Stratholme God

Chapter 1265 Atmosphere Group

For a moment, Mai was really a little panicked.

This is Deathwing who does good things!
He bullied the daughter of Zhiyi's family for so long, and occasionally forced the crying Oni to call her father, which may be a bit of retribution.

For example, who gave birth to a son without prying eyes, or who pretended to be a warlock who only produced a small German when touching the corpse...

This Mai so-and-so is really so scared.

But ah, the system prompt came.

[Deathwing Neltharion attempted to curse the host with an unknown fate-type spell... Drip!Since the host's surname is Mai, not Stratholme, the curse target failed.The curse cannot pass the judgment, and it is backlashing the caster...]

[Nesarion cursed that the host's children will be slaves for life. Due to the backlash of the curse, fate is locking on his children Lathion and Onyxia...the locking is successful! 】

Ah this...

McDonnell's cheek muscles twitched. He thought that this fantasy world would be outrageous, but he didn't expect it to be so outrageous.It's been a long time since he's been in touch with anything in the Destiny system. Ever since he stole Alsace's Destiny breath and became [Children of the World], it's been a long time since he has encountered such a thing.

McDonnell glanced at Wrathion hovering high in the air behind him, and then at Onyxia under his crotch. There was a faint golden collar around the necks of the two black dragons that only he could see. Two mysterious chains extend from the collar and are tied to McDonald's left hand.

McDonnell: ? ? ?

At this moment, Neltharion, who was so big that he could only be friends with Galakrond, began to explode continuously, and a large amount of hot magma-like dragon blood burst out, as if in the entire Tiragarde Strait. It rained blood.

As if he was about to throw himself into the sea, Zhiyi's body, whose upper body was blown to nothing, just slid slowly into the strait...

"Is it over?" Jaina's eyes were tearful and confused.

"How is it possible!" MacDonald complained.

Even if it wasn't the maelstrom, would N'Zoth let such a good pawn belch like this?
If you look at chess, other players have kings, queens, knights, and chariots, but their wings are the top existence of spades in a cross-section.

En Zuosi also counted on Brother Nazhiyi to teach Ai Xing, a disobedient little girl.

McDonnell raised his antler sword in a demonstration, and a thunderbolt fell from the sky.

"boom!"

The thick lightning with a diameter of ten meters is like a spoon scooping out a piece of jelly. It easily evaporates the water body in the strait that is about ten meters deep and has an area the size of two football fields. in the viewer's field of vision.

"Fuck!" The sand sculpture players collectively cursed.

A few seconds ago, I felt that Deathwing was about to go back to the bottom of the sea and run back to N'Zoth, the nurse.

In the next second, I saw that this guy learned from Superman and ran to a place where others could not see.

Take a look, what kind of dragon is this?

Sure enough, the dragon is too big to be serious.

Just like after Galakrond ate other proto-dragons, the surface of the skin was covered with the victim's dragon claws and tails and other limbs-the final stage of Deathwing, with thick tentacles of flames coming out of his body.These huge tentacles, which can easily be hugged by ten people, twisted and twisted non-stop, and every time they shook, large pieces of volcanic ash and the like fell down.

Except for the ecstasy expressed by dirty gods like "Freedom Blue Bird", most of the audience's impressions are very bad.

"What is he?" Jaina slumped on the dragon's back like a duck.

No one knows the psychological shadow area of ​​this princess of Kul Tiras.

So uncomfortable.

After finally having the opportunity to see his hometown again, Deathwing ended up playing a second stage transformation in the capital of Kul Tiras.

It's so dark!

In the middle of the strait, the sea water boils like boiling preserved egg and lean meat porridge under ultra-high temperature heating.Deathwing's shed body parts and the unlucky fish affected made the Strait unsightly.

The next moment, a black shadow that was too big to have friends protruded from the strait, mixed with a large amount of sea water, and just pressed onto a modern shipyard on the shore.

That black shadow is indeed a claw of Deathwing!

too big.

Just a random nail on the paw is as tall as three people.

The shipyard, five stories high and the size of three football fields side by side, collapsed.The twisted iron roof and broken bricks and stones are like giants moaning in pain.

It wasn't until this time that Jaina saw that many green figures in the shipyard became fleeing mice, and they came out of the ruins one after another.

Jaina was completely numb.

The homeland has been defiled by trolls, and Deathwing has another turn.

If this wasn't the hometown where she was born and raised, she would probably have sighed in her heart: I can't take this shitty place.

Deathwing's roar resounded through the three islands of Kul Tiras:

"You think this kills me? Bah! You haven't done anything - I'm going to rip your world apart!"

With the domineering declaration of return, Deathwing, the inflatable dragon, doubled in size again, and the five dragon kings were dumbfounded.

Alexstrasza was in a hurry, and shouted at someone: "No! We must accumulate strength and give him another [Dragon Soul]. Please buy us time... If possible, on him Make a hole in a vital place."

McDonnell still looked calm and shrugged: "Okay!"

With a small jump on Onyxia, she fell from mid-air, and was caught by the new mount Teresa halfway.

Intentionally or unintentionally, he ignored the grief-stricken Jaina, and ordered: "Everyone obeys the order, cut off Deathwing's claws first. Whichever one he dares to stretch out, he will cut it!"

"Oh oh oh!" All the heroes agreed in unison.

It has to be said that Deathwing at this moment is full of momentum.

The half of his body rising out of the sea alone is two to three hundred meters high. With just a random flick of the dragon's tail, the sea gate of the Tiragarde Strait, which represents the Kul Tiran people's sense of security, was easily smashed to pieces.

"Crack!"

What's the difference between that crisp popping sound and a wafer being broken?
On the surface, this is a battle where the strengths of the two sides are seriously asymmetrical. One side of the coalition forces has only "pitifully small" mortals, while the other side is a world-destroying dragon with a body length of more than 500 meters.

"My name is Deathwing! The Destroyer of Destiny! The Terminator of All Things! Unstoppable! Unstoppable! I am the Cataclysm—"

The flames soaring into the sky, the flying sand and rocks all over the strait, the ridiculously large body, the momentum is not blown or black, it is a real "Haren"!
It's a pity, did your old man forget that you were beaten away four times?
Without even being greeted by someone from Mai, thousands of sand sculpture players immediately joined the atmosphere group and shouted in unison:
"Ah yes yes yes!"

(End of this chapter)