In the world of Azeroth, if your own mount is ridden by the opponent, it is no different from being green, let alone being ridden by a mortal enemy.
This extremely intense humiliation made the four younger brothers on each side feel extremely angry.
What's more, at the same time, the anger, sadness and other emotions of the elite brothers on both sides before they died were also poured into it.
To highlight the point, this is the Emerald Dream, a space that cannot be directly reached by the Lich King's spiritual control.
Mental control is time-sensitive. The stronger your mental power is, the easier it is to break free.
After entering, the Elf Lich and Troll Death Knight were actually in a semi-out of control state, but they knew that their bodies were still in the Temple of Death and did not dare to cause trouble.
Not resisting the Lich King does not mean that you dare not beat the opponent!
The high elves' eyes that coexist with contempt and disdain are the most powerful [group taunt]!
"Damn long-eared thief!"
"Dirty green monster!"
The old hatred of thousands of years, the new hatred of destroying the country.
At this point, there is no need to agitate for anything more.
After the standard racial discrimination words, the irrepressible emotions immediately turned into actions.
The turbulent flow of magic elements, the mysterious power of curses, and the evil animal spirits turned into bright streams of light, pouring towards each other.
As soon as they met, they saw three figures turned into victims of the raging elements, beaten to a bloody pulp, with their limbs twisted and disfigured.
Among them are two trolls and one elf.
See blood!
There's been a murder!
Even if both parties are already undead, this Liangzi, no, the short-term peaceful situation between each other under the suppression of the Lich King has been completely broken.
The scars are torn open, which is the bloody hatred accumulated over thousands of years.
Thousands of years ago, the elves ended the rule of the troll empire.
For seven thousand years, Quel'Thalas and the Amani trolls have been fighting continuously.
Even if the Sun King and Zuljin knew that these damn humans were fanning the flames, even if the hook was straight, they still had to bite it at this moment!
After the bosses of both sides left the field, the battle was decided within a minute.
Despite how fiercely the trolls fight, their top level combat power is really not as good as the elves.
At the expense of the Blood Queen and Prince Teldaran, the elves won the conflict with 2 for 5.
Looking at the dream door that opened in front of him, the Sun King's face was as dark as water, without any sense of pride as a winner - if he really followed the principle that if he died in the Emerald Dream, he would die outside, that would be okay. The problem is that he can
It was clear that Zujin's spiritual bodies were completely returned to Icecrown Citadel.
Humans do it on purpose!
It is completely conceivable that once the two parties lose the suppression of the Lich King after they go out, then...
This time, it is definitely a real killing and heart-breaking!
The Sun King looked in one direction of the dream with his telepathy, and gritted his teeth: "Damn humans! You are so poisonous!"
Away in a dream zone, the beautiful human girl player [Dawn's Appointment] had a pretty face that turned into a yandere. She held her own face and said the most terrifying words in the sweetest voice: "I am nothing."
The devil!"
The sand sculpture players went crazy and caused trouble, which directly became the trigger for the civil war among the Scourge Legion!
However, the title on the sand sculpture player's notepad is just...
"Two or three things about the Trident Legion opening a copy of WOW in Azeroth to teach indigenous NPCs to open up wasteland".
Well, the author is [I want to go back to my childhood].
This title is outrageous. People are starting a civil war. In the eyes of sand sculpture players...that's it!?
On the other side, Ysera was speechless, her dragon heart beating non-stop.
In terms of force, it is common for a giant dragon to kill a hundred thousand humans.
When it comes to playing with the soul, the green dragon will be defeated by these humans.
Murder and heart-wrenching!
Even if you don’t kill people, you will be heartbroken!
Given some low-intensity dream space, the Trident guys have already done so many tricks. Ysera simply can't imagine what these guys will become if more permissions are opened.
Even after tens of thousands of years, Ysera still doesn't quite understand why Neltharion was corrupted by the whispers of the ancient gods. After all, he didn't experience it himself!
Looking back now, a sentence that seems a bit ridiculous comes to mind, that is -
The ancient god is actually by my side!?
No matter how much McDonald tried to insinuate and say nice things, Ysera refused to give him any more authority.
"Thank you for your cooperation, but I firmly believe that the Green Dragon Legion can defend the Emerald Dream!"
Ysela insisted, but McDonald was also desperate!
Damn it, you Green Dragons are really capable of handling this, so you won’t have to throw all your troops into the street in the future.
"Okay! Since you insist, Ysera, I don't have anything to say. I'll only be in the way. I'll lead the people to evacuate." McDonald walked away gracefully. With a greeting, the bad guys evacuated one after another.
Put yourself into this dream world.
The Trident people left so simply, which made Ysera feel that she owed a lot to McDonald.
Looking at his disappearing back, Ysera murmured to herself: "Did I see him wrong?"
In the system channel, the sand sculpture players were wailing.
【Tulip God】: "I haven't had enough fun yet!"
McDonald was not angry: "Don't worry, we will go back to play. By the way, don't you think the Emerald Dream is a place like the Earth?"
"Where?" sand sculpture players asked one after another.
"The stock market!"
"Grass!"
"Stop talking, let's prepare for the battle in Silver Pine Forest."
"Okay, boss, you win."
McDonald sent away the group of idiots, began to escape from dream consciousness, and returned to reality again.
Ah! What is it that covers my eyes this time?
Hey! Wait, something seems wrong.
The legs of Liadrin and Kallia don't feel this way. The former is stronger, while the latter is soft.
The feeling on the back of my head now is between the two, toned yet soft.
McDonald felt that his whole body was not well. He was about to move his head away, but who knew that the other party pressed his outer temple with one hand and pinched his throat deliberately: "Guess who I am?"
Your sister! Maybe this is a gift!
In fact, out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of silver hair.
If he really had time, McDonald wouldn't mind teasing her and telling her some heart-wrenching answers like "Lee, Alleria?" or "Sylvanas".
Life is not easy, the traveler sighs.
"Here, Veresa, I have something serious to do!"
"I know! I'm just teasing you." Vereesa gently held Macdonald's neck, moved his head out, and let him see the light of day again.
Looking at that smiling face, Macdonald was really not in trouble.
How should I put it, ever since he lost control and used facial cleanser, the girls around him started to flock to him.
This... if I feel bad, I will pass away here!
"Veresa, I..."
"It's okay, at worst I'll wait for you for a hundred years!"
McDonald suddenly choked. Sure enough, if you live long, you can do whatever you want.
