Chapter 897 I have a friend who wants to join the group
Don't think that only the evil god N'Zoth is good at mental pollution. The whispers of some ancient god mentally raped the guardian dragon of the earth.
The Evil God is also very good at this, especially killing people and killing people.
Some dirty gods go up and directly play movies about the Highborne Elves. This is really simple. Just go to the P site and search for a lot of them. Then there will be a highly skilled dirty god who can perform an AI face change on the opponent on the spot.
Hey, this evil power needs to be as high as possible.
It just so happens that some dirty gods like to use Minotaur books. Why, you have changed into a Naga, and the girl you like is still beautiful, so who will you vote for?
This is quite heartbreaking.
Turning around and making the other party confused whether this is reality or an illusion can also directly trigger internal strife. Naga often kills his own companions on the spot.
Over and over again, as long as Naga's mental resistance is not high enough, it will basically be explained here.
Even though there are tens of thousands of snake lake naga, for the dirty god cannonballs, it is really easy to kill them.
Once there was chaos, before the other Trident guys could come to kill them, their own long knives and harpoons would kill half of their companions first.
As the saying goes, justice is only within the range of a cannon. From another perspective, for example, if the cannon is replaced by an ugly country, evil can also be read as justice within the range of a cannon.
It’s not a professional human cannon launcher. A normal cannon cannot safely fire a person a kilometer away. A hundred or so meters would be good. If the pressure in the barrel of the gun increases further, the initial firing speed is too high, and the person is not out yet.
The barrel of the gun would be broken on the spot, and even the cervical vertebrae would be broken and cause burping.
The dirty god cannonball is not so troubled.
Anyway, if these guys survive, they still have to stick to the southeast branch. They still have breath when they shoot out. If they can shake off the mental pollution after hitting the target area, it is considered a success.
As a result, no Naga dared to approach within a five-kilometer radius.
There's nothing Vashj can do. The Alliance has sonar, and no matter how small the Naga is, she can't escape.
She sent her subordinates to attack the formation in waves, and the range of two or three hundred meters by the water was fine. Once, the tide-walker ran too far, and was almost hacked to death by a golden uncle holding a big sword on a door panel.
Vashchi finally realized that he really had no advantage on land.
Well, things in the world are so nonsense.
If I can’t win the Alliance, I still can’t win the Horde?
With Vashchi's order, a large number of Naga elites changed their route to the west and went to the Haohao tribe.
Due to the large number of elites, rare elites, and even the unstable leader of the water element, Hados also went there.
Poor orcs, they were fighting hand-to-hand with ogres just a moment ago. Either you eat my flesh, or I drink your blood. Suddenly, the next second, there is a roar in the middle of the lake, and a big wave of 30 meters high hits the head, and immediately
Countless Nagas rushed out and wrenched out the orc warriors who were trapped in the pools and swamps.
This time, even the stupid roar was so angry that he was half-dead.
The orcs from the Iron Tribe are known for their well-equipped equipment. This time, their strong and thick black iron armor became the biggest burden. They really couldn't flutter in the water.
There was a big wave, so I drank enough water on the spot.
How can we fight when half of our lives are gone?
The most desperate one is Sal.
This is not called being timid about being close to home, but being unable to return home.
"How could this happen? Nagrand is fifty kilometers away, and I just can't get in touch with it." Thrall was a little confused.
"Warchief." Vol'jin chose his words carefully. It was not enough to just persuade Thrall not to hit his head and die on the south road. He changed the idea: "Actually, wasn't it said a while ago that there is a passage to the north? Why not call it Wa?
Rock, please take some people to take a look at the North Road? The tribe can't stand still."
Sal was stunned for a moment, but nodded.
It’s not like the orcs are the only tribe in the tribe. Other races are mixed with the orcs. If they can’t eat meat, they have to drink some soup, right?
If you just want other races to die without giving any benefits, and you can still maintain it with the majesty of the war chief and the strength of the orcs for a while, then over time, people's hearts will definitely disperse.
After Varok Saurfang arrived and listened to Thrall's thoughts, he pondered for a moment: "Warchief, if 'our world' is not completely destroyed and is still relatively similar to the original, then the other side of the Blade's Edge Mountains to the north will
There is the King of Gronn [Dragon Slayer Gruul] on one side. What should we do if we encounter him?"
Gruul, a rather embarrassing existence.
This powerful Gronn did not originally belong to the tribe, at least not to this tribe. But the Iron Tribe sent a Gruul, which would have had a huge effect in another place.
It's a pity that this "Captain Hook" version of Gruul was used by Thrall as a favor to the night elves, and was given to Archimonde in the Battle of Seamount.
Then the problem comes, Salma accepts that there are two Gruul in different worlds.
So how does the strength of this Gruul compare with the one that was killed?
In this life, Thrall grew up in Nagrand when he was a child. He also grew up hearing about Gruul's horrific deeds. However, he witnessed with his own eyes that another Gruul was such a noob, which was not enough... As the saying goes, seeing is enough.
In fact, he had seriously misjudged the strength of this genuine Gruul after all.
"Okay, let's change. I'll see if I can communicate with this Gruul and let him join the tribe. If not, I will kill him myself."
Varok saw that Thrall was so confident, and his eyes shone brightly: "Okay! As long as you step on solid ground, the orc warriors have nothing to fear."
No one realized that they were still one Grom Hellscream away from killing Gruul.
Without Hoo Daddy's jumping chop, they use the magical pedicure skill to defeat Gruul?
Here, while the focus of the tribe's attack quietly turned north, the alliance finally ushered in a new batch of [Fisheries Brigade].
[Alsace Fortress] Over there, Gelbin rubbed his hands and looked at McDonald with a smile on his face: "This is the result of all the dwarfs working hard day and night for the great cause of the alliance."
McDonald looked at this batch of 100 [Turtles], [Magic Crabs], and a few 9 [Big Demons], and nodded with satisfaction: "My people will give a fair evaluation after the actual battle.
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"Well, McDonald's, it's about money..." The great craftsman Gelbin obviously learned it badly. He didn't know which sand sculpture he learned it from. The thumb of his right hand kept rubbing his index and middle fingers. This way, he looked like
Very goblin.
McDonald was embarrassed on the spot.
Stratholme Federation's orders are not in arrears at all. The moment the order is placed, the full amount is paid.
What Gelbin wants is investment in other projects.
Just like growing watermelons in the Molten Core, there are some things that a curious dwarf won't give up until he tries them out.
"Okay, okay, I promise you that the additional investment will not be small."
"Here, there's another little thing. I have a friend who wants to join the League of Heroes."
