Chapter 152 Make up your mind (5 more vomiting blood)
(Leader givemepower adds update 15/20)
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Not to mention useless, McDonald's troops are more like a mace slowly approaching Orgrim's chrysanthemum. The warchief knows that there is still a long way to go behind the main force of the orcs. It's like choking.
The feeling can make him almost angry to death.
Orgrim really thought about turning his gun around and shooting McDonald to death first.
But Mai is so stubborn!
With this line of turrets, unless the orcs possess epoch-making new weapons, they can only rely on their main force to attack.
Now that the orcs have lost their air supremacy, they can't even figure out how the troops are distributed among the human bunkers. Anyway, any tentative attack will be severely beaten back by the humans.
The Sun King is unhappy!
I send messages every day to urge someone to hurry up.
He, the old scumbag, had no choice. On March 20th, Goudan finally demolished the fourth rune stone in Yongge Forest. On this day, it was finally announced that all the wide-area magic defense systems of the high elves were broken.
Silvermoon City is like a young girl wearing only a gauze, blocked in a dead end by cruel orcs, with no power to resist except calling Ya Mie Die.
It's not like the elves haven't organized a counterattack.
Probably, the Japanese people were turned around, which is the biggest portrayal of the group of mage masters in the Silver Moon Council.
The Great Magister Belovar is known as the strongest magician under Anastrian, and his actions are considered to be sure-fire by all elves.
For this counterattack, Silver Moon City dispatched almost all its mobile forces.
Twenty-five thousand infantry, three thousand one-story-high combat magic puppets, one thousand [Spell Breakers] specifically targeting the Master, and a mage group composed of 500 official mages.
Maybe they can't compare to the orcs in terms of numbers, but this lineup can be called an all-star lineup. After all, including Belovar, there are a total of four Silver Moon Senators taking action.
pity……
The hunchbacked, thin, ugly, dirty orc Gul'dan in front of him, who looked like he would cough out his lungs at any time, was stronger than all Silvermoon councilors could imagine.
Before the four councilors came within 100 yards of Gul'dan, a horrific torture package was already being arranged.
"Ah! This is..." Councilor Darkan was horrified to find that the robe he had treasured for many years was rapidly melting under an inexplicable corrosive force.
The semi-god-level [Corrosion Technique] not only corrodes the opponent's body, but also slowly disintegrates all the opponent's non-artifact props.
"Ah——" a councilman screamed, his magic shield was ineffective.
Goudan's [Sacrifice] easily penetrated his resistance and turned him into a burning man. If he hadn't used several frost spells to hit himself, maybe at this moment? He would have been a dead man.
"Despicable orcs -" Belovar shouted, blasting a series of fireballs at Goudan.
Looking from a distance, it looks like an erupting active volcano pouring the wrath of nature on the short and dirty orcs.
What a pity? It’s useless! It’s all useless!
After Goudan easily sacrificed a summoned Void Walker, the halo around him easily offset the flames sprayed towards him.
When the rose-red beam of light connected Belovar's chest and Goudan's withered fingers? The battle was over.
"Ah! This is... the power of the soul!?" Belovar's soul came out.
The real [Soul Absorption] is not just as simple as causing shadow damage, it is a soul attack that ignores all elemental shields. Unless it is a successful resistance at the soul level? No matter how high your magic power is, you are still a younger brother.
The dignified Grand Magister was knocked down in an instant, curled up like a shrimp, and rolled on the ground desperately.
"Hahaha! Sweet soul!" Gul'dan licked his tongue. On his dry and slender fingers, there was already a red crystal about the size of half a palm. This was what he forcibly extracted from Belovar.
Soul Fragments].
And the fourth councilor?
Haha! Is that guy hit by the [Fear Spell]? He was so frightened from just now that he didn’t even notice that he was already covered in fire.
To be honest, as long as Goudan wants to, Councilor Silveryue is just a dish in his hand, and he can eat it whenever he wants.
I have to say? This is the sadness of the elves and their luck.
From beginning to end, Gul'dan didn't pay much attention to those people with long ears.
After taking down the strongest mages, Gul'dan worked extremely hard and turned on the [Indiscriminate Killing] mode.
The elemental interference special effects of the Elf Spellbreaker are meaningless to Godan who uses the power of shadow. Shadow magic is not an elemental magic in the first place.
The first, the second...the tenth hellfire fell from the sky. These humanoid demonic creatures with green flames all over their bodies sounded the trumpet of defeat for the elves.
The magical puppet that was supposed to show off its power was almost like a toy in front of the four-story Hellfire.
If you hit it with a fiery fist, one of the magic puppets will surely shatter on the spot.
And the wide-area [group fear] really caused collective fear.
The elf could no longer tell whether this was a terrifying scene that he had imagined out of thin air in his mind, or whether the enemy was really so terrifying.
The elven army collapsed.
Orgrim took the opportunity to cover up the attack and advanced the battle line to Silvermoon City in one go.
At this moment, McDonald is still in the Northland Fortress... drinking tea!
"McDonald's, you, you, you can't..." Vereesa looked like she was about to cry.
McDonald took a sip of black tea: "Do you have any misunderstanding about me?"
Vereesa mustered up the courage, straightened her chest and abdomen, and looked directly at McDonald with her beautiful eyes: "In Grim Batol, I thought you would be the kind of hero who would be more courageous and upright."
McDonald took another sip of black tea and glanced at the lazy red-haired lady not far away: "The judgment of the entire alliance at that time was... if the entire Red Dragon Legion, from the young dragon to the Red Dragon Queen, were all captured by the orcs,
If we dominate, then humans and dwarves will be wiped off the map of this world. If I don’t work hard, how can I talk about the future?”
"but……"
"When many people face desperate situations, they will burst out with amazing courage and create so-called miracles. For example, a weak mother will fight to the death with a beast in order to protect her child. Maybe, on that day, I was a hero in your eyes. But in the big world
Most of the time, I am a lord who is responsible for the lives of millions of people."
Vereesa fell silent.
She has her position, and McDonald's has his own.
No one is right!
But it was still the overly young lord who took the initiative.
Vereesa was patient, she had been patient, hoping to make the true hero in her heart change her mind, lead the army to march forward, and save the suffering elves. Unexpectedly, no matter what she said, or even her seductive hints, this guy would
Unmoved.
"Okay! I don't blame you. I'm going to go to the battlefield with my sisters. I hope that when your army arrives, they can pick up the bones of our sisters." Vereesa stood up suddenly, and when she turned around, she shed a crystal teardrop.
flew out.
Very unexpectedly, McDonald suddenly grabbed Veresa and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Veresa's eyes with his right hand.
"I prefer to see tears of joy than tears of sadness and despair."
"You..." Veresa couldn't believe her ears, and even her voice trembled: "You agreed to attack?"
McDonald smiled faintly: "Actually, the last weapon was ready last night. I just couldn't make up my mind. Now I think that letting the orcs go to hell is the most correct choice."
Vereesa was so excited that she couldn't control herself. She had no idea that what really drove someone to make up his mind was the news relayed by an operator through the system - confirming that Gul'dan was taking Cho'gall and other die-hards to sail west.
