Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty Nine: The Devil of a Thousand Stomach III
The huge, bloated body of the ancient god moved, slowly squirming like a worm, its target was Tyrande's altar.
Archimonde looked at the huge body of the ancient god and said to Mannoroth beside him: "In my opinion, this can only be regarded as the clone of the Moon God. In fact, I have always had questions about how the Moon God can open the Titan.
Planet defense left behind."
Mannoroth looked at his commander, the arrogant Archimonde the Defiler, and had moments of doubt.
Archimonde thought for a while and tried to guess:
"Our Burning Legion cannot break through the Titan's defense. I don't know if the Cute Legion has this technology. How can the Moon Goddess, who has a mysterious origin, master magic better than the Titans?"
Mannoroth blinked his little eyes. He had to act as stupid as possible in front of his superiors. Archimonde liked this, so he replied without thinking: "Maybe it was the Titan who taught the Moon God."
Unexpectedly, Archimonde was greatly touched. He looked at his adjutant in surprise and took a breath:
"Damn it, why didn't I think of it? I imagined countless reasons and removed those impossible options. No matter how horrifying the remaining answers are, it must be the truth. Yes, it must be like this."
Mannoroth really wanted to slap himself in the face.
Three million Zandalari trolls disappeared, and the tauren, dwarves, furbolgs and other tribes soon became restless after the initial surprise.
The Red Dragon Queen quickly winked. In addition to the Black Dragon Clan, the four dragon clans took off into the air at the same time and circled around the camps of several clans, with pairs of dragon eyes watching eagerly.
Looking at the ferocious dragon clan in the sky, several major clans did not dare to move rashly.
Hu En Gaoling rolled his eyes and said to the frightened tauren chiefs beside him: "Haha, Achilles is really a big fool. Just now he was talking to me about how to carve up Azshara. He looked so arrogant. In the blink of an eye,
It disappeared in a matter of seconds, the biggest competitor is gone, Azshara is ours."
Although there were dwarves and furbolgs present, they couldn't compare with the half a million tauren.
Seeing that the titular leader Huon Gaoling was so optimistic, hundreds of tauren chiefs felt relieved a little.
"That's right, those dwarves and furbolgs can't compete with us. It's great that the stupid Zandalar trolls are dead. The treasures are all ours." A tauren chief said happily.
There are four dragon governors in the sky. It is impossible to escape, so we can only maintain an optimistic attitude.
The giant insect transformed by three million trolls was so big that the tall altar was like a piece of grass at the foot of the mountain. The giant insect stopped in front of the altar, and the magic city Azshara still showed no reaction.
Hu En Gaoling looked at the densely packed mouths of the giant insect and said to the tauren chief beside him:
"We should praise the moon god. With such a terrifying monster to help us, we will definitely win. The three million Zandalari trolls will die a worthy and worthy death. My tribe will take the lead in the charge soon, and I will prepare right away."
Hu En Gaoling immediately returned to his tent. Seeing no one around, he quickly took out a rune from his arms.
This is a teleportation rune that was given to him by a strange tauren traveler. The traveler predicted that Huen Gaoling would encounter a catastrophe of life and death and gave him a rune.
The moment of life and death was imminent, Hu En Gaoling hurriedly activated the teleportation rune.
In a flash of light, Hu En Gaoling appeared in a small mountain col hundreds of miles away.
Looking in the direction of Azshara, Hu En Gaoling, who had escaped from death and survived, couldn't help laughing heartily.
However, three more rays of light soon lit up. Huon Gaoling stopped smiling and saw his two old neighbors, the two tauren chiefs of Highmountain.
"Haha, you are here too."
"Yes, I just arrived."
After the initial embarrassment, the three tauren chiefs greeted each other warmly, understanding each other tacitly.
"What should we do? Each of our chiefs has brought tens of thousands of tribesmen, all of whom are elites in the tribe. We thought we could make a fortune in Azshara, but now it seems..."
The tauren chief shook his head sadly.
The deaths of three million Zandalari trolls were obvious to all the tauren.
However, under the surveillance of the Dragon Clan, they could not escape and could only resign themselves to their fate.
"Hey, I have transferred out all the young and middle-aged people in the clan. How can I explain this to the clan members?" Another chief also frowned, feeling deeply regretful.
"It's really stupid, even stupider than Achilles." Hu En Gaoling stared at his eyes:
"Remember, we are still alive. This is the most important thing. After we go back, we must unify our caliber and say that our heroic warriors died in the battle with the Burning Legion. We killed dozens of times. Oh, no,
Hundreds of times more enemies, every tauren is a hero."
"But the Burning Legion is our ally."
"Yes, our opponent is Queen Azshara."
The two chiefs each raised questions.
Hu En Gaoling showed a terrifying and fierce light and explained:
"Don't worry about these details. I think the Burning Legion is more legitimate and easier to be accepted by the tribe. In short, the reputation of the Highmountain Tauren is the most important. Do you want future generations to accuse us of being a bunch of fools? We only care about escaping for our lives.
Despicable person?"
The other two chiefs shook their heads repeatedly. The tauren chieftainship was a hereditary system and could probably be inherited for ten thousand years. They did not want to shame their descendants and lose their position as chief.
Hu En Gaoling nodded with satisfaction: "In that case, it's easy. The chief's position is finally saved. We must supervise each other after we return, and no one is allowed to lie."
Seeing the sad expressions of the two allies, Hu En Gaoling consoled him:
"Don't be so pessimistic. Maybe the moon god Elune will not do anything to us. Maybe in a few days, our boys will come back happily with a lot of loot."
At this moment, a hoarse and unpleasant voice sounded in the ears of the three chiefs.
"I'm hungry, I want to eat beef, oh, and the cute furbolgs, I want them all."
There is no doubt that this sound comes from the giant insect with a mouth full of it. This is the magic of the ancient gods. Even though it is hundreds of miles away, it still rings clearly in the ears.
The three chiefs bowed their heads in silence together, knowing that not a single one of the 500,000 tauren would survive.
"Let's go back to Highmountain."
Hu En Gao Ling's nose felt sore and he waved his hand sadly:
"Go back, the kobolds are knocking on the door again. It's really a headache."
The huge ancient god's body opened all its mouths and spit out countless filaments, which were connected to the hearts of half a million tauren and hundreds of thousands of furbolgs.
The minotaurs and furbolgs seemed to have launched a collective charge, rushing towards the body of the giant insect and disappearing into the terrifying mouth full of teeth.
There are only hundreds of thousands of dwarves left among the lower races, shivering and at a loss, waiting for their tragic fate to come.
After eating, the ancient god seemed very satisfied. Her front end was covered with a dense number of horns.
Tyrande climbed to the top of the ancient god's front along the stairs made of horns.
A voice came:
"Tylande, you have done a great job. Leave the rest to me. Everything you expect will come soon, and you will receive eternal glory. In ancient times, this glory belonged to a country called Bang.
Sandy's guy, but he betrayed me, damn it."
"Praise the moon god." Tyrande replied humbly. (To be continued)