Chapter 778 [Thunder and Thunder] (2 more)

   A powerful turbulent stream of holy light blew through the audience, and the tentacles froze at first, then dissipated in the underground palace.

   The tentacles affected by the holy light were like fuses ignited by fire, burning all the way down the tentacles to the body of C'Thun deep in the ground, causing Xiaoke to let out a round of screams that shook the sky and the ground.

   The scene was so shocking that many people came back to their senses, only to see the scene of Uther, who was half-squatting on the ground, slowly standing up.

   A gust of wind blew the long hair of the great paladin, and strands brushed against his cheeks.

   Looking at him so full of holiness and concentration, many people were in a trance for a while, and the years eventually left marks on the face of this paladin who is no longer young, but the holy light lingering on him has never weakened.

   Unlike Tirion Fordring, who was married and had children, Uther was a man who truly dedicated his life to the Holy Light.

   There are always some great things that cannot be imitated and can only be worshipped.

   Obviously, Uther is one of them.

   Artifacts always have their own functions. [Ashbringer] has never been a duel king. It has been used to vent the user's anger and power since its birth. Amplifies the user's power to the maximum and unleashes wide-area destruction.

  In history, even if it was taken back by Tirion and purified from its fallen form, it had never achieved any amazing results in high-level duels.

   This is a light cannon type great sword!

After   's full blow, Uther suddenly turned his head and stared at Arthas' young face: "I want to rest for a while, and then leave it to you. Can I trust you? Arthas!"

  At the moment when McDonald's was not around, the one with the highest explosiveness in the audience was not a magistrate, but Alsace, who also possessed an artifact.

  I saw that the former prince looked peaceful, as if he was standing and listening to a distant song.

   That is not an old Lordaeron ballad, but a new human poem.

   And he is the continuation writer of the song.

   The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and Arthas drew a two-handed greatsword from the space bag.

   This scene is too exaggerated, the right hand is the flame magic hammer, and the left hand [Fire is very happy].

   An artifact, a top-level epic sword. Ordinary warriors can't lift any of these weapons, let alone master two at the same time.

   But from the gaps in the arm armor, everyone could see Alsace's bulging muscles. Every muscle line shows the owner's explosive power.

  【Titan Grip】!

   This warrior magic skill, which should have appeared at a later point in time, is now presented to Arthas.

   Feeling his almost overflowing [Anger], everyone understands: Arthas, who has switched to [Ferocious Stance], will be desperate.

  Everyone is waiting for a signal - a signal from McDonald's!

   At this moment, the disgusting Stomach of C'Thun welcomed a third visitor.

   Liadrin was covered in mucus, and if you said she was a female knight who was about to be killed, McDonald would believe her.

   Knowing that the treatment is useless here, McDonald, while shouting, pointed to the place and said, "Don't stay here for treatment, just give me two sips of [Flash of Light] and go to that small island!"

   Liadrin shyly complied.

The moment the    female paladin was ejected, McDonald's faced the biggest test.

   He finally knew why Mr. System was so good and gave him nine lives.

   So the pit is here!

   Liadrin left on the front foot, and a bunch of giant tentacles popped out of C'Thun's stomach.

   Four giant claw tentacles, four giant eye tentacles, and 16 ordinary eye tentacles.

   This battle is outrageous!

  Dare to love, the old black outside fired a cannon and drove all the tentacles here?

  Forget it, the stomach acid in this space suddenly surged, filling half of the space at once, and there is no place to find a place to stay without the acid.

  The natural damage suffered by McDonald's quickly stacks up, and there is no substitute puppet in the blink of an eye.

The only good thing about    is that the Nature damage stack seems to start over.

   "I wipe it! Did all the tentacles come to me?"

   But think about it too: no matter how much mortals outside, as long as C'Thun's shield is not broken, it will be useless. C'Thun could have killed mortal heroes with an endless sea of ​​tentacles. The real fatality is here in the stomach - if you are C'Thun, where should you defend the most, don't you know?

   In the game, two dps and one milk can slowly grind away the vital points of C'Thun's stomach, revealing a fatal flaw, which is simply not feasible in reality.

More than 10,000 years ago, Sargeras, a Titan, beat C'Thun violently, destroying 99% of his body, and the remaining 1% could not be destroyed, so he sealed it here, and waited for his regeneration ability to gradually weaken to the point where he could the point of extinction.

   Now the time has come. The Titan Sargeras, who served justice back then, has become a super tumor that destroys the universe.

  C'Thun, who broke free from the bondage, will definitely not reveal his flaws so easily.

   The tentacles that fill the horizon are C'Thun's answer!

   Not only the violence that ripped the body apart from the giant claws embraced by ten people, but also the shocking impact of the eyes of death staring.

   In the blink of an eye, three lives were gone.

   At this moment, the helpless McDonald evoked his [Thunder Fury*Wind Chaser's Sword of Allegiance]——

【Hey! Prince Sunderland, don't play dead, I know you still have full self-awareness. 】

  【Dear my lord, I am at your service. 】The lightning that bounced off the wind sword was quite dazzling, even if McDonald's was instantly killed almost as soon as he came out. In this second, Fengjian can turn a giant eye tentacle into coke.

  【Stop talking nonsense, what I want is not your level of effort. The other party is C'Thun! 】

   The existence of the dark empire era, how could Sunderland not know?

  【My Lord, I don’t understand what you mean! 】

  【What I want is your full strength! understand? Enough to kill C'Thun in a weak state, even if it consumes a considerable part of your soul power. In exchange, I swear with my soul that within thirty years I will free you from the wind sword. regain your own body. If you do well, I'm even willing to take the time to kill Al'Akir and make you the lord of the wind element. Of course, you still have to work for me. 】

  【You...are you telling the truth? ] Prince Sunderland is clearly wavering. As an elemental creature, as long as the elemental core is not completely destroyed, he has an almost infinite lifespan. The long thirty years in the eyes of mortals are but a flash in his eyes.

   If there is limited freedom, he still has to think about it.

   Killing Alakir and putting him on top is simply impossible to refuse.

   This is the great man who defeated Ragnaros, the most dazzling star of this era.

   After hesitating for a moment, Sunderland made a ruthless [willing to offer everything for my Lord! 】

  The sky of Silithus hummed suddenly, and a hurricane was born out of nowhere, gathering on the top of the temple of Ahn'Qiraj.

   It came here with a longing for freedom and painful memories of the battle of the elements.

   Tens of thousands of wind sounds overlap each other; thousands of Razers converge as one.

   They crossed the space and gathered on the wind sword in McDonald's hand.

  【Thunder Thunder】!

   (end of this chapter)