As an unscientific fantasy world, Azeroth has many things in its history that are more powerful than nuclear bombs.
Speaking further, there is the [Focusing Iris] made with the power of the blue dragon, which can destroy Theramore Island with one blow.
At a later point in time, Sargeras's [Sun-Earth] Divine Sword penetrated the planet Azeroth, and the entire Silithus region was in a mess.
McDonald's memory of gadgets that can destroy his own territory is definitely fresh in his mind.
Stratholme City is okay for the time being, but what about the magic sword that destroyed Kaolin Crossing?
Isn't the Andorhal Fortress in this life more valuable than the Kaolin Junction where there was fierce resistance in history?
Without the fortress, Andorhal, a major grain-producing province, would be undefendable. Falling into the hands of the Scourge is an inevitable outcome. The only difference lies in the price paid.
The moment he saw the broken sword, McDonald cursed in his heart whether Old Taizi had a son... Well, the second idiot is my brother, so that's okay.
At this moment, the Alliance soldiers who were rushing towards McDonald felt a terrifying evil aura pouring out from the broken sword.
Anyone with a good sense of perception will be able to understand what it is at a glance - it is millions of human resentments! The pain they suffered at the last moment before death, and the resentment they exuded, spit out from their mouths
The most vicious curse...
All the negative energy gathered together became the power of [Frostmourne]! Apparently, Terenas injected part of the power into Marduk's black sword.
As soon as the resentment came out, everyone felt that the last temperature of the night was leaving them with fear, and the evil cold was dominating the darkness and taking over the earth under their feet.
The Alliance soldiers lowered their heads subconsciously and found that their feet were full of colorful snakes and insects.
Day and night, the fortress roars with artillery, which has already driven away all the birds.
At this time, I saw countless insects emerging from every corner of the earth and fleeing in all directions.
This is the biological instinctive fear of death!
The evil power that was as rich as black sesame paste overflowed, and even Marduk, as the master, dared not touch it. Just like throwing away a lit firecracker, Marduk threw the broken sword into the middle of the fortress square.
The terrifying corrosion melted the ground rapidly, spreading to the size of a basketball court in just a few breaths.
Within the fortress, the statues of the Naaru and the sages, large and small, were symbolically emitting their final glow, in an attempt to prevent the spread of this corrosive force of death that weighed millions of people.
The familiar holiness in the air was quickly overwhelmed, and the eyes of the sages and saints seemed to become anxious.
The surrounding Alliance soldiers are as eager as the sages for a hero who can save the entire province to step forward!
They subconsciously set their sights on McDonald.
Unexpectedly, it was Marduk in black who spoke first: "Hahaha! If you can stop it, just try to stop it! I really want to know if you can resist the impact of the resentment of millions of wronged souls. Hahaha!
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Amid laughter, Marduk jumped up and mounted the skeletal gryphon that swooped down to meet him. Not only him, but all the death knights were evacuating.
The empty sky echoed with the wanton and frivolous laughter of the death knights.
"Hahaha!"
"Hahahahaha!"
At this moment, a golden light struck the hilt of the sword.
"[Smite]...ah! Ineffective!" Liadrin arrived. As a high-level priest, her power of holy light was definitely not weak, but the holy attack she used with all her strength was like being thrown into a dark mire.
The light of the small match went out within a few seconds.
no!
Too far!
If you want to deal with this thing, you don't need a holy weapon of the level of [Ashbringer]. Where did [Ashbringer] come from at this moment?
At the critical moment, McDonald suddenly discovered that the mark on the broken black sword in the system was actually "unowned object"!
"Wait a minute! If I get it like the [Devil's Soul], can I..." McDonald almost murmured and stretched out his hand towards the broken sword.
But as soon as he stretched out his hand, as if sensing McDonald's intention, countless resentments suddenly changed direction and rushed towards McDonald, scaring him into a moonwalk and retreating thirty meters away in one breath.
It’s over!
This thing is evil!
It seems that no one with good intentions can touch this magic sword.
It is possible that the demon sword became even more angry because it was betrayed by its former owner. It began to spin crazily on the spot, and the black sword blade drew streaks of sword light, forming a black arc blade like a shock wave, which spread out.
A tank parked fifty meters away was cut and easily cut in half. The cut was very sharp at first, but the next second it was corroded and melted by the black substance.
[Chu Jiayun] came over: "Damn it! This thing feels comparable to Cthulhu! [Junchen Tianya], how about you come on?"
[Junchen Tianya] shook his head crazily: "No, I have eaten meat smashed by Cthulhu's elder... It is one thing that I can bear it, but this thing is like running a salvage company in the toilet. It's disgusting."
When McDonald heard this, he felt that something was wrong: "[Junchen], I need your help!"
"Fart! This thing is beyond the contract!"
Mai suddenly had an idea: "No nonsense! Teacher Fukada will teach you one-on-one for seven days!"
[Junchen Tianya] immediately showed an expression of pain and hesitation on his face: "How Azeroth is none of my business..."
"Joined with teacher Mikami for tutoring!"
[Junchen Tianya] slapped his chest on the spot and said with integrity: "Wow! Protect Azeroth! Everyone has a responsibility!"
This guy pounced with a bark!
Should I say that he is worthy of being the leader of the Evil God Cult?
Blessed by the spiritual power of the Cthulhu system, he actually rushed over like the wind and waves, and the terrifying black corrosive liquid detoured in front of him.
One step, two steps...dozens of steps.
When [Junchen Tianya] touched the black hilt of the broken sword, the terrifying resentment immediately stopped and continued to spurt out.
At the same time, dozens of blood pillars suddenly shot out from his right hand.
[Junchen] shouted with a grimace: "Boss, I can't hold this thing!"
McDonald shouted: "Run out! If you are a man, just hold on for 30 seconds!"
【Junchen Tianya】Pitianpidian dragged the increasingly uncontrollable broken sword out of the black water area: "What now!?"
【God of War Charge】!
Hmm! Such a big [Junchen Tianya] was like a home run fly ball. It flew out with a "whoosh" and crossed the outer wall of Andorhal Fortress.
Originally, [Junchen] would only fall near the city gate, but who would have thought that a group of sand sculpture players, masters, would relay the magic with wind elements. In the end, [Yunwei] rode a griffin to catch the creature and throw it three kilometers away from the outer wall.
Outside.
"Bang!" A dark mushroom cloud soared west of Andorhal Fortress.
