Chapter 1221 Killing the Spirit and Punishing the Heart
The flame shield around the Flame Leopard had just had time to light up when it emitted a blazing white light for an instant, and then shattered. Forget it, the flame elements that exploded could not escape Alsace's control, and all the free
All the fire elements were sucked into the Balrog Hammer.
This is the crushing of elemental power levels!
Fandral himself was hit by a hammer from mid-air like a cannonball into the hills in the distance.
"Boom!"
There was an explosion of rocks and the hills collapsed.
Before he could crawl out of the rubble in embarrassment, both shoulders immediately felt pain at the same time.
"Ahhhhh"
After screaming, he realized that these two arrows with the power of stars were shot from the hands of Tyrande and Shandris.
These two arrows were like two big nails, nailing him to the thick rock wall behind him.
He wanted to struggle, but what was waiting for him was more piercing arrows.
"Tu tu tu tu!"
"Puff puff puff!"
The arrow penetrated his flesh, and under the suppression of the goddess's power, he couldn't even turn his body into a ball of flame and escape.
The shoulders, waist, two elbows and two knees were all nailed.
He completely became Ben Frog, the frog who dissected frogs in biology class.
Well, everyone is green!
"Save your lord quickly!" I have to say that Fandral has indeed bewitched a large number of druids, and they will never leave even if they become like this.
Nearly a hundred flame druids fought out of the lava river, either turning into fire eagles and flying towards them, or turning into flaming bears and running wildly.
Too bad they are doomed!
As soon as a fire hawk transformed from a flame druid took flight, it was hit by a hail of frost machine shells and was torn apart on the spot.
[Bingxue Evil Spirit Heart] smiled evilly: "We are the professionals at the Tribulation Field, you amateurs don't come here to send us away!"
The mecha troops are the strongest barrier. Occasionally, there are a few who really master multiple transformations and can be invisible like fire hawks and leopards. They slip through the mecha defense line and cannot escape the interception of the alliance heroes. They are intercepted by Maiev.
, Sera* Moon Guard and other dark elf heroes raised their swords and dropped their swords, killing heads in three or five strokes.
This is the fate of traitorous fans.
"Master Ragnaros! Save me." Realizing that his younger brother was unreliable, Fandral was about to die. He couldn't care less about his dignity and shouted to his new master for help.
Macdonald and Tyrande had fun.
Mai walked over and put his antler sword against Fandral's chin: "Very good! If your new master Ragnaros really has the courage to run out of his flaming toilet to save you, I will let you go temporarily.
Let you return to the arms of your new master."
"Really!?" God Fandral actually believed it.
Next to her, Tyrande's eyebrows were twitching.
It’s so bad! It’s heartbreaking to kill someone!
But...I like it!
McDonald shouted with [Pojun Roar]: "I mean what I say, but I don't have much patience, so I count down dozens of times. Rag, I know you can hear it. If you want to save your dog, you only need to roar once
Throat, then I'll give you five minutes to get out of that broken house. Ten...nine...eight..."
Of course, let alone counting down from ten to zero, even if you count down from 9527, you still have to pretend to be dead.
The thinking mode of fire elemental creatures is never the same as that of mortals.
Will Raghu care about such a traitor?
Don't be ridiculous!
But tossing traitors is fun!
Seeing this great traitor who betrayed the interests and secrets of the entire night elves for the sake of his dead son and granddaughter, I was really relieved to see that goofy face changing from full of hope to finally gloomy despair.
Seeing Fandral lower his head, Tyrande nodded to Macdonken imperceptibly.
McDonald walked over proudly, raised his antler sword, and pressed it against Fandral's forehead.
Fandral's eyes were full of confusion, and he suddenly smiled bitterly: "Did I do something wrong? Is there still a chance for my soul to be redeemed?"
McDonald raised his eyebrows: "Saving your soul is a matter of the Emerald Dream! And my responsibility is to send you to hell!"
After the domineering speech, there was that intoxicating flash of thunder and lightning.
Fandral's head turned into a charred watermelon, and his body fell slumped.
Feeling the complicated looks from around him, the Emperor of Stratholme said: "The Alliance will be highly aligned with the interests of the planet Azeroth. Those who go against the Alliance, I will ensure that they will suffer misfortune. Those who mess with the Alliance, even if
Even if he is a dying old dog, he will most likely be able to enjoy his old age!"
The reactions of all the alliance boys were different.
It's interesting, Onyxia is obsessed with fanaticism. Sunderland is humble and obedient.
The black dragon prince Wrathion is the most uneasy. Of course he is not convinced by McDonald, but as a black dragon who can judge the situation best, he knows very well that at the time when the alliance is at its strongest, the price of betraying the alliance is too high.
Of course, he could mindlessly attribute the strength of the league to the fact that the league now has too many thugs. But if you understand the history of the league, you will know that everything was built up by McDonald, who took the lead.
He may have a chance to leave the league in the future, but not now or in the next few years.
All he could do was hibernate, but he was vaguely scared. He knew very well that his unlucky old sister probably had the idea of hibernation at first. But if you obey, you don't look like a black dragon.
The collapse of inner persistence and complete surrender are what Wrathion fears most.
Here, the sporadic resistance of the flame druid traitors quickly ended.
Regardless of Tyrande's inner will or not, it is necessary to announce the fate of traitors within the night elves.
During the war, the most merciful approach is to tell those who betrayed that there is no price for betrayal. This will make more people who are shaken in their hearts join the ranks of treason and treason.
Even a kind man like Kael'thas could not let go of Archmage Astalor back then.
At this time, everyone turned their attention to the palace of Ragnaros, the fire demon, where the crown of the Land of Fire is.
Alsace smiled: "Oh, that old boy Ragga is still showing off. Do you really think he is still the supreme king in the fire elemental world?"
McDonald pouted, noncommittal.
But the second idiot was a little excited: "Brother, do you think my hammer can be raised by one liter?"
McDonald smiled. The second idiot was a bit greedy.
As we all know, an artifact without an artifact soul can only be a low-level artifact. Only an artifact with a powerful artifact soul can be promoted to a high-level artifact.
McDonald said: "Don't even think about surrendering Ragnaros. That irritable old man will not give in even in the face of destruction."
The second fool's face collapsed on the spot. His eyes flickered back and forth on the wind sword. You knew what he meant even if you didn't say it out loud: Brother, why are you so lucky? All you meet are soft-headed elemental lords.
"It doesn't matter if the elemental lord disobeys. After destroying Rag, you can destroy its soul and divide it into two artifacts to cultivate a new fire soul." As soon as McDonald finished speaking, he keenly
I noticed that the wind sword in my hand shook uncontrollably. To provide you with the fastest update of Stratholme Shenhao, Chapter 1221: Killing Souls and Killing Hearts is free to read.
