Chapter 33: WOW: 33 Tragic Rescue

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Chapter 33 - WOW: 33 Tragic Rescue /WeakVisible for Advance Chapter "Who are you?" Zulud asked in the awkward Common Language, with the iron hammer in his hand without any hesitation. Shamans all use iron hammers as weapons, and the so-called spellcaster is actually a warrior! "I'm your father!" After Arthas continuously swung out his light hammers and accumulated enough energy, a beam of light rose from his shield: Shield of Justice! Bang! Zulud was knocked to the ground. Arthas said to the red dragon that had recovered below, "Save me, your queen, and pretend that you haven't woken up yet!" The red dragon under him raised its eyelids, apparently understanding what Alsace said. It continued to close its eyes, its body swaying, as if it was still in a dizzy state. If it wasn't for knowing that he was awake, no one would have suspected that a dragon's acting skills could be so good as to make the fake look real! "Damn bastard! Spray him to death with the big lizard!" Zulud angrily picked up the hammer and smashed it hard. He wanted to tear this hateful human into pieces! Ding! Several orc soldiers who rushed over were hit by the holy light shield thrown by Arthas, and they staggered. He rushed over first and slashed the orc's neck with a sword, piercing the aorta, and blood immediately flowed out. Although he failed to kill the opponent in one go, the consequence of not having a priest to stop the bleeding was that the orc covered his neck in pain and waited for death. The difficulty in breathing and the loss of strength caused by excessive blood loss were irresistible. Alsace, who had obviously experienced killing, began to harvest lives skillfully. He even felt a moment of pleasure, as if something had entered the body of the orc after it died. This pleasure gradually drove him crazy. He used his shield to block the two axes' blows, unloaded his strength to one side, kicked the orc's crotch, and pierced his brain with the long sword in his hand. With a twist of his right hand, the sword blade smashed his brain, and the orc died instantly. "You all must die! Haha!" Arthas raised his sword high, and a holy light poured from his body to the ground. Several arrows flew from a distance, piercing his armor and knocking down a portion of his health. But standing on the ground of dedication, his body continued to recover health. Buzz! Another holy light fell, the Holy Order of Glory! Filling up his health again. Block the attack, fight flexibly, use the Avenger's Shield and the Holy Light Hammer to attack from a distance, and kill the orcs who shot arrows from behind. The scars on Arthas's body gradually increased, but his fighting spirit did not decrease. His crazy expression gradually entered the stage of killing. This madness even scared the orcs. One orc desperately hugged Arthas, but Arthas opened his mouth and bit his ear, biting off his ear. He kicked the orc away and was also knocked out. However, the next second, Arthas stood up again with blood in his mouth, and the holy light fell, healing some of his injuries. He rushed forward again with big strides, "Haha, come on, continue, today is your burial place!" The crazy look made the Black Dragon Princess frown. It was too crazy, and she seemed to be possessed. She waved her staff and threw out several big fireballs. She reported the situation here to her father Deathwing. Deathwing, who was not far away, was also watching the situation here. He also saw Arthas's madness. Although this kind of battle was not good in his eyes, he could crush these orcs with one finger. But he was full of interest in Arthas, as if the whispers in his mind would be greatly amplified during the battle, causing him to do some crazy behaviors. As the guardian of the earth, he was originally a guardian of dragons, but his lair was underground, next to the sealed ancient god N'Zoth. He had to listen to the other party's nagging every day, and he had no way to block it out. He was amazing that he didn't go crazy after ten thousand years. In addition to the whispers of N'Zoth, he could also hear the painful wails from the planet deep in the earth. An unborn baby parasitized by parasites must be in pain. Alsace's behavior was similar to his own experience, so he showed mercy to Alsace and was willing to cooperate with this weak human prince. Especially when the other party said that he could find a solution, he became even more interested and wanted to see if Alsace could do it and whether the other party's method would work on him. In the plot, Deathwing was nearly killed, and was hiding underground to recover from his injuries before being completely controlled by N'Zoth and becoming irreversible. Now, Deathwing is not under the control of N'Zoth, and the two sides are just a cooperative relationship. "Help him. Remember, the dragon eggs are what we need. Don't mess it up." Deathwing certainly would not focus on Arthas, he had more important things to do, that is to plunder the red dragon eggs and bring them to Draenor to hatch, and rebuild the black dragon army. It is not possible in Azeroth, because black dragons are hated by everyone and will be killed when seen. Unless they surrender, the remaining poor black dragons will be monitored in the Dragon Rest Temple. "Yes, father." Onyxia re-evaluated Arthas, and she was only interested in Arthas because she could earn gold coins. She liked gold coins just to have some fun, otherwise a long life would be boring. Onyxia took the order a little more seriously. Apart from the power of the dragon, she was also a magician, and her control over spells was stronger than that of human mages. The fireballs fired by human mages were only the size of a fist, while the fireballs fired by her were about the size of a millstone, and the quality was many times greater. Boom! Onyxia unleashed her firepower, using fireballs to continuously blow away the orc soldiers of the Dragonmaw Clan. Arthas madly finished off the orcs and harvested their lives, seemingly having a very strong desire to kill orcs. After resolving the threat of the red dragon, Alleria bent her bow and drew her arrows, nailing the orcs who were shooting arrows from afar to the tree trunks. Looking at the crazy Arthas, she frowned slightly and felt a little anxious. Perhaps it was because they were related by skin, so she felt anxious. After a killing spree, only a few of the orcs of the Dragon Roar Clan escaped, and the rest were all killed. Only Chief Zulud was stepped on by Arthas, with his nose and face bruised and swollen, and even his protruding fangs were broken. With a mouth full of blood, he looked like a wolf. Compared with Arthas, who was covered in blood and full of murderous aura, there was a huge difference between them. One was a bear, and the other was a hero!

Chapter 33: WOW: 33 Tragic Rescue

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