrance of the hall continued.
Oh, to make a digression, the bloodthirsty Thork was finally tamed.
The hunter brothers who rebelled against the Allied forces swarmed up, showing their magical powers, and finally assisted the elf hunter girl to tame the giant dinosaur.
The elf girl looked at her new pet, her long ears were drooping, and her face was reluctant and confused. Where would you put this thing in the future? There is no such large beast stall in the night empire, there is. . Where to go to prepare the daily ration for him.
As for the little Elvin lamb, he stood still more trembling with confusion among the hunter brothers, who were debating who the war sheep should belong to.
"Give me! I will armor him, and I will install a flame booster for him!"
"No, this is mine. I will ask the witch doctor to infuse this sheep with the power of God Loa!"
The hunter buddies were arguing for an Alvin sheep behind the position, and in front of the position they continued to make a mess.
The eight mantis demon ancient heroes form a formation with both offense and defense in a tacit understanding, exerting their unique abilities.
The rebels are of course worthy, and they can be mixed up as leaders. Naturally, each of them also has their own aspects and abilities at the top.
Thrall, the plate armoured three shaman, cheated again. He temporarily came up as a recovery shaman priest, inserted a restorative healing totem in one place, holding up the hammer of destruction, and immediately healed after the ally Chain and restore rapids.
Coupled with the identity of the earth's guardian, the earth shield released by Thrall is more than dozens of times more durable and defensive than ordinary shaman.
It's hard enough to fight against these big brothers, and even more terrible is that the ancient heroes of the mantis demon have accidentally triggered the hidden plot that led to their destruction.
Blood seeker Skir inadvertently discovered a hidden believer of the ancient Cthulhu while trying to attack the rebel army mage regiment. These believers are all over the world, without revealing their identities, tempting Cthulhu more New believers.
The squad leader who commanded a small group of wizards to wash the ground remotely knew that he couldn't stop the blood-seeker Skill's mortal blow, so he couldn't keep concealing his identity.
"The supreme master, save me and give me the strength to compete with!"
A deep purple twilight energy suddenly spread from the Master Captain's body, and then his chest began to twist, becoming flesh and blood, and a large round eyeball quickly grew out, and looked around the battle situation.
Blood Seeker Skir was in a panic and fear. Although they had always been disdainful and hostile to Titan's dog legs Cthulhu and Yogg-Saron, but if they were right, then only fear Too.
The old ruler Cthulhu, the fierce name of this ancient god, has long been known to the world. The inhuman call of Cthulhu is simply an endless nightmare.
For the mortal race, he is invincible and unspeakable and speechless, and is also recognized as the most special ancient in the world of Azeroth.
Blood Seeker Skir hovered in mid-air, staring blankly at the big eyeball directly facing him. He instantly felt that there were countless crazy thoughts in his mind. This feeling I just want to make myself want to tear my head until it is torn into countless pieces.
His thoughts no longer belong to himself at this moment, and he can no longer control his brain.
Various compulsive crazy thoughts and spiritual cues and illusions caused the blood-seeker Skir to make sharp bursts of howling, and then fell to the ground, as if frantically pounding the ground, or tumbling to the head howl.
The two sides of the fierce battle stopped infrequently, staring at the blood-seeker Skir not far away.
Shaker, the poisonous heart, roared and flew towards his friend. Supreme Lord Korfan immediately wanted to stop him, but it was too late.
Shaker, the poisonous heart, approached his friend and wanted to take him out of the battlefield to the rear, but when a palpitation came, the head turned involuntarily, and directly looked at Cthulhu's eyeball.
As the Mantis demon believes, no mortal race can fight the will of the ancient gods, even the Mantis demon himself.
Shakir also stepped in the footsteps of his friends, rolling wildly on the ground, howling, tearing his head and chest.
The blood seeker Skir was quiet now. Although he still had breathing, he collapsed to the ground like a corpse.
A looming energy body slowly drifted out of the body of the blood seeker Skir, accompanied by a burst of sound as if coming from afar, but also as close to the ear, dissipating in everyone's eyes.
His soul and will have been completely dragged into Cthulhu's call, and he will always be trapped in the extremely mad dark misty forest, looking for the exit that can never be reached.
His body began to weather and dissipate, cutting off the possibility of returning.
And Shaker, the poisonous one, is the next one.
"The Divine Lord doesn't like you, I don't like you either, the pagans of Enzos ... All of you will become my collectibles, my tiny toys ..."
The believer of the Master Squad leader suddenly shouted, and the whole body began to distort extremely, and finally turned into a squirming large piece of meat, and then began to grow rapidly.
The deep purple twilight completely occupied the entire underground hall, as if a whole bottle of ink was spilled on a piece of paper.
Countless spiked tentacles protrude from the twilight energy, dancing wildly, and a round eyeball grows on the top of some tentacles.
"Give your soul in the Twilight Trial ... forever immersed in the fear of old memories until you fall into endless madness ..."
The flesh tentacles began to attack the surrounding mortal creatures. The guards of the chieftain and the mantis soldiers were constantly bound by the flesh tentacles, and then the tentacles retracted violently, with the bound people, disappeared together in the twilight energy Among.
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Although Aggramar has greatly reduced his size, the tens of meters tall body is still huge in the eyes of mortal creatures.
Titan frowned, and he sensed the extremely violent twilight fluctuations in the distant Kalimdor continent, and then continued to delve into the senses carefully, and found that it was Cthulhu's dog leg.
Having accumulated so long social experience in the world of Azeroth, Brother Aggramar is now also a social person, knowing what to do and what not to do, the brainless order of shit!
Leaning his lips, he lowered his head and continued to look at the old walrus brother who was reporting respectfully to himself.
"The boss, let me tell you, the number of walruses born this year is huge!"
Agrama listened a little absent-mindedly. The birth of the walrus man has been heard for more than 7,800 times.
It's real ink! You flesh and blood races!