Stratholme God

Chapter 201 Never Empty (1 more)
Use warrior heroes as bait to deceive the strong human beings, and then send the sword master.

This is not a classic...

Come!
cheat!
Come!
Sneak attack! ?
If you treat me, a 16-year-old 'old' comrade like this, won't your conscience ache?

These days...

Those who appear at other people's gates with an ax openly and aboveboard are called [Assassins]!
The one who sneakily stabs the chrysanthemum of the enemy general with a great sword is called a [Sword Master]!
Ugh!
The world is down!

Moral bankruptcy!

Whoa, whoa, far away!

When Valeera held two Juggernauts who appeared suddenly with one enemy two, McDonnell launched a [space walk] and dodged aside without thinking about it.

Juggernauts and the like are all old Asses, fully automatic pathfinding, oh, butt-seeking!

Almost at the same time as McDonald dodged away, a two-meter-long machete flashed out from the illusion.

The cold blade just slashed across McDonald's forehead, but didn't even cut a single hair.

Everyone around was stunned, only McDonald stared at him with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

The four eyes faced each other, and their black and white pupils had the same killing intent.

It was a green-skinned swordsman with a circle of 'Prayer Beads' around his neck, with a naked upper body, typical brotherly muscles, a white beard and a white single ponytail.

"Oh? Samuro? You want to sneak attack me just because of your 【Sea God Needle】?"

It's just a machete, how dare you say it's a sword?
In the world of Azeroth, the door-sized [Ashbringer] is called a sword!

you--

Not enough!
……

The visitor is none other than the famous Burning Sword Saint Samuro!
He was surprised by McDonald's astonishing reaction speed, and what made him even more horrified was that he was actually told the truth.

Shock is shock!
Hands-on skills are unambiguous!

A set of three consecutive [Cleave] cuts, and the weaker opponent will lie dead on the spot.

McDonnell's [spacewalk] is still going on, the seemingly slow steps forward, making his figure look like a ghost, retreating gracefully, and "slowly" drawing his sword out of its sheath while retreating in a space less than one meter away , and even the [Power Word * Shield] that Liadrin set up for him in the first place didn't consume it.

But if Samuro's blade hits the shield, at least the energy of the shield will be consumed.

But it didn't!

McDonald's calm demeanor in the face of danger made the guards next to him join the UC shock department.

Is this McDonald's really good eyesight, dodging every sword master's sword?

fart!

It's purely this guy's [Fengshen Jibu] skills fully activated!Based on the mentality of hiding if you can, and redeeming your life with skills if you can't, you have this leeway in your face.

Of course, from the perspective of others, this is the absolute confidence of the top powerhouse!
Samuro was almost stunned.

However, it is the old Juggernaut anyway.

If the sneak attack fails, attack immediately.

The target of his attack is of course the nanny!
Team battles can be lost, but the nanny must die!
Priests like humans should be very fragile. He killed a lot in the Stormwind Kingdom.Although they can heal their own wounds, they are essentially big crispy skins.

What about the staff?
Can a staff withstand the onslaught of a broadsword in melee?

No one expected that Liadrin pulled out a big baby from her forked legs!
Cough!

Do not misunderstand!
Liadrin's parents were killed by trolls since she was a child, and she wanted revenge. Although the way of the Holy Light played smoothly, as a long-lived elf, it is normal to learn some swordsmanship.

It's as normal as someone playing football with a wrench on the pitch.

Talking about class restrictions with heroes in the world of Azeroth is bullshit!
Which hero doesn't bring three or five job transfer books with him when he goes out?
Liadrin pulled the edge of the robe at the line of her right thigh, and McDonnell discovered that her priest's robe had secretly opened a high slit like a cheongsam, which was usually buttoned up with a button, and it fell off as soon as she pulled it.

While she was showing her long snow-white legs, she also had a strap with a scabbard inside.

The speed of the [Sword Drawing Technique] was so fast that both the enemy and the enemy were stunned at the same time. It was clearly an old swordsman who had practiced for an unknown number of years.

McDonnell can fully imagine that if he uses his strength and insists on "carrying it on his shoulders with two white legs", the end will definitely be "a bloody egg blooming".

Seeing that Liadrin used the dagger to "clank" against Samuro's broadsword for several rounds in one breath, and also relied on the first blow to unexpectedly close the distance, forcing Samuro to stand at a distance from each other. Playing close combat at a distance of one meter, he overwhelmed Samuro in momentum.

It's amazing!

However, that's the end of it.

Juggernaut is something like this, if you can't beat it, you'll just play tricks.

It was as if the special skills of [Beichen One-Sword Style] were [Quickly Draw the Gun] and [It's Noon], when Samuro's momentum suddenly increased, Liadrin suddenly felt a big hand behind her grabbing her shoulder.

"Ah! McDang...you..." Before Liadrin could finish speaking, a few Samuros suddenly appeared in front of her, and they swung their big knives and chopped her down.

As expected, it was [mirror image]!
McDonnell can recite the tricks of the cheap sage.

First rely on [Wind Walk] to sneak, use the [Fatal Strike] brought by the backstab to increase the critical strike damage, see if you can kill the enemy in a second, if it is less than a second, use the [Mirror Image] to entangle, if not, use the [Slut] at close range Storm] cheating.

However, maybe because he felt that McDonnell was watching from the sidelines, or that the last time Dahl's triple blood blade was shot to warn Samuro when he used [Slut Storm], the sword master didn't immediately use his big move.

However, the surprise of [Mirror Image] is quite scary.

One-on-one, Liadrin claims to be worthy of Samuro, but in 1vs4, there is a lot of trouble.

The top sword master can train his [mirror image] to have independent movements, own attack power and vitality.

McDonnell pulled, and at the same time, Liadrin felt a golden light flash behind her, and four large knives had been chopped on the shield made of a ton of gold.

"Dang—" After four clanging sounds in no particular order, four criss-crossing and shocking knife marks were left on the slightly soft gold nugget.

In the next moment, a storm of gold coins came!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa—"

The unreasonable full-screen rain of gold coins is completely cheating.

Not to mention three avatars, you can still beat up a hundred more.

Samuro struggled to control his mirror image, but it wasn't him after all.One person is distracted to control three additional horizons and three bodies at the same time, and deal with over a hundred gold coins that are shot at by electric fire, which is embarrassing him 'fat tiger'.

One face-to-face, all clones are wiped out.

Samuro backed off.

"Want to leave!?" McDonnell sneered, and his thin body suddenly burst out with an astonishing aura like a dragon swooping down.

"Crack!" When his first foot smashed the cement brick under his feet, Samuro realized that something was wrong.

【Slut Storm】Impossible!

Use is death!

Former chiefs have proven it with their lives.

McDonnell never expected that Samuro, a bitch, would have the ability to make a [Windwalk] disappear from his perception the moment [God of War Charge] was successfully launched.

The system prompts: [War God's charge must never go empty, the target range has spread to 300 yards, and the target within this range that is the most threatening to the host is being determined... a new target is being locked for you—Garrosh* Hellscream! 】

Under the horrified gaze of Liadrin and the others, McDonnell turned a corner halfway through his charge, swooped down from the high bunker, and crashed into the brainless roar who had just entered the bunker.

　The temperature plummeted, and the author fell ill with a double cold yesterday.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)