Stratholme God

Chapter 877 Soul torture! (3 more)
At the beginning, Ebonok spewed out shadow flames in mid-air, and the dragon's breath with dual attributes of shadow and fire hit Nashan's wings accurately, and exploded into sparks all over the sky.

The mount dragon, which was one size smaller, screamed in pain, plummeted [-] meters from mid-air, and hit the city that was already smashed to pieces.

He also made his master bathe in fire, rolling wildly on the top of the city.

Just as Nashan was about to get up, Ebonok's Dragon Tail Meteor Hammer arrived and wailed for the second time on the spot.

In mid-air, it also mended Ebonok's claws and tore a large piece of dragon wing.

It was so hard that it fell from the top of the city for the second time with bruises all over its body, and fell from the city wall into the siege crowded with Zaku and tank groups below.

Ebonok rarely pretended to be aggressive, obviously riding an Alsace on his back, the dragon raised his head proudly: "Kill it, this trash is not qualified to be my opponent."

Well, this black dragon who bowed to the heroes of the alliance really pretended this time.

A group of trident pilots who were driving the experimental version of Zaku had fun—it’s been a long time since the war started, and I haven’t seen any dragon so consciously lying on the chopping block by itself.

[Super ferocious poi]'s smirk came out through the speaker: "Nashan, don't worry..."

All the sand sculptures responded together: "We are not good people!"

If Na Shan has enough wisdom to speak human words, it must be three words - Ya Mie Die!

These guys pulled out their thermal tomahawks on the spot and slashed at them.

The most shameless thing is that they used Zaku's weight to press them together under the cover of shields.

A dragon, with all four feet in the sky, each claw is tightly pressed by the shield.Then the dragon's neck was squeezed by the shield and twisted into a horseshoe shape, and the 'Long Family' had to watch their own dragon tail being cut off with their own eyes.

As an 'upright Canglan Starman', it is common practice to use big barrels and falling rocks to deal with giant dragons, and [broken tail] is even more basic.

Do not ask.

Asking is material +1!

But in the eyes of the black dragon mounts, this scene was too cruel.

These guys chopped down with an axe. Perhaps the inflexible operation of the hydraulic machine caused the power arm to be cut crookedly. Anyway, there is no such thing as an axe.

That kind of feeling is to force the dragon to be a eunuch, and he insists on sawing a big tree with a small knife without giving it a quick blow.

Nashan screamed and struggled there for more than ten minutes until his voice became hoarse. The group of guys chopped off more than 100 axes before chopping off the pitted, almost minced dragon tail like a blunt knife.

In the end, the black dragons subconsciously tucked their tails.

This is very real.

Half an hour later... shouts spread across the front.

"Fresh leader-level dragon meat only sells for 1 silver coins per catty!"

As for his master, well, he, along with Nashan and the leaders of other divisions, hung on the gate of the half-collapsed Hellfire Citadel.

The whole family needs to be tidy!

In just one day, all the regional bosses in the game, which were regarded as three small 5-player copies, were killed.

The fighting continues day and night.

Hellfire Citadel is a north-south fortress cluster that blocks the entire Hellfire Peninsula.

There are so many evil orcs gathered here, until the street fighting in the fort started, the alliance had a rough estimate - 30 people, not much more.

Every corner of the fortress group was caught in a fierce battle.

Every ten meters the Alliance troops advance, they have to pay a considerable price.

There are always red-eyed violent orcs, holding up rough or sophisticated cold weapons, jumping out from every corner, scaring the alliance soldiers.

The orc's hard work and casual construction method brought considerable trouble to the alliance's offense.

No bunker has the same structure. In many cases, the attackers just turn around in circles and become dizzy.

Many narrow places are inconvenient to use heavy weapons.It seems that some underground narrow alleys can only allow one orc to pass through. There is really no way. Often a few grenades are thrown in, and the orc inside cannot be blown up, so you have to enter the orc's favorite hand-to-hand combat mode.

Even if they were evil orcs, there were still many professional fighters. Once they rushed up, the distance of 30 yards was not a problem. Most of the time, the Musketeers of the Alliance didn't even have time to fire a single shot.

In this situation, Alsace has nothing to do.

We can only send more paladins and priests to treat the wounded, and dispatch a large number of second-rate heroes and trident troops to play the role of vanguards.

Very embarrassingly, the goal of the alliance to train professionals in actual combat has been achieved.

After seven days of street fighting, the Alliance controlled more than 95% of Hellfire Citadel.

A piece of news spread to the top of the alliance: at the bottom of Hellfire Citadel, a powerful demon is imprisoned. According to legend, this is the former king of the outer domain—the abyss lord Magtheridon!
The Throne Council convenes just in time.

At the meeting, the toolman Lor'themar gave an opening remark:

"We have made good progress in the first phase of the offensive, but there is a piece of news that deserves the attention of all the top leaders of our alliance—the abyss lord Magtheridon seems to have been defeated by the alliance led by the night elf traitor Illidan Stormrage, and then imprisoned in hell The lower level of the Fire Fortress, and use its demonic blood to breed more fel orcs to block the enemies that may come from the other side of the Dark Portal."

At this point, Tyrande's delicate body shook violently, her face was livid, and she bit her red lips tightly.

The night elves had long announced that their hero, Illidan, had rebelled, and the entire alliance knew about it.But for Illidan, most of the heroes of the alliance have no real feeling.

After all, before the dark elves joined the alliance in the early stage, they fought on their own. After seeing Illidan, they were nodding acquaintances at most.Then Illidan jumped back, instead of slaughtering the night elves or alliance soldiers, he ran directly to trouble Terenas.

There has been no direct confrontation, so naturally there is no enmity.

Since that time in Northrend, the Lich King fought with Illidan, and there has been no news of Illidan.

Except for a certain traveler, no one knew that Illidan had actually come to Outland.

In this way, the nature of attacking the outer domain has subtly changed.

Previously, it was to prevent the invasion of foreign enemies and expand the scope of the defense line. Now there is another reason-the night elves cleanse the traitors.

However, the actions of the one who is called an egg by the paste people confuse the alliance.

The last time he saw an egg, hadn't he been bewitched by demonic powers and joined the Burning Legion straight away?
Came to Outland and fought with the Legion again?
Is it a factional struggle, or is he double-crossing again?

Lor'themar gave a report for about 10 minutes, showing a series of interrogation of prisoners and various evidence collected at the scene of Hellfire Citadel.

Then, Tyrande made a decision.

"Matheridon must die, this is needless to discuss. What I want to say is - the night elves have decided to increase their investment in the expedition, and Fandral Staghelmet will lead an elite force to join the expedition."

There is nothing wrong with letting the second-in-command in the actual sense come to Outland.

To fight demons, proper investment is a must.

However, after the meeting ended, Tyrande found MacDonald, and directly questioned his soul: "Maev Shadowsong chased Illidan to Outland, what should you do?"

　Today's update is erecting the bed board.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)