Stratholme God

   Chapter 516 Another kind of [inhibition] (1 more)

   This is the talent of the elf [self-destruction].

   For the caster, this will evaporate a certain amount of their mana.

   For summons that do not belong to this world, they have the characteristic of [Anti-Summoning].

   As the representative creature of this world, the elf can exercise the power of [rejection] to forcibly exclude the target or part of the target from the world.

   Don't look at it's small size, a self-destruction is tantamount to a full-strength axe.

   There are thousands of elves in the sky. If they all rush through and self-detonate, I am afraid that Archimonde will lie dead on the spot.

  History has quietly turned a corner here.

   It turned out that it was Malfurion who blew the [Cernarius' Horn] and summoned all the elves to rush over with a powerful force of nature to carry out a suicide attack, injuring 10,000 enemies and 9,000 himself.

   In this life, Malfurion lay half dead. Cenarius was there, and this kindhearted demigod of nature was unwilling to make such a tragic decision until the last moment.

   Fandral did open the magic circle and produced a similar call, but his appeal was two grades worse than Cenarius.

   Without Cenarius roaring, the massive elf self-destruction could not go on at all.

   "Stop him—"

   Cenarius is really in a hurry!

   As a dad, he rushed forward a little recklessly. Not only that, he tried his best to summon a giant vine that at least six people hugged. I saw the vines break out of the ground, grow 100 meters in just a few seconds, quickly catch up with Archimonde, and entangle his ankles.

   Originally this was a good thing, it hindered the attack of the demon commander, and also bought the output time for the coalition heroes behind.

   The bad thing is... what are you doing at the front line as a nanny?

   Mengde's mind is sober!

   Very abruptly, Mengde jumped backwards.

   A tenth-story building with such a huge size jumped from a height of 100 meters, and the impact was terrifying.

   "I ^$#@%" just caught up with her short legs that seemed to be small in proportion to her body, and just after halfway, Magni scolded her mother.

  Fortunately, the dwarf's elemental talent is mostly of the earth attribute, and he immediately integrated himself with the earth under his feet.

   "Boom!" It was another shock.

  The scattered dust covered the surrounding large scorched land, and the dust swept over everything. It was more terrifying and more deceptive than the lazy donkey rolling around.

   The kitchen knife heroes in the front row can only protect themselves, and they can't take care of them at all. After all, they will be crushed to death if they are not careful.

   The mages and rangers in the back row were naturally washed away. Their small bodies faced Mengde, just like babies playing with professional sumo wrestlers, and they died violently on the spot.

   In the chaos, the originally neat formation was immediately broken up.

   The next second, the heart-piercing screams of the old deer spread throughout the audience.

   "Ahhh-"

awful!

That's horrible!

   is too brutal!

   That picture is like a bear child who killed the otaku's house and demolished the figure during the Chinese New Year.

   Cenarius is not short anymore, but he is a large figure compared to Mende, who is ten stories tall.

   There was no fancy magic this time, and under the premise of recklessly suppressing the tanks of the coalition forces, Mengde freed his hands and grabbed Cenarius directly.

   "Where are you going?" Meng De's grin was terrifying.

   "Let go of me! Let me go, you devil—" Cenarius fought back frantically. But his natural attack, which was not strong in the first place, was like itching to Mengde.

   "Help!" Alleria and other rangers also recklessly expanded their moves, trying to injure Archimonde's hand.

  Unfortunately, Archimonde is full of scars, and most of his body has McDonald's openings, but the back of his hands and palms are not injured - nonsense! People gather a large group of fire elements from time to time, so McDonald's flew in, didn't they become acquaintances on the spot?

   At this time, Mengde's hands were also condensed with the fire element that was as hot as boiling magma.

   In fact, no action is needed, the heat alone is enough to turn the old deer into a roasted deer.

   Mengde was afraid, afraid that the Paladins would intervene again.

   He dismantled this ancient demigod who was respected by all night elves in the safest and most violent way.

   "Ahhh!"

  One leg, two legs...

  One hand, two hands…

   Endured the slamming of half the heroic group, Archimonde tore Cenarius alive with a grin, as if he was playing with a chicken.

When Cenarius' head was twisted off, and when it exploded on the spot, Tyrande finally couldn't help it, and stopped the action of bending the bow and shooting arrows, "Ah!" The white tiger fell from it.

   Finally, a hand suddenly stretched out and crossed her arm.

When    looked up, she found that it was McDonald's.

   "You..." Tyrande subconsciously wanted to scold McDonald, why didn't he continue to attack, but when he looked down, he saw McDonald's sword box.

   She was at a loss for words.

   It turned out that there were dozens of dragon tooth swords neatly placed there, but it was empty at the moment.

   In order to speak to Archimonde, they have all sold out dozens of swords whose quality is comparable to the semi-artifact, what else can she say?

   "Is this despair?" Tyrande murmured.

   McDonald's lightly: "Look up."

"what?"

"I said—raise your head!" MacDonald's voice had a taste that could not be rejected, Tyrande's movements were subconsciously pulled, and he looked over with his fingers: "There is my last hand there. ."

   On the other side, Archimonde, who had just torn up his dad with his hands, was full of joy, thinking that he finally got another soul to use as ammunition, and Archimonde was disappointed.

  He made a profit!

  The translucent soul of Cenarius left the mutilated and mutilated body, but was not captured by evil magic. The emerald green of the Emerald Dream suddenly filled the world, Ysera's faint sigh came from the void, and the old deer's soul drifted into the place where he should return.

  Mengde's backhand hit was indeed very successful. His biggest gain was to kill the strongest dad on the opposite side.

   As more elves rushed over and exploded on his back, he could clearly feel that his vitality was rapidly declining.

   Can't stand it anymore!

   If it goes on, he will definitely die first.

   He is unwilling, he is unwilling!

   So, with a brace, he jumped up the tree again.

   "No! Stop him! Stop him—" Tyrande and Shandris frantically drew their bows.

   Obviously, the damage is still not enough.

   Worse still, Fandral pulled his crotch.

   "How could this be?" He blew the [Cernarius Horn] from Malfurion and called on the elf to self-destruct.

   However, the reason why he is the number two figure in the Druid sect is because his strength is a little worse!

   The number of elves recruited is only about two-thirds of the history.

   Looking at it this way, I'm afraid that Archimonde won't be killed!

   "Hahaha! You can't kill me! Before that, I will gain the power of this world!"

   At this moment, the airship hovering above the World Tree opened the door.

  [Reader 19516] pouted: "Mengde! Although you look very embarrassed by rolling your hands and feet all over the floor and crawling, but you are very handsome when you speak cruel words on the **** tree."

  【gavemepower】The boss waved his hand: "Brothers, it's time to show this guy, another kind of [inhibitory power] in this world."

   (end of this chapter)