"Al'Aqir, where are you looking?" McDonald's shout was like thunder in the clear sky, waking up Al'Aqir.
It's too late to react, it's too late!
The lightning that fell from the sky was not only the power of his smashing, but also the lightning contained in the antler sword.
Careless! No flash!
At the last moment, Al'Akir tried to raise his giant sword to resist the blow.
"Duang!" Er Fool's Fire Demon Hammer struck him hard.
The violent flames swept over him, leaving him with no time to think about anything else.
McDonald fell from the sky with a loud "boom", like a purple arrow, piercing Al'Akir's eyebrows, piercing it in an instant, and his whole body was bent back and nailed to the platform.
The strong wind in the center of the battlefield suddenly disappeared.
A vague sigh seemed to escape from Al'Akir's open mouth.
In the blink of an eye, countless violent winds and lightning shot out from Al'Akir's huge body, tearing its gray windy body shell into pieces.
These purest free wind elements did not just dissipate in the wall of the sky, but were crazily absorbed into the two wind swords with parallel blades like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea.
Within three seconds, Al'Akir disappeared.
The huge figure of Wind Prince Sunderland, who was unfamiliar to most alliance soldiers, appeared on the platform, replacing Al'Akir.
It's just that this newly appeared wind element creature didn't have any hostility. It made a very anthropomorphic action. It pressed its hands on the platform and knelt down towards the 'little human' McDonald.
"I, Sunderland, swear by the Wall of Sky to be loyal to His Majesty the Supreme Emperor Macdonken Stratholme for eternity."
"I, the Emperor of the Stratholme Empire, MacDonald, hereby acknowledge you as my vassal!"
There is an almost imperceptible aura of destiny that echoes between heaven and earth.
No one knows whether this is the joy of the star soul or the guidance of the goddess of fate.
Only those who have traveled through time know that thanks to Macdonald's thigh, the Prince of Sunderland came to power much earlier than in history.
From then on, there was only Sunderland, Lord of the Wind, and there was no longer the name Al'Akir.
After a simple exchange of words to confirm the identity of the monarch and his subjects, MacDonald, whose image was infinitely elevated, pulled out his long sword from the ground surrounded by lightning.
The moment he raised his brand-new wind sword high, hundreds of thousands of Alliance soldiers burst into loud cheers.
"Oh oh oh! We won again!"
"Alliance God of War"
"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"
Yes! Another victory!
Under the leadership of McDonald, it seems to have become a fixed pattern to win one victory after another and move towards greater glory one after another.
Whether it's the Alliance members, the black dragons, or even the newly surrendered wind elements around them, their eyes are all shining with a strange light of worship.
The largest air force in the history of the alliance defeated the [Sky Wall] in one fell swoop, killed the wind lord Al'Akir, and replaced all the wind element lords.
When the new Wind Lord Sunderland swore in the alliance's public magic mirror broadcast in Common Tongue with an awkward accent that all wind elements in the Sky Wall surrendered to Stratholme Emperor Macdonken and merged into the alliance, the entire alliance was boiling.
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People from all over the world were so excited that they could not control themselves.
The depression caused by frequent disasters in various places, the terrifying premonition of this year's agricultural harvest, and the fear caused by the collapse of the earth were all shattered after a series of good news came.
Familiar recipe, familiar taste.
So what if the enemy is stronger?
Ancient evil god? Demonic commander? Fallen dragon king?
So what?
Wasn’t he still being overturned by a car!
Even though a lot of wind elemental creatures have been slaughtered, given time, the elites dare not say that Wan'er and 8,000 ordinary wind elemental soldiers can still make it together.
The wind elemental changed from a rebel to a loyalist. While defeating N'Zoth's conspiracy, it was tantamount to completely strengthening the alliance's triangular route between Kalimdor, Northrend and the Eastern Kingdoms continent.
All of a sudden, the wind element pattern was reopened.
Of course, the price is inevitable.
Sunderland rose from a mere sword spirit to a wind elemental lord in one fell swoop, which inevitably resulted in heavy bleeding...
The sand sculpture players waved their lasso-like reins arrogantly and played the AI version of Big Dead.
【Second Dog】: "Dear, don't run away!"
The sad South Wind young dragon: "Ooooooooh"
In reality, the [Reins of the South Wind Drake] is even more awesome. It represents the absolute control of the higher wind element creature over the South Wind Drake who is a wind dragon. This is the law and law.
There is a saying, this kind of dragon mount with lightning flashing from its body to its wings is really handsome.
Except for the more than 1,000 south wind young dragons that were forcibly taken away by McDonald and were incorporated into the Alliance Dragoon Regiment, the remaining 3,000 or so were all taken away by sand sculpture players.
The sand sculpture player who couldn't sort out the dragon has even sorted out the dragon eggs...
The funniest thing is that because McDonald came through the portal and was almost alive, about half an hour later, the Alliance Air Force with Acherus as the core actually encountered Neltharion, who was like a lost dog.
Being left far behind by the Alliance's air fleet, Neltharion was extremely annoyed. He wanted to go back and kill those flies many times, but the opponent was not weak at all and even accelerated towards him.
After much thought, Brother Zhiyi finally followed his heart.:.
He fluttered and flew near the sky wall.
In fact, the atmosphere on the battlefield was no longer right at this time. There was no roaring sound of mortal artillery fire, and there were no victims constantly falling from the sky. From a distance, the war had probably subsided.
Neltharion just refused to give up, because he could still feel a powerful wind elemental creature sitting on the throne of the Wind God, so he roared from a distance: "Al'Akir! We..."
As soon as he finished yelling, he regretted it.
He saw McDonald standing on a suspended platform, his unfilial daughter in the form of a dragon bowing her head on the right side, and a somewhat familiar yet unfamiliar giant wind elemental creature bowing on McDonald's left side.
McDonald gently stroked the New Wind Sword flashing with lightning in his hand. Even though he was thousands of meters away, the sound amplified by the [Army-breaking Roar] skill still spread to Neltharion's dragon ears with the wind.
"Al'Akir? Did you call it that?" McDonald flicked the quill of the Wind Sword.
"Dang!" The strange sound of wind and thunder spread out in the distance.
Neltharion: "..."
"Does it sound good? If it sounds good, it means a good sword!"
McDonald's confident smile fell into Deathwing's dragon eyes, which actually looked like the most ferocious demon in the world.
"You..." Finally unable to bear it any longer, Neltharion spit out a large mouthful of magma-like dragon blood from his mouth.
To be honest, [Focusing Iris] cannot be so easy to withstand a nuclear bomb-level arcane explosion. Neltharion has only resisted until now.
In the eyes of the Alliance, this scene became the Emperor of Stratholme who made Deathwing vomit blood. We provide you with the fastest update of Stratholme God, Chapter 1204. You call him? Free reading.:.
