Stratholme God

Chapter 852 "The advantage is mine" (2 more)
At the last moment, Patchwick chopped down the entire front row of the hero group in one go, crippling people with swords and swords, arrogant, and the word [Invincible] was written all over his deformed little head.

The next moment, all the ferocious arrogance disappeared in an instant, and the seemingly ridiculously huge and distorted figure seemed to be pressed to rest, and his whole body trembled from the inexplicable electric shock.

"Hey! Interesting little trick!" the 'succubus' beside Farina giggled.

Another 'succubus' spoke up: "Sure enough, the master's friend is also very powerful!"

Macdonald's [Polarity Switching] is certainly not as powerful as Thaddius's. The simplest difference is that Thaddeus uses his entire body as a battery and puts it in the charger for a long time.

McDonnell is just a cameo in [Master of the Wind]. He doesn't even know that his fighting profession is a shaman?Is it a soldier?Or a thief?

It doesn't matter anymore.

In the eyes of those strong with elemental senses, Patchwick's body is as wonderful as the election map of Ugly Country, one piece is red and the other is blue.

When the red and blue are irreconcilable, "Boom!", it exploded!

It's like a locomotive running off the rails, suddenly stopping its forward momentum.

The five seconds that McDonald won for the Heroes are absolutely precious.

This is enough to make the fighter hero who flew out switch his combat stance in the air, and charge back with a gorgeous [intercept]...

It is enough for Magni to complete the 'inflation' and become a big enough and hard big dwarf...

Enough to make Uther, the league's strongest screw, crawl out of the ground...

sufficient……

It's just a little bit short, and Patchwick can become a real God of War, killing special kills in the League of Heroes.

Even if it really chops up one or two third-line heroes, it is enough to be recorded in the history books of the alliance, so that a certain hero can really become history, turned into a statue, and enshrined in the Holy Light Chapel and other places.

"Sorry, sometimes... the world is just a few feet away!" McDonald's concluding words are very beautiful.

The dazzling thunder light on his body dimmed, and the violent wind element began to gather and calm down.

Fighting alone with Patchwick also consumed a lot of physical strength of McDonald.

He can keep fighting.

Yes, but not necessary.

The flow of time seems to slow down to the point of slow motion.

The crowd roaring around, and the light that bloomed when the elements flashed, could not affect McDonald.

His brain is empty, he is like the most brilliant conductor, the delicate baton in his hand has already drawn the last gesture, as for whether the musicians below performed perfectly and played the last and most beautiful note, It is not the conductor's responsibility.

The heroes of the alliance who readjusted their mentality did not give Patchwick, who had lost his legs, any chance.

The mages and warlocks bombarded wildly, the rangers pulled the bowstring very rhythmically as if they were playing a harp, the epic muskets were roaring, and the brave thieves even rushed to the meat mountain of Patchwick and kept cutting with their sharp daggers Its abominable sutures...

A huge abomination is like a collapsing mountain, anyone can dig a piece out of it.

"Rest in peace—" Uther swung 【Ashbringer】 violently, and a gorgeous golden arc chopped off Patchwick's arm that was holding a kitchen knife and had been cut in half by the thieves.

"Play with me!" Patchwick's cry was now no longer playful, but a sympathetic lament.

In the 3rd minute of the heroes' full attack, Patchwick went berserk.

With only half of its upper body left, the body tissues that can be directly controlled are about the size of a T-34 tank.

The whole mass of meat turned crimson red, showing its strong tenacity and tendency to attack.

Sadly, more like a comically impotent rage.

After fighting for another half a minute, the battlefield finally calmed down.

"It's over?" Magni, who suffered a loss once, hit another [War Stomp] and heaved a sigh of relief when he found that the piece of minced meat that could no longer be called Patchwick was really motionless. .

"Thanks for your hard work, Your Majesty Bronzebeard, change back." Macdonald's announcement undoubtedly relaxed the tense nerves of the heroes.

"Long live!"

"Great!"

"Huh! It's not easy!"

"Aren't you hurt?"

"small issue."

The heroes congratulated each other.

In the warm atmosphere, the Trident players burst into tears.

[Nine-year compulsory quality education]: "Brother, how do you feel watching them?"

[I'm still brother Jian]: "Don't say anything, maybe this is youth!"

This is the first time for the heroes of the alliance in this life to face such a powerful enemy. However, many of the elite operators are old players of "Warcraft", and they have already vomited through the dungeons.

What happened next became quite stylized.

Some Trident soldiers pretended to lead the elite of Stratholme's Second Army to continue deep into the construction area, explore the way and clear out the remnants of the enemy.

The structure area lost the bottom boss Thaddeus, which does not mean that the mobs inside will die automatically.

Even if the tectonic zone falls to a neutral place like Taurajo, the plague cannot be allowed to spread.

Once you encounter difficult elites or rare elite undead, you still need third-line heroes to help clean them up.

It's just that the main force of the League of Heroes has begun to enter the rest mode.

No one knew, but at this very moment, a fierce debate erupted in Icecrown Citadel thousands of miles away.

Marduk, the former black sword, was excluded from the soul of Terenas by Ner'zhul, and now the half-baked death knight is aggressively asking the blood queen Lana'thel: "Why did you let the Scourge Legion's precious combat power lose? In Kalimdor!? Patchwick and Globrus are the property of His Majesty the Lich King."

"Oh? Are you talking about those ugly and useless things?" Lana Thiel was full of disdain.

"They at least...killed one Horde hero."

"Oh? Just a hero of that level?"

Lana Thiel raised her head arrogantly, and Marduk could clearly see her nostrils.He suppressed the anger in his heart: "Dranosh Saurfang is undeniably powerful, he is no worse than any death knight leader in Icecrown Citadel."

"That's all." Lana Thiel began to paint her nails, and she obviously lost her patience.

This is partisanship.

When Lao Taizi or Kel'Thuzad was around, the undead of human origin undoubtedly occupied the absolute dominance of the Icecrown Fortress.

Once the two are gone, the undead of elf origin will naturally raise their heads, and the arrogance engraved deep in their souls will undoubtedly appear.

Lana Thiel interrupted Marduk's persuasion mercilessly: "First of all, the advantage is on our side. No matter how bad it is, according to your statement, there are millions of elite undead there, and the opponent has only tens of thousands of humans. If This can’t be won, it can only be said that what’s left in the tectonic zone is trash. There’s no value in saving it.”

Marduk was momentarily at a loss for words.

(End of this chapter)