With the blessing of Elune's divine power, the falling star debris bombarded the earth, creating a momentum that was equivalent to the simultaneous delivery of a hundred Dongfeng Express.
The dazzling purple light beam not only hit the roof of the largest temple, but also the scattered star debris and bricks hit the swarm of insects that were chattering around the temple.
One after another, the bodies of the big bugs turned strange silver in the starlight, exploded, and then turned into a pile of lifeless chitin and chitin.
Flying insects flashed in the sky, and these flying insects that had caused a lot of trouble to the coalition forces fell to the ground like rain.
After Elune appeared on the scene, the evil aura that permeated the temple was swept away like a whirlwind. Far away in the ruins of Ahn'Qiraj, the Scarless Ones, who were about to challenge the final boss, saw this scene.
The gathering starlight turned into a sword from mid-air and pierced the center of the evil netherworld. Thunder and light burst from the depths of the earth, and it trembled as if it was under tremendous pressure.
The tribal heroes couldn't help but let out a scream.
Vol'jin: "First the thunder and lightning, and then the power of the Moon Goddess? Is this the alliance's trump card?"
The sharp teeth of Varok's lower jaw rattled with the fangs on his upper jaw: "I hope not. By the way, is C'Thun going to be finished?"
Hope, sometimes it's just hope after all.
Everyone knows the fact that the alliance can only use such a large force to deal with the ancient god C'Thun.
So... did the alliance win or lose?
The tribe is very conflicted. They want the alliance to win, but they don't want to see the alliance win.
If the Alliance cannot win, the Alliance will withdraw. When the time comes, it will be their Horde who will face the injured and mad C'Thun. New Orgrimmar in Feralas will definitely bear the brunt.
If the Alliance wins, there is no doubt that the Alliance's momentum will reach a higher level, causing immeasurable huge impact on the entire planet.
No matter how weak the ancient god is, he is still a super boss who ruled the world in ancient times. His majestic power still remains in the ancient races such as night elves, tauren and trolls. Defeat C'Thun, if the price is still enough.
It's not a big deal, so no matter who comes into contact with the alliance, they have to weigh themselves and whether they dare to mess around.
The faces of the heroes of the tribe were ashen.
"Don't worry about it! Let's kill some scarless person first!" At least at this moment, Brainless's call was right.
The ruins of Qiraji must be pushed back as soon as possible, otherwise when the Alliance comes to their senses, it may be like the Horde's evil hand.
The tribe bosses gritted their teeth and rushed into the place of decisive battle.
On the other side, Tyrande was so excited that her heart was beating wildly, as if her little heart was about to jump out of her chest in the next second.
"It's you! It's really you!" Such words may seem a bit nonsensical to others.
In fact, only true users of [Starfall] can appreciate that McDonald's control of power in this final blow has reached a level that is unimaginable even for extraordinary people.
For the control of huge energy, the most superficial one is the dragon's breath, which sprays a 60-degree cone forward, causing area-wide damage, which is basically qualified.
The more powerful one is to turn into a light cannon and concentrate its power in a cylindrical area.
The highest level of control, like McDonald's, can condense the huge light energy that would have spread to a diameter of one kilometer into a diameter of less than ten meters.
Is it really possible for humans to use such huge energy to create scalpel-level precision strikes?
The energy of the stars all penetrated into C'Thun's twisted huge body, pouring deeply into the ground, and even its biological tissues buried underground were quickly destroyed.
The huge body of the ancient god kept twitching, and on the gray skin, the eyes that had been rotating and emitting an evil light dimmed one by one, as if they had turned into inorganic graphite balls.
If it were Tyrande, to achieve this effect, the hall would probably have to be blown to pieces first, at least half of the heroes would not survive.
So accurate!
So great!
Although Tyrande's body felt a little weak after casting the spell, she knew that this was not the result of McDonald breathing in her ear, but purely out of admiration for the strong.
Feeling the warmth coming from the shoulder blades and buttocks, well, it seems that it is okay to have a little more admiration for the male.
Just when Tyrande was about to make a grand turn and snuggle up to him, MacDonald twitched and fell...
"ah!"
"McDonald's!"
"Alliance leader!?"
The courageous leader is the soul of a team.
Everyone will always remember how handsome McDonald was when he said "Follow me" in the face of C'Thun's light cannon demonstration.
He did it, as reliable and powerful as ever.
But just when everyone was about to enjoy the fruits of victory, McDonald fell down. Could it be that he suffered some hidden injury underneath? Is his life in danger?
The situation suddenly tightened the hearts of all the heroes, and everyone gathered around them.
McDonald, who was enjoying the treatment of the high priest as a knee pillow, had a strange look on his face, his lower demigod muscles were twitching irregularly, and his hands kept gesticulating, because he had a big tongue and slurred his speech: "No...no big deal...use lightning...
Excessive, one week...can't stand up...come on..."
"Really!?" Kalia almost cried.
"Are you sure you're not trying to be brave!?" Tyrande was also worried.
What else could McDonald do? He could only show an awkward but polite smile: "Let's go...it's so embarrassing...bah...it's not hurt..."
Everyone dispersed a little. Except for a few who were on guard against C'Thun's corpse, carefully checking the surrounding situation, and calling in elite soldiers to clean up the battlefield, everyone was still concerned about McDonald's situation.
Five minutes passed, and I found that the guy was still twitching. The situation didn't look ideal, and I didn't see anything getting worse.
In other words, I have the strength to curse.
When the wind sword, which looked like a lost dog, ignored gravity and flew back, everyone was shocked again.
"Asshole... it's not good at all to lure away my... thunder and lightning."
The wind sword buzzed and was placed on McDonald's leg, which actually attracted dozens of thunder snakes about the size of earthworms. After this moment, McDonald's twitching was not that serious, and there seemed to be more snakes on the blade of the wind sword.
Got luster.
Everyone is surprised.
At this point, McDonald's seems to be fine.
"It's over, it's over! Everyone is busy with their own business!" Magni was originally the third brother in the alliance, but the night elves were too powerful, ranking second in terms of strength, but they only joined the alliance later than the Kingdom of Stormwind and stayed here temporarily.
Third. The third person in the alliance, Tyrande, said this. Most of the heroes were in high positions or had important tasks, so they immediately dispersed and went about their own business.
The Alliance's successful campaign against C'Thun was naturally celebrated by the entire Alliance.
"Long live!"
"Hahaha!"
"C'Thun is dead."
"The alliance is invincible!"
The excited shouts of hundreds of thousands of Alliance soldiers could not be suppressed at all, and the sound soared into the sky, frightening the tribes.
