"Master" Onyxia called her master with sincerity and a touching vibrato.
If this is singing, it must be a song full of emotion and no technique.
"Haha! I won't let this monster kill my mount!" McDonald stood on the dragon's belly in the wind and made a declaration to defend his ownership.
Outsiders find it strange when they hear it.
But Onyxia didn't think so! The little dragoness was so moved that she cried on the spot.
McDonald made Prince Sunderland explode this time, and there was no follow-up.
As we all know, the Prince of Sunderland is a fast guy. Only the first blow is the strongest. His endurance, well, is just that.
It doesn't matter.
There are always some bosses, and MT is just a tool, and the players who are responsible for interrupting the skills of the bosses are the winners.
What McDonald did was interrupt.
A Thousand-Year Kill knocked Gruul away and also ruined Gruul's last chance to escape.
Gruul is a being with strange power. As an earth giant, he can infinitely absorb the power of the earth to [grow].
If the battle is really prolonged, I wonder how far this guy will grow.
This was the case with the black dragons that challenged Gruul in the past. Once they were unable to break through the defense and provide high output in a short period of time, they would often be dragged to death by the increasingly powerful Gruul.
However, you have so many artifacts and so many great mages in the League of Heroes for free?
When the Three Silver Saints arrived, when the artifact's brilliance flashed, when the big fireball was thrown into it as if it was free of charge, the life of Gruul, the majestic King of Goron [Dragon Slayer], quickly came to an end.
Before he was about to fall to death, he still stared intently at Onyxia, who was flying five hundred meters away, and yelled a Goron language.
This sentence does not need to be translated. Anyway, you are so ignorant of martial ethics that you actually asked for help.
It doesn't matter how loud he is, the key is Gruul's dying cry, oh my god, the N-story-high Black Dragon Princess shivered and turned back into human form on the spot, just like an eagle catching a chick in a chicken, and running away at a lightning speed
When he got behind McDonald's, it was obvious that he was hiding in his master's bed, and would not come out if he couldn't speak out.
That trembling look hiding behind McDonald's...it was really embarrassing to the Black Dragon Legion.
McDonald: "..."
Come on, your compatriots who are still hanging on the sharp spikes of Blade's Edge Mountain will feel that they will die in peace when they see you!
This style of painting is very inconsistent!
Gruul is dead!
He didn't carry the things he accumulated from killing mortals with him. It's not important. He ransacked homes or something like that. The League of Heroes said that we all know each other very well.
The fall of King Goron, who had dominated this three-acre field in the outer domain for countless years, was more like the end of an era.
You must know that the Ho Daddy clan became famous precisely because they dared to chop Goron and developed their jumping chop skills.
The Alliance hacked to death the King of Gronn, which was even more shocking to the orcs.
"Uther, please chop off Gruul's head. I will send someone to hang his head at the entrance of the Blade's Edge Mountains and Zangarmarsh."
Uther just nodded, but before he could reply, Onyxia jumped out and turned into a dragon form again: "Master! I know this! I'll do it! I'll do it!"
McDonald glanced at her sideways, his gaze seemed to penetrate through the dragon scales and dragon skin on her chest, all the way to her heart, which made her feel a little scared.
Finally, McDonald nodded: "Okay!"
What happened next was a bit cruel. Even with the sharp teeth of the dragon clan, it was not easy to bite off the neck of a creature that was equivalent to a demigod, half stone, and half giant.
It took Onyxia a full fifteen minutes before she could gnaw off Gruul's head completely from her neck like she was grinding her teeth.
McDonald knew that this was her ability to show off like her Black Dragon younger brother.
He can still tolerate this little thought.
The crusade against Gruul is not over yet.
Gronn is the intelligent beast that dominates the ogres. Even if Gruul is killed, there will still be a bunch of ogres watching the door in his lair. There is also King Mogar and his four ogre councilors.
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Anyway, the rude ogre is still playing the tricks of the parliament. He is so coquettish that McDonald can't stand it.
As for taking care of King Mogar, there is no need for McDonald to take action himself.
"Kael'thas! From now on until Void Storm, the Northern Route Army will leave it to you."
Kaizi was extremely excited and bowed deeply to McDonald: "I will definitely live up to my Lord's trust."
Kaizi will form a small 15-man hero group with his own consultant, the two great astrologers Solanlian and Calpurnia, plus Tirion, Saidan, and seven or eight second-line heroes.
Lead the elites of the Stratholme Federation in the Northern Expedition.
As for the southern route, there is Alsace, and McDonald is very relieved.
McDonald then returned to Zangarmarsh, enjoying the beautiful scenery with cool wind and water, and continued to monitor the movements of the Horde army.
Before Arthas conquered the Auchindoun labyrinth complex in Terokkar Forest, MacDonald did not consider attacking Shadowmoon Valley in the southeasternmost part of Outland.
Yes, but not necessary.
At this moment, Shadowmoon Valley is still in chaos: Illidan and his little brother are still guarding the Dark Temple, waiting for news from his elite demon hunters; the dead ghost Ner'zhul's Shadowmoon clan is still jumping around; at the same time,
At the same time, a large number of demons gathered together and continued to think of ways to cause trouble for Illidan.
Before there is any new information, there is no need for McDonald to help Illidan deal with the demon army in Shadowmoon Valley so quickly.
Just let the bullets fly for a while.
Life suddenly became more comfortable.
McDonald had nothing to do. He was sitting in the newly built Alliance forward base near the ruins of the Twin Towers. He built his own mobile villa on a big mushroom and watched the orcs step on landmines every day.
"Haha! [Orcs Must Die] is a game you can never get tired of playing."
McDonald returned to his desk and stretched out his legs. Naturally, something mysterious happened.
I don’t know why, but Liadrin has been obsessed with getting under the table recently, along with Queen Xi, so much so that MacDonald’s desk had to have a baffle on the outside side.
Alas, you are so careless, losing things every day, throwing documents under the table with a shake of your hand, then getting in and picking them up for a long time?
At this time, it is enough to even check the condition of the vertical grip.
Hey, don't tell me, the vertical grip has its own ideas.
"Hissed." McDonald frowned on the spot.
It is understandable that novices are not so skilled in gun maintenance.
But this feels weird, there is something wrong with the gun parts maintenance procedures.
One glance almost scared McDonald to death.
The question is, Sylvanas has blond hair and Liadrin has orange-ish red hair. Who can tell me who the black-haired one is?
