Chapter 1201 Chasing a dragon is like Chasing a dog
Hundreds of players gathered together, fixing their bodies, and started shouting slogans for demolition.
"Little bug! Your efforts are destined to be in vain!" Deathwing roared in displeasure at these villains who jumped on his back.
[Handsome Deller]: "Haha! If we can't do anything to you, how can we not do anything to your armor?"
Brother Zhiyi's heart thumped: Not good!
In less than half a minute, a huge piece of elemental armor was cut off from the body by the concentrated fire of sand sculpture players, and the whole piece was blown away.
"Ahhhhhhhh"
This is not the pain of tearing off a piece of flesh, this pain is comparable to the pain of a human being being torn apart by horses or a car!
As the 'parasite' on Neltharion, a large number of [Hideous Fusion Monsters] and [Corrupted Lava Monsters] turned into evil dragon blood are more like a symbiotic relationship with Neltharion.
Players destroy Deathwing's elementium armor, which also angers them.
These things that look like fire elemental creatures begin to pounce on players.
But...
[turbid wine invites refreshing breeze] roared: "No one knows how to play boss better than us!"
Due to the rules set by the Azeroth Star Soul and the limited resources the planet can provide, a large number of sandbox players are unable to break through to the heroic realm.
This principle is similar to how many krill there are in a sea area corresponding to how many whales can be supported.
Sand sculpture players can't deal with powerful bosses, so why can't they deal with elite monsters like you?
As they shouted: "No one knows what human wave tactics are better than us."
The fire lice on Lao Nai's back are certainly very lethal. From time to time, we can see some poor players who have missed the target turn into adults and scream in agony as they are thrown off the dragon's back. However, more sand sculpture players fly through wingsuits.
Supplement it.
Lao Nai is very annoyed.
In front of him is MacDonald, who is holding two artifacts, one sword and one piece of elemental armor, and behind him are a bunch of sandbox players who are super capable of destroying homes. This is really a situation where he is being attacked from both sides!
It's not like he hasn't tried turning around 360 degrees, with his back facing the ground, in an attempt to throw all the sand sculpture players down.
Unfortunately, the elite operators among the bad guys are really awesome.
Some use hooks and claws to clasp the recesses of the black dragon's horny cortex, some fancy rock climbing, and some use [Frost Nova] to freeze himself and his teammates on the dragon's back.
Anyway, I turned around in a big circle, but I didn't lose one tenth.
"You disgusting maggots" Neltharion yelled.
The sand sculpture players in this situation are really like maggots in their tarsal bones and cannot be shaken off.
Such a big move will naturally slow down the flying speed, but the cost is that McDonald will find an opportunity to pounce on the dragon's belly, use his hand to swipe two circles of sword light, and two pieces of elemental armor will fly away.
Since the beginning of the war, not only have I been hit by a fantasy version of a nuclear bomb, but I have also lost ten pieces of elemental armor.
The opponent pinpointed his weak point with incomparable precision, causing Neltharion to finally wake up from the rage of revenge. As a cunning black dragon who pursues the principle of "leaving green hills without fear of running out of firewood", he has no choice but to retreat.
How could he be so foolish as to fight to the death with McDonald's when he was already retreating?
Suddenly, his body suddenly swelled.
This time, he took the initiative to burst the cracks in his upper body, letting thousands of degrees of lava blood burn all the sand sculpture players on his back to death. At the same time, he did not ask for intensity, but only wanted to spread the wide-area dragon's breath to maximize the area.
It sprayed up and down, forcefully forcing the McDonald's to open.
In one breath, he opened a distance of at least 500 meters from McDonald, the god of plague who simply defeated him, before he roared angrily: "Humble mortals! Don't think you can win like this! The destruction of the earth is inevitable. Averted! You all shall become part of my legend of Deathwing's invincibility."
Under the spotlight, McDonald's reaction was...
"puff!"
Yes! The God of War of the Alliance, the Emperor of Stratholme, was so incomprehensible that he didn't give his opponent any face, and laughed very unkindly.
Just smile like that, no need to say anything, just look at the picture and you will know who is the real winner.
The funniest thing is that as soon as Neltharion finished speaking, before McDonald could reply, he turned the faucet and flew away.
It's really hard to chase a fallen guardian dragon when it wants to run away. Without McDonald's order, the flying fleet has already continued its artillery fire. However, it is really difficult for mortal artillery to penetrate the elementium armor. Even occasionally Only when a cannonball lands on a wound without armor protection can Deathwing suffer some pain.
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It seems that the lava blood was splashed by the explosion, and it seems to be very injured and painful. This is a drop in the bucket for Brother Zhiyi's extremely long health bar, and has nothing to do with the overall situation.
The wings of pity are fierce when they come, and their tail is pinched when they go.
Even if Mai wanted to express his respect for his opponent, he still didn't hold back.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Emperors are very majestic and generally have received professional training. They will not mock their opponents casually without grace, well, unless they can't help it.
The next moment, the entire alliance was boiling, and countless thousands of people burst into laughter at the same time.
"Hahahahaha!"
"Is this Deathwing?"
"You're talking about destroying the world."
"Oh my god, that's it? I'm laughing so hard."
The disturbances from the outside world cannot affect the Stratholme Palace.
At some point, Kaliya's cheeks were full of tears. The nervous expressions on the faces of the girls had eased. Only Onyxia had the most intense reaction.
She cried and laughed, which was a kind of rebound after the nerves were suppressed to the extreme. It made the blood in her body seem to have an irrepressible heat, constantly going back and forth, inciting her body and soul.
It’s not easy!
How did she endure it after all these years?
The humiliation and unwillingness she felt in her heart all turned into sparks of excitement at this moment. She was so excited that she couldn't control herself.
"My Lord, you are my eternal Lord..."
She became a complete fanatic, worshiping McDonald's image in the magic mirror.
Even McDonald can't imagine what the Black Dragon Princess will become in the future...
Here, defeating Neltharion does not mean the matter is over.
He can beat Brother Zhiyi violently, but that doesn't mean that other people, other countries can do it too.
With no time to brag about his military exploits, McDonald got on the airship, pulled a huge fleet of nearly a hundred airships, and chased Lao Nai's ass to bombard him wildly.
Whether it is effective or not is another matter. The key is not to let this guy stay over the alliance land.
"boom!"
The cow will use its tail to drive away mosquitoes, and the dragon will use its tail to sweep away cannonballs.
But there are always times when the shells cannot be fired, and a 203mm cruiser shell explodes on Lao Nai's butt, causing negligible damage and humiliating fullness.
[Free Blue Bird] turned on the loudspeaker: "Neltharion, don't let me catch up with you. Once I catch up with you, I will drop you."
Lao Nai didn't understand what he said, but a mere human dared to fire N rounds of artillery fire at his butt, and openly screamed about it, which really pissed him off.
But he didn't dare to look back, and McDonald and his men chased him westward like a duck.
