The powerful turbulence of holy light blew through the entire scene, and the tentacles froze for a moment, then dissipated in the underground palace.
The tentacles affected by the holy light were like fuses ignited by fire, burning along the tentacles towards C'Thun's body deep underground, causing Xiao Ke to let out a round of earth-shaking screams.
The scene was so shocking that many people came back to their senses and only saw Uther slowly standing up while half-crouching on the ground.
The turbulent wind blew the long hair of this great paladin, and the hair swept across his face.
Seeing him with such a holy and focused aura, many people were in a trance. Time has finally left traces on the face of this paladin who is no longer young, but the sacred light lingering on him has never weakened by half.
Unlike Tirion Fordring, who is already married and has children, Uther is a man who truly devotes his life to the Holy Light.
There are always some great things that cannot be imitated and can only be worshiped.
Obviously, Uther is one of them.
Artifacts always have their own functions. [Ashbringer] has never been a one-on-one king. It has been used to vent the user's anger and power since its birth. It maximizes the user's power and unleashes wide-area destruction.
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Historically, even if it was taken back by Tirion and purified from its fallen form, it had not achieved any amazing results in high-level duels.
This is a light cannon type sword!
After a full blow, Uther suddenly turned back and stared at Alsace's young face: "I want to take a break and leave it to you. Can I trust you? Alsace!"
In the absence of Macdonald, the person with the highest explosive power in the audience is not a master, but Alsace, who also possesses an artifact.
The former prince's expression was peaceful, as if he was standing and listening to a distant song.
That is not the ancient folk song of Lordaeron, but a new human poetry.
And he is the continuationist of the song.
With a slight smile on his face, Arthas pulled out a two-handed sword from his space bag.
This scene is too exaggerated, with the Fire Demon Hammer in the right hand and [Fire is Very Happy] in the left hand.
An artifact, a top-notch epic sword. Ordinary warriors cannot lift any of these weapons, let alone master two at the same time.
But from the gaps in the arm armor, everyone can glimpse Alsace's bulging muscles. Every muscle line demonstrates the owner's explosive power.
【Titan's Grip】!
This magical warrior skill that was supposed to appear at a later point in time is now present in Alsace.
Feeling the [anger] that was almost overflowing from him, everyone understood that Alsace, who had switched to the [violent posture], was going to fight for his life.
Everyone is waiting for a signal—McDonald’s signal!
At this moment, the disgusting stomach of C'Thun welcomed its third visitor.
Liadrin looks so miserable that she is covered in mucus. If you say she is the female knight who is about to be killed by Goo, McDonald will believe it.
McDonald, who knew that treatment was of no use here, shouted and pointed at the place: "Don't stay here for treatment, just give me two mouthfuls of [Flash of Holy Light] and go to that small island!"
Liadrin shyly obeyed.
The moment the female paladin was ejected, McDonald faced his greatest test.
He finally understood why System Master was so good at giving him nine lives.
It turns out the trap is here!
Liadrin left with her front foot, and a bunch of giant tentacles popped out of C'Thun's stomach.
Four giant claw tentacles, four giant eye tentacles, and 16 ordinary eyeball tentacles.
This formation is outrageous!
Dare the old man outside light up the cannon and bring all the tentacles here?
Forget it all, the gastric acid in this space suddenly surged, filling half of the space at once, and there was no place where the acid could stay.
The natural damage suffered by McDonald's body accumulated rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, there was no substitute puppet.
The only good thing is that the natural damage stack seems to start calculating again.
"I'll wipe it! Have all the tentacles reached me?"
But think about it: no matter how much the mortals outside try, as long as C'Thun's shield is not broken, it will be useless. C'Thun can kill the mortal heroes with his endless sea of tentacles. The real fatal thing is the stomach.
Here - if you were C'Thun, wouldn't you know where you should defend the most?
In the game, two DPS can slowly grind away the vital points of C'Thun's stomach with one shot, exposing his fatal flaw. This strategy simply doesn't work in reality.
More than 10,000 years ago, Sargeras, a Titan, violently beat C'Thun, wiping out 99% of his body. The remaining 1% could not be destroyed, so he sealed it here until his regeneration ability was slowly weakened to the point where he could survive.
The point of annihilation.
Now the time has come, and the titan Sargeras, who upheld justice in the past, has become a super cancer that destroys the universe.
C'Thun, who broke free from the restraints, would definitely not reveal his flaws so easily.
The tentacles that fill the horizon are C’Thun’s answer!
Not only the body-rending violence of the giant claws held by ten people, but also the soul-shaking impact of the death gaze.
In the blink of an eye, three lives were gone.
At this moment, the helpless McDonald summoned his [Thunder's Wrath*Wind Chaser's Sword of Allegiance]——
[Hey! Prince Sunderland, don’t pretend to be dead, I know you still have complete self-awareness. 】
[Dear Lord, I am working for you.] The lightning that bounced off the wind sword was quite dazzling, even if McDonald was killed almost as soon as he came out. In just this second, the wind sword could still kill a giant eye tentacle.
Turn into coke.
[Stop talking nonsense, I don’t want your level of contribution. The other party is C’Thun!]
How could Sunderland not know that he was also a powerful being in the Dark Empire era?
[My Lord, I don’t understand what you mean!]
[What I want is your full strength! Do you understand? The full strength that is enough to kill C’Thun in a weak state, even if it consumes a considerable part of your soul power. In exchange, I swear on my soul that within thirty years I will
Free you from the wind sword and regain your own body. If you behave well, I will even take the time to kill Al'Akir and make you the lord of the wind element. Of course, you still have to serve me.】
[Are you... telling the truth?] Prince Sunderland is obviously shaken. As an elemental creature, as long as the elemental core is not completely destroyed, he has an almost unlimited lifespan. Thirty years is a long time in the eyes of mortals.
In his eyes, it was just a snap of a finger.
If there was limited freedom, he would have to think about it.
Kill Al'Akir and let him take over. This is simply impossible to refuse.
This is the great man who defeated Ragnaros, the most dazzling star of this era.
After hesitating for a moment, Sunderland said fiercely [I am willing to give everything for my Lord!]
The sky in Silithus suddenly buzzed, and a hurricane was born out of thin air, gathering on top of the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj.
It came here with its long-lasting desire for freedom and the painful memories of the Elemental War.
Thousands of wind sounds overlap each other; thousands of thunder snakes converge into one.
They crossed the space and gathered on the wind sword in McDonald's hand.
