Stratholme God

Chapter 1222

The flame shield around the flame cheetah had just had time to light up, and then it glowed white for an instant, and then shattered.Forget it all, the flame elements that exploded unexpectedly failed to escape Alsace's control, and all the free flame elements were sucked into the Balrog Hammer.

This is the crushing of elemental power ranks!

And Fandral himself was hit by a hammer from mid-air like a cannonball into the hills in the distance.

"Boom!"

A burst of rocks shattered and the hill collapsed.

Before he came, he crawled out of the pile of rubble in embarrassment, and immediately his shoulders ached at the same time.

"Ahhh-"

After screaming, he realized that these two arrows with the power of the stars were shot out from the hands of Tyrande and Shandris.

These two arrows were like two big nails, firmly nailing him to the thick rock wall behind him.

He wanted to struggle, but what awaited him were more stabbing arrows.

"Tu Tu Tu!"

"Puff puff!"

The arrow pierced into the flesh, and under the suppression of the power of the goddess, he couldn't even turn his body into a ball of flames and slip away.

The shoulders, the waist, two elbows and two knees, the whole thing was pinned.

He has completely become the frog who dissects frogs in biology class.

Well, everyone is green!
"Hurry up and save your lord!" I have to say that Fandral has indeed bewitched a large group of druids, even if they become like this ghost, they will never leave.

Nearly a hundred flame druids came out of the lava river, or turned into fire eagles and swooped over, or turned into flaming bears and ran wildly.

Too bad they were doomed!

As soon as a fire eagle transformed from a flame druid took off, it was shot by shells from the Frost Machine, and it fell apart on the spot.

[Ice and Snow Evil Mind] Smirked: "We are professionals in robbing the magic field, don't send it to your amateurs!"

Mecha troops are the strongest barrier. Occasionally, a few of them really master multiple transformations, and they play stealth with fire eagles and leopards. They slip past the mecha defense line, but they can't escape the interception of alliance heroes.They were killed by dark heroes such as Maiev, Sera*Moonguard with their knives, and they were killed with three or five blows.

This is what happens to traitor fans.

"Master Ragnaros! Help me—" Realizing that his younger brother was unreliable, Fandral was on the verge of death, so he didn't care about his face, and cried out to his new master for help.

McDonnell and Tyrande were happy.

Somebody Mai walked over and put his antler sword against Fandral's chin: "Very good! If your new master Ragnaros really has the courage to run out of his flaming toilet to save you, I will let you go temporarily. Let you return to the arms of your new master."

"Really!?" God Fandral actually believed it.

Beside Tyrande's eyebrows were twitching convulsively.

so bad!To kill is to punish the heart!
But... I like it!

McDonnell used [Broken Army Roar] to shout: "I mean what I say, but I don't have much patience, so I count down to dozens. Lager, I know you can hear it. If you want to save your dog, you only need to roar once." Throat, and I'll give you five minutes to get out of that shitty house. Ten...nine...eight..."

Of course, not to mention counting down from ten to zero, even counting down from 9527, you should play dead or you should play dead.

The thinking mode of fire elemental creatures has never been the same as that of mortals.

Would Lager care about such a traitor?
Don't be funny!
But tossing traitors is fun!
Looking at this great traitor who betrayed the interests and secrets of the entire night elves for the sake of his dead son and granddaughter, that Gou Ba Licking Dog's face went from full of hope to the final gloomy despair, I was really relieved.

Seeing that Fandral lowered his head, Tyrande nodded to McDonnell unobtrusively.

McDonnell walked over proudly, raised his antler sword, and pressed it against Fandral's forehead.

Fandral's eyes were full of confusion, and he suddenly smiled bitterly: "Did I do something wrong? Is there any chance for my soul to be redeemed?"

McDonnell raised his eyebrows: "Saving your soul is the business of the Emerald Dream! And my responsibility is to send you to hell!"

After the domineering speech, there was that intoxicating flash of lightning.

Fandral, whose head had turned into a charred and rotten watermelon, collapsed slumped.

Sensing the complex gazes cast by his surroundings, the Stratholme Emperor said: "The Alliance will be highly consistent with the interests of the planet Azeroth. Those who oppose the Alliance, I will guarantee that they will be miserable. Those who mess with the Alliance, even if It is a dying old dog, and there is a high probability that it will enjoy its old age in peace!"

The reactions of all the alliance boys were different.

Funny, Onyxia is obsession and fanaticism.Sunderland is humble obedience.

Black Dragon Prince Wrathion was the most worried. Of course he refused to accept McDonald, but as a black dragon who judged the situation the most, he knew very well that the price of betraying the alliance was too high when the alliance was at its strongest.

Of course, he can brainlessly attribute the strength of the league to the fact that there are too many thugs in the league today.But after understanding the history of the league, you will know that everything was saved by McDonald.

He may have a chance to leave the league in the future, but not now or in the next few years.

All he could do was hibernate, but he was faintly afraid.He knew very well that his unsatisfactory elder sister probably also had the idea of ​​dormancy at the beginning.But if you keep it up, it doesn't look like a black dragon at all.

The collapse of inner persistence and complete surrender, this is what Wrathion fears the most.

Here, the sporadic resistance of the flame druid traitors soon came to an end.

Regardless of whether Tyrande is willing or not, it is necessary to publicize the fate of the traitor within the night elves.

During the war, the way to be merciful is to tell those betrayers that there is no price for betrayal, and more people who are shaken in their hearts will join the ranks of traitors and traitors.

Even if he was as kind as Kael'thas, he couldn't let the archmage Astalo go.

At this time, everyone turned their attention to the crown of the Firelands, the palace of the Balrog Ragnaros.

Alsace smiled: "Yo, that old boy Rag is still showing off. Do you really think he is still the supreme king in the Fire Elemental Realm?"

McDonald curled his lips, noncommittal.

It's just that the second idiot was a little excited: "Brother, do you think my hammer can be upgraded to a higher level?"

McDonald laughed.The second fool is a bit greedy.

As we all know, an artifact without a weapon soul can only be a low-level artifact forever, and only an artifact with a powerful artifact soul can be promoted to a high-level artifact.

McDonnell said: "Don't even think about surrendering Ragnaros. That irritable old man will not surrender even in the face of destruction."

The second idiot's face collapsed on the spot, and his eyeballs moved back and forth on the wind sword, and he knew what he meant without saying it: "Brother, how lucky are you, you met all the lords of cartilage elements."

"It doesn't matter if the elemental lord is disobedient. After destroying Lager, you can destroy its soul and divide it into two artifacts. Re-cultivate a new soul of fire." As soon as McDonald finished speaking, he keenly He felt that the wind sword in his hand shook uncontrollably.

(End of this chapter)