Stratholme God

Chapter 1139 Dirty God?Silly dragons don't even eat it! (2 more)
It is unimaginably difficult for mortals to snatch food from the tiger's mouth.

What's more, in the mouth of the ancient god?
It is often easy to send a rescue team or something, and gourd baby rescues grandpa one by one.

There have been many rescues in history, often ten people were rescued, one was rescued, and most of the rescue team was lost.

But McDonald's had a brain twitch for a while, and he went in with the dirty gods. This is really not a buy one get two free.

First of all, the dirty god will not really die.

Second, the filthy god is called "Goubuli of the Ancient God Realm", a stuff that even dogs don't eat. Maybe there is a miracle?

Third, sacrificing the dirty god will boost your morale!

Is this not?

Seeing that McDonald was willing to sell his own people decisively, the heroes were taken aback on the spot, and then the pilots of their own mechs all burst into laughter.

[Tianyu Zhengzheng]: "Hahaha! The dirty god pollutes Yogg-Saron!"

A group of people laughed wildly, which undoubtedly destroyed the atmosphere of the decisive battle.

The ghosts are there, and the movements of the remaining 60 or so mechas suddenly accelerated, all of them moving gorgeously and swiftly, whether they were flashing around or seizing the fleeting opportunity to counterattack, dealing with the immortal guardians, they were stunned. There is a handy taste.

The filthy gods rushed to the streets, and the elite operatives exploded. Such outrageous things can only be found in Trident.

Here, Tyrande is desperate. Since she failed to react immediately and used the power of the goddess to resist Yogg-Saron from sucking her into her mouth, her heart sank to the deepest part of the endless sea, icy cold of.

It is true that the night elves have joined the alliance. Looking around, did they ever have a real hard-core ally?

The proud night elves wouldn't even join the Alliance if it wasn't for the fight against the Burning Legion.

Different races, different folk customs, and different beliefs are all kinds of barriers that make them incompatible with several mainstream races in the alliance.

In the past, it felt like Stratholme of McDonnell was kneeling and licking the dark elves. With the fall of Nordrassil and the loss of eternal life, now the night elves had to rely more on the support of the alliance.

After McDonnell refused to marry Tyrande under the auspices of Elune, the way to get closer on a personal level was stuck again.

Now that Tyrande was dying, she didn't even expect anyone to save her.

This is the mouth of the ancient evil god!

Calling for help is instinctive at best.

Unbeknownst to him, after receiving Elune's direct connection with the divine voice, McDonnell actually threw in the two dirty gods.

What is this operation?
The two filthy gods didn't seem to notice the fangs of the ancient gods piercing from all directions, but stared at her and drooled. What does this mean?
"Woohoo! It's Grandma Tai who is alive!"

"It's worth it to die with Grandma Tai."

Tyrande only felt that his brain circuit was not on the same channel as these two guys.

At the very critical moment, Tyrande only felt that this big mouth that could devour everything squirmed, as if there was a swallowing movement.

She was fine, maintained by the power of the goddess, an invisible moonlight seeped in through the gaps in the fangs, hanging her body like fishing.The two bitter ones were miserable, and slid down the barbed esophagus.

"Ahhh! Don't!"

"Yeah, yah, Yiku—"

strange sound.

Then there was an even weirder reaction.

There is a silly dragon who is a little dumbfounded. He has eaten countless strange things and enemies in his life, but he has never eaten anything worse.

That feeling is similar to that of humans eating, suddenly eating and eating half a worm.

A worm is not scary, because you can still spit it out.

The worms around your mouth are not scary, because you haven't eaten them yet.

When half a loaf is eaten and the rest is still squirming on your tongue, then hell.

Yogg-Saron can be called the master of the ancient gods. He eats meat and vegetables. No matter how unpalatable ordinary food is, it is still protein. It is not worthy of Yogg-Saron's reaction.Helplessly, the chief and deputy leader of the Dirty God Sect, this is not ordinary at all!

You thought that what Yogg-Saron ate was at most two pieces of unpalatable meat, no, you were wrong, what it tasted were old friends, and another world, a god-level giant whose strength was not inferior to it at all. The strange tragedy reminds the past.

Mind Flayer, Leviathan, Son of Cthulhu, C'Thun...

They all have a strong physique, as well as a high concentration of terrifying mental power.

But in the end...at least some of their limbs became delicacies for these two foul gods.

Now, Yogg-Saron is a little bit overwhelmed!
Time seemed to freeze, and the terrifying mouth that had been chewing suddenly stopped.

This is definitely a good thing for the rescue team of the hero group.

Just as everyone was looking forward to seeing how McDonnell would save Tyrande, a strong gust of wind suddenly blew from the wind sword in McDonnell's hand.

"Face the wind—"

A wind wall passed, and even more... dirty gods were sent flying.

"Fuck!"

"Boss, you sold us!?"

"You actually want to poison Yogg-Saron in shit?"

"Wait, what did you just say, I want to draw a line with you!"

The thinking mode of the dirty god is so chaotic.

Well, here comes the question, if two filthy gods can't choke Yogg-Saron to death, what about a bunch of filthy gods?

No matter how good Yogg-Saron's teeth are, he can't stand when a bunch of mentally chaotic things are forced into its mouth!

People's XP can be very free, at most need to see a doctor.

When some filthy XP reaches the doctor and asks to let it go, it's not uncommon for the ancient god brother to be unable to stand it.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Yougg-Saron suddenly spit out Tyrande a few meters from the front of his throat to his mouth.

At this critical moment, McDonald did not let anyone down, he was tired, and walked in the air with ghostly steps!

An extremely violent thunder snake condensed on the wind sword, twisting thousands of times per second, representing the superposition of wind elements again and again.

When the target of such a violent attack is only a fang of Yogg-Saron, it seems a bit of a fuss.

There was a loud "click", and a fang longer than the barrel of a T-34 was smashed to pieces.

At the same time, a figure flashed in.

Yogg-Saron's reaction was actually fast enough, it closed its mouth subconsciously, and it might succeed if it was someone else.

Following McDonald, Valeera dashed forward, showing off a dance of swords and moons.After the green light blade flashed an unknown number of times within a tenth of a second, another fang was chopped off, revealing a passageway enough for three people to pass through in parallel.

Right at this position, following the route when entering, McDonald took a ghostly moonwalk, and came out holding Tyrande in the posture of a princess.

At the last moment, Yogg-Saron's tongue, which wanted to roll them back, was hit hard by Maiev.

Surprised to find that the mortal hero he most wanted to eat had also been rescued, Yogg-Saron couldn't bear it anymore, and spit out a lot of dirty gods with a "wow".

cough!Is this the legendary filthy gods that even the ancient evil gods can't swallow, let alone dogs?
(End of this chapter)