No matter whether others believe it or not, at least you have to believe it yourself first.
Wrathion's unscrupulous slogans really frightened the other black dragons.
You are well!
The Black Dragon family can still produce loyal ministers!
They also shouted.
This made Wrathion very irritated. He was forced to become a thief, and these fellow idiots seemed to have been really tamed by that little human.
But he didn't have time to care about this.
Alithrazor is, after all, a worthy opponent.
Formerly an ancient dragon with a surname in the green dragon clan, Alysela has excellent aerial combat skills. Even if she does not have royal blood, she will not be unable to fight back against Wrathion.
The bad thing is that her reincarnation stretched her hips too much.
Fire Eagle!
The greatest quality is fire!
When the flames lingering around her body with a temperature as high as 6,000 degrees, she used [Bolide], [Fire Hurricane] and other tricks but failed to cause damage to the enemy, the outcome was doomed.
Isn't it just hand-to-hand combat? Black Dragon said that I am familiar with this.
Although Wrathion lacks combat experience, his size and superior defensive power are there. He is one size larger than Alithrazor, but his speed and agility are comparable, and Wrathion is also special.
There is an extra tail (the leader of the tragic Fire Eagle has a short tail...).
Although the two of them were hovering in the sky, biting each other, and the elements were rippled and sparks were flying, from the beginning to the end it was Wrathion who was suppressing the traitorous Firehawk and violently fighting!
In the ears of sand sculpture players, all kinds of auditory hallucinations of "eighty, eighty" come out.
In just five minutes, the winner of this seemingly massive battle was decided.
After receiving continuous heavy blows, Olythrazor finally couldn't hold on any longer, and his movements were obviously sluggish for a moment. The huge black dragon seized the opportunity and used the ancestral meteor hammer of the Deathwing family to strike a very insidious mark.
'Scorpion' attack.
The dragon's tail sprang out from the gap between his right wing and arm, hitting Fire Eagle straight in the face.
Alithra Zor let out a howl, and most of his body was no longer surrounded by flames. For fire elemental creatures, this was a precursor to farts.
She crashed to the ground, and her huge body instantly created a huge pool of flames the size of a football field on the ground. Even the Land of Fire seemed to make a painful sound at this moment.
This is not the end.
Wrathion's huge body, like a small black flash, did a 1080-degree forward somersault in mid-air, and slammed his giant tail onto the Fire Eagle.
How cruel!
Just thinking about it, the long dragon tail stretched to the extreme, which is seven stories high. When the inertia and force are full and it hits hard, the scene will be extremely bloody.
Ignore the flying fire eagle limbs and cuticle fragments, some people will believe you if you say this is a rice cake.
Coupled with the screams that never stopped from the beginning of the fall, and the exploding blood with the texture of flames, it was completely different.
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This became an outright execution for traitors.
Nothing wrong!
Now, the black dragon army under McDonald's command has its name in Wyrmrest Temple.
The green dragon's traitor, the black dragon came to execute him.
Oh my God, that makes sense!
McDonald sat in the command post, listening to the battle reports coming one after another. He held a glass goblet in his left hand like a flower, and tapped the armrest with his right index finger rhythmically from time to time. The sound echoed in his ears.
It's Liadrin's harp.
The whole atmosphere is top-notch in one word!
In contrast, there was the serious and solemn report.
Almost every half hour, a battle report of special significance comes.
"Report to Black Dragon Wrathion for killing the Fire Eagle leader [Alicerazor]."
"Report to the two admirals Jaina Proudmoore and Kael'thas Sunstrider to join forces to kill the Emberweb Spider leader [Bestilak]."
"Report! Marshal Arthas led the Southern Heroes to kill the leader of the molten giant [Lord Leolis]."
"...Admiral Danas Trollbane led his elite troops to kill the leader of the fire demons, Shannox!"
"The Northern and Southern armies successfully joined forces!"
…
Until now, a whole day has passed.
Logically speaking, it should be time to rest.
Faced with the question of the old wolf king Gene, McDonald shook his head: "We can be stable, but being stable does not mean being slow. When the Land of Fire comes completely and merges with the planet Azeroth, we will not have the advantage we have now. Order the rotation of the lineup.
, enter the night battle!”
In night battles in modern warfare, lighting has always been a big problem.
Without enough lighting, let alone shooting, it would only be a random blast from a cannon.
What’s interesting is that there is never a lack of light in the Land of Fire. The flame elements lingering in the air and the long rivers of flame flowing on the earth all release light and heat all the time.
Taking advantage of the strong morale of the coalition forces, McDonough was watching Ragnaros as if he were a child, and issued orders to take turns to go into battle.
The troops who had been assaulting for a long time were ordered to stay in place to rest and recuperate, and more reserve troops came up from the rear.
It's no wonder that the Alliance is very familiar with Lager's men.
The voices of veterans and lieutenants giving guidance to newcomers could be heard everywhere.
"Remember, do not take off your mask at any time except when eating and drinking. Moving the frost barrier is not 100% safe. If half of your body is burned by a fire monster, you may not die. Once you inhale too much fire element, your lungs will be damaged.
You will be dead first, and even the Holy Light cannot save you."
"Keep it close to the inside of the mobile protective shield. This thing is a mobile magic circle. If it is attacked by fire, the protection range will be reduced."
The army is expanding. Except for a small number of veterans who fought in the Molten Core, most of them were killed in battle or retired due to injuries. Most of them have been promoted and become the backbone of the army, even mid-level commanders who command thousands of people.
Their presence greatly boosted the morale of the recruits.
And the news of victory after successive battles brought their confidence and ambition to a new peak.
According to the requirements of the tactical manual, they formed a circle with the mobile frost protection array as the center and mechanized vehicles such as tanks. People got off the vehicles to rest, or take turns eating, or inspecting the vehicles, or discussing in low voices.
They could not hide their excitement as they watched the friendly forces flying up their flanks with dust rising from behind.
At this time, in Acherus, a piece of news finally made Tyrande, who had been a little restless for so long, feel a sense of relief.
Unlike any previous fight against the evil army, this crusade gave the night elves a different meaning.
Tyrande hadn't felt so uneasy in a long time.
Sometimes he leans on the left armrest, sometimes his whole body leans on the back of the chair, sometimes he seems to be pretending to be asleep but is actually playing with his ten fingers uneasily, until...
"Report! The target suspected of being Fandral Staghelm has been found. The appearance of the target has changed significantly. Our investigators cannot be 100% sure."
Tyrande glanced at the male night elf in the magical mirror whose hair and beard were swaying like flames. He immediately looked at his adopted daughter Shandris Feathermoon beside him, and saw the affirmative look in each other's eyes. Her mouth
