At the last moment, Patchwick chopped down the entire front row of the hero group in one breath. He was useless and arrogant. The word "invincible" was written all over his deformed little head.
The next moment, all the ferocious arrogance disappeared in an instant, and the seemingly ridiculous huge twisted figure seemed to have been put on pause, and his whole body was trembling from the inexplicable electric shock.
"Hey! Interesting little trick!" the 'succubus' beside Falina giggled.
Another 'succubus' chatted: "Sure enough, the master's friend is also very powerful!"
McDonald's [Polarity Conversion] is definitely not as awesome as Thaddeus. The simplest difference is that Thaddeus uses his entire body as a battery and keeps it in the charger for a long time.
McDonald's is just a guest appearance as [Lord of the Wind]. Even he himself doesn't know whether his combat profession is a shaman? A warrior? Or a thief?
It's not important anymore.
In the eyes of those strong people with elemental senses, Patchwick's body is as wonderful as the election map of the Ugly Country, with one red and one blue patch.
When red and blue are irreconcilable, "Bang!", it explodes!
It was like a running locomotive that derailed and suddenly stopped its forward motion.
The five seconds that McDonald gained for the Heroes are absolutely precious.
This is enough for the warrior hero who was knocked out to switch fighting postures in the air, and rush back with a gorgeous [Interception]...
Enough for Magni to complete the 'inflation' and turn into a big dwarf big enough and hard enough...
Enough to make Uther, the strongest screwdriver in the alliance, crawl out of the ground...
sufficient……
With just a few steps away, Patchwick can become a true God of War and wreak havoc in the League of Legends.
Even if it really chops up one or two third-tier heroes, it will be enough to be recorded in the history books of the alliance, and a certain hero will really become history, turned into a statue, and enshrined in the Holy Light Chapel and other places.
"Sorry, sometimes...it's the end of the world so close!" McDonald's concluding remarks were very beautiful.
The dazzling lightning on his body dimmed, and the violent wind element began to shrink and calm down.
The one-on-one fight with Patchwick also consumed a lot of McDonald's energy.
He can keep fighting.
Yes, but not necessary.
The flow of time seems to slow down to slow motion.
The roaring crowd around him, and the light that bloomed when the elements flashed, could not affect McDonald.
His mind was empty. He was like the most brilliant band conductor. The delicate baton in his hand had already made the last gesture. As for whether the musicians below executed it perfectly and played the last and most beautiful note?
It is no longer the conductor's responsibility.
The heroes of the Alliance, who had reset their mentality, never gave Patchwick, who had lost his legs, any chance.
The wizards and warlocks bombed wildly, the rangers pulled the bowstrings rhythmically as if they were playing harps, the epic muskets roared, and the brave thieves even rushed to Patchwick's meat mountain and kept cutting with sharp daggers.
Its sutures of abomination…
Huge hatred is like a collapsed mountain, and anyone can dig a piece of it away.
"Rest in peace." Uther swung [Ashbringer] fiercely, and a gorgeous golden arc of light cut off Patchwick's arm, which was holding a kitchen knife and had half of its flesh cut off by the thieves.
"Play with me!" Patchwick's cry no longer sounded joking, but instead became a sympathetic lament.
In the third minute when the heroes attacked with all their strength, Patchwick went berserk.
With only half of its upper body left, the body tissue it can directly control is about the size of a T-34 tank.
This big ball of flesh turned completely red, showing extremely strong toughness and tendency to attack.
Sadly, more like a ridiculously incompetent rage.
After fighting for another half minute, the battlefield finally calmed down.
"Is it over?" Magni, who had suffered a loss, hit another [War Stampede], and he breathed a sigh of relief when he found that the piece of minced meat on the opposite side that could no longer be called Patchwick was really motionless.
.
"Thank you for your hard work, Your Majesty Bronzebeard, please change back." McDonald's announcement undoubtedly made the heroes' tense nerves finally relax.
"Long live!"
"Yeah!"
"Phew! It's not easy!"
"You're not hurt?"
"Small problem."
The heroes congratulated each other.
In the warm atmosphere, the Trident teasers had tears in their eyes.
[Nine-year compulsory quality education]: "Brother, how do you feel when you look at them?"
[I'm still Jiange]: "Don't say anything, maybe this is youth!"
This is the first time for the alliance heroes in this life to face such a powerful enemy. However, many of the elite operators are veteran players of "Warcraft" themselves, and they have already finished the copy until they vomited.
What happens next becomes quite formulaic.
Some Trident soldiers pretended to lead the elites of Stratholme's Second Army to continue deep into the structural area, exploring paths and clearing out the remaining enemies.
The loss of the Guan Dibo ss Tadius in the structure area does not mean that the mobs inside will automatically die suddenly.
Even if the structure zone falls on a neutral ground like Taurajo, the plague cannot be allowed to spread.
Once you encounter troublesome elites or rare elite undead, you still need third-line heroes to help clean them up.
It's just that the main force of the Alliance Hero Group has begun to enter rest mode.
No one knew that at this moment, a fierce debate broke out in Icecrown Citadel thousands of miles away.
The former black sword Marduk was expelled from the soul of Terenas by Ner'zhul. Now the half-baked death knight is aggressively asking the Blood Queen Lana'thel: "Why did you allow the precious combat power of the Scourge to be lost?"
In Kalimdor!? Patchwick, Grobrus, these are the properties of His Majesty the Lich King."
"Oh? Are you talking about those ugly and useless things?" Lana Thel looked disdainful.
"They at least...killed a tribal hero."
"Oh? A hero of that level?"
Lana'thel raised her head arrogantly, and Marduk could clearly see her nostrils. He suppressed the anger in his heart: "Dranosh Saurfang's power is unquestionable, he will not be better than Icecrown Citadel
Worse than any death knight leader in the world."
"That's it." Lannasel began to paint her nails, and she obviously lost her patience.
This is party struggle.
When Lao Taizi or Kel'Thuzad were around, the undead of human origin undoubtedly occupied an absolute dominant position in Icecrown Citadel.
Once these two are gone, the undead from elves will naturally raise their heads, and their arrogance carved deep in their souls will undoubtedly appear.
Lana Thel interrupted Marduk's persuasion mercilessly: "First of all, the advantage lies with us. Otherwise, according to your statement, there are millions of elite undead there, and the opponent only has tens of thousands of humans. If
We can't win this. We can only say that everything left in the structural zone is waste. There is no value in saving it."
