This was Azeroth 10,000 years ago. There were not so many rules. The biggest rule was that the one who could fight the best would be the boss.
White Deer Malorne is a well-deserved leader in this aspect.
The ten-meter-wide antler cluster was flicked, and the screen was immediately filled with thunder and lightning. It would be no exaggeration to say it was a thunder and lightning wave.
In the contest, they beat up the wolf god and the furbolg god, and then the group of demigod-level boys bowed down and worshiped.
Malorne said that she would take the lead in the charge, and all the younger brothers were so excited that they screamed with excitement.
"Oh oh oh -"
"Ouch, ouch, ouch—"
The wild and heroic atmosphere filled the center of the entire camp. Even the tauren warriors and Kaldorei soldiers not far away all agreed, slapping their shields, stamping the totem poles on the ground, shouting and shouting in all kinds of ways.
The sky declares its decision.
The atmosphere became extremely warm.
McDonald stared coldly at everything in front of him.
It was very strange. He suddenly remembered the sentence "You have been strengthened, send it quickly!"
Malorne was indeed awesome, but when he was angry at Archimonde, the image that came to his mind was of a deer charging at a tiger...the tiger's claws pressed and twisted, and nothing happened.
This desperate assault was tactically destined to end with the destruction of the entire group.
Even if this parallel world were to happen again, McDonald was not sure how many strong people would survive.
Very suddenly, a voice sounded from behind McDonald.
"Hello, strong human being Mai Jiji, if you don't mind, can you let me see your sword?"
The arrival was so silent that it even eluded McDonald's good sense.
Turning his head, Mai burst into laughter.
It turns out to be Ysera!
Only this Dragon King, whose body does not even know whether he really exists in the real world, can conceal his huge dragon aura through the power of the spiritual realm.
"Sure enough...can't you hide it?"
Neltharion had just jumped back, causing the dragon clan the most painful betrayal. How could the dragon kings not recognize the scent of Neltharion's teeth?
McDonald glanced at the humanoid Nozdormu in the distance. Who knew that the bronze dragon king was trying hard to study how many ants there were on the ground.
Damn it, a cheap dragon who plays with the power of time and space knows how to pretend to be dead all day long.
McDonald sighed, took off his scabbard, and handed it to Ysera.
Just letting the sword unsheath a little, Ysela's eyes that had been closed all year round opened. She couldn't control her surprised expression, and soon, a thoughtful look appeared in her eyes.
"You brave man! I know this may be a taboo. If this is allowed, I would like to know..."
"I beat him all over the place." McDonald smiled faintly.
In Ysera's eyes, this smile had a supreme sense of mystery and was full of glory!
Ysera smiled rarely, showing a pure and beautiful smile like the girl next door. She solemnly returned the sword to McDonald, then folded her hands on her lower abdomen and bowed to McDonald.
This scene shocked Cenarius, Malfurion, Tyrande and other big guys who accidentally saw this scene.
Even when the Dragon Clan is in a state of despair, I have never seen a proud Dragon King bow to another clan. Even if it is a bow full of gratitude, it is an unprecedented move.
Seeing that the other dragon kings had no reaction, they immediately understood that this was because this mysterious man's feats in an unknown place deserved such treatment from the Dragon Sleeping Temple.
They don't understand and don't dare to ask.
"I heard that you used this sword to hurt Archimonde?" Ysera pointed out.
McDonald's vigilance was immediately heightened.
Wait, aren't you just messing around and asking me to kill Meng De or even kill Sargeras?
McDonald deliberately said with a rhythm: "Yes, but this is the limit of this sword. The most it can do is Archimonde's [Skinning Knife]! What, can His Majesty Ysera still strengthen it?"
I can't do it! Even if I strengthen it, I can't do it.
What's more, I'm the first to not believe that a green dragon like you has the ability to strengthen Brother Wing's dragon teeth.
The attributes of the five guardian dragon kings have nothing to do with each other. They are essentially dragon teeth with earth attributes, coupled with the power of shadow flames and fire. It is already full and cannot withstand more powers with different attributes. Forcibly adding them, say
It may cause the dragon's teeth to break prematurely, which is a waste of time.
Ysera smiled: "Of course...it can't be done. But I have a better idea."
After Ysera finished speaking, she turned around and left, leaving behind a piece of the back of her head and the strange long green hair that swayed in the wind, teasing McDonald's eyes.
"Wait, I...that...I'm not a warrior!"
"I know." Ysera said from a distance.
If McDonald knew what was going to happen next, he would be furious with Ysera - you know the der!
If you want to attack in a general way, you must be prepared, and you can't rush in casually. Even if the demigods attack again, warriors from other races will be needed to share the pressure and withstand the small demons.
And Ysera took advantage of the last preparation time to gracefully walk into the woods.
This is a resting place for the people of the forest. It was created by druids and tree people who jointly extracted groundwater from this scorched land.
The outer edge of the forest has long been guarded by dryads, elves, treants, etc. When Ysera entered the innermost part, she saw that in the forest that blocked the sky, there were Malorne, Cenarius, and others in the forest clearing.
Crow demigod Avina and other core bosses are here.
"What's wrong?" Avina asked first.
Ysera shook her head: "Neltharion's teeth are not suitable as a decisive weapon."
Cenarius raised his long green eyebrows: "Just in case, let's make one for him. But we are not good at making sword blades."
Malorne snorted in dissatisfaction: "Isn't he a warrior? A real hero should be proficient in all weapons."
"He said he was not a warrior." Ysera added.
"Thief?"
"It should be."
"Then it's okay!" Malorne lowered the deer's head and scraped it on the ground. With a "click" sound, a small piece of antler fell off. Well, it was fragments of the antler.
This is a fragment of his antlers.
Cenarius felt the most heartbroken for his old father: "This was when I beat the demon lord yesterday..."
"It's okay, it will grow back."
It will grow out, but no one knows whether it will take a thousand years or ten thousand years.
"I know, I will make it into a real artifact!" Cenarius' eyes sparkled.
The atmosphere is vibrating!
The ancient trees are roaring!
The forest is swaying!
Here, McDonald looked at the lightning and thunder in the forest, and immediately felt an ominous premonition.
When Ysera came out with dreamlike steps, holding an ax in both hands, as if she had her own BGM, and slowly came to Mcdonken, Mcdonken was completely spartan.
Fujoshi? No, I don’t want to be an axe!
The corners of McDonald's mouth kept twitching: "I...I remember I said I was not a soldier."
"They think you can use this ax well!"
Yes! God damn me, I don’t want you to think it, only I think it!
