Stratholme God

   Chapter 609 Don't you think (3 more)

   (Silver cute master givemepower plus 27/100)

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   This is Azeroth 10,000 years ago, how can there be so many rules, the biggest rule is to be the best boss.

  White Deer Malorne is a well-deserved leader in this regard.

  The 10-meter-wide antler cluster was flicked, and the screen was immediately filled with thunder and lightning. It is no exaggeration to say that it is thunder and lightning.

   In the contest, he beat up all the wolf gods and bear monster gods, and then the group of demigod-level younger brothers bowed their heads.

   Malorne said that he would take the lead in the charge, and the younger brothers suddenly screamed with excitement as if they were all beaten with blood.

"Oooo--"

   "Oooooooooo——"

The wild and heroic atmosphere filled the center of the entire camp, and even the tauren warriors and kaldorei soldiers not far away followed suit, slapping their shields, stomping the totem pole on the ground, shouting and shouting at the totem pole. Heaven announced its decision.

  The atmosphere became extremely warm.

   McDonald stared coldly at everything in front of him.

   is very weird, he suddenly remembered a sentence "You have been strengthened, send it quickly!"

  Malorne is indeed awesome, but he angered Archimonde, and the image that appeared in Mai's mind was a deer charging the tiger... Once the tiger's claws were pressed and twisted, there was no more.

   This decisive assault was tactically destined to end in destroying the group.

  Rao is another time in this parallel world, and McDonald's is not sure how many strong ones will survive.

   Very suddenly, a voice sounded behind McDonald's.

   "Hello, McGee, the strong human being, if you don't mind, can you show me your sword?"

The   comers were so silent that they even concealed the impressive perception of McDonald's.

   Turning his head, Mai suddenly laughed.

   It was Ysera!

  Only the Dragon King, whose main body does not know whether it really exists in the real world, can use the power of the spiritual realm to conceal his huge dragon breath.

   "Sure enough... can't you hide it?"

   Nesario jumped back just now, giving the dragons the most painful betrayal. How could the Dragon Kings not recognize the breath of Neltharion's teeth?

   McDonald glanced at Nozdormu, who was a human figure in the distance. Who knew that the bronze dragon king was trying to study how many ants there were on the ground.

   Damn, the cheap dragon who plays with the power of time and space knows how to play dead all day long.

   McDonald sighed, took off his scabbard, and handed it to Ysera.

   Just let the sword out of its sheath a little, Ysera's eyes that had been closed for many years opened, she couldn't control her surprised expression, and immediately, her eyes showed a contemplative light.

   "Human hero! I know this may be taboo, and if it's allowed, I'd love to know..."

   "I beat him all over the place." MacDonald smiled lightly.

   This smile fell in Ysera's eyes, and it was full of mystery and glory!

  Isera smiled rarely, showing a pure smile like the girl next door. She solemnly returned the sword to McDonald, then folded her hands on her belly and bowed to McDonald.

   This scene shocked the big bosses such as Cenarius, Malfurion, and Tyrande who saw this scene by accident.

   Even at the moment when the dragon clan was in a state of desperation, he had never seen a proud dragon king bow his head to other clans, even if it was a bow full of gratitude, it was an unprecedented move.

   Glimpsed that the other dragon kings didn't react, and they immediately understood that this was because this mysterious man's feat in an unknown place deserved to be treated like this by the Dragon Sleep Temple.

   They don’t understand and dare not ask.

   "I heard that you wounded Archimonde with this sword?" Ysera pointed.

  The vigilance in McDonald's heart immediately reached the highest level.

  Wait, aren't you fooling around and let me kill Munde or even go kill Sargeras?

   McDonald's deliberately rhythm: "Yes, but this is also the limit of this sword. It can only be used as Archimonde's [skinning knife] at most! Why, can His Majesty Ysera strengthen it?"

  I can't do it! I can't even strengthen it.

   Besides, you, a green dragon, have the ability to strengthen the winged brother's dragon teeth, I am the first to not believe it.

  The attributes of the five guardian dragon kings are irrelevant in the first place. They are essentially the dragon teeth of the earth attribute. With the power of shadow flame and fire, they are already full and cannot bear the power of more different attributes. Forcibly adding it, maybe it will cause the dragon's teeth to shatter in advance.

  Ysera smiled: "Of course...can't do it. But I have a better idea."

  Ysera turned around and left, leaving the back of her head and the strange long green hair that swayed in the wind, tugging at McDonald's retinas.

   "Wait, I...that...I'm not a warrior!"

   "I know." Ysera said from a distance.

  If McDonald knew what was going to happen next, he would be angry with Ysera - you know a der!

  If you want to attack, you must be prepared, and you can't just go up. Even if the demigods take it again, they need warriors from other races to share the pressure and withstand the small demons.

   And Ysera gracefully stepped into the woods while taking advantage of the final preparation time.

  This is the resting place of the forest people. It was created by the druids and the treemen who forcibly extracted groundwater from this scorched earth.

  The outskirts of the forest have long been guarded by tree demons, elves, tree people, etc. When Ysera entered the innermost area, she saw the woods that covered the sky and the sun. There were already Malorne, Cenarius, Crow Demigod Aviana and other core bosses in the glade.

   "What's the matter?" Aviana asked first.

   Ysera shook his head: "Neltharion's teeth are not suitable as a decisive weapon."

  Cenarius raised his long green eyebrows: "Just in case, help him build one. It's just that none of us are good at making blades."

   Malorne snorted dissatisfiedly: "Isn't he a warrior? A true hero should be proficient in all weapons."

   "He said he was not a warrior," Ysera added.

   "A thief?"

"should be."

   "That's all right!" Malorne lowered the deer's head and scratched on the ground. With a "click", a small piece of antler fell off. Ahem, it was the antler fragments.

   This is a fragment of his antler.

   Cenarius felt the most heartache for his old father: "This is when he beat that demon lord yesterday..."

   "It's okay, it will grow again."

   will grow, but no one knows if it will take a thousand years or ten thousand years.

   "Understood, I will make it a real artifact!" Cenarius' eyes gleamed.

  The atmosphere is shaking!

  The ancient tree is howling!

  The forest is swaying!

   Here, McDonald's immediately had an ominous premonition when he saw the lightning and thunder in the forest.

  When Ysera came with a BGM, walking like a dream, came out with an axe in both hands, and slowly came to McDonald's, Mai was completely Sparta.

   Rotten girl? No, I don't want to be an axe man!

  The corners of McDonald's mouth kept twitching: "I...I remember saying I was not a warrior."

   "They think, you can use this axe well!"

right! God, he doesn't want you to think, as long as I think!

   (end of this chapter)