Stratholme God

Chapter 1029 All you want is attitude
Since the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago, the relationship between the four-color giant dragon and the black dragon has been very subtle. It cannot be said that you will kill the black dragon when you see it. After all, Neltharion is the only one who jumped back, but generally it is not to be seen.

In addition, the black dragon group is doing trouble all day long, and it is very common to have a fight when they meet.

Onyxia and other black dragons are definitely not happy with dragons of other colors.

Now that he can beat the blue dragon to death in the name of justice, it feels very...fresh!
Justice is impossible, and this does not prevent the black dragons from pretending to be the messengers of justice to kill the blue dragon.

Anyway, the current Blue Dragon King recruits younger brothers regardless of their qualifications and medical records. Whoever is seriously ill will be favored.

Such a blue dragon, no matter how many people die, it will not hurt.

The most hilarious thing is that the blue dragon, whose brain is full of water, chooses to launch a counterattack on a cloudless and sunny day.

In a plateau basin like Coldarra, the field of view is extremely wide at high altitude——

The barrage of countless anti-aircraft shells, coupled with the scene of Wanlong falling, together constitute a magnificent picture.

Against the background of the magic hub emitting blue light waves, the fragments of limbs and blood scattered by the blue dragon seemed to cast a layer of poignant twilight on the main tower of the magic net.

The remaining cannonballs hit the energy mask of the Magic Hub, creating circles of hazy energy waves, like an impressionist oil painting.

The core of this painting is a blue dragon that swoops towards it.

In the War of the Ancients, Malygos' wife died, his direct descendants were almost extinct, and most of the most powerful ancient dragons died.

There are only a handful of ancient dragons with names and surnames.

At this time, the article that came at this time was beyond McDonnell's expectation. The system actually displayed his name as [Skrill].

Playing the league-born McDonnell felt a little strange.

This blue dragon is not invincible. Under the circumstances that the ordinary 88 cannon could not hurt him, he insisted on facing the Flak 128mm cannon fired continuously on the giant anti-aircraft turret. In the bloody situation, he instinctively killed the command tower. side.

A giant dragon more than 30 meters long swooped down against the shells, watching the shells explode on his body, splashing bloody flowers, the feeling was really shocking.

pity……

"That's it!" A flash of magic elements different from the blue dragon's body suddenly appeared on the dragon's back.

That slender yet fierce figure is Maiev!

The heroine of the night elf made a beautiful backstab, and in the next second, the giant dragon, which had been hit by more than a few shells and was riddled with scars, let out a mournful cry.

That is the hymn of death!
That's where the madness ends!
It was a sigh of despair!
In the end, it flapped its tattered wings, and finally at the last second of its life, it clawed and pulled to the outer wall of the air defense control tower.

At that moment, many soldiers were shocked.

In their eyes, the solid outer wall, which could not be broken by a cannon, finally had obvious scars.

A slender crack, one meter deep and fully ten meters long, appeared on the outer wall of the bunker.

In front of the scars exposed by the steel bars, a blue dragon with a broken body became the best background board.

This picture...

"It's really good!" Seeing the image from the magic eye commanding the outside of the bunker, McDonald held a glass of Lemon Cole with ice in a goblet, and raised his glass to the brave and brain-twitching Blue Dragon.

The atmosphere suddenly became elegant.

As the last flying blue object in the sky fell, the entire battlefield finally fell silent.

Lor'themar walked over gracefully, bowed slightly without saying a word, he was on behalf of all the generals and staff, waiting for further instructions from McDonnell.

"Relax! Level [-] alert!" McDonald took a sip of Kuole, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Aren't you worried about Malygos jumping over the wall?" Alleria asked.

"Since he is said to be a 'dog', as a dog, if the kennel is not demolished, of course he will be a 'dog' in the den." McDonald was so sure that he gave the onlookers a look of "under control", Unparalleled feel.

Onyxia looked up at him, feeling that her master was shrouded in a purple-blue aura called [Fate] and mystery, and even his figure became blurred.

Such a tall Dragon King in her imagination is just a mere plaything in the eyes of the master, who can be killed with a backhand. How can this kind of pride not shake her heart and worship her endlessly?

As expected, Malygos didn't fart.

It seems that so many dragon sons and grandsons died outside, and it has nothing to do with him.

Half a day later, a strange existence wearing a three-point flaming armor came to the battlefield.

The Union engineers were surprised by her existence and cast curious eyes. They were stunned that no one stopped or asked half a word, and when they saw the military police waving their hands in the distance, they all took it as if they couldn't see it.

The humanoid Alexstrasza, with Krasus dressed as a mage, looked around and sighed.

The eyes are full of dragon corpses that have fallen to the ground.

Regardless of whether it was a huge adult blue dragon, a relatively medium young dragon, or a young dragon not much bigger than a dog, they were all once part of Wyrmrest Temple.

It has to be said that it is a great irony that he did not grow up to become a giant dragon soaring in the sky, and did not fulfill the duty of protecting the world, but died here tragically.

In particular, you know that these dragon corpses will also be skinned and boned. The euphemistic name is 'to prevent the corpses from being used by the Scourge to make ice dragons'. In fact, they will be made into special loot. See these azure scales on the front armor of the T-34.

"Hey! Go see McDonnell." The queen ordered, and the younger brother naturally obeyed.

"Yes!" Krasus led the way ahead.

In the end, the leader of the Longmian coalition met the leaders of the alliance at the newly built Fearless Fortress.

On the open space of nearly [-] square meters, the scene is quite interesting.

On one side is a tall, flexible Gundam series mecha.

On one side are three young dragons that snort two snorts from time to time and spray out various elements from their big nostrils.

By the way, the Black Dragon Legion stays next to the mecha troops. These black dragons, which are generally bigger in size, all have malicious intentions. Cough, they are looking hostilely at the juveniles led by a dozen adult dragons. dragon.

When the humanoid Alexstrasza swayed past with one hand on his hip, and only glanced at the black dragon, all the black dragons immediately lowered their heads silently and started counting the ants on the ground.

Stepping inside, at the gate of the military conference hall of this brand-new fortress, the Red Dragon Queen said, "Here I am."

Macdonald smiled slightly: "Welcome, Your Majesty Alexstrasza, and Ms. Chromy."

MacDonald naturally wouldn't ignore the little girl next to the Red Dragon Queen who had turned into a female dwarf.

Chromi, a dragon girl, is quite popular among the players.

"Hello, Sir McDonald Stratholme." Chromie responded quite politely.

The two parties sat on both sides of a long rectangular table with a length of 15 meters.

The Red Dragon Queen got straight to the point: "Dragon Rest Temple is busy dealing with the increasingly rampant demon army in the void battlefield, and can't draw much combat power. What you see now is all we can provide."

"Enough is enough, all the alliance needs is the attitude of Wyrmrest Temple!"

(End of this chapter)