Chapter 898 I have a friend who wants to join the group

   Don't think that only the evil **** N'Zoth is good at spiritual pollution. What ancient **** whispered to mentally raped the guardian dragons of the earth.

  The Dirty God is also very good at this, especially the murderer.

   Some filthy gods go up and put the movies of the upper elves directly, this is really simple, just go to the P station to search a lot, and when you come back, there are high-tech filthy gods, who will give the other party an AI face change on the spot.

  Cough, how high is this filth?

   I prefer some dirty gods and also like to use the book of the tauren, what if you changed into a Naga, the girl you like is still beautiful, and then who voted for.

  This is quite murderous.

   Turning back to let the other party not know if this is reality or fantasy, and it can also directly trigger infighting. Naga did not seldom cut down her own companions on the spot.

   Going back and forth, as long as Naga's mental resistance is not high enough, it's basically explained here.

   Don’t look at the tens of thousands of Nagas in the Serpent Lake. For the Dirty God Cannonball, which is not a problem, this is really unkillable.

  Once there is chaos, before the other tridents can kill them, their own long knives and harpoons will kill half of their companions first.

   As the saying goes, justice is only within the range of a cannon. From another angle, for example, if the gunner is replaced by an ugly country, evil can also be read as justice within the range of the cannon.

   is not a professional human cannon launcher. A normal cannon cannot safely shoot a person out of a kilometer. A hundred meters is good. If the pressure of the gun chamber rises further, the initial speed of firing the gun is too high, and the person will fracture on the spot before the gun chamber is released, or even break the cervical vertebra and burp.

   Foul God shells are not so troublesome.

   Anyway, these guys still have to hang the southeast branch to survive, and they still have a breath when they shoot out. After hitting the target area, they can sway away the mental pollution, which is a success.

   As a result, within five kilometers, no Naga dared to approach.

  Vashj is helpless at all. The Alliance has a sonar thing, and Naga can't hide from it no matter how small it is.

   She sent her boss to rush into the formation, and the range of 200 to 300 meters near the water was fine. Once the tidewalker ran away and was almost hacked to death by an uncle Jinguang who was carrying a big sword on the door.

   Wasqi realizes that on land, her family really has no advantage.

   Well, the world is so nonsensical.

   I can't handle the alliance, and I can't handle the tribe?

  Vashj gave an order, and a large number of Naga elites diverted to the west, and the Hoho tribe went.

  Because of the inclusion of a large number of elites, rare elites, and even Haydos, the unstable water element leader, also visited.

Poor orc, he was still fighting with ogres a moment ago. Either you ate my flesh or I drank your blood. Suddenly, the next second, there was a roar in the lake. The 30-meter-high wave covered its head and immediately Countless Naga rushed out, twisting out the orc warriors who were trapped in the puddles and swamps and couldn't move.

  This time, even the brain-dead roar was half-dead with anger.

  The Orcs from the Iron Tribe are famous for their well-equipped equipment. This time, their sturdy and thick black iron armor has become the biggest burden. In the water, they really can't flutter.

   A big wave, drink plenty of water on the spot.

  People have lost half their lives, so how can they fight.

   The most desperate is Thrall.

   This is not called cowardice, it is called homelessness.

   "How could this be, Nagrand is just 50 kilometers away, and I just can't get in touch there." Thrall was a little stunned.

"Warchief." Vol'jin chose his words carefully. It was not enough to persuade Thrall not to hit him head-on on the south road. He changed the way: "Actually, didn't you say there is a passage to the north a while ago? Why don't you call it Wah Rock take some people to the North Road to see? The tribe can't stand still."

   Thrall was stunned, but nodded.

The    tribe is not the only family of orcs. Other races mix with the orcs. They can’t eat meat, so they have to drink some soup, right?

   Only wants other races to die without giving them any benefits. It can still be maintained by the majesty of the chief and the strength of the orcs for a while.

After Varok Saurfang arrived, after listening to Thrall's thoughts, he pondered for a while: "Great Chief, if 'our world' is not completely destroyed, and it is more similar to the original, then the other side of Blade's Edge Mountain in the north will be. On one side, there is the King of Gronn [Gruul the Dragon Slayer]. If we encounter it, what should we do?”

  Gruer, a rather awkward existence.

   This mighty gronn originally did not belong to the tribe, at least not of the tribe. However, the Iron Tribe sent a Gruul, and this product would have a huge effect in a different place.

  Unfortunately, this "Captain Hook" version of Gruul was used by Thrall as a favor to the night elves, and was given to Archimonde in the Battle of Seamounts.

   Then comes the question, Sal carelessly accepts that there are two Gruul in different worlds.

   How is the strength of this Gruul compared to the one that was seconded?

   Thrall in this life grew up in Nagrand when he was a child, and he grew up listening to Gruul's horror stories. However, he witnessed another Gruul with his own eyes that was so rude and not good enough... As the saying goes, seeing is believing, he finally made a serious misjudgment of the strength of this genuine Gruul.

   "Okay, change it, I'll see if I can communicate with this Gruul and let it join the tribe. If not, I'll kill him myself."

  Varok saw Thrall's confidence, and his eyes brightened: "Okay! As long as you step on solid ground, the orc warriors are fearless."

  No one realized that they were one Grom* Hellscream away from killing Gruul.

   There is no jumping and hacking, they used pedicure magic to beat Gruul?

   Here, when the focus of the tribe's attack quietly turned north, the alliance finally ushered in a new batch of [Aquatic Brigade].

  [Alsace Fortress] Over there, Gelbin rubbed his hands and looked at McDonald with a smile on his face: "This is the result of all the dwarfs working hard day and night for the great cause of the alliance."

McDonald's looked at the batch of 100 [Turtle Bastard], [Magic Crab], and a few 9 [Great Demon], and nodded with satisfaction: "My people will give a fair evaluation after the actual battle. of."

"This, McDonald's, the money thing..." The master craftsman Gelbing obviously failed in his studies, so he didn't know which sand sculpture he learned from. He kept rubbing the index and middle fingers with the thumb of his right hand. Very goblin.

  McDonald was embarrassed on the spot.

   Stratholme Federation's order, there is no problem of arrears at all, the moment the order is placed, the full payment is made.

What   Gerbin wants is investment in other projects.

  It's like growing watermelons in Molten Core or something. There are some things that curious gnomes don't give up without experimenting.

   "It's alright, I promise that your additional investment will not be less."

   "This, there is one more little thing, I have a friend who wants to join the League of Legends."

   "Is he strong enough? What's his name?"

   "Milhouse* Manastorm."

   McDonald secretly said: Grass!

   (end of this chapter)