For a moment, Mai actually felt a little panicked.
This is Deathwing who has many good deeds!
He bullied the daughter of the Wing family for so long, and occasionally forced the crying Oni to call daddy. I'm sure this is really a bit of retribution...
For example, why you give birth to a son without having eyes, for example, when you touch a corpse, only a Druid warlock will appear...
This Mr. Mai is really a little bit scared.
But, the system prompt came.
[Deathwing Neltharion attempted to curse the host with an unknown destiny spell... Oops! Since the host's surname is Mai, not Stratholme, the curse target failed to be locked. The curse failed to pass the judgment and is backlashing the caster...
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[The children of the host cursed by Neltharion will be slaves and maids for life. Due to the backlash of the curse, the fate of his children Wrathion and Onyxia is locked... The lock is successful! 】
Ah this...
MacDonald's cheek muscles were twitching. He thought this fantasy world would be outrageous, but he didn't expect it to be so outrageous. He hadn't been exposed to anything related to destiny for a long time, ever since he stole Alsace's aura of destiny and became [
[Children of the World], I haven’t encountered this kind of thing for a long time.
McDonald glanced at Wrathion hovering high in the air behind him, and then looked at Onyxia under his crotch. There was a faint golden collar on the necks of the two black dragons that only he could see.
Two chains with a mysterious aura extend from the necklace and are tied to McDonald's left hand.
McDonald:???
At this moment, Neltharion, who was so big that he could only be friends with Galakrond, began to explode continuously, and a large amount of dragon blood like hot magma burst out, as if it was all over the Tiragarde Strait.
It rained blood.
As if he was about to commit suicide by throwing himself into the sea, Zhiyi's body, whose upper body had been blown away to the point of being completely fleshless, slowly slid into the strait...
"Is it over?" Jaina's eyes were filled with tears and confusion.
"How is that possible!" McDonald complained.
Even if this wasn't a maelstrom, would N'Zoth let such a good chess piece burp like this?
If you look at chess, other chess players have kings, queens, knights, chariots, and wings, but the cross-section is a top level existence of spades.
N'Zos also hoped to use Brother Wing to train Ai Xing, a disobedient little girl.
In demonstration, McDonald raised his antler sword and a bolt of thunder fell from the sky.
"boom!"
The thick lightning with a diameter of ten meters was like a spoon poking out a piece of jelly, easily evaporating a body of water in the strait about ten meters deep and the size of two football fields. Neltharion, who was pretending to be dead, was immediately exposed to all pursuers.
within the viewer’s field of vision.
"Fuck!" the sand sculpture players collectively cursed.
A few seconds ago, it felt as if Deathwing was going to crawl back under the sea and run back into the arms of N'Zoth, the nanny.
The next second I saw this guy imitating Superman and running to a place where others couldn't see him and transforming.
At first glance, what kind of dragon is this?
Sure enough, the dragon is too big to be serious.
Just like after Galakrond ate other Archosaurs, the surface of his skin was covered with the victim's claws, tail and other limbs, the final stage of Deathwing, and thick flame tentacles sprouted from his body. These would easily require ten people to hug them.
The huge tentacles kept twisting and twisting, and with every shake, large chunks of volcanic ash and the like fell down.
Except for dirty gods like [Free Blue Bird] who expressed ecstasy, most viewers had a bad impression.
"What is he?" Jaina sat like a duck on the back of a dragon.
No one knows the extent of the psychological shadow of this princess of Kul Tiras.
It's so uncomfortable.
Finally, he had a chance to see his hometown again, but Deathwing went through his second transformation in the capital of Kul Tiras.
This is so dark!
In the center of the strait, the seawater boils like scalding preserved egg and lean meat porridge under ultra-high temperature. The broken body parts of Deathwing and the unlucky fish affected by the wave make the strait look ugly.
The next moment, a black shadow that was too big to have any friends stretched out from the strait, mixed with a large amount of sea water, and just landed on a modern shipyard on the shore.
That black shadow is clearly a claw of Deathwing!
Too big.
Just one nail on his paw is as tall as three people.
The five-story shipyard, which was as big as three football fields side by side, collapsed. The twisted iron roof and broken masonry were like a giant groaning in pain.
It was only then that Jaina saw that many green figures in the shipyard had become fleeing rats, emerging from the ruins one after another.
Jaina's whole body was completely numb.
My hometown has been defiled by trolls, and Deathwing has come to take another turn.
If this was not the hometown where she was born and raised, most of them would lament in their hearts: We can no longer keep this poor place.
The roar of Deathwing resounded throughout the three islands of Kul Tiras:
"Do you think this will kill me? Bah! You haven't done anything and I'm going to tear your world apart!"
With the declaration of domineering return, Deathwing, the inflatable dragon, doubled in size again, and the five dragon kings were dumbfounded.
Alexstrasza was so anxious that he yelled at someone: "No! We must accumulate strength and give him another [Dragon Soul]. Please buy us time... If you can, put it on him
Make a hole in a vital place."
McDonald still looked calm and shrugged: "Okay!"
Onyxia made a small jump and fell from the air, but was caught halfway by her new mount Theresa.
He intentionally or unintentionally ignored the grief-stricken Jaina and ordered: "Everyone listens to the order and chop off Deathwing's claws first. Whichever one he dares to stretch out, he will chop off whichever one he dares to stretch out!"
"Oh oh oh!" All the heroes agreed in unison.
It has to be said that Deathwing at this moment is full of momentum.
The half of his body that rose above the sea alone was two to three hundred meters high. With just a casual flick of the dragon's tail, the sea gate of Tiragarde Strait, which represented the people of Kul Tiran's sense of security, was easily shattered.
"Crack!"
What's the difference between that crisp popping sound and the wafer being broken?
On the surface, this is a battle with a serious asymmetry in strength between the two sides. One side of the coalition has only "pitifully small" mortals, while the other side is a world-destroying dragon with a body length of more than 500 meters.
"My name is Deathwing! Destroyer of Destiny! Terminator of all things! Unstoppable! Unable to disobey! I am the Cataclysm."
The flames soaring into the sky, the flying sand and rocks all over the strait, that ridiculously large body, this aura is not exaggerating, it is really a "Harbin"!
What a pity, have you forgotten that you were beaten away four times?
Without even having to greet someone from Mai, thousands of sand sculpture players immediately joined the atmosphere group and shouted in unison:
