Stratholme God

Chapter 689 Explode for Three Days and Three Nights First

During the dozen or so days that McDonald took people away, Arthas took a third of the heroes of the Alliance and all the regular troops, steadily advancing towards the depths of the Molten Core.

Regardless of how many fire element elites ran out to block the way, the two fools only advanced fifteen kilometers a day, no more than 100 meters, no less than 100 meters.

Rest three times a day, and wherever they go, they must set up camps to defend against enemies from all directions.

And every night, even knowing that the elemental interference is very strong, he will build a portal regardless of the cost.

Sometimes, if you don't build this thing, you will definitely not be able to teleport; if you build it, a strong man at the archmage level can make a fuss.

After the hard work of the Kirin Tor council member Modera, it is now basically confirmed that as long as there is no leader of the Molten Core in the area, the archmage can forcibly open the portal for transmission. The number of people should not be too many, more than a dozen people Still very safe.

This became the basis for McDonnell to sneak away to build the wind sword.

When McDonnell led the hero group to the area where the old Baron Geddon was cruising, he accidentally found several fire demon corpses in the camp.

"Who killed it?" McDonnell looked at the mark on his retina, a little dazed.

"Uh, I killed it this morning. I just don't know what's going on with this guy...Your Majesty Modera was playing with a magic circle, and this guy and Sasrael ran over to interfere, and then I took Darian , Van Cleef and his daughter, and Lord Benedictus, all went to attack together." Alsace said a little naively.

It is normal for people to have face blindness to the existence of different races.

Sometimes Macdonald is far away, and can only rely on altitude to distinguish who is Aurelia and who is Queen Xi.If Vereesa dyed her hair, McDonald would probably not be able to tell her from the second sister.

Without the assistance of sand sculpture players, Alsace would have no idea who that fire demon is!
Then, while the Sand Sculpture players were taking a break, the seventh Saffron Herald lay dead.

In all fairness, the old seventh is not difficult to fight, the point is that the second fool killed a boss lightly.

It should be said that the second idiot deserves to be the king of heads-up in the history of Azeroth?

"You are amazing!" McDonald patted the second fool on the shoulder.

The second idiot wiped the tip of his nose with his right index finger in a naive manner: "Compared to the big brother who killed Archimonde and Nefarian, you are really nothing."

puff.

If McDonald hadn't really done this, he must have thought that the second fool was in Versailles.McDonald saw full admiration in the eyes of the two fools.

This left McDonald with nothing to say.

Well, Versailles was myself.

"Good job, credit you!"

At this time, the second fool hesitated a bit: "Well, the Saffron Herald dropped a piece of equipment, I like it very much, can I..."

McDonnell: ? ? ?

Don't blame him, he really doesn't know what good things the old 7 has for the second fool.

You know, when his father was attacking mc back then, it was understandable for a group of mages to snatch the [Waving Robe], the best of the law system. It is not impossible to get a [Witchcraft Dagger], but Ersha is a warrior...

Alsace's current younger brother Windsor held a dung fork, ah bah, when it was [Shadow Halberd], McDonnell's face collapsed.

"This……"

"Can't you?" The second idiot carefully observed McDonald's expression and reaction.

Warriors can of course use long-handled weapons, but they are just candidates for the dignified demon king, playing with a dung fork. This is a road that has never been imagined.

"No, I didn't say no, it's just that this thing is much worse than your two-handed sword." McDonald decided to release the big move [Equipment Level Theory].

"I know. It's just..." The second idiot glanced at the emblem on the chest of the sand sculpture player not far from McDonald: "It feels like you prefer the trident to the Holy Grail emblem. So I saw that [Shadow Halberd] can still Transformed into [Strike of Thunder], it looks like you, I just want to take it back as a souvenir."

"Pfft!" McDonnell really spouted.

That thing can indeed transform.

But the key point is the weak attribute and the ugliness.

The nostalgic clothes in the game, this thing is the garbage that every team leader kneels to his grandpa and begs his grandma to find someone to stuff, or it will end up disassembled.

Now Alsace wants to commemorate it, because it can be turned into a trident, and it has a little lightning attribute.

God!

The dung fork actually represents McDonald himself! ?
McDangken suddenly felt thunder rolling, and he was stunned.

"Here, as long as you like it. Of course, I personally prefer the brighter color." McDonnell had nothing to say, and simply showed off the wind sword.

"It's okay, just take this weapon as a commemoration." The second idiot stretched out his hand far away, feeling the power of thunder on the wind sword and the slight numbness caused by the aftermath of thunder, and smiled: "It's really a good sword! I hope that one day, I can also have an artifact sword."

"There will be." McDonald encouraged him with a guilty conscience.

Mai really can't think of any artifact that can match [Frostmourne]. Even if it is comparable in power, it still feels a lot less legendary.

After that, there is a small tidbit. For some reason, it is very likely that [Shadow Halberd] was a standard weapon of a certain civilization or race in the past. There were a total of 36 of these things fired.

The result is that in the Trident Legion, a group of unscrupulous bosses and captains at all levels crazily push (hard) pin (stuff) some fighters or hunters who lack weapons.

So, when the second idiot saw that the Trident man also used the [dung fork], he nodded with satisfaction.

Back to business, since the alliance kept advancing, the elite troops of the fire element kept shrinking.Until a huge black rock mountain, finally there is no way to retreat.

McDonnell also understands the difficulties of the manager Exotus, and his own troops and leaders are just that little.

Once the initial gathering of troops fails, there will be no chance of winning.

McDonnell estimated that only by gathering the first nine bosses at the beginning of the game to overwhelm them all at once would he be more likely to win.

This was quite desperate for Exetus.

No way, there are too many 'hunger strike' MTs on the alliance side.

As long as it's not a boss like Ao Baonan who jumps around, it seems that a strong man like Uther can at least stand up to the boss alone, and it won't be too long to carry it to the end of time. It's true that there is no problem at all if he carries it for a day or two.

As long as you can open up the battle, give priority to killing the fragile ones.

The league can still play.

Now, in front of the soldiers of the alliance is a mountain of monsters waiting in full swing.

At the foot of the mountain are super-giant monsters like Molten Giants, and the mountainside is crowded with [Fire Lord] with long-range attack power. McDonald can count them. Behind the mountain or where the alliance cannot see, there are also monsters. Some undead Molten Hounds, and [Lava Annihilator] and the like can make a surprise attack.

Exotus, the fire demon, has already used the traditional art of war to the extreme.

The corner of McDonald's mouth raised: "Bombardment! Let's bomb him for three days and three nights first!"
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ps, the author's side is closed due to the epidemic, and there are more incidents, because food and other supplies are mainly supplied to fully enclosed communities, and those of us who are semi-closed are a little troublesome.I don't want to say specifically.

If there is anything to brag about, it is probably that the entire two-way and four-lane road in front of the community is closed, and we can play badminton in the middle of the road... well, it has never been this wide.

(End of this chapter)