Chapter 511 Of course it depends on the critical time
"Pah! Pah!" Two stand-in puppets were blasted in succession, and McDonald was still standing here.
That 'merely' 1.85 meter body looked so tall and majestic in the eyes of Tyrande and Shandris at this moment.
The contrast is amazing!
The average height of a night elf male is more than 2 meters, and it is not uncommon for someone to be 2.20 or even 2.30 meters tall. In the eyes of the night elves, he is definitely not tall.
There is a saying that goes well, a person's height does not depend on the physical sense, but what he does.
Personally, this is a hero saving a beauty.
Yu Gong, he has preserved the possibility of annihilating the demon air force. As long as the alliance troops on the mountainside can withstand the violent attack of the demon soldiers, the plan to conquer Archimonde can continue.
However, no amount of gorgeous words can be used to describe Tyrande's excitement just now and her excitement afterwards.
She had imagined more than once that when her life was in danger, someone would come to save him as soon as possible.
The extremely ironic thing is——
When it came to a critical moment, the person standing in front of her was not the muscular and muscular Illidan, who was always bare-chested and holding the double blades of Azzinoth;
The horned Malfurion...
It’s amazing that he is actually a human being whom he has only known for a short time!?
At the moment of life and death, this extremely strong impression is enough to be imprinted into the deepest part of the soul.
Tyrande suddenly felt that something seemed to be growing inside him.
It has to be said that a certain licking dog is a bit sad. He has been licking for more than ten thousand years, and once he is absent at a critical moment, all his previous efforts have been wasted.
It was impossible for McDonald to know that the girlish heart of the ten thousand year old woman was actually stirring, and that she was still having so many dramas in her heart. On the surface, he was righteous and awe-inspiring: "This is for Azeroth!"
secretly……
Damn it! Damn it! I only have two lives left!
At this moment, McDonald felt like he was playing "Sekiro" back in the day. He couldn't play until he died to the last life and had no remaining health.
He only felt that he was extremely focused, staring at Meng De's middle finger.
No matter how loyal he is, he has gathered the "Seven Fingers of Death".
Other people can already summon a dragon by gathering seven balls together. Mengde, please put the middle finger of death seven times in one breath. Aren't you tired? Please rest! Is it easy for me to get a few more lives? I won't even let you a puppet.
If I save it, I will call the police!
Shandis next to her was grateful, but she didn't forget to ask Mai in a low voice, who was in a fighting posture: "Is there anything I can do?"
"Don't relax!" McDonald took the opportunity to cover his mouth with his left arm and whisper while gesturing with a finger behind his back with his right hand.
The smart adoptive mother and daughter immediately understood.
This heroic human commander must have used some secret method to forcibly escape from the [Finger of Death], but he only had one last chance left.
If you are hit again after using it, it will be like Gruul, you should lie down.
Even so, they were both very moved.
Shandis said solemnly: "I am grateful!"
Tyrande simply said nothing and focused entirely on guiding the meteorite fragments.
Over there, Archimonde was of course disappointed.
He can actually force one more middle finger of death.
OK, but useful?
That hateful human being is just a piece of meat, so disgusting.
Using [Finger of Death] against that kind of guy was simply a bad idea. After losing seven shots in a row, Mengde regretted it.
This kind of second-person magical skill should not be used casually. Now Mengde still feels that there is a huge ball of shadow energy in his body, as if he has been thrown into a blender, all kinds of clockwise, counterclockwise and up and down rolling together, just one
Messy words.
He didn't feel well either.
It's just that Meng De is not in a hurry now. His health bar is still very long, so he simply pretends to be incompetent and continues to throw [Destruction Fire] and [Air Explosion] randomly.
Meng De’s plan is as follows:
In this situation, whenever one's demon brother attacks, it can cause terrible damage. With so many mortal soldiers attacking, there must be powerful souls available for use.
When the time comes, Archimonde, the great and invincible commander of the legion, will use these souls as fuel to destroy all of you insect-like guys.
…
Meng De suddenly jumped back into Meng De. When he was not reckless and focused on his feet, the coalition heroes had nothing to do with him.
As McDonald ran to protect Tyrande, the ranged profession continued to work on the wounds that were already dripping with blood.
In fact, both sides are waiting for the battle on the mountainside.
As expected, the battle suddenly entered a fierce stage.
The Alliance took tanks as the lead and fired directly as they marched.
With today's technology, normally speaking, the hit rate of a cannon fired during a high-speed assault would be disastrous. Being able to hit a moving target would basically be considered a metaphysical category.
However, there are too many cannon fodders from the Scourge Legion, and a gunner with a little experience can easily trigger a medium-sized fountain of flesh and blood with one shot towards the mountain pass.
Countless fragments of rotten flesh and dead bones were blown to pieces by the Holy Light rune cannons, and then sputtered out causing secondary damage.
These are the elites who have been trained by the Rivendell Legion for many years, and they have a plan for how to fight.
Not to mention that the field artillery formation headed by gunner Willie, who was positioned early in a hidden spot on the mountainside, used a 155mm howitzer to launch straddle fire and go around the top of a hill to blast the grenade down. The sea of bones began to lose its meaning.
Mount Hyjal is easy to defend but difficult to attack. The widest part of the mountain road is only 200 meters, and the narrowest is only 40 or 50 meters. If you adjust the shooting elements, normally a cannon battery can suppress it, let alone the incoming
A group.
The one kilometer long passage has become an out-and-out path of destruction. Except for the elite monsters who can take advantage of the power of the artillery and carry them over, the miscellaneous soldiers are completely wiped out.
Just as Tyrande used the full-screen map cannon to eliminate the Demonic Air Force, a large number of Burning Legion elite monsters finally rushed to the mountainside position.
After all, the artillery of this era is not Gatling. It has a limited rate of fire and a limited hit rate.
Where can I find a computer to calculate movement trajectories?
It all depends on the gunner's prediction.
The thick-blooded Abominations serve as cannon fodder in the front, followed by a group of Dread Guards and Doom Guards who don't take much fire damage. Unless these elite demons are directly hit by cannonballs, the splash damage of cannonball gunpowder alone cannot kill them.
Seeing the hundreds of demons rushing towards them, a large group of elites wearing trident badges came forward to meet them.
[Tired, I want my sister to hold me] First, I held a sword gesture with my left hand and shouted: "Look at me [Sunset Divine Sword]!"
Dozens of golden lights shot straight into the sky, lost momentum at a height of thirty meters, and fell down again.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" Under the influence of the skill, golden swords that looked like flying swords poured down gorgeously, piercing the heads and shoulders of several fear guards.
Whether it does high damage or not is one thing, the key is how handsome it is!
