Chapter 1222 Killing the Spirit

  The flame shield around the flame cheetah just had time to light up, and then a blazing white light flashed, and then shattered. Forget it, the bursting flame elements could not escape the control of Arthas, and all the free flame elements were sucked into the Balrog Hammer.

   This is the crushing of the elemental power level!

   And Fandral himself was hit by a hammer from mid-air like a cannonball into the distant hills.

   "Boom!"

   A burst of rocks shattered and the hill collapsed.

   Before he could climb out of the pile of rubble in embarrassment, he immediately felt a pain in both shoulders.

   "Ahhh-"

After    screamed, he realized that the two arrows with the power of stars were shot by Tyrande and Shandris.

   These two arrows were like two big nails, nailing him to the thick rock wall behind him.

   He wanted to struggle, and more spiked arrows were waiting for him.

   "Fuck!"

"Puff puff!"

  The arrow pierced into the flesh, and under the suppression of the goddess's power, he couldn't even turn his body into a ball of flame and slip away.

  Shoulders, waist, two elbows and two knees were all nailed.

   He has completely become the frog, the frog that was used to dissect frogs in biology class.

   Well, everyone is green!

   "Save your lord!" I have to say that Fandral has indeed bewitched a large group of Druids, and even if he turns into such a ghost, he will not abandon him.

   Nearly a hundred flame druids rushed out of the lava river, or turned into fire eagles and flew over, or turned into flaming bears and ran wild.

   Too bad they are doomed!

   As soon as a fire eagle turned into a flame druid took off, it was shot by a pouring Frost Machine cannonball, and it was torn apart on the spot.

  【Evil Spirit Heart of Ice Snow】 smirked: "We are professionals in the robbery field, don't come here for your amateurs!"

The    mecha troop is the strongest barrier. Occasionally, a few really master multiple transformations. They are both fire eagles and leopards playing stealth. They were stabbed and dropped by the dark spirit heroes such as Maiev and Sera Moonguard, and they were killed in three or five blows.

   This is what happens to the traitorous fan.

   "Master Ragnaros! Save me—" Realizing that his younger brother was unreliable, Fandral didn't care about his face when he was about to die, and cried out to the new master for help.

  McDonald's and Tyrande rejoice.

Mai walked over and pressed the antler sword against Fandral's chin: "Very good! If your new master Ragnaros really has the courage to run out of his flaming toilet to save you, I will let you go for a while. Let you return to the arms of your new master."

   "Really!?" Fandral actually believed it.

Next to   , Tyrande's eyebrows twitched.

so bad! Murder will be punished!

   But...I love it!

McDonnell shouted with [Breakthrough Roar]: "I count what I say, but I don't have the patience, so I just fell down dozens of times. Rag, I know you can hear it, if you want to save your dog, you just need to roar once. Throat, and then I'll give you five minutes to get out of that shabby house. Ten...nine...eight..."

   Of course, let alone counting down from ten to zero, even if it counts down from 9527, it’s time to play dead.

   Fire elemental creatures have never been the same way of thinking as mortals.

  Rage would care about such a traitor?

  Don't be funny!

   But tossing traitors is fun!

   Seeing this great traitor who betrayed the interests and secrets of the entire night elves for the sake of his dead son and granddaughter, his face went from full of hope to the final gloomy despair, and he was truly relieved.

   Seeing that Fandral lowered his head, Tyrande nodded indistinctly to McDonald.

   McDonald walked over proudly, raised his antler sword, and pressed it against Fandral's forehead.

   Fandral's eyes were full of confusion, and he suddenly smiled bitterly: "Did I do something wrong? Is there still a chance for my soul to be redeemed?"

   McDonald raised his eyebrows: "Saving your soul is a matter of the Emerald Dream! And my responsibility is to send you to hell!"

After   's domineering speech, there was that intoxicating flash of lightning.

  Fandral, whose head turned into a charred watermelon, collapsed in a slump.

Feeling the complicated gazes cast by the surrounding, the Stratholme Emperor said: "The Alliance will be highly aligned with the interests of the planet of Azeroth. If you go against the Alliance, I will guarantee that they will be miserable. If you mess with the Alliance, even if It is a dying old dog, and there is a high probability that he can enjoy his old age!"

   The reactions of the members of the alliance were different.

   Funny, Onyxia is obsessive and fanatic. Sunderland is humble obedience.

  The black dragon prince Wrathion was the most anxious. Of course he refused to accept McDonald's, but as a black dragon who could judge the situation the most, he knew very well that at the time when the alliance was at its strongest, the price of betraying the alliance was too high.

   Of course, he can mindlessly attribute the strength of the alliance to the fact that there are too many thugs in the alliance. But after understanding the history of the league, you will know that all of it was created by McDonald's.

   He may have a chance to leave the league in the future, but not now or in the next few years.

   All he could do was hibernate, but he was faintly afraid. He knew very well that his unsatisfactory old sister probably had dormant thoughts in the beginning. But if you wear it, you don't look like a black dragon.

   The collapse and complete surrender of inner persistence is what Wrathion is most afraid of.

   Here, the sporadic resistance of the Flame Druid traitors soon ended.

  Whether Tyrande is willing or not, it is necessary to announce the fate of the traitor within the night elves.

   During the war, the soft-hearted approach is to tell those who betrayed that there is no cost to betrayal, so that more people who are shaken in their hearts will join the ranks of treasonous and treasonous.

   Even if he was as kind as Kael'thas, he couldn't spare Archmage Astalo back then.

   At this time, everyone turned their attention to the palace of the flame demon Ragnaros, where the crown of the Fire Land is located.

   Arthas smiled: "Yo, that old boy Rag is still showing off. Do you really think he is still the supreme king in the Fire Elemental Realm?"

  McDonald pouted, noncommittal.

   It's just that the two fools were a little excited: "Brother, can you raise my hammer to a liter?"

   McDonald laughed. Two fools, this is a bit greedy.

   As we all know, an artifact without an artifact soul can only be a low-level artifact forever, and only an artifact with a powerful artifact soul will have the chance to be promoted to a high-level.

   McDonald said: "Don't think about surrendering Ragnaros. That irritable old man will not surrender even in the face of destruction."

  Er fool's face collapsed on the spot, his eyes twitched back and forth on the wind sword, and he knew what he meant without saying it: How good are you, brother, you are all the lords of the elements.

"It doesn't matter if the elemental lord is obedient. After destroying the rag, you can destroy its soul and split it into two artifacts. Re-train a new fire soul." As soon as MacDonald finished speaking, he sharply He noticed that the wind sword in his hand shook uncontrollably.

   (end of this chapter)