Stratholme God

Chapter 1251 Heavy anti-aircraft gun

Macdonald asked a question.

Too bad his innocent look couldn't fool Nozdormu.

"Look at the good things you and your subordinates have done. If it weren't for the star soul protecting you, you would have been the enemy of the bronze dragon." Nozdormu said, making the red and green dragon kings look at McDonald's eyes strangely. weird.

Actor Mai stopped acting, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "At least the planet Azeroth is better than before, isn't it?"

Nozdormu: "..."

What is confidence?

This is nothing to fear!
Hey hey!I just like your 'I'm upset and I have to rely on me' feeling.

A riddle dragon, Nozdormu was never one to talk.

After making a candidate, he stopped talking.

McDonnell actually considered, if the two idiots were allowed to return to the War of the Ancients, would there be any troubles.However, Nozdormu didn't let go after biting him to death, and someone like Mai couldn't do anything about it.

Contributing to the world, two people and one dragon are obligatory.

"Brother, is there anything I should pay attention to?" The second idiot quietly asked MacDonald.

"Uh, don't do unnecessary things."

"E.g?"

McDonnell glanced at Maiev and Tyrande, and sighed: "If you show mercy 1 years ago, you will still have to pay the bill [-] years later. At that time, the sea of ​​love will be in waves. After returning to this point in time, a female elf will come and follow you." Your Dragon Lady will fight to the death, who will you help?"

The second idiot felt the eyes of his [Dream Weaver] Long Niang, suddenly trembled, and said from his heart: "I am very specific, different from you, big brother."

For some reason, Macdonald suddenly wanted to fuck Alsace.

This kid can't speak since he was a child.If you don’t know how to say it, you’ll just “speak”——

Looking at McDonald's twitching eyebrows and facial muscles, Ersha slid as fast as he could.

The so-called instructions are just three words: don't mess around.

At this point, Nozdormu felt that the second fool was a hundred times better than someone.

After Nozdormu took the three heroes away for the time being, Alexstrasza ordered: "We must save our stamina and energy to deal with [Dragon Soul]. Then, not only must we borrow the power of the Alliance for the outer defense, we must also Temporarily borrow Onyxia to take over the duties of the guardian dragon of the earth."

"Yes." McDonald nodded, everything was expected.

In this life, there is no such thing as a world.It is also natural for several dragon kings to play the [Dragon Soul] copy, come to an 'Internet Cafe' for five consecutive seats, and give priority to choosing the black dragon princess who has been whitewashed.

It turns out that in history, let Thrall be on top, that would be outrageous.

After all, with four dragons and one orc, whether the output is even and harmonious requires a big question mark.

Now that Oni is here, even if she and Kalecgos are a bit of a stranger, it is actually acceptable.

McDonnell gently pushed the human-shaped Onyxia over. She took two steps and suddenly looked back.Instead of looking at McDonnell, she looked at the huge elf girl group behind him.

She suddenly showed a meaningful smile.

McDonnell had a bad feeling: "Wait, Oni, don't make trouble."

"Troubleshooting? Of course not! My old man who wants to destroy the world will not die, but we will be the ones who die." After some discerning words, the Red Dragon Queen nodded silently.

However, for some reason, the smile of the black dragon princess gave McDonald a sly feeling, always feeling that she was hiding some tricks.

In terms of major interests, the two sides are absolutely consistent.

I don't know what tricks she wants to do.

If it was said that riding a dragon at first was just for the sense of conquest and accomplishment, after the excitement passed, he accepted this strange mount from the bottom of his heart.It's just that kind of elusive feeling that makes McDonald a little annoyed.

It's a pity that there is no time to torture this female dragon who has some bad water in her stomach.

Don't talk about this.

Now that the negotiation is settled, the battle must be directed by McDonald himself.

After the five-color giant dragons concentrated their main forces in the Dragon's Rest Temple, as expected, those evil dragons came to kill them ostentatiously.

The cold wind swept across the dry and cracked ice field of the Dragonbone Wilderness, accompanied by the strong wind from the dragons, the sparse grass and trees on the ice field swayed rustlingly, as if in fear, they bent down to face the cruel and harsh army. The army bowed its head and surrendered.

Gunner Willie doesn't feel like he's doing anything different than before, even though he's in a position of power now.

fire!fire!Still firing!
This is his whole life.

He stretched out his rough palm to catch the fine snowflakes that would fall on Dragonblight even in the height of summer.

He raised his head, with a cold light in his eyes.

The blue sea-like eyes reflected the entire southern sky of Northrend.

The picturesque beauty of Snow Country in the eyes of others, in his eyes, is just a picture full of coordinate parameters of gunnery.

The excellent maritime radar gave him more time to set up, and the rumble of cannons in the distance represented that the powerful Stratholme fleet had fired on both wings, intercepting and delaying this huge group of dragons.

The time bought by the navy allowed Willie to arrange artillery formations one by one calmly.

The rigorous artillery formations covering each other are like an invisible giant gate, stretching across the end of the Northrend land.

Willie was very satisfied with the efficiency of these elite gunners.

After the ready report came from below, Willie waited patiently for half an hour before he saw those purple-red light spots appearing from the junction of sea and sky.

Staring at the artillery mirror, carefully telemetry the distance, wind direction and other data, Willy reported the number.

He waved his big hand forward.

Immediately—

The earth is shaking!

The sky-shattering roar of the seaside artillery salvo startled the five-color giant dragons that were [-] kilometers away to the north, surrounded the Dragon Rest Temple, and floated in the sky.

In the sky above the sea, the Twilight Dragon rushing forward seemed to smash eggs into an invisible wall, shattering in all directions in an instant.

The elemental cannonball exploded with a loud bang, and the sound wave formed a ring-shaped shock wave centered on the impact point, sweeping away in all directions, and the huge sound wave suddenly drowned out all the proud noises of the Twilight Dragons.

Looking at it from a distance, among the densely packed locust swarms of dragons, a gorgeous golden light rain erupted.

The light and rain in the sky combined the elements of holy light, frost and wind, and they urged the broken shrapnel to move forward in all directions.

When the shrapnel hits the dragon's wings, the dragon's wings will be pierced; if it hits the dragon's scales, the dragon's scales will be broken;

Hundreds of Twilight Dragons who were in the vanguard fell down, howling and screaming.

And after the first volley of destruction, the flying debris is taken over by a world where everything freezes...

This scene has also become the representative work of a certain war reporter who will become a well-known painter after retiring in the future [The End of the Twilight Dragon].

This is the power of the flak40 128mm large-caliber heavy anti-aircraft gun!
(End of this chapter)