MTL - Stormwind God-v2 Chapter 1971 Although defeated

The large war machine prepared by Garrosh in the underground fortress had no chance to be brought out. Such as the steel war scorpion.

Similarly, Dukemu in this world has enough time for the brain to roar to corrupt the entire Fairview Valley, so there is no such group of bosses in the history as the "fallen guardian".

In addition, Duke drove the tribe to Pandaria, leaving the brain to roar and doing no ‘branch missions’, and there was no [bloodthirsing Sok], the primitive dinosaur boss, brought back from Monster Island.

In addition to a few diehards around Garrosh, he still made some achievements as in history. For example, the Dragonmaw clan that revived the tribe.

The Dragonmaw clan of this life declines with the death of Zuluhed, the patriarch of the Dark Gate during World War II. It wasn't until the Cataclysm that the Dragonmaw Clan returned to the stage of history after Garrosh destroyed the Twilight Bastion in the Barrens Rift Valley.

Warlord Zaira and Garrosh formed a very close relationship during the events in the Twilight Highlands, and she and her Dragonmaw Orc pledged allegiance to Garrosh's cause. The terrifying ancestor Long Caracas is a direct descendant of all the cataclysmic ancestors of the Dragon race. Zaira rides on its back and appears as a boss in front of the Alliance strongmen.

"Oh!" A group of league sighs sighed.

Nothing happened to them again.

Duke didn't care what p deal they made in order to play in the quota. Anyway, Duke wanted an absolute crush and destruction.

Basically, every time a strong person jumps out of the tribe, there is a corresponding strong person who rushes on the side of the alliance and pulls to the side to fight a pain.

As soon as Caracas appeared, an Earl jumped off a platform on Naxxramas.

All the leagues know what Countess Katrana is?

Now the countess jumped off the building again.

Under the acceleration of gravity, the Countess's falling speed increased more and more, and the strong wind blew her black hair dancing wildly. A red dress looked as bright as a falling comet from a distance.

Nothing caused the neck to scream, the countess's shirt turned into black wings in a blink of an eye, the slender white limbs became dragon claws covered with dense solid black scales, and the sloppy body was rapidly expanding ...

From human to dragon, it took about three seconds. When she landed on Caracas' head, Onyxia had fully demonstrated her form of guarding the dragon.

Caracas, who lacked the experience of fighting the guardian dragon, was caught off guard. As soon as he lifted his huge head, he found that he was directly hit by his opponent's signature [deep breath].

The flames supported and strengthened by the elemental world of fire, while exploding into Martian sky, carbonized the wings of the Archaeopteryx. The ancestor Long cried out, and Rao failed to stabilize his body after rolling down more than 300 meters from mid-air.

After all, it is still a primitive creature, unlike the five-colored dragon. The five-color dragon is strengthened by the Titan, and the really strong dragon can soar the sky with control elements.

No one expected that the flying dragon boss on the side of the tribe would fall into an absolute disadvantage.

On the way of Caracas rolling off the ground, Onyxia used her extremely skillful flying skills to hover without stopping the four claws, and unloaded parts from Caracas.

When the ancestor dragon crashed into the ground and smashed a huge pit in the red earth, Onyxia also supplemented his legs and directly added his slight weight to the kinetic energy brought by the acceleration of gravity. On the back of the opponent.

"Kara!" It was the crisp crackling of the spine.

Without giving the opponent a little bit of room to fight back, the black dragon's mouth with countless sharp teeth had bite on Caracas' neck. At the same time, Overseer Zaira was split in half in the claws of the Black Dragon.

The people of the Alliance could barely see a shadow flash.

When they saw it clearly, the picture had reached the scene of deciding the outcome: only saw the black dragon princess wearing a huge league coverall, and got the opponent as an alliance mount.

Regardless of the siege craftsman Hessuo or the mantis monster Karaksi Yingjie, in the face of the league's powerful cattle, one by one, they were hammered and killed.

This is not a level contest.

There, Duke was still teasing his brain.

In the distance, more Kukalon guards who escaped from the volcanic eruption rushed madly, and were stabbed by the Alliance, led by the hand of silver.

In the center of the battlefield, there are not many tribal fighters still fighting.

It was another fierce battle. Tirion suppressed [Nashgorin] with [Embroke Herald] and looked at the tribal general who had been cut and bruised by him. After all, he didn't have the heart to stop and suddenly whispered: "Surender! You are not those lunatics who are desperate for strength and despise the lives of the people. You are different from them. If you surrender, I swear in the name of the Holy Light that the Alliance will give you fair treatment."

Of course, Nazgorin knew he couldn't beat Tirion, but his answer was brilliant and straightforward: "I'm Nazgorin, the chief's fist, and the tribal commander! If today is my death, then I must Kill the glorious battle on the battlefield, for the tribe! "

"Is it worth it?" Tirion was anxious.

"Worth it? Nothing is worth it or not! I'm glad that I fought a glorious battle with you. I ended up on the chief's side because it was my mission. If it was you who eventually defeated me I will be happy too! "

"Garrosh will lead the orcs to destruction. Are you willing?"

"If the orcs really want to go extinct, that's God's providence. Otherwise, there will always be heroes who will lead the orcs and lead 'our world' to prosperity." It was another fierce battle.

This time, Tirion miscalculated. In his imagination, it would be another sword-axe clash. But at the last moment, I don't know if Nazgorin's legs are soft, or Tirion still treats the opponent as heyday.

[Ember Messenger] Under the slam, he directly hit a large gap in Nazgorin's weapon, which directly blasted his weapon.

"This……"

The door ash messenger [Ashes messenger], after cutting it out, it doesn't mean to stop.

Representing the extreme ash messenger of the fierce line, faithfully fulfilling the power exerted by the master.

With a flash of gold, Nazgorin was split from his right neck to his left chest and abdomen, and a huge wound was cut.

There was no pain, no regret, and from that orc's peculiar green and rough face, Nazgorin smiled: "I am ?????? o \ 'gar ?????? "

Tirion suddenly felt a pain in his heart. He had defeated countless enemies, but no one ever wanted to be like this today. After defeating him, he felt like a knife.