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Chapter 472 Greetings from the Ancient God?

"Emergency report! Emergency report!" Ever since Lao Mo demoted Renault, little girl Sally Whitemane has chosen a completely different path. Studying the way of the Holy Light is certainly an important part of life, and she also works part-time as a

The spokesperson of the alliance broadcasts alliance news to the general public.

According to McDonald, the Alliance members have the right to know the latest major events.

So, in the beautiful female voice of the lady with big white legs, everyone knew the cruel fact that the Burning Legion had arrived!

Especially when the scene of Archimonde destroying the Greymane Wall with one domineering move came out, countless people in the Alliance screamed.

Destroy the city with one strike!

What a terrible monster!

Is there really any chance of winning against such a monster?

Without giving the people in the league a chance to react, they immediately broadcast the speech "Never Give Up" by league commander McDonald!

Miss Sally didn't quite understand what was going on with the images sent by those Trident people, so she just played them.

When that highly inflammatory speech was delivered, the accompanying pictures were one five-second frame after another.

In the first five seconds, orcs were ravaging the Eastern Kingdom.

In the second five seconds, the orcs display the northern fortress in Beijing.

In the third five seconds, the undead natural disaster flooded the city of Lordaeron.

When the final scene was fixed on the Alliance flag flying over the ruins of Lordaeron, Sally's voice sounded again.

"The league chief is right when he says never give up!"

"We in the alliance have survived every time we faced disaster."

"It was like this in the past, and it will be like this in the future!"

"Let us continue to fight! Work hard to drive out evil"

The words spoken by the sonorous rose incite every heart.

The hearts of the Alliance people became hot.

The farmer silently picked up his hoe.

Workers who had just finished get off work went back to the factory gate and queued up again.

The foreman quietly adjusted the schedule.

The soldier gently wiped his weapon.

The entire alliance was already a well-oiled machine, but at this moment, it finally entered the stage of operating at the highest speed.

Macdonald didn't even expect that his speech would make the two sons of destiny so excited that they could not calm down for a long time.

Arthas's once dark eyes suddenly became clear. As a high-level executive in the alliance, he could see more things. For example, when Archimonde destroyed the city, the focus of his eyes fell on his sister Kaliya. When he

He felt relieved when he saw his sister hugging McDonald's hand without reservation.

"McDonald, you are right. If you don't want to take responsibility, someone will naturally step up and become the light of hope for mankind. But when you said this, you didn't expect that that light of hope would actually be

Just yourself."

Is it teasing?

Is it self-deprecating?

Or lament the wonder of fate?

Alsace himself didn't even know.

Far away in Stormwind City in the Southern Continent, young Varian looked at McDonald in trance: "Big brother is so handsome! If I have a child in the future, I still want him to be named McDonald."

(Future Anduin*Dirty Shepherd*Wrynn: Meow meow meow?)

Little did he know that right next to him, Anduin Lothar, who was supposed to retire, was sitting in a wheelchair with metal wheels that the dwarves had helped him build, showing a happy smile.

"You are all great children. Seeing you become the pillar of the entire human world, I suddenly feel that it would be a good choice for us in the old era to withdraw from the stage of history. Alas, when I was a child, you said that you would name me after my uncle.

Name your child."

The thin-skinned Varian was immediately embarrassed and didn't know what to say: "No! Uncle Anduin, I don't have that..."

Lothar stroked Varian's head: "You are already a great young man. Since McDonald has already gone to war at your age, you should also learn to act independently. You don't have to ask me, an old man, everything. If you still can't,

You can consult your vassals, especially Bolvar, you can trust him completely. Of course, there is also Macdonken. Without him, there would be no Stormwind Kingdom today. Remember, we still owe him the title of Duke."

The tall Varian nodded heavily.

right!

Wa Wang, 15 years old this year, is better at fighting!

Putting aside these trivial matters, the alliance entered a highly intense stage of preparation for war.

While the Alliance's staff members were thinking hard, losing their hair like crazy, and studying how the Alliance would respond if the main force of the Burning Legion moved eastward to invade the Eastern Kingdoms and Continent, a result that most Alliance people did not expect occurred.

Archimonde led a large group of demons all the way to the west...

Things started with the plot of an ancient (pseudo) god.

Just when Archimonde's shocking blow destroyed the turtle shell wall of Gilneas and was about to further destroy the city, he was first met with a desperate counterattack by the red dragon.

After Meng De performed a scene of tearing apart a giant dragon with his hands, he had just driven away the red dragon army, and he immediately felt a terrible will attack.

Thump thump thump!

If it were any other existence, just one encounter would be enough to scare the heart and lungs to a halt!

There is always such an inexplicable feeling between the most powerful people.

No words are needed, no visual inspection is required, and no presence is even required.

An extremely viscous and disgusting mental energy, like fat pork that had gone rancid for several weeks, was hundreds of kilometers away and suddenly smeared on Archimonde's face.

Maybe, this is just a friendly hello to the slime monster or something.

Archimonde felt sick.

And a slap in the face!

The moment he made the most domineering declaration that he would destroy the world, he was attacked.

That’s right!

He is tall and mighty, with a very burly and huge body, and he is qualified to look down on mortal creatures.

This does not include the ancient gods of Azeroth who once caused great trouble to the Titans!

More than 10,000 years ago, the Titans came to the planet Azeroth and sent Sargeras, who was still a thug of the Pantheon at the time, to try to eliminate the cancerous ancient god from the planet!

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These huge and evil ancient gods destroyed countless Titan creations, and the Titans finally sealed them away.

Archimonde is qualified to despise most living things on this planet, but he cannot ignore the existence of the ancient gods.

I thought that these ancient gods had been sealed, their strength had declined, and they would not come out to cause trouble to the Burning Legion.

Archimonde realized he was wrong.

The other party came to the door almost as soon as he came down and gave him a cordial greeting.

"Aguduolu Asmidaka..." The vague words had a majestic and heavy feeling like a mountain, and also had a strong sense of ridicule.

There are so many intelligent creatures in this world.

There are also many languages ​​that I don’t understand.

Many times, you don't even need to understand what the other person is saying, you can just guess based on the other person's tone of voice.

However, this evil divine thought is completely malicious!

Such pure malice!

Simply translated, I, N'Zoth, will kill you!


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