A large number of chaotic fallen forest creatures kept coming out of the twisted jungle behind Lao Sai, and a good boss battle was launched, which created the momentum of a duel between the two armies.
There are so many degenerates that they can reach four figures in the blink of an eye. This situation is outrageous!
McDonald: I made a copy of 25, and you made it into a World of Warcraft version of "Total War" for me!?
Seeing that a large number of Trident elite operators were also suppressed, Uther became a little anxious. While waving his giant sword, he shouted: "McDonald's, what should I do!?"
McDonald turned to ask the night elves: "Nalarex! Tyrande! Are you sure you want to risk the redemption of Cenarius at the expense of the entire League of Heroes!? The opponent's biggest weakness is obviously Cenarius.
itself!"
Tyrande remained silent, and the pressure instantly came to the Druids.
Looking at the endless flow of fallen forest creatures, Naralex's purple face turned completely pale.
Cenarius's hand-to-hand combat with novices was a fact known to the entire alliance.
Even if there is no scandal in this life about yelling at his father and killing him with an axe, being killed by Archimonde is an indisputable fact.
In order to redeem and purify, the premise is that the heroes can completely suppress Cenarius, and it is best to capture him, so that they can have enough time to beat his spirit and see if they can awaken it.
In such a situation, how can you ask Naralex to speak?
The key is that his prestige as a great druid is not enough to convince the public.
If Tyrande was asked to speak, of course McDonald would try his best to sell her face. After all, the night elves still have a very important vote in the throne meeting.
Naralex?
Who is he?
But Broll was too young, and Hamuul was a tauren, so he was not suitable for overstepping the rules.
At this moment, he was literally being roasted on the fire, and he hesitated for three seconds.
"We really can't save Lord Cenarius, we can only mourn for him..."
Okay! I'm just waiting for this sentence from you.
"Uther!" McDonald shouted.
Lao Wu immediately made a big move.
Wherever the holy light passed, a piece of flesh and blood mixed with a large amount of sawdust exploded.
Ever since the [Ashbringer] was created, except for Lao Wu, who has an outrageous mental power, anyone else who dares to kill the enemy in this way will soon be drained.
It has to be said that when it comes to making breakthroughs without hesitation of physical and mental strength, the efficiency is still very high.
After the Holy Light Cannon blasted through, an ashes passage 30 meters wide and 100 meters long suddenly appeared in front of us.
There is no obstacle in front of Cenarius!
At this moment, other fallen forest creatures came to kill them, trying to encircle them again.
I saw an elemental bomb falling from the sky and exploding among three rows of fallen creatures in an instant. Almost in the blink of an eye, more than three squadrons of fallen creatures were completely wiped out.
"Kill!" Lao Niu and Er Sha, the two big MTs, launched [Charge] without thinking about their own safety, pulling out a string of dazzling afterimages in everyone's field of vision.
The ones who followed closely were naturally a group of chopper teams led by Valeela and Maiev.
It's not that there weren't more fallen green baby dragons coming to kill them, but unfortunately, halfway through the flight, they all became dead souls shot by the Windrunners' arrows.
The entire group of heroes broke out collectively, just for one goal, to clear the way for McDonald!
Every hero firmly believes that the explosive power of this Alliance God of War will never let everyone down.
[God of War Charge] It's awesome!
Faced with the menacing McDonald's, it's not like Lao Sai didn't try to resist.
A ten-meter-tall tree man appeared almost out of thin air. It jumped out of the bloody vortex of nothingness and stood in front of McDonald. The total time it took was no more than one second.
No one expected that this behemoth would be lifted off like a cardboard doll under the terrifying impact of [War God Charge] after adding the wind element, and then fly backwards heavily, falling back into the bloody vortex.
Along the way, there were thorns, elves, and deer. McDonald was stunned to crush these sudden blockers like a siege chariot.
When McDonald's gleaming figure suddenly appeared on Cenarius's chest, there was unconcealable horror on the face of the fallen demigod.
"Sleep with your sister! Get up and have fun!" Biao said a foreign word that Cenarius could never understand, and MacDonald had a winner's smile on his lips.
McDonald raised his antler sword high and stabbed Cenarius's wooden chest covered with nightmare crystal clusters with a lightning spear.
As an auxiliary demigod who relies on his younger brother for a living, melee combat has never been Cenarius's strong point.
Even though the fallen Cenarius can summon thousands of troops, in fact, when faced with a real protruding-faced demon, any heavy blow of sufficient weight can be the straw that breaks the camel's back.
After a blazing white thunder, lightning passed through its chest.
The three-story-tall fallen demigod's entire body exploded like a watermelon.
The Alliance side burst into excited cheers.
Only a few great druids were disappointed. For them, they both won and failed.
The surrounding fallen forest creatures lost the control of Cenarius. They were originally rushing towards the alliance heroes, but now they were obviously unable to follow up. Without Cenarius, the center that transmits power to them, their bodies began to collapse rapidly.
, and was sucked back into the huge nightmare vortex behind.
"This is...Father's horn!?"
By some small miracle, Cenarius only had the area above the collarbone and one right arm left, and he suddenly woke up at the last moment.
The man in front of him holding the Lightning Divine Sword let the strong wind blow up the cloak behind him, with a lamenting expression on his face.
"Yes! I wonder if you remember that ten thousand years ago, your father Malorne gave me its antler fragments so that I could fight against the evil in the world!"
"It turns out it's you... Oh my God... What on earth did I do... It seems that I have let my father down..." Cenarius closed his eyes in pain.
"Most of your sins cannot be washed away. But is there anything you can do?"
"What is it? As long as I can do it..." Cenarius's eyes flashed with hope.
"Your disciple Malfurion has been cursed by a powerful undead and is wandering in pain on the border between life and death. If you hand over part of your power, you might be able to save him." McDonald said.
When he said this, Tyrande who was surrounding him suddenly felt his heart tremble.
Ah! He still cares about me...
Not to mention Tyrande, the hearts of the great druids were also beating with excitement.
Naralex is too weak, Hamuul is a foreigner, Broll is too young, and none of the great druids can serve as a banner. If Malfurion can be rescued, at least the druid can
It will save you.
"Okay!" Cenarius did not hesitate. The bark on his face had begun to wither quickly, but at the end, he touched his eyebrow with his arm, and an emerald green light spot floated out, swaying leisurely.
It landed precariously in Tyrande's palm.
"I don't know...if I still have a chance to be resurrected! If not, the way of nature in the future will be left to Malfurion!"
Cenarius, the demigod king of the forest, died twice!
