Two hundred and fortieth seventh chapter debut three
"Modgud's beard!" Kurdran didn't expect that the abyss lord would actually use such a move. You must know that this guy's weight is an eye-popping astronomical figure. If he is really compacted by him, who cares about King Kong?
The body has to be turned into a photo!
The dwarf knight pulled up the reins with all his strength: "Fly, my brother! Otherwise we will all die under this fat man's belly!"
The gray gryphon king screamed, and spread out its nearly ten-meter-long giant wings. It was like a whirlwind blowing from the ground, and it got out from under Magtheridon extremely quickly.
But before the dwarf had time to breathe a sigh of relief, the giant blade in Magtheridon's hand fell from the sky again, striking towards his head with frightening wind pressure!
"Damn it!" Kurdran's pupils shrank, and his whole body suddenly tensed up. At this moment, the gryphon was at the moment when its old strength had been exhausted and its new strength had yet to be regenerated. It had no time to react, and what was even worse was that it was in mid-air.
He couldn't use his strength to block the opponent's dying blow.
"Qiang~"
Just when Kurdran thought he was going to die, a broad-bladed long sword with golden light came out quickly, knocking the abyss lord's giant blade aside, just in time to brush against the long wings of the gryphon, and stabbed the dwarf into the ground.
His reaction was also extremely quick. He quickly took the opportunity to pull the reins and drove the gryphon to escape from Magtheridon's shadow that blocked the sky.
"No! Damn reptiles!" Magtheridon roared unwillingly, but his severely injured legs and feet could no longer support his fat body. The abyss lord, who was nearing the end of his life, waved the giant blade randomly, but lost his center of gravity.
Zhen stumbled and fell to the ground, almost crushing the entire valley.
Next, the dwarf knight did not give the devil a chance to curse. A warhammer with the power of thunder knocked open the head of the former King of Outland. Dozens of high-explosive bombs were accurately thrown into the huge monster as he screamed.
The wound exploded a generation of demon lord into a tattered pocket
"Has no one ever told him to lose weight?" The golden long sword flew back as if it was spiritual, and was firmly caught by Ragen in his hand. "He has become so fat and has not seen any improvement in combat effectiveness." The knight turned his head.
It was a rare joke, but unfortunately Sam standing beside him still had a frosty face and the corners of his mouth did not move.
Regen shrugged indifferently, ignoring Sophie's little move of pouting and snickering at the side, and faced the gryphon that slowly descended from the sky.
"I owe you a favor, boy Regan!" Kurdran jumped off his mount and laughed, "I didn't expect this fat man to be really clever. If you hadn't arrived in time, my old bones would have capsized.
!”
"That's too modest, my lord," Regan smiled and greeted the dwarf with a few words, then turned his head and ordered Herod to take people to clean up the battlefield.
"Oh, by the way," Regan seemed to have remembered something and turned to Kurdran and asked, "I wonder where Kel'Thuzad and his men are now?"
"Those two undead?" the dwarf waved his hand with disdain, "It seems that you have overestimated the Scourge Legion, young man... they didn't even fight, they just wanted to run away. If I hadn't been busy at the time,
To deal with Magtheridon, I can also take the heads of those two guys for you!"
Lei Gen frowned slightly when he heard this: "They... didn't even resist?"
"It would be fine if I could resist," Kurdran sneered. "I heard you boys boasting about the Scourge's miraculous power, but I didn't expect that the enemy would run faster than a rabbit when we met them! It's a good thing I brought more with me this time.
There were more than a dozen war hammers, but none of them were used!"
"Don't be careless, Lord Kurdran!" Regan said solemnly, "Although I don't know what Kel'Thuzad has in mind, I am sure that he will never give up his investment in Draenor so easily! Be aware of natural disasters
Among them, this lich is the most cunning and difficult to deal with... I have a hunch that I will definitely see him again in Draenor!"
Kurdran secretly frowned at Regan's caution. After all, he had been in Outland since the Second War and had never experienced the era when the Scourge swept across Azeroth. So for him, of course, the behemoth Burning Legion was more important to him.
for danger
"Okay, okay, that's enough for me to remember," Kurdran waved his hand perfunctorily and changed the topic, "Where is the other surprise army you mentioned now? Don't tell me that it's just the two of us.
If you go to attack the Dark Temple, you won’t even be able to break through Illidan’s door with your teeth.”
"Don't worry, they will naturally show up when they are supposed to come..." Regen glanced at the gray sky to the southeast, with a confident look in his eyes, "The audience and supporting actors have now entered the venue, and only the main character is waiting.
It’s just a corner…”
——————————————————————Next to the Dark Temple, the ruins of Karabo
The Demon Guards and the Sha'tar Guards are engaged in a fierce exchange of fire.
A battle like this has been going on for half a year, but somehow due to the influence of the atmosphere, the casualties caused in the past few days were actually more than the previous two months combined. The stone slabs of the ruins were soaked with mortals and demons.
of blood
Demon warriors and evil orc mages kept falling from the top of the city, and the elite Sha'tar troops also suffered heavy losses. In just a few days of brutal offensive and defensive battles, they lost about one-third of their troops. Now Shattrath
The city's rate of replenishing manpower has been far unable to keep up with the casualties caused by exhaustion.
However, neither side dares to take the lead in showing weakness. Even if the string is almost broken, the commanders of both sides are still gritting their teeth and holding on: more lives are filled in the ruins, and then they fall to a crossbow bolt.
Or under a fireball, bright red blood filled the temple that was once a sacred place for the Draenorites.
"Lord Ciri, please send us to attack again!" Seeing that the Astrologer troops responsible for launching the offensive returned without success again, a Draenei commander couldn't restrain his anxiety and stood up and shouted to a Naaru
Qing Zhan said, "The offensive of these blood elves is like a snail climbing the wall. When can we capture the ruins of Karabor!"
Before the blood elf commander had time to take off his bloody battle helmet, he heard the other party insulting his subordinates and said angrily: "Stupid Draenei! If your attack is powerful, why are we still here?"
We have been wandering under the ruins for several months! We admit that the other party is not weak, but you just dare to pass the responsibility for the failure to others!"
"you!"
"That's enough, you two!" The Naaru named Shiri interrupted the dispute between the two with a burst of sound waves. Different from Adar's use of mental power to make sounds, the slightly lower-level Shiri could only use the vibrations of the air.
to make a sound, but even so, his tone was still full of the majesty of a commander.
"I don't want to get involved in the intrigue between the Astrologer and Aldo. After all, this is a problem that even Lord Adal can't handle," the Naaru shouted, "but now we have a heavy responsibility and must cooperate with the reinforcements from the Alliance and the Horde to help them.
Open the gap to the Dark Temple. If this is not possible, do you still have the nerve to claim that you are the elite under Lord Adal?"
Upon hearing this, the blood elves and draenei each glared at each other, but stopped arguing.
Seeing this, Xirui slowed down her tone and said in a deep voice: "I understand that your subordinates are close to overdraft, but the other side is already at the end of its war effort. Now it depends on which one of us or the devil can't hold on first, and which side will fall in the end.
Nature is the winner!”
"Sir, I am willing to fight again!" Commander Aldo took the lead in asking for orders, and glanced provocatively at the silent blood elves beside him.
"What's wrong, Fields, are you in trouble?" Ciri asked with concern.
The blood elf thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Sir, my troops have suffered huge losses. Please forgive me for not being able to obey..."
"You coward!" Commander Draenei almost jumped up and pointed at his nose and cursed, "Is this the attitude of you astrologers to swear allegiance to Lord Adal! Or have you not considered Shattrath at all?
Take your orders seriously!"
Fields clenched his fists and resisted the urge to punch the opponent. He lowered his head and said: "I'm sorry, Lord Ciri... Although you are the highest commander on the Sha'tar front line, I have the right to make decisions based on the casualties of my subordinates.
Do I obey your orders? Therefore, I refuse to carry out your attack mission!"
"You are as timid as a mouse..."
"Shut up!" Ciri shouted, stopping the draenei from continuing to speak offensive words.
"I understand what you mean, Fields," the Naaru gave the blood elf a deep look, "Although your decision at the moment makes me feel very surprised, I am willing to believe that you must have some other important reasons...
"
"Sir!" Fields raised his head gratefully.
"Okay, no need to say more," the energy plates on Ciri's body flashed, as if she was wearing a holy light armor, "You have your plan, but I must also carry out what Master A'dal has given me.
My task...then let me help you complete the part that you can't afford!"
As he spoke, the Naaru shouted to the blood elf who was still in a daze: "No need to hesitate, go quickly!"
"Yes, sir!" Fields rolled his eyes, turned around and mounted the battle chocobo, summoned all the Astrologers' subordinates and left the Sha'tar camp.
Commander Delaney frowned tightly as he watched all this: "Your Excellency Ciri, does our general offensive plan have to be terminated because of some bullshit reason of that blood elf? If that's the case, what should you and I do?
Account to Lord Adal and the people of Shattrath!"
"Did I say we won't fight?" Ciri's tone was still calm, "Besides, how do you know that besides the Astrologer's troops, we have no other support?"
"What do you mean..." the Draenei asked doubtfully, but the Naaru did not answer. He just looked towards the northwest of Shadowmoon Valley - where a huge white moon blade tiger appeared on the horizon.
Up, raising his head and roaring in the direction of the Dark Temple