Stratholme God

Chapter 773 Perhaps, this is fate!
During the battle of the game copy, you can always hear the following words from C'Thun repeatedly:
"You are already dead."

"Your courage has disappeared."

"You'll be abandoned by your friends."

"You will betray your friends."

"You are too weak."

"Your heart is going to explode."

When playing games back then, McDonnell felt that Ke'sun was annoying.

Now consider that a game on Earth is likely to be a mental projection of a parallel world.So what Ke'thun used in Azeroth in reality is probably some kind of spiritual erosion combined with psychological hints.

The awakening of Tyrande, the magic stick, is undoubtedly the key to cracking the intimidation in C'Thun's heart.

"Holy Light! This evil is worth fighting!"

Uh, it's obvious that Uther is yelling seriously, why does someone Mai's eyes fall on the 'evilness' of his own girl?
Starlight lingered on Tyrande's body, and the paladins also broke their spiritual pressure at the same time. The more vigorous and bright light on their bodies was a clear proof that they had broken free from the shackles.

Taking this as an opportunity, McDonald held his head high and shouted:
"The one sent by the Pantheon to clean up C'Thun was Sargeras before his fall. I even hacked Sargeras, and C'Thun is a fart!?"

Yes!

What a shit!
The words are not rude!
Sometimes, epiphanies and relief are just that!

McDonnell is a master who can kill even President Sa. If you follow him, you will definitely win. What do you have to be afraid of?
Thinking of this, many people were completely relieved.

A truly strong man can break through the spiritual shackles of the ancient gods by his own will.

The powerhouses in the second rank can also succeed by relying on the leader's affection and the determination to follow.

In the air, there seemed to be a phantom sound of "pang, bang, bang", foretelling that one by one the shackles were broken free and smashed to pieces.

The [-] to [-] heroes present, all of them strong and strong, resolutely raised their heads, and stared at the crimson one-eyed in the void without fear.

As an ancient god, how could C'Thun lose face, and immediately became furious.

A scene completely different from history happened.

"call out!"

Kesuen, the big eyeball, suddenly swelled, as if congested, the eyeballs changed from purple to crimson red, and a coquettish red light condensed from the huge yellow vertical pupils, shooting towards the place where the twin emperors' hall was located.

A massive cannon!
What is even more frightening is the destructive power displayed by this blow.

A huge cylindrical passage with a diameter of 50 meters connects from the main hall where Kesuen is to the place where McDonnell and the others are.

The hard stone wall, which was indestructible by the Sword Emperor with a 20-meter-long sword just now, instantly melted under the ultra-high temperature.

Perhaps it was the arrogance of the ancient gods!

Or maybe C'Thun wants to slowly torture the heroes to death.

C'Thun didn't rub the light cannon on any hero, but just used it as a way to open the way.

"Come down and die!" Said the haughty voice that went straight to the heart.

Surrounding the huge hole, through the passage, everyone saw the huge and distorted existence.

A pile of white tentacles resembling razor clams (Shengziwang) supports a big purple-blue eyeball, and on the floor around the eyeball, there is also a pile of tentacles with eyeballs.

Just seeing these swaying tentacles is enough to scare any trysophobe to death on the spot.

Even if not frightened, it also caused psychological discomfort to the heroines.

Macdonald put his hands on the back of the female pastor's delicate hand: "Callia, if you feel uncomfortable, you don't have to come down."

The former princess turned pale, but shook her head firmly: "I don't feel well, but I will go down. My father almost destroyed the world. As atonement for my father, trying to protect the world is already the only thing that our siblings can do." things that can be done.”

Following Kalia's gaze, Macdonald saw Alsace with the corner of his mouth slightly raised.

At such a time, the tormented second idiot actually still had time to say witty words. He patted the Balrog Hammer on his shoulder: "My sledgehammer is already hungry and thirsty."

This……

Aze Ace after changing history is so interesting!
Tyrande was surprised to find that McDonnell stood up straight: "Your feet..."

"Okay. You can't make the master wait for a long time."

Of course, the countdown is not over, but the system allows him to owe it in another mode.

McDonnell grinned, and then he was the first to walk down the huge round hole that slanted downward.Then came Magni, Tyrande, Genn, Arthas...

The figures of the heroes who seemed to be going to hell without hesitation moved the operators greatly.

[Chu Jiayun]: "For us, this is just a game."

[Gavempower]: "To them, to this Azeroth, this is a gamble that can only be won but not lost."

[No. 11 Sniper]: "It's weird, why am I a little moved?"

[The turbid wine invites the breeze]: "Damn it, we also have a hero template."

The operators stopped, and they just watched the heroes step into the abyss.

There is no way, thousands of players with infinite resurrection ability, if there is a hero template, it is bound to become an existence that cannot be accommodated by the laws of the Azeroth planet.

This is the limit of the world.

Besides, Ke'suen has never been a super monster that can be dealt with by crowd tactics!
Just as the heroes of the Alliance were about to enter the final battle, the Horde had just killed [Ayamis the Hunter].

"Huh! Huh! Huh!" the brainless roared, breathing in the turbid and hot air.

Varok turned to look at Vol'jin: "Are we progressing beyond the alliance?"

Wojin shook his head: "I don't know. According to the news a few days ago, the Alliance just broke through the blockade of the four Zerg leaders and challenged the leader of the Aqir Zerg, the Twin Emperors. I don't know the result."

Varok: "We should hurry up. If the alliance powerhouses face the ancient gods, there will be no movement..."

As soon as the words fell, a beam of blood-red light cannon passed through the roof of the temple in the distance, and shot obliquely into the dry sky.

The evil will that was so strong that it felt like it was overflowing, even affecting the ruins of Ahn'Qiraj, was immediately perceived by the heroes of the tribe.

"Cut!" Nao Can roared and spat hard on the sand.

I can't bear to rest.

Little Saurfang roared: "Come on, let's see if the Unscarred is a worthy opponent!"

Looking at the next generation of tribal heroes who were excited inexplicably, but more impulsive than rational, Varok was both relieved and worried.

Suddenly he curled his lips: "Let fate decide everything!"

Thousands of miles away, outside the Uldaman region, Varian sat in his command vehicle and said similar words.

"Perhaps, this is fate!"

(End of this chapter)