When the system prompted the boss to burp, some players who had been chasing the [Dark Gourmet] achievement rushed forward. They took all kinds of strange gadgets and dismantled the shell brother into eight hundred pieces.
The heroes work as usual.
N'Zoth won't come out?
So cool?
Very good, then we will rest where we are.
Those who distributed equipment, those who changed equipment, and those who drank water and took a nap were all doing their own things in an orderly manner.
The heroes prepared so rigorously for the final battle that Azshara was stunned for a moment. She only knew that the alliance heroes were invincible, but she didn't know what the situation would be like when the heroes faced the enemy.
Once she saw this, her confidence became even stronger.
She accidentally caught a glimpse of McDonald holding N'zoth's portrait and pretending to look at it. She mustered up the courage to go over and said, "Leader, are you worried?"
She regretted it as soon as she asked. Doesn't this imply that the League of Heroes are afraid?
After all, she is the one who is really worried.
Once the battle is defeated, all the heroes will either be defeated or captured. Needless to say, she will definitely be the worst one.
"Worried?" McDonald smiled evilly and tapped the color picture dictated by Azshara and painted by Stratholme's court painter with the back of his finger: "I'm thinking that N'Zoth will die better than we did before.
Those three ancient gods are really a bit..."
"Something?"
"Hmm..." As if hesitating for a moment, the foodie surnamed Mai still said it: "Look at the other ancient gods who are domineering. C'Thun's big eyes are bright and bright, and Yogg-Saron's mouth is full of food."
, and Enzos, isn’t this guy just a boiled cuttlefish?”
"What?"
Azshara and the heroes around her were stunned for a moment, their brains blank for a second or two, and then many people smiled knowingly.
Heroes are often big bosses of various companies, so they need to be elegant. Sand-charming players don't, they just laugh out loud.
[Huai Xiu]: "Yes! It's the one we often order when we eat hot pot."
[Lance Qin]: "Q-bomb, soft and smooth, chewy, and a little crispy."
[Micro ss0shnee]: "Put the mandarin duck pot on top, and then arrange the chopped green onion, minced garlic, oil, peanut butter, sesame oil, and chili shreds."
The serious atmosphere of the painting that was originally filled with tension before the war was instantly distorted.
Azshara's face was embarrassed.
If these guys were ignorant bumpkins, her majestic queen would certainly not bother to talk to them.
The history of the Trident Legion can be traced back to the First War of the Dark Portal. They participated in the crusade against all the ancient gods, elemental lords, and black dragon legions. With such a glorious legion, it is impossible to say that they are just thugs.
She could only soften her tone: "Are you really not afraid?"
"Afraid!" [Integrity Knight Coin] chuckled: "Didn't you see that the tears of fear are already dripping from the corners of our mouths?"
【sally】: "Hahaha! Slow down, there won't even be minced meat left."
Or you are big-hearted!
Maybe Kuoda!
More confidence!
Absolute confidence!
With such a powerful legion and a group of powerful leaders, Azshara could not imagine the possibility of their defeat at this moment.
These guys are using their happiness to build skyscrapers on top of the pain of the Old Gods.
Azshara thought to herself: Are you the only ones who base your happiness on the pain of the ancient gods? What a coincidence! Me too.
A strange sense of excitement dominated her body, making her a little impatient, thinking about truly integrating into the team and becoming a member of this legend of conquering the ancient gods.
Before embarking on the final journey, Diamond King Magni suddenly spoke up: "I don't mean to underestimate the Trident Legion, but I want to add an extra layer of insurance to this battle."
As he spoke, he took out a large number of identical necklaces from his space bag.
"Huh?" McDonald and other players and time-travelers suddenly felt that their livers hurt.
Any player who has experienced that period of gaming career will never forget that this thing was the [Heart of Azeroth] that tortured players for a whole game version.
"This is a gift from the star soul of Azeroth..." Magni's explanation was more aimed at other heroes.
The time travelers looked embarrassed, knowing that everything was the result of chaotic fate.
N'Zoth jumped out in advance before the Burning Legion arrived. This led to the result that the fallen titan Sargeras's weapon pierced the entire Silithus area and even half of the Star, and its length alone was more than 10,000 meters. The great sword has not fallen yet.
If Ai Xing had not been seriously injured on the physical level, there would not have been a large amount of planet energy essence [Azerite] sprayed out all over the world, and there would not have been this mass-produced version of the [Ai Xin] necklace to help repair the planet's injuries.
Unexpectedly, history took a small circle here and gave everyone [Ai Xin] through the hands of Magni.
At least at this moment, this thing is a limited edition treasure, and as soon as you use it, the system prompts that the level of this [Ai Xin] is almost full.
Magni warned: "It should be able to help everyone effectively resist N'Zoth's crazy mental erosion. But please remember, this is a dead thing after all, and the power contained in it is limited. We cannot prolong the battle at will. Otherwise, with our physical strength and spirit, we cannot be a match for a genuine ancient god."
"Understood." All the heroes agreed in unison.
The road ahead is wide open, and the dark power pouring out from the depths of the underground palace is so strong that it has turned into substance. From a distance, it looks like turtle jelly, piece by piece, almost solid.
"Hmph!" Uther raised the [Ashbringer].
With the next breath, [Ashbringer] was like the dawn light that dispersed the darkness of the night, suppressing the black power with all its might.
N'Zos was visibly alarmed.
That magnetic, deep male voice was like a bell, reverberating in the ears of all intruders, constantly vibrating their spiritual seas.
At this moment, each hero felt a heavy pressure on his chest, squeezing his chest and compressing his lungs. It always felt like every time he exhaled, he could no longer take in more air.
Not only has the air in the atmosphere become as turbid as sesame paste, the chaotic and sticky feeling is even more unbearable.
"Pathetic mortals! You know nothing of my power."
"Just a whisper!"
"The guardian of the earth surrenders to my will..."
"Your struggles are meaningless!"
"Your world will eventually become my plaything"
With the announcement of N'Zoth's death, the huge biological wall that originally blocked everyone's eyes suddenly collapsed, revealing a huge open space as large as the [Bird's Nest] stadium.
The purple-blue ground was filled with terrifying spiritual energy.
Everyone realizes that this is the final stage prepared for everyone by the owner of this place, Enzos.
