Vol 2 Chapter 1672 40. The power of infinitely small murlocs, the body hugs the sea of ​​crumbs

   Chapter 1672 40. Powerful infinitely small murlocs, pirates with crumbs in their bodies

   “Archimonde is not going to come forward. A little polluter is quite pompous. Maybe it thinks that relying on these demons can kill us all.”

   Watching Illidari enter the battlefield from the flank, it only took a few minutes to shake the speed of the demon’s advance.

   He didn’t see the polluter appearing in the attacking demon position for the first time. That guy actually only sent a legion warrior to attack the front line built by the anti-demon coalition on the Anniheran molten pool.

   I don’t know if it’s arrogance or temptation?

   But Garrod chose the headquarters very well. His position was easy to defend and difficult to attack. Even the demons with the advantage in numbers could not fully deploy their troops, and they had to charge up against the firepower of the coalition forces.

   As a result, the lower-level demons just rushed through the position where a large number of gnome dark mines were laid, and they were head-on attacked by the mage troops commanded by the archmage Romans.

  The mages are lined up along the Fel Ridge, and there is no need to describe the ice storm or arcane tearing, just pick the place where there are many people and throw it.

   With the crowded attack method of the demons, there is no need to worry about not being able to hit anyone.

   Among them, Khadgar, the white-bearded old man, lost the most energy. This guy doesn’t know what to smoke. He is old-fashioned, and he even started to grow a beard like Antonidas.

   At first glance, it looks like a Gandalf in the Purple.

Although it is more difficult to directly extract the original magic power in the Twisting Void in Argus than to control arcane magic, the original magic power is more violent and more difficult to operate. For low-level mages, controlling such magic power is no different from suicide, but it can be transferred to Argus Advance The spellcasters in the army are the big bosses.

   After getting used to it, playing with this violent magic is a matter of holding hands, and this primitive magic is not without benefits. The magic they create is even more destructive and even beyond the control of the caster himself.

   Ordinary Arcane Missiles will turn into terrifying things like “Arcane Battering Hammer” when thrown.

  Under the blow of the magic frenzy, the first wave of cannon fodder of the demons quickly dissipated, and a group of warriors of all ethnic groups also took the opportunity to rush out of the front line to harvest people’s heads.

   But this wave of lost demons is not even a drop in the bucket for Archimonde’s army, and the big demon still hasn’t appeared.

   “The Fel Heart is still there.”

  Little Xingxing, who likes to fight with the wind, also took the time to throw a few lightning whips on the heads of the demons just now. Wearing a mage hat, she ran back excitedly, and said to Black with a worried look:

   “How many we kill, how many demons can be born over there.

  If I were Archimonde, I wouldn’t be in a hurry, I would just use cannon fodder to consume our energy until we were exhausted and swarmed us to get rid of us. ”

   “So even you see that this is a trap?”

  Blake glanced at the little star in surprise and wondered why this idiot is so smart today, he said with his pipe in his mouth:

   “That’s right, Jarod knows that the final point is not a frontal battle, and Archimonde knows that, if we want to win, we’ll have to sneak into Nathrax Hold and destroy the Fel Heart there.

   The polluters are waiting for us there.

   A ruthless commander like it doesn’t care about the lives of lower-level demons at all. As you said, no matter how hard we slaughter, it’s just useless.

   This wave of attacks is not even a temptation, it is a ‘prompt’.

  The polluter is inviting us to step into its realm, to be precise, inviting me, that **** must be waiting to meet me and you again. ”

   “Me? Why is this still my business?”

   Stupid Blue Dragon widened his eyes and said:

   “I didn’t mess with Archimonde! I haven’t seen it a few times.”

   “Who slapped the polluters in the face in the sight of Dalaran?”

  The pirate glanced at the little star and said:

   “Don’t think you can run away, if you don’t deal with Archimonde here, at the level of Defiler’s spellcasting, once it blocks our retreat, you will suffer.

   It’s going to rip you to the bone and take your head to drink, trust me, that **** can’t do that. ”

   “Okay! So this is your purpose!”

  Little Xingxing realized that she had been fooled, she screamed and threw away the pen and paper in her hand, rushed to grab Blake’s neck and shouted:

   “You just wanted to force me to go to the battlefield, did you take this kind of thing into consideration? I just said why I ran after you and you didn’t object at all, but what’s wrong with me being a salted fish?

   You must be happy to see me and the devil fight to the death, right?

Hate you! ”

   “Normal.”

  Black patted the crazy little Xingxing’s hand away, pointed to the Nasrax Fortress in front of her, and said:

   “Let’s go, let’s go there! Don’t worry about it here, Jarod can take care of the front line, anyway, no matter how bad the disadvantage is, it’s a sure win. Hey, little idiot, can you solve it?

   Give a word! ”

He lowered his head and glanced at the little murloc who was sitting at his feet, holding the box of fascination, and the little murlocs were turning. Pember raised his head and croaked at Black twice, and showed that the one in his hand had been twisted. Mystery box with 70% completion.

  The little murloc is in good shape today, it thinks it will be able to untie this thing in a while.

   “Very good, then you will be the vanguard!”

  Blake said to the little fishman with satisfaction:

   “It’s up to you to surprise Archimonde first, and let the blind big demon see the power of murlocs!”

   “Cuck!”

  Bumblebee thought the idea was a terrific one.

   It lowered its head again and started to spin the box of fascination. Anyway, it doesn’t rely on technical level to play this thing, it depends on luck. As long as you are lucky, you can break it violently by twisting it.

Little Xingxing reluctantly drove the Thor Throne full of dwarf cameras toward the Nasrax Fortress. Halfway through the road, the pirate activated the Crown of the Ruler, which was suspended behind his head, and activated the second The shadow of the world is fixed on itself.

   He lowered the height of the little star, and covered the group of people who were rushing below into a moving barrier, so that they completely disappeared from the perception of the demons, and went to the position of the Nasrax Fortress like non-existent guests.

   “Garrosh! Push your dad and run!”

  Black shouted down in midair:

   “I don’t care if you’re going to be left behind. Is it so slow to push a wheelchair at such a young age? Did you work too **** Agna?”

   “Shut up! Smelly pirates!”

   The young roar, who was running below and pushing Grom Hellscream’s wheelchair to almost a hundred miles, scolded the sky angrily.

   This damned Krokun’s road is too difficult to walk, the hub of his father’s Titan Iron Wheelchair is about to rub out sparks, but the speed just can’t get up, what a hell.

  The others were all galloping on the Tabu sheep, and the group of demon hunters was even more outrageous, they were flying away.

  The ability to run so fast in a wheelchair has proven the strength of the orc warrior. It seems that he has not exercised himself less during this time. Of course, Grom is still not satisfied with his “propulsion speed”.

   The Orc Big Daddy, who has been violent all his life, can’t wait to use Gorehowl to “accelerate” his weak son, but sitting in a wheelchair, he can already feel the dried up demon blood in his body reviving.

  Those poisonous things seemed to sense their villainous master, and they began to flow in Grom’s body again.

This made the orc chief’s eyes turn red, and his breathing became heavy. The growth of the demon blood did not bring much power, but it was like on the “Throne of Benefactors” that was opened by suffering back then. He was bewitched by the familiar feeling when he drank the blood of the devil.

   A violent desire for destruction was pounding Grom Hellscream’s mind, and the greatest malice from the Twisting Nether was urging Grom to return to the chaotic destruction camp.

   This is a spiritual confrontation.

Compared to himself who was young and stupid, after so many years of experience, Grom is no longer what he used to be. He used his fiery burning will to shape the armor of his soul to protect himself from becoming that The violent man hated by everyone.

   But he didn’t do it to please others.

   Under the astonished gaze of the pirates on the high-altitude platform, Hellscream, who was clearly summoned by the demon blood, closed his eyes and suppressed his madness little by little.

  It’s hard to imagine how this old orc whose fire of life was like a candle in the wind could do this.

   But there is no doubt that when Grom reopened his eyes, there was only a daunting coldness and death in those bloodshot eyes.

   That is absolute peace!

   That is the deadliest state of a warrior before the desperate fight, maintaining endless anger while maintaining extremely rational thoughts.

   The will to harness anger and the mind to manipulate power make them powerful killing machines that terrify all enemies.

Seeing the embarrassed appearance of Young Hero Ho, who was pushing the wheelchair, Blake pouted again. He calculated the distance to the Nasrax Fortress across the battlefield under the shadow of the world. He raised his left hand on the throne, and snapped his fingers like a gust of wind in the coquettish gesture of a certain purple sweet potato essence snapping his fingers when he claimed to be destiny.

  The Anima of the God of Wind on the boots is activated, and the status of the Four Winds begins to stack.

  As the first round of the extremely cold north wind blew, an invisible thrust was exerted on everyone around them, super doubling their speed.

Especially the demon hunters with wings, in the superposition of layers of cold air, the speed of these guys surpassed the speed of sound in an instant, whistling across large areas of fel magma molten pools, and the moment the shadow of the world shattered, it was like a meteorite. It smashed into the inner area of ​​Nasrax Fortress and smashed into the elite demons who were lining up.

When they landed, the gloomy and cold north wind changed instantly, and the grinding east wind resurfaced. The demons slowed, and the breath of the east wind quenched the fel fires burning in them.

Its accompanying “Slicing Wind” enchantment wraps itself around the weapons of every Demon Hunter and Uncrowned Assassin who emerges from the shadows, making the already sharp Aldrachi Warglaives and Titan Blades even more razor-sharp. In addition to the deadly magic cut.

   In the operation of the “Auxiliary Master” stinky pirates, the demons who were raided were chopped down in a single encounter.

   Of course, such a deadly attack is still a drop in the bucket for the total number of demons, but it is at least imposing!

   And the attacks of the demon hunters are more to create chaos and attract attention, because the real ultimate move is not them.

   “Quack quack!”

   Above the Throne of Thor suspended high in the sky, the little murloc used his pathetic lung capacity to issue the sharpest battle cry since his birth.

   At the moment when the shadow of the world removed its cover, under the gaze of tens of thousands of hideous demons, Pemberba raised the box of mystery in his hand, and pushed a block of himself to the activation position during the movement of his claws.

With a    “click”, a horrifying chaotic magic began to erupt over the Nasrax Fortress.

   “That thing is going to blow up! Stop making ugly poses, hurry up!”

  Black kicked the smug little murloc, who threw the Mystery Box that was about to be activated into the air.

   Controlling the Four Winds, Blake rose into the air, flashing in the air and posing a classic posture of hanging a golden hook, and accurately kicked on the box of fans flying in the air with 20 years of national football footwork.

With a    whistle, the black box of fans that was constantly peeling off the stairs roared and flew into the densest demons in the front hall of the Nasrax Fortress like a football cannonball shooting like a tiger.

   Then there are seven-color streamers blooming there.

Good guy, it started with a legendary rainbow light jet, which instantly melted the unfortunate devil’s crumbs around, and then it was like a magic exhibition of stars, that **** Pandora’s box was finally opened by the stupid and lucky murloc, And in this demon land blooms its own Void charm.

From the lowest level of fireball, flame hand, to sheep transformation and mass teleportation, which require certain spellcasting ability to master, as well as the double materials of legendary meteorite and shaman earthquake, which are amazing in the frenzy of various magics. combination.

   The sharp-eyed little star even saw that the Mystery Box created the Legendary Creature Summoning Technique, and summoned a few dumb-faced Krasis thugs from the sea of ​​no light.

   Until this moment, the stunned Little Xingxing finally understood what the ugly black box that the little fishman kept playing with in his hand represented.

   She trembled as she stared at the little murloc Bumbolba, who was proudly akimbo, standing in the background of the tens of millions of magic frenzy raging on the demonic field, holding a dwarf selfie stick to take a handsome photo of herself.

   she screamed:

   “You little bastard! You have been dangling this dangerous thing in front of my eyes every day for a while! Damn it! Have I been walking on the edge of **** these days?

   No wonder I always feel the gloomy wind, it turns out that my death star is shining.

Kill you! ”

   Stupid Blue Dragon chasing the Murloc screaming and beating on Thor’s Throne.

   But Blake ignored these two living treasures. He recorded the magic that was constantly sprayed in front of him. When the count reached 666, the magic in the box was obviously weakened, which made the pirates very regretful.

   It seems that the demons were lucky and did not win the ultimate prize of 999, but this is not bad, after all, the strong fortress built on the mountain is almost half collapsed.

   Archimonde, who was hiding inside to pretend to be an uncle, and Malonos, who was taking a comfortable magma bath, were buried in the collapse of the mountain, which was enough.

   “Hey, you won’t draw your sword, are you planning to play?”

  Illidan, who had already clenched the supreme blade and was about to jump into the chaotic battlefield, glanced at Black, who was holding a pipe, and said:

   “Or in your words, are you holding back your big moves?”

   “Uh, no, ahem.”

  The pirate pretended to touch his heart, blew out a smoke ring and said:

   “I haven’t been in good health these few days, and I always feel uncomfortable in some way. Although I can’t say it, it’s just uncomfortable. In short, I can’t fight with all my strength, and it will bring you terrible trouble.

   But don’t worry. ”

  Black moved for a while, and made a coquettish gesture of preparing to dive to the left edge. He winked at Illidan and said:

   “I will use another form to help you cut off the communication between the demons inside and outside the Nasrax fortress, I will help you block the door and fight as much as you like.

   Don’t forget to pick a few uniquely shaped skulls as gifts for me. ”

   After saying that, the pirates jumped down from the sky, sat down freely and plunged into the molten pool of fel energy created by the abyss lords outside the fortress under the stunned gaze of Little Star and Little Murloc.

   He quickly disappeared into the hot green magma, as if he had been completely melted.

   But no one would think that a **** like Black would be scalded to death by lava, so he must be preparing some strange tricks. Illidan “looked” at the little star a second before rushing down the battlefield, and he said:

   “He’s not well? Is he sick?”

   Faced with this question, Xiao Xingxing suddenly thought of the terrifying thing she saw in Mac’Aree, and nodded frantically like pounding garlic, and said with all her might:

   “He’s very ill, don’t let him go to the battlefield, something will happen!”

   (end of this chapter)