Chapter 686 [The Wrath of Thunder*The Sword of Sadness of the Wind Chaser]
To be fair, Wind Prince Sunderland, who was knocked to his knees by Ragnaros with just a sneak attack without martial ethics, and then captured for an unknown number of years, was ranked first among the elemental lords in terms of strength.
One, well, is the last one.
Did Demition make a mistake in retaining the fantasy of killing Sunderland?
The guy who can get the essence of lager, even if he is from a parallel world, is not something you, Sunderland, can deal with!
Demition was happily preparing to watch his master's heroic appearance, when suddenly Valeera's figure appeared behind him.
【Backstab】!
After a few tutu tutu moves, he received the five-star [Kidney Strike].
At this moment, Demition's whole body was numb, and his awkward look was very similar to those female anchors on Earth who kept their S-shaped postures for a long time and made their pelvis tilt forward.
The next second, several dragon men came over, pushed him to the ground, tied him up, and dragged him aside like a dead dog.
If he hadn't been of some use, he would have been cut into pieces by the six dragons.
Here, under McDonald's body, Onyxia took a deep breath, and her chest expanded by at least one cup. Fiery flames accumulated in the black dragon chest, and the high-energy light even penetrated through the thick
The black dragon skin and the gaps in the black scales are revealed to the outside world.
"Oh——"
It was a death flame that turned the sky and the earth within a 60-degree cone in front of it into a sea of fire in an instant - the dual attribute attack of fire and shadow [deep breath]!
The entire space extending hundreds of meters forward was boiling in an instant.
The high temperature, which was beyond ordinary people's imagination, immediately reminded Prince Sunderland of his tragic past, who had not yet understood the situation.
Once, he was the wind of summer, the wind of freedom, until the backstab came...
"No, who are you? How dare you..." Sunderland was speechless.
Beat up the prince who fell into the water. Even a dragon can do this.
When Ebonok and Flegel saw their eldest sister starting the group, they immediately followed the group seamlessly, and they were met by two old dragon clan members.
"Hoo ho ho!"
Onyxia's dragon breath had not yet been sprayed out, and with the addition of the spit of two adult black dragons, the shadow flames fired from three angles immediately made Sunderland scream in his heart that he couldn't stand it.
In the system annotation, Prince Sunderland's health bar has plummeted by more than half.
Don't think this is the end.
Over there, the Alliance Archmages were also not idle.
Ronin, Kael'thas, Jaina, Calpurnia, Solanlian and other magic masters and sisters worked together to cast spells. With the alliance mage group behind them, they seized the opportunity created by the black dragon and released a terrifying ice blast in one breath.
storm.
Sunderland had not yet recovered from the aftermath of Dragon's Breath, and immediately found that the thundercloud he had summoned had lost control.
The scorching land of Silithus ushered in a cold wind that had never happened in a thousand years. What fell from the thick dark clouds were not thick and shiny thunder and lightning, but large ice edges as thick as a human leg.
Each piece of ice, as cold as a ballista, pierced into Sunderland's huge and erratic elemental body and immediately exploded. The spreading frost elements continued to infect his body and erode his power.
"It's over -" The Paladin team headed by Uther galloped over on Holy Light Heroic Horses. When they rushed to Sunderland's small tornado-shaped jio, they all threw [Wrath of Wrath]
hammer】!
This skill, which can only be used when the enemy's health is below 20%, has an extremely powerful killing effect.
When the three strongest Paladins in the world all threw hammers, Sunderland's life was like a candle in the wind, which was completely extinguished after shaking violently for a few times.
His originally angular shoulder armor, shaped by the wind, became blurred, his bright eyes became dim, and even the size of his body shrank sharply.
"No...impossible...I'm not willing..." Sunderland murmured.
However, what can a newly resurrected Wind Prince who has been imprisoned for an unknown period of time and lost most of his power do?
Perhaps, this is a trick of fate!
Riding Onyxia and walking slowly to Prince Sunderland, McDonald jumped down and stretched out his hand towards the increasingly ethereal elemental giant.
As soon as it touched the gray body, Prince Sunderland's elemental body shattered, and countless fragments disappeared in the wind.
Only the shadow of a seemingly huge wind sword remained in place.
McDonald's got a sword embryo [Wind-kissed Blade].
He turned his head and walked up to Demition proudly, raising the corners of his mouth in a half-smile: "Is this your master?"
Demition's whole person was in bad shape. No matter how he was forced to become a slave of the wind element, any resistance he had had had already dissipated in the years of torture and slavery.
At this moment, he had high hopes, and it seemed that the master [Prince of Sunderland] who had become the pillar of his life just knelt down to show him on the spot after a few fights. What else could he say?
"No, don't hurt me... I am willing to serve you, great strong man!" Demition was so humble that people who didn't know better thought his master was McDonald rather than Sunderland.
He took the [Wind-kissed Blade] thrown by McDonald and began to cast the spell.
It felt like he just used his dirty hands to rub the sword embryo a few times, and that was it.
This time, even Sunderland's huge wind sword dissipated, but all the wind elements originally condensed on the sword turned into flowing wind and gathered again on the [Wind-Kissed Blade].
A large sword that seemed to be composed of two long blades took shape in front of everyone.
If you say this is a two-pronged halberd, McDonald has nothing to say.
One blade is longer and the other is shorter. The backs of the two blades are "back to back". In the space five fingers wide in the middle, there is a thunder ball as big as a fist, which continuously emits lightning and lingers on the blade.
The hilt of the sword is quite long, nearly 70cm by visual inspection. There are spikes at the front and the real handle is at the back.
McDonald saw with his own eyes that the system's annotation for the name of this sword was originally [Thunder's Wrath*Wind Chaser's Tragedy Sword]. Maybe Demition, a coward, thought this was not good and would offend Mai.
Man, as a result, he shook his hand, and miraculously, the name of the sword changed and became the well-known [Thunder's Wrath*Wind Chaser's Sword of Blessing].
If you don’t know it, you almost burst out laughing.
Thinking about it, if Sunderland had the kind of temperament that says, "A hero saves my dog's life, I can't repay him, I can only pledge myself to him", then [Sword of Blessing] would still make sense.
How can this guy repay a favor?
The elemental lords are all arrogant people, and no one will accept them.
This kind of forced subjugation, I'm afraid the 'blessing' or something like that will force them to open business!
Demition knelt on his knees, held up the wind sword with trembling hands, and presented it to McDonald.
Mao Dangken finally smiled, took the wind sword naturally, and said with a smile: "Thank you!"
