According to a "well-known" among time travellers, if 25 sand sculptures land on Lao Nai's back when he is running, Lao Nai's life will be very difficult.
Two at a time, three hundred elite operators...
Even McDonald, who is riding on the back of Onyxia, the copycat dragon king, can only wish you the wings of death. Children's shoes, you must work hard! Otherwise, what will you do if you can't make it to the middle of the maelstrom?
Deathwing didn't know how much sweat and hard work thousands of sand sculptures had put into waiting for this day.
I've played the dungeon countless times, and the process has long been memorized by sandstorms, but as a time traveler, the sense of participation in truly participating in the only one kill in a plane is unparalleled.
Especially their method of ascending the dragon is very unorthodox.
On the only way to the south for Deathwing's escape, he quickly glided down from the high-altitude airship with a bat suit. The relative speed exceeded 250 kilometers per hour. He adjusted his flying posture at the moment when they crossed each other.
When the dive becomes stagnant, throw out the hook, then exert the ultimate power that the clone can achieve, and suddenly rise to the dragon.
This kind of flower activity is a hundred times more exciting than extreme sports, and only these guys who are not afraid of death dare to do it.
If it were anyone else, even if he could hit the back of Wing, he would still be a big meat pie.
For such a big black dragon, Lao Nai didn't feel anything at first when he was hit by these desperate human cannonballs.
An extremely uneasy feeling enveloped Neltharion. That feeling was all too familiar. Just a few months ago, a certain hateful human emperor who had accidentally tricked him three times had almost used the same method.
He completely tore up the technique.
Regardless of whether his body burst apart on his own initiative, if this technique fell into the hands of a mortal, it would be the real [hand-tearing black dragon]!
"Ant"
He let out a dragon-type scream like a chrysanthemum being attacked by surprise. His huge body shrank down instantly, and countless flame tentacles immediately emerged from the gaps between his elemental armor and skin... These fire-type parasites of Deathwing
Trying to kill or eliminate the elite operator who jumped on his back.
Still a step too late.
On tearing down the house...
These strange elites are wearing white cloaks with the word "demilitarize" surrounded by a circle. Their work is absolutely professional.
In front of a group of alliance heroes who caught up with them, these guys quickly divided their troops into two groups, and one of them carried out regular monster-fighting to contain the fire-type monsters that came over.
Another group of people found the exact location of the nails that were driven into Lao Nai's body by the source material armor, and threw a special elemental device into the slightly cracked wound.
There was a loud "boom", and the continuous white flash unique to the frost system spread along the holes dug by the source of matter nails, and spread deep into Lao Nai's body.
This is the focus of using the frost element to destroy the source armor, causing an effect similar to [sliding silk].
The next second, a huge piece of armor with nowhere to focus was lifted off the rough dragon skin of the Black Dragon King.
"Ouch"
The huge tearing pain brought back painful memories for Lao Nai.
That was the unbearable past of being beaten up by someone named Mai. I still remember that he was extremely powerful and domineering and killed him in the sky above Stratholme City, and he was also the one who tore apart the dragon with his hands like this!
Neltharion's buttocks trembled, and a large amount of liquid poured out from the crotch of his dark thighs.
Well, please don't get me wrong, it's just a big lump of magma.
How could Deathwing be so scared to the point of being so powerful?
That's a form of self-protection!
The old patient is impatient and naturally turns on the [Hell Windmill] mode.
Think about it, a black dragon as big as an aircraft carrier is rolling around in mid-air as if it were thrown into a drum washing machine. That is really outrageous.
A dozen unprepared sand sculptures were thrown out and turned into meteors falling from the sky.
However, more sand sculptures were on the defensive early. They either directly used ice magic to freeze themselves on Lao Nai's back, or they installed climbing quickdraws in the gaps between the pimple-like dragon skins in advance and used safety ropes to protect them. Own.
No, Lao Nai had just turned his body 180 degrees and turned his belly upside down. Immediately, more sand sculptures fell from the sky, landed on his belly, and removed the source armor on his belly and chest.
The army of people with the word "Demolish" is so ferocious, and they are not afraid of the 'fire lice' on his body.
This made Lao Nai extremely crazy.
"Get out! Get out of here." In despair, he began to pull at the elite operator on his body.
He did succeed in a small part, and some players were scraped away by his claws. However, after the source of the armor fell, his body structure also changed. The expansion caused by the expansion of his body made him have problems with the shape of his body. .In the end, he even tore off two pieces of armor from his chest.
"Ahhhhhhhh you disgusting bugs!"
[The key is not a matter]: "You idiot, call me your father and I will let you go."
Unexpectedly, a magical scene happened.
Under Lao Nai's screams, he really tried in a low voice: "Dad?"
"Poof!" I don't know how many sand sculpture players burst into laughter. Lao Nai's push didn't knock them down, but a few laughed so much that they rolled on the ground, couldn't stand still, and flew out.
[The key is not a matter] He became angry in embarrassment: "I remembered wrongly, I don't have a kid like you!"
Having said that, countless players started making fun of him.
"Hey, didn't Boss Mai become your cheap grandson-in-law?"
"Hello, Grandpa Long."
Joking aside, the sand sculpture players are constantly removing their armor.
This scene is very tragic. The majestic Deathwing and the black dragon rebelled against the king, but the players were actually trying to dismantle the dragon like ants eating elephants.
Every piece of elemental armor exploded, which represented that Lao Nai was taking another step closer to the burp.
He even did not hesitate to give himself a dragon's breath on his chest.
However, so what?
The sand sculpture players who had been ambushing him on his way back south kept flying through wingsuits to kill him, killing three hundred to make up for five hundred, and killing eight hundred to make up for one thousand.
You don't need a system to know that Lao Nai's vitality is passing away at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Even though he put up a lot of resistance, unfortunately he still couldn't escape the fate of his body exploding.
History took an absurd turn at this moment. Neltharion, who was originally flying due south... yawed.
While constantly struggling and resisting, he flew due south and inadvertently changed to the southeast. After more than two hours of pursuit, he finally crashed into the sky above the Stormsong area of the three major islands of Kul Tiras.
Even the huge seaspout shield that had existed before and was driven by N'Zoth and surrounded the entire island was gone.
Followed closely by the Dragon King and Alliance Heroes:???
The elemental armor on his body was torn to pieces. As a dragon-shaped slime monster, his whole body swelled up, and then up and down, countless parts of his body exploded together, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.
Countless pieces of hot flesh flew and fell, like a meteor shower, onto the relatively lush Stormsong Island.
