Stratholme God

Chapter 659 I Want You Naifa To Die Today

There are too many monks and too little porridge, so we don't suffer from scarcity but from unevenness.

Even if these black dragons rummaged through boxes and cabinets, each boss would only take out seven or eight pieces of epic equipment at most, and the rest would be broken iron in the eyes of some players.

Their collections were not created by themselves, and there were as many brave men who delivered food in the past.

This has made sand sculpture players basically only look at their total dkp, and whenever they have a chance, they gamble all-in, clearing all their points in order to exchange for a piece of epic equipment.

Of course, there are exceptions.

[A pig who loves to read] yelled next to the corpse of Chromaggus, and sent equipment to each sand sculpture player: "Come, come! Everyone has a share of this thing, and it will never fail!"

[BLACKGY]: "Huh? Isn't this the [Onyxia Scale Cloak]?"

This thing is definitely a good thing for energy production.

Not to mention adding fire resistance, there is another important feature: to prevent the wearer from being completely swallowed by the shadow flames.

To put it bluntly, there is no need to be directly dropped by the black dragon's breath.

As for whether it is half-disabled or only one breath left, it depends on the character.

"Hush!" The player who issued the equipment smiled mysteriously.

Then most of the players who received the cloak turned their heads and showed a secretive smile at a certain black dragon princess.

These gazes made a certain princess feel terrified.

At this time, Razorgore happened to pass by Onyxia: "Huh? Your Highness, were you injured not long ago? Why are there all new scales there?"

"I want you to talk more!" Onyxia became furious, and swung her 20-meter-long tail, and the 'Meteor Hammer' at the end hit the emaciated Razoger's chest.

The sad dragon man posted it on the wall on the spot.

Luckily, she still pulled back a little bit of strength, otherwise the dragon-shaped meat shield would have been reduced by one.

Uh, this, the old and new scales of the dragon family are still very obvious.

The scales of adult dragons are generally broad, thick, and hard.

The newly grown scales after injury are like thin leaves, slender and relatively soft.

Then the big Onyxia, Ebonok, and Flegel couldn't help worrying secretly, whether they would also be scaled off the dragon's butt in the future, and the word 'qualified' would be dented.

But it's no use worrying!
It doesn't matter whether the boat is black or not, anyway, they can only go all the way to the dark.

The final battle has come.

Since Nefarian boasted that he was tall and refused to come down from the rooftop, McDonald and his party naturally rested at Chromaggus very calmly for an hour, and then a group of heroes warmed up again. Finally, I set foot on the top step in earnest.

No longer the calm Nefarian in history, he turned into a dragon form and waited there early.

If you ignore the smaller mortals, the art style looks more like the civil war of the black dragonflight.

Black dragon brothers and sisters of similar size, plus a group of younger brothers.

Oh, and a few Dongfeng and Whirlwind anti-aircraft vehicles.

Nefarian's condition was obviously not good, and the sword wound on his neck was quite clear. The lightning force left by [Malone's Rage] couldn't be completely eliminated, and thunder could be seen overflowing from time to time.

It should be said that the old deer is worthy of being the only powerful one under the true god, even an antler artifact is so awesome.

Back then, Mengde was able to deal with him.

When Nefarian saw McDonald standing on his sister's dragon neck, it was like eating a ton of fly corpses, and he was disgusted.

"Compared to the short life of a human, the longevity of the dragon clan has an absolute advantage. For mortals, it is not you who rule the dragon, but the dragon who rules you!"

A very reasonable remark!
No matter how cowardly Onyxia is, she can wait until McDonnell grows old, and then jump back happily.

Uh, doesn't this imply that the pool of Dragon's Den is very deep, and you McDonald can't hold it?
McDonnell curled his lips in displeasure, sir, I don't plan to stay in this crappy place until I die of old age, I should leave after the main plot.

He smiled: "So what? I want you Nefarian to die today, so you won't be able to eat the midnight snack tonight."

"Pfft!" Onyxia couldn't hold back anymore.

Nefarian was choked.

Maybe she will bounce back in the future.

At least at this moment, one counts as one, the black dragons present are all rubbish, ah bah, they are obedient and good cannon fodder.

You can't even see the sun tomorrow, so what's the future?What time are you still blowing?
Save it!

Nefarian became a little angry: "Mortal! Don't think that defeating me is the end of your victory! Come on! Let me see your strength! I want to use the last moment of my life to see if you have challenged death The size of His Majesty the Wing—"

He let out a mighty roar, and immediately the colorful dragon men and dragon beasts rushed up.

Is Nefarian cowardly?

Of course!
This is tantamount to declaring his own defeat!

Regardless of his blind faith in his father or other reasons, he chose to be like a brave dragon, ready to fight to the end, at least this is admirable.

Now that the fight started, McDonald had nothing to say, so he waved his hand.

The first to fire is the anti-aircraft vehicle.

Speaking of it, others may not believe it, but the German anti-aircraft guns are used for air defense, which is "not doing business properly", and the real essence is the ground!
When the 37mm anti-aircraft gun bursts like continuous explosions; when the light and shadow of tracer bombs quickly pass over this vast and sad rooftop.That is, the red and blue dragon beasts rushing to the front fell down in large swaths.

The artillery of mortals is no different from itching for real adult dragons.

For a dragonman whose dragon scales and skin add up to about 10mm steel armor, the penetration of the 37mm gun is quite terrifying.

Unless they are elite dragonmen, they will die in front of the alliance army at all.

Nefarian's side suffered a big loss at the beginning.

Originally, Nefarian wanted to wait, but after watching for ten seconds, he realized something was wrong!
Wouldn't it become a game of mowing grass if the game continued?
"Don't use these nasty toy guns to humiliate me—" Nefarian growled, and suddenly took a mouthful of old dragon phlegm—dragon's breath was sprayed over.

The sand sculpture players suddenly cried like ghosts and howled like wolves.

[Just stop] exclaimed "Damn!", then jumped off the whirlwind anti-aircraft vehicle, just wrapped himself up with [Onyxia's scaled cloak], and saw the air defense in tons The whole car was blown away, and was melted into iron lumps by the flames in the air.

Fortunately, the cloak saved his life.

Poor anti-aircraft crew, GG after less than 20 seconds of surfing.

Of course the results are brilliant.

Without those 'toys', what is left is naturally the most traditional fighting.

The dragon men and dragon beasts on both sides crashed into each other like the Qiantang River tide that was about to collide.

What's interesting is that compared to the loyal Nefarian guards, those dragon traitors who jumped loyal ministers fought harder, attacking wildly, with an attitude that you will not stop until you die.

But the number of dragons jumping loyal ministers is more!
Nefarian wanted to help, but he couldn't cope with his own sister, let alone a deadly McDonald.

(End of this chapter)