Stratholme God

Chapter 934
In fact, the IQ of Eredar people is always online, but the population of Eredar people is too small.

In other words, the absolute value of the Eredars is quite a lot. If you put them in the entire Burning Legion, they are a minority.

This made Jijiadan and Akmend feel bald, even if it was clearly ordered to have three babies, the group of salted fish below would not move at all.There is no other way but to let the succubus series come out of nowhere.

It has been carried out effectively for 1 years, which can be said to be deeply embedded in Eredar culture.

Unexpectedly, it coincides with the filthy gods, which is very spiritual.

Seeing that the portal was connected, the Death Squad headed by Dirty God moved.

Just China Unicom, no mobile, no feeling!

Sure enough, there was an old Eredar wizard standing opposite the portal, and beside him were a few doom guards who were commonly known as 'big brothers' among warlock players.

With this as the core, a circle of shirtless blue-skinned demon guards outside.

Seeing the filthy gods coming with the blue fat man and the succubus, the Eredar wizard didn't care, but instead focused on the few lines on [Junchen Tianya]'s chin that were made with the power of Cthulhu tentacles.

The essence is of course different, in the eyes of the wizard, they look the same, he gave a thumbs up, and said in Eredun, "Brother dei! The capital is good!"

[Junchen] Pushed his hips, proudly: "Of course!", but didn't say the second part of the sentence "I am a man who fights everything".

If it's really broken, the devil should start it.

The funny thing is, I don't know if it's because everyone is in GHS, anyway, when they see the succubi in leather belts and tortoise shells next to the dirty god, they will smile heartily and wave their hands to let them go.

"I want to report, right? Those tiny human alliances are doing something. My lord is very busy. Go there by yourself."

"Ah."

A group of tridents, including men and succubi, demon guards and other younger brothers, a total of more than 200 numbers, walked into the interior of the army fortress like this.

Along the way, many guards glanced at them, and they didn't suspect anyone.

Occasionally someone would ask, [Chu Jiayun] would reply: "We have something to report to the boss."

Who is the boss?

The boss is not the boss.

Do you really expect sand sculpture players to remember the name of the boss in every small place?
When they came to the seventh floor, in a small depression, they were finally stopped.

An eredar wizard raised his hand: "Master Jovaan is busy, you wait here."

A group of sand sculptures looked around, pondering, and they could see the bottom of this dilapidated place at a glance.There are quite a few guards, and they are all placed on the bright side, and it doesn't look like there is any curtain, behind which there are three hundred swordsmen and the like.

Just 20 meters away, a rather tall eredar commander was kneeling on one knee.

Maybe it's because there are too many fel pies, and the eredar demons are far taller than the draenei these days.

The guy who should be [Death Messenger Jovaan] is 10 meters tall and has wonderful red skin all over his body.He was eager to learn, so he learned from Archimonde. He wore shoulder armor, belt and calf armor all over his body. The torso and thighs were completely naked, full of philosophical atmosphere.

[Jun Muqi] This guy still has the guts to hum: "Knowing Billy is crooked."

Jovaan talks to an eredar in a Legion version of a magic mirror.That kind of three-dimensional stereoscopic projection is high-end and high-end at first glance.He was talking to 【War Envoy Lathorne】.

By the way, because Yovaan's loud plot is too low, about 120 decibels, the sand sculpture players who are far away can hear it clearly.

Forget it, this was broadcast live simultaneously at the Throne Conference!
And the simultaneous interpretation by the first-level translator Velen, who is proficient in Eredar, made the big bosses of the alliance feel a little awkward.

It went so smoothly, it seemed like it was fake.

Jovaan: "Everything is ready, Warbringer."

Lathorn: "The time for the final attack on the Dark Temple is coming. You need to get rid of those damned humans first. Hurry up! Send out all the hellfires."

"It ... we might be vulnerable to counterattacks."

"Don't worry, I've increased the production of the death furnace, and you will have enough hellfire. Don't let me down, Jovaan. Attack at three o'clock in the morning tonight! Human artillery's hit rate will drop at night."

"Follow the instruction, war messenger!"

Once the two sides communicated with each other, they even had a specific time and place.

This undefended situation is as easy and comfortable as an ugly country installing a bug in the office of the prime minister of its European ally.

During the throne meeting, Tyrande couldn't help but laugh: "So reckless and defenseless..."

Old Gene rubbed his chin: "Actually, the most difficult part is to hide from the perception of the place. The profession of warlock...is very interesting."

Although the Alliance openly accepts Warlock professionals, in fact, no one has defended Warlocks hundreds of millions of times.

This operation of the filthy warlock opened the door to a new world for them.

Afterwards, the Foul God walked over to report to Jovaan, saying nothing more than that Auchindoun had been recovered.Jovaan was not in the mood to listen to the nonsense of these miscellaneous eredar wizards, so he waved his hand: "Go and help prepare the hellfire."

"Uh, okay, I will follow your will!" All the filthy gods followed the donkey downhill.

Not long after, the alliance boss saw a scene that shocked them through the real-time live broadcast.

It was a huge platform the size of 30 football fields. On the platform, there were roughly [-] hellfires standing there stiffly, arranged in a square formation.

There were so many of them that even the platforms were full, and a considerable portion of the infernals had to be put on the slopes of the hillsides.

It can be clearly seen that a large number of eredar wizards are busy at this time, arousing the fel energy in the magic circle and injecting it into every hellfire stone man.

The hellfire, which was just a pure stone shelf a moment ago, became full of fire and murderous after being filled with green fel energy.

Following the vision of the [Mage's Eye], it seems to give people a feeling of endlessness.

These are not three thousand pigs, but three thousand hellfires!If there are not enough heavy weapons to fight against, these elemental monsters can destroy a defense line of the alliance alone.

In the battle at the Port of Darkness, if you don't lose the lives of ten or eight high-level mages, don't try to stop any hellfire.

I'm afraid that all the equipment and weapons that the Burning Legion has stockpiled in Outland for so long are here.

How to do?
The most urgent thing is Varian. Once the Alliance Expeditionary Force can't hold this terrible army of hellfire, the first unlucky one will be the Kingdom of Stormwind!

McDonnell tapped his temple with his index finger, pretending to be thinking, and then turned his head: "Your Excellency Rhonin, Your Highness Proudmoore, Kael'thas, it seems that the magic circle in the center of the screen is the master controller. Is it possible for us to By blowing up this magic circle, to achieve the effect of destroying all hellfires?"

The three great masters and elder sisters stared at each other with wide golden eyes and fiery eyes, and nodded in unison.

"it should be OK."

(End of this chapter)