Stratholme God

Chapter 1205 You Call Him?
"Al'Akir, where are you looking?" McDonnell yelled like thunder in the clear sky, waking Al'Akir suddenly.

It was too late to react, too late!
The lightning that fell from the sky was not only the power of his son's smashing, but also the lightning contained in the antler sword.

Careless!No flash!
At the last moment, Al'Akir also tried to raise the giant sword in his hand to resist the blow.

"Duang!" The second fool's Balrog hammer hit Lengzi fiercely against him.

The berserk flames swept over, making it impossible for him to take care of him at all.

McDonnell fell from the sky with a loud "boom", like a purple arrow, piercing straight into the center of Alakir's eyebrows, piercing through it in an instant, his whole body turned back, and nailed to the platform.

The gust of wind in the center of the battlefield suddenly disappeared.

A vague sigh seemed to flow out of Al'Akir's wide-open mouth.

In the blink of an eye, countless gusts and lightnings shot out from Al'Akir's huge body, tearing his gray gust shell to pieces.

These purest and purest free wind elements did not dissipate in the wall of the sky, but were madly absorbed into two wind swords with parallel blades like hundreds of rivers entering the sea.

In less than three seconds, Al'Akir disappeared.

The huge figure of Sunderland, Prince of the Wind, who was unfamiliar to most of the alliance soldiers, appeared on the platform, replacing Al'Akir.

It's just that this new wind elemental creature didn't show any hostility, and made a very anthropomorphic movement. It pressed its hands on the platform and knelt down to the 'little human' McDonald.

"I, Sunderland, swear by the wall of the sky that I will serve forever and ever to His Majesty the Supreme Emperor McDonald Stratholme."

"I, MacDonald, Emperor of the Stratholme Empire, hereby acknowledge you as my vassal!"

A breath of destiny that was so faint that it was almost imperceptible echoed between the heavens and the earth.

No one knows whether this is the joy of the star soul, or the guidance of the goddess of fate.

Only those who travel through know that relying on McDonald's thigh, Prince Sunderland came to power far earlier than in history.

From then on, there was only Sunderland, Lord of the Wind, and no more Al'Akir's name.

After a simple answer to confirm the status of the monarch and his ministers, McDonald, whose image was infinitely elevated, pulled out his long sword from the ground surrounded by lightning.

The moment he raised the brand-new wind sword high, tens of thousands of alliance soldiers let out loud cheers.

"Ooooh! We won again!"

"Alliance God of War—"

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

right!Victory again!

Under the leadership of McDonald, it seems to have become a routine to win one victory after another and move towards greater brilliance one after another.

Be it the alliance members, the black dragons, or even the newly subdued wind elements around them, their eyes all shone with a strange light of worship.

The largest air force in the history of the alliance broke through the [Sky Wall] in one fell swoop, killed the wind lord Al'Akir, and replaced the wind element lord.

When Sunderland, the new wind lord, swore in the alliance's public magic mirror broadcast with an awkward accent that all the wind elements in the Sky Wall surrendered to Stratholme Emperor MacDonald and merged into the alliance, the entire alliance was boiling .

The people of all countries were too excited to control themselves.

The depression caused by frequent disasters in various places before, the terrifying premonition of this year's agricultural harvest, and the fear caused by the collapse of the earth, all were smashed to pieces after a series of good news came.

Familiar formula, familiar taste.

How strong is the enemy?
Ancient evil god?Demon Commander?Fallen Dragon King?

So what?

Still being overturned by the car!

Regardless of how many wind elemental creatures have been slaughtered, given time, the elite dare not say that eight thousand ordinary wind elemental soldiers can still gather together.

The wind element has changed from a traitor to a loyal minister. While defeating N'Zoth's conspiracy, it is tantamount to completely strengthening the alliance's triangular route between Kalimdor, Northrend and the mainland of the Eastern Kingdom.

All of a sudden, the pattern of the wind element reopened.

Of course, there is a price to pay.

Sunderland has jumped from a mere soul of sword to become a lord of wind elements in one fell swoop, and hemorrhage is inevitable...

The sand sculpture players swaggered at the lasso-like reins and played the Ai version of Red Dead Redemption.

[Second dog]: "Kiss, don't run!"

The sad young dragon of the south wind: "Ah, oh, oh—"

The [Reins of the Young Dragon of the South Wind] in reality is a little more powerful. It represents the absolute control of the Drake of the South Wind as a wind dragon by the higher wind element creatures. This is the law and law.

There is one thing to say, this dragon mount with lightning flashes from its body to its wings is really handsome.

Except for the more than 1000 south wind drakes that were forcibly separated by McDonald Ken and were included in the Alliance Dragoons, the remaining more than 3000 were all divided by sand sculpture players.

Sand sculpture players who can't divide the dragon, even the dragon eggs have been divided...

The funniest thing is that because McDonald came here through the portal, so that he could not die, about half an hour later, the Alliance Air Force with Acherus as the core actually ran into Nelthario who was like a bereaved dog.

Neltharion was annoyed by being left far behind by the Alliance Air Fleet.Many times I wanted to go back and kill those flies, but the opponent was right at all, and even rushed over faster.

After thinking about it for a while, brother Zhiyi is still convinced.

He flew to the vicinity of the sky wall.

In fact, the atmosphere of the battlefield is not right at this time - without the roaring artillery fire of mortals, and without the victims falling from the sky, the battle has probably subsided from a distance.

Neltharion just didn't give up, because he could still feel a powerful wind element creature sitting on the throne of the wind god, so he shouted from a distance: "Al'Akir! We..."

As soon as he finished yelling, he regretted it.

He saw McDonnell standing on a suspended platform, his unfilial daughter bowed her head in the form of a dragon on the right side, and a giant wind elemental creature that was somewhat familiar and strange bowed on the left side of McDonald.

McDonnell caressed the Xinfeng Sword that was shining with thunder in his hand. Even though it was a thousand meters away, the sound amplified by the skill of [Broken Army Roar] still entered Nelthario's dragon ears with the wind.

"Al'Akir? What do you call it?" Macdonald flicked lightly on the tsuba of the wind sword.

"Dang!" The strange sound of wind and thunder spread far away.

Neltharion: "..."

"Does it sound good? A good sound is a good sword!"

McDonald's confident smile fell into Deathwing's long eyes, and he actually looked like the most vicious demon god in the world.

"You..." Finally couldn't help it, Neltharion suddenly spit out a mouthful of magma-like dragon blood from his mouth.

No blows, no black, [Focused Rainbow] This kind of nuclear bomb-level arcane explosion, how can it be so easy to carry.Neltharion just resisted until now.

This scene fell in the eyes of the Alliance people, and it became the Emperor Stratholme spitting blood out of Deathwing's anger.

(End of this chapter)