As the pterodactyl god Paku surged forward, he gathered an invisible force in the air, and even the air pressure dropped by a few points for a while.
The anti-aircraft guns on the Ebon Fortress poured down bullets like a hail of bullets, but not a single shell could get closer than three hundred meters away from Paku. It formed a huge arrow, pointing straight towards the fortress.
For a moment, the defenders in the fortress felt nervous.
"call!"
It’s so abrupt!
The clouds in the sky were torn apart by a sudden strong wind.
They were countless wind elemental soldiers condensed into entities.
One of the largest, rotating tornadoes, had a pair of human-shaped arms and two lightning eyes as bright as searchlights.
It was obviously more than just a wind, because all the pterodactyls felt a huge coercion descending on the battlefield.
His majestic voice immediately resounded throughout the battlefield: "Ignorant beast! Who gave you the courage to challenge the supreme Emperor Stratholme?"
He is naturally the current wind elemental lord Sunderland, and his thunderous voice shocked the entire audience as soon as he spoke.
"Let that McEnroe die." What Paku said was not the common language, but the older elemental language. Ordinary people couldn't understand it. McDonnell could only understand it with the help of system translation.
McDonald's didn't have to be angry when he was scolded. Of course, there were workers to help him stand up.
"You wanton beast!" Sunderland waved a giant version of the wind sword, shooting out a curved lightning that was 20 meters wide and 300 meters long in mid-air.
The lightning struck Paku's wings and exploded into thunder snakes all over the sky. The pterodactyl screamed in pain and rolled nearly a hundred meters from mid-air before regaining its balance.
Paku suffered a big loss in one encounter. It was okay, at least it had a chance to fight back. Its descendants were not so lucky.
Sunderland's wind elemental troops swarmed up and began to attack these pterodactyls.
What makes Paku even more mad is that the anti-aircraft artillery array of Ebon Blade Fortress opened fire again. This time the anti-aircraft artillery used standard TNT gunpowder machine shells, which have minimal impact on elemental creatures and can even ignore the bodies of wind elemental creatures.
, just wear it and hit it.
The only ones that really took a beating were the pterodactyls.
The barrage extended forward infinitely, repeatedly striking the group of pterodactyls that were already invincible to the wind elemental troops.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere among the dragons, and the blown-up pterodactyl limbs fell to the ground below like hailstones.
Some of them even hit the alliance position. Even if the ordinary soldiers below hurriedly hid in the bunker, most of them hid, but a few unlucky ones were still trapped by the smashed pterodactyl limbs, and they screamed for a while.
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So, a helmet made of nickel-copper cannot protect against goblin Gatling machine shells, but it can effectively protect against shrapnel from the old dwarf front-loading musket, or messy splashes. It gives you an extra chance of survival.
As the saying goes, when gods fight, mortals suffer.
The Alliance defense line was placed underneath, making it impossible to retreat, and the bunkers could not cover all the trenches. Any casualties could only be considered necessary battle losses.
No one has noticed these losses yet.
Regardless of whether we are the enemy or not, all eyes are focused on the grand battle in the sky.
Two giants fought over the southern plains of Dazar'alor, and the vibrations of the wind element blew away countless clouds. If this battle took place on land, it would probably destroy a town in an instant and leave dozens of blocks intact.
It screamed and groaned in the thunder and lightning, and even caused fires and other things.
This is hundreds of meters high in the air where there is no other power than the wind element.
The only thing you can rely on is the wind element.
Perhaps Paku is the king of the sky in the eyes of the trolls, but unfortunately in the eyes of the real sky overlord, the wind elemental lord Sunderland, the number one aerial combat king of the Loa gods is nothing more than that.
The history of the God of the Wild can be traced back to the period of the Dark Empire. Even though Al'Akir, the wind elemental lord, was the most arrogant of the four elemental lords, he also worked as a dog for the ancient god.
It also depends on who you compare with.
Even if Al'Akir pulls his hips, he still dominates, with a territory of more than 10,000 square kilometers on the dark continent.
Except for the white deer god Malorne, the other gods of the wilderness are just small characters guarding hundreds of square kilometers of woods or wilderness. The two sides are not on the same level at all.
After his wings were struck by the thunder and lightning of the large wind sword for four consecutive rounds, Paku finally couldn't hold on anymore, and his movements were obviously delayed for a moment. The bigger Sunderland seized the opportunity to make a condescending thrust, fiercely.
Stab Pakku in the waist.
Sunderland flipped his wrist and pulled the wind sword that had penetrated deeply into the dragon's body. A ten-meter-long burnt black blood mark immediately appeared, and the bright dragon's blood spurted out on the spot along with some internal organ fragments.
The pterodactyl dragon god let out a mournful cry and fell from the air covered in bruises.
It crashed to the ground, and its huge body instantly created a huge circular pit in the fertile ground.
The earth seemed to make a painful sound at this moment, and what was even more painful was actually the Zandalar Troll!
This is one of the supreme gods that they have worshiped and believed in for more than 10,000 years!
Paku's attack was like a war hammer, shattering their arrogant hearts. When the news of Paku's defeat spread by word of mouth among the trolls, the consequences spread in all directions like a plague.
No one expected that the big one was still behind.
Paku fell to the ground, and before he could get up in a panic, he was suddenly shocked to find that he was surrounded.
At some point, a huge, beautiful blue dragon and a huge, fierce black dragon appeared around him. The two giant dragons hovering in mid-air formed a triangle of force with the slowly descending Wind Lord Sunderland.
Momentum, keep an eye on it.
Sunderland's thundering voice echoed on the battlefield: "My lord! Will this guy be killed?"
"Kill or not?" the two giant dragons shouted.
The next second, the sandrider players who were not too concerned about watching the excitement were either driving tanks, mechas, or popping up from somewhere.
"Oh! Such an ugly dragon doesn't look good at all."
"It's useless to keep it and it's a waste of food."
"Kill him!"
"Kill, kill, kill!"
After a brief discussion, hundreds of sand players began to chant in unison rhythmically:
"Kill kill kill"
The corners of McDonald's mouth were secretly twitching, and he was wondering about the little notebook in the player's mind. Could he know?
For the sake of mounts, they can travel to every corner of Azeroth, squat in various pits, and spawn monsters in various ways. This kind of mount mania is common to almost every player who has traveled to Aixing.
Players can ride pterodactyls in the game. The method is to farm pterodactyls, get a pterodactyl egg, and then go to Pterodactyl Highlands to find Paku to exchange for a pterodactyl mount [Kuya Feng], and get an achievement by the way.
【How to Train Your Dragon】.(To be continued.)
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