Stratholme God

   Chapter 478 Three o'clock into a line

  【Feng Tianlong】: "Ah! The pseudo-lolita who works hard to pretend to be an old man, love love!"

   A group of sand sculpture players began to scream.

  【Floating】proudly facing the Warspite: "This is the magic of our Atlantis!"

   "Not bad!" Warspite nodded.

   If there is any disadvantage, it is that after the ship dives, in order to maintain the power of the magic shield and prevent the sea water from invading, the speed of the ship is forced to become very slow, about 10 kilometers per hour is the limit.

  Can cover up all the breath, including soul fluctuations, after diving, which makes Archimonde lose his target all of a sudden.

   So the fireball just now was all about Mengde's incompetent rage.

  To be honest, Mengde, who was originally hanging behind the Warspite in the vast sea, lost the trace of the Warspite, and it was said that there was at least 50 kilometers offshore. What is the concept?

   Run according to Mengde's strength, and it takes at least an hour to run.

   Not sure, a sea breeze, or quantum mechanics, or entanglement of information across time and space, may make Mengde go astray.

that…

   Maybe Archimonde is not a human being, but a commander in the league is a real dog.

   Doing things is like that of an old sow, one set after another.

   Almost at the same time that the Warspite went down and disappeared, Orgrimmar was due west, on the west bank of the Fury River, in the silt swamp that belonged to the barren land, and a team of players appeared.

   [It is said that if the nickname is less than 12 characters, it will be a loss]: "Hi! I'm not saying it, do you think that the boss of McDonald's is a thief."

  【Dark Force Frog】: "No, no, no, we can't be so low in emotional intelligence. The saying with high emotional intelligence is that he is a tactician!"

   A group of sand sculptures shouted in unison: "Well, the heart of playing tactics is dirty!"

The sound of    broadcast in the system group was almost enough to make Mai vomit blood on the spot.

   "It's too difficult for me! All the weapons and powerhouses in the alliance can only scrape Archimonde, so I'll just use Mengde, what? I ate the rice from your sand sculpture players?"

   "Hahaha!" The group was full of happy people.

   Doing business is doing business. These sand sculpture players who have received professional training from multiple worlds never pull their hips when they are doing business. This is the basis of McDonald's working with them to this day.

  【Want to go back to your childhood】He took out a beautiful crystal bottle: "This, just one drop is fine."

   An extraordinary crystal bottle, covered with large and small seals, plus it had been stored in the system space before, completely isolated from this world until this moment.

   "Drip!"

   The liquid that emits colorful and beautiful light drips from the mouth of the bottle, less than one meter away, under the free fall, it feels as if a century has passed.

  Because, just by being exposed to the air, this droplet has already caused a shocking change around it.

  The flowers and plants on the ground are growing like ten or twenty times the speed.

  Some tall plants that shouldn't even be in the swampy area also emerged from the silt.

   Those are ancient plant species that only existed before the War of the Ancients!

   As the droplets finally fell into the ankle-deep swamp shallow water, a mysterious energy ripple swayed.

  Something seemed to be awakened in the depths of the earth, and the entire swamp began to shake violently. Countless bugs, even large crocodiles and other swamp creatures were stimulated, and madly crawled out of their lurking places and fled.

   After a while, a golden spring water spewed up from the depths of the ground…

  In Theramore Mage Tower, 500 kilometers away, Jaina and Magna Aegwynn had just sent off McDonald's group when they were suddenly stunned by this faint fluctuation.

   "What a powerful, pure elemental reaction, this is..."

  Magna, disguised as a high elf mage, frowned: "If I guessed correctly, this should be a power similar to the sun well."

   "Ah! Why is this happening?" Jaina asked subconsciously.

  Magna suddenly smiled bitterly: "Do you still need to ask? Your childhood sweetheart, but the ruthless character who blew up Sunwell."

   Medivh **** guessed right.

   What the sand sculpture player just poured into the swamp was [Eternal Well Water]!

  In those days, Illidan secretly filled three bottles of Eternal Well Water and built a second Eternal Well on the side of the night elves, and then Dath'Remar* Sunstrider used the remaining bottle to build the high elves' sun well.

   Actually, in this life, Das Remar stole two bottles.

  There is also a bottle in the Palace of Silvermoon City.

   McDonald's made a group of elite operators wear the skins of high elves, and at the same time as blowing up the Sunwell, another group sneaked into the palace, making a perfect time difference.

   In this world, except for a few high-level dark elites such as Tyrande, and the Sun King, there are no more existences who know that the Sun King has the last bottle of Sun Well water.

   Coincidentally, the elite operator got the last bottle while the troll undead stormed the Silvermoon Palace.

   This made the Sun King, who was looking for an opportunity to secretly return to the palace, extremely resentful.

   It's like a corrupt official's house is being robbed and dare not call the police. The Sun King really broke his teeth and swallowed blood.

   And the last bottle of eternal well water is the key to seduce Archimonde.

  's powerful energy response instantly aroused Mengde's greed.

   This thing is more fun than a cat running to knock catnip!

   What disgusting his deep sea ancient **** can have power and sweeter?

  The Burning Legion destroys countless planets and worlds, turning all the vitality into fel energy? Could this power be more pure?

   Archimonde frowned immediately, and the next second, his eyebrows stretched out.

   "Hahaha! Great power! I like it!"

   He is reckless, but also likes power.

  When the appeal of a novelty is far greater than the unpleasantness caused by provoking him, how to choose is a bit simple.

  The Dread Lord Anatheron whispered, "My lord, just leave that provocateur alone?"

   "It doesn't matter! When I destroy the entire planet, he can't run away, and he will get out of it naturally!"

   "Understood! Your will is absolute." The Dread Demon King is a little brother who can bend and stretch!

  Therefore, there was a scene in which Mende came towards Orgrimmar while bombarding, to see if he could find a certain diving battleship.

right! Unfortunately, under the deliberate design of a tactician.

  Mende, Orgrimmar, Mire Swamp... Three o'clock are in a line!

  Whether Thrall likes it or not, Archimonde is so big, striding straight towards the new capital city that their orcs have worked so hard to build, and I don't know how many days and nights they have built it.

  When Thrall heard the report from the Wyverns that there was a huge demon coming with tens of thousands of demons, he was like a bolt from the blue, and he was speechless for a long time.

   A group of people below are clamoring for a deadly fight, but what can he do?

   He is also very desperate!

   (end of this chapter)