When Robbie bit Yrel's tail, he refused both psychologically and physically.
Not to mention whether it is hygienic or not, just whether it can be bitten is a big problem.
After all, human teeth are limited in structure and are only suitable for chewing, not biting.
Unless you learn Hogg's head enlargement technique...
As the saying goes, the master leads the way, and practice depends on the individual. The advantage of penance riding is that you don't have to stick to the skill itself, and any skill can be adapted.
After understanding the principle of talking nonsense, Robbie thought of a workaround.
The Paladin has a skill, a golden giant hammer slowly falls from the sky, causing limited damage after landing, called Execution Judgment.
Like most of the Paladin's skills, it's a bit flashy.
There are illusions and injuries, that's enough.
Robbie referred to the execution trial and condensed two spiritual runes. One was used to focus the energy of the holy light to cause damage, and the other was used to create a scary enough illusion.
In the continent of Azeroth, dragons are a very harmed race. They are often pushed down by adventurers and killed to seize treasures. However, it is undeniable that the five-color dragon is still one of the most powerful races.
The strongest among the dragons is of course Neltharion, the "Big Jaw" Deathwing. This terrifying world-destroying black dragon is a lingering nightmare in the hearts of countless creatures in Azeroth.
Next, just change the starting point and cast trajectory, and the speed also needs to be increased.
The execution and trial fell from the sky and slowly landed on the ground.
After Robbie changed, he flew out from his head, the trajectory was horizontal, and he could control the direction.
The two runes have been condensed.
Robbie shook his head hard, and a small Deathwing head flew out, making a "click" sound and biting the big tree next to the waterfall.
What's better than the execution trial is that this illusion will cause continuous damage. When Robbie tilted his head, the illusion's head bit off a large piece of bark.
The first time the spell was cast, it had such an effect, and Robbie was very satisfied.
Robbie found that this skill was somewhat similar to the Warlock's Death Coil, except that it did not have the fear effect and had more subsequent damage and control.
In terms of flaws, Deathwing's head is black, while the one that Robbie condensed is golden, which lacks in ferociousness. This can't be helped, after all, the Holy Light is golden.
It is said that there is a blood-colored holy light. If it is a blood-colored Death Wing head, the effect will be very good, but it may not have a fearful effect.
Robbie suddenly discovered that Hogg looked at him differently.
In the continent of Azeroth, kobolds, jackals, cavemen, etc. have a natural worship of dragons. Fortunately, Hogg, an old gangster, is not among them. Even in some unpopular folk novels, Hogg can
A tyrannical existence that is at loggerheads with Deathwing.
"Are you a relative of Deathwing?" Hogg bared his teeth.
With Hogg's help, Robbie modified the appearance of Deathwing's head to make it more realistic and more terrifying.
Robbie didn't quite understand why Hogg knew Deathwing so well. Judging from his familiarity with Deathwing, Robbie analyzed that the two of them should have worked together for a while.
How could Hogg and Deathwing have anything to do with each other?
Robbie and Hogg had disagreements over the naming of this skill.
"This skill was born out of the empty-mouthed sword grab. It should be called Deathwing." Hogg suggested.
"It's too long and too wordy." Robbie objected.
"How about the bite called Deathwing?" Hogg felt that he had a talent for naming skills.
Robbie still shook his head.
Finally, the two settled on a name, Deathwing's Gaze.
After all, this skill can not only bite the tail, but also stare into the opponent's eyes, bite the lips or bite the tongue...
…
"hey-hey."
Hogg opened his bloody mouth and let out a ferocious laugh.
"hey-hey."
The wings of death's head condensed with holy light flew around Robbie, bringing up a beautiful golden stream of light, and also let out a ferocious laugh.
The two of them stood in front of and behind Yrel, staring at Yrel's tail with malicious intent.
Yirel quickly clamped his tail.
Yrel, who clamped his tail tightly, lacked the balancing effect of the tail, so he could not produce those sharp kicks. Without the hooves of light, his strength would be greatly reduced, and victory would not be difficult.
Strangely, Yrel's expression didn't show much panic. She stared at Robbie's Deathwing head seriously and suddenly asked: "Are you a relative of Deathwing?"
Robbie felt that there might be an unknown relationship between Yrel and Hogg.
"This skill is good and looks pretty good. Can you teach it to me?"
Yrel behaved calmly and without any panic: "In exchange, I can teach you the hoof of light. This is a skill I have learned myself. It was not taught by a prophet. You can pass it on to others at will."
I don’t have hooves, so why should I learn the hoof of light? Robbie couldn’t help but cursed.
Yrel's performance was obviously wrong. Judging from the little hoof's attitude, it didn't look like he was pretending. Robbie hesitated for a moment:
"Yiriel, at this time, you should call for help."
Yirel took a deep breath and shouted: "Help, help...is that so?"
Is it really okay for you to act so calm?
"Yrel, this is the fortress of the Brotherhood. It's useless even if you scream."
"It's so tedious to break your throat." Yrel took a deep breath again:
"Broken throat, broken throat, broken throat."
…
This time, Robbie couldn't calm down anymore and felt uneasy.
This Yrel must have someone to rely on.
Hogg on the side also realized something was wrong and began to retreat quietly.
"Are you calling me? Yrel."
A hoarse voice sounded, like a broken throat, and someone walked out of the hotel.
This is a strong Draenei man, wearing a gorgeous defender's armor, holding a two-handed hammer with a huge purple crystal tied to the head of the hammer.
The Hammer of the Naaru, a hammer said to be blessed by the Naaru.
"impossible."
Robbie exclaimed: "Guardian Maraad, why are you here?"
Robbie is a careful person, and he does all the defenses in the fortress. There is one post every three steps, and one sentry every five steps. The combination of open sentry and hidden sentry means there are absolutely no blind spots.
In order to deal with Yrel, today the fortress is closed to all visitors and is heavily guarded. There is a magic shield in the sky to protect the city, and the walls are guarded by Brotherhood officials. Not a single mosquito can get in.
"Impossible." Hogg also shouted: "You, are you the defense officer Maraad?"
Maraad laughed: "Dirty Jackal, you have been fooled."
"Hogg, what's going on?" Robbie asked.
Hogg gnashed his teeth in hatred, sparks flying from his teeth as they rubbed against each other:
"On the same day that Yrel moved in, this Draenei came to me, claiming to be Technician Romul. He was from Ambori Village and was a jeweler. I figured out that our fortress was lacking a jeweler, so I wanted to
He introduced it to the commander. He said there was no rush and he needed to make a piece of jewelry to present to the commander as a greeting gift to show off his superb craftsmanship, so I arranged for him to stay in the basement of the hotel."
"I'm dizzy!"
It is difficult to guard against domestic thieves.
Needless to say, Hogg also had some selfish motives and planned to show his face in front of Commander Vanessa and accumulate some credit, so he did not explain this matter to Robbie.
As for why Maraad did this.
Looking at the fiery gaze he looked at Yirel, Robbie would have been stupid not to guess.
There is a theory that in Maraad's timeline, Yrel was her lover and died in Shattrath City.
It is more likely that this is a story that Maraad deliberately made up in order to get closer to Yrel.
Yrel has an excellent appearance and high talent. Even by human standards, she is an extremely beautiful woman.
My fair lady is a good gentleman, and the draenei are immortal, so the age difference is not a problem at all.
Having fooled the poor gnoll, Maraad was beaming and looked particularly proud.
"Kabol the Blasphemer, during the battle at the Dark Portal, I never thought we would meet again." Maraad sneered, "I never thought you could escape from the Iron Tribe's prison."
"Damn it!"
Although in the game World of Warcraft, Vindicator Maraad is a positive hero. In order to save Yrel, he died heroically in Talador.
But in this world, Maraad is Robbie's enemy.
On the eve of the raid on the Dark Portal, Robbie and Thrall were duel, and they were about to win. It was Maraad who sneak-attacked Robbie. After that, he woke up in the Iron Horde's prison and became a test subject.
You don't need to guess what happened during this period.
Although the soul has changed, the hatred in this body is a real and profound memory, buried deep in the heart, which can never be erased.
Robbie suppressed the anger in his heart and praised against his will: "Guardian Maraad, you are amazing. I admire you very much."
Maraad was a little surprised: "I feel very gratified by the praise from the blasphemer Kabol. Although I have not done anything, of course, your begging and begging for mercy are useless. The only offense against the great savior is you personally."
An apology can make up for it.”
How dare this Maraad dare to attack him in the Brotherhood's castle.
Robbie frowned, recalling Khadgar's terrifying teleportation ability, and felt relieved. With Khadgar's magical attainments, it shouldn't be difficult to connect with Maraad and Yrel.
Robbie chuckled: "Even if you want to take my life, my admiration for you will still not change. Back then, your tribe was almost wiped out by the orcs, but you luckily escaped to the continent of Azeroth. Now you can actually put aside your past grudges and work with us.
The orc Thrall teamed up to raid the Dark Portal and attack the Iron Horde, which has nothing to do with you. This magnanimity is admirable and worthy of being a role model for the Draenei."
Maraad's face moved slightly: "Kabor the Blasphemer, you are indeed as sharp-tongued as the rumors say. Your attempts to sow discord are meaningless. Thrall and I have deep ties of friendship..."
"You still feel like brothers with the orcs, right..."
Robbie sarcastically said: "When the orcs invaded Shattrath City, your sister was raped by an orc and tortured to death after giving birth to a child. Who came from that orc? Gul'dan, Grom, Hell.
Roar, Blackhand, oh, I know, it must be Thrall."
"Shut up, Thrall wasn't born yet at that time." Maraad roared.
This is probably the eternal pain in Maraad's heart. Maraad and the orcs gave birth to a girl, the half-orc Garona. Later, Garona and Medivh gave birth to the savior Med'an. Maraad was called
Uncle, this is exactly where it comes from.
"Oh, that must be Thrall's father Durotan. No wonder you and Thrall have a close relationship. You are as close to the orcs of Orgrimmar as one family. You can also fight against the Iron Horde together. It turns out that we are all relatives. Speaking of Sand
Tar was captured unexpectedly, did you betray the information to the orcs?"
"The blasphemer Kabol, you have successfully aroused my anger. This is the eternal hatred in my heart. It will never be eradicated. I want your life."
"Why, you don't dare to seek revenge from Thrall. You are also afraid of the orcs of Orgrimmar. Take it out on me, a little human. Vindicator Maraad, don't take yourself too seriously. You are just a coward.
Little coward, a disgrace to the draenei." (To be continued)