Provoking a dragon with 3 mortals seems to be a mortal ending. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But in reality, when Garrosh, Deranos, and Max Millan climbed onto Onexia's back, Dick knew they had won.

This is not a game, the deep breath that envelops the entire hall cannot be released several times, the Shadow Flame is the black dragon's natural dragon breath, but this needs to be released by consuming energy, in fact, it can be seen from the weak flapping wings of Onexia, the black dragon princess has also reached the limit.

After all, the 25 guys are not ants, and the damage they caused has actually greatly affected the combat effectiveness of the black dragon.

As Dick said before, the first trial was just an appetizer.

"Hey!"

Garrosh grabbed the hideous dragon horns with one hand, controlled his body with difficulty, picked up the blood roar with his left hand, and slashed at the top of Onexia's head with an axe, how great the strength of the orcs, coupled with the blood-red anger around the orc warrior's body at this time, under the blessing of this anger, the hard dragon scales almost opened in response.

The scorching dragon blood sprayed Garrosh in the face, and even splashed into his eyes, causing his feet to slip, and the whole person fell downward, and there was a burst of exclamations from the stands, and the orc warrior's own hands were also waving in the air, and as a result, his fallen left foot was firmly grasped by a hand.

It's not Dranoth, it's Max Milan, the Knight of the North County is holding the chain wrapped around the edge of the black dragon's wings with one hand, and the left foot of Garrosh with the other, the orc warrior smeared a handful on his face, seeing the difficult expression of the Knight of the North County, he also froze for a moment, but casually, he waved the axe in his hand.

Throwing it to Dranoth, who was still on the dragon's back, the equally brave orc took the roar of blood, and his body was also angry, and he took a few steps forward, holding the axe in both hands and slashing at the top of the black dragon princess's head, but the black dragon's body turned sideways, so that the axe did not hit her forehead, but grazed the dragon scales and slashed into her dragon horns.

Onexia roared madly and shook and spun her whole body in the air, trying to throw the three guys off, but the three people who were pulled on the dragon's back by Dranos learned to be obedient, wrapped the chains around their bodies, and the three of them held Maxmilan's windmill spear made of stainless steel, and the anger and holy light surged in the air, accompanied by the sound of slogans,

"One, two, three, thorn!"

"Poof!"

"Whew~!"

The steel dragon lance, which was entwined with blood-red and golden-yellow light, burst out with unparalleled destructive power at this moment, piercing through the black dragon's scale armor from the landing point and piercing into the flesh and blood, this blow was aimed at the root of Onexia's left wing, after most of the dragon lance pierced Onexia's wings, the black dragon princess let out the most tragic wail ever, and couldn't even control the direction of flight, and rushed towards the southern platform headlessly.

"Bang!"

The golden heavy shield appeared directly in front of the southern platform, and Onexia crashed into it, not even a crack could be knocked out, and the dizzy black dragon fell to the ground with three guys who couldn't control their bodies, and when they landed, the entire tower seemed to shake.

"Bang!"

Huge dust rolled up on the battlefield, and everyone's shouts stopped at this moment, as if they were holding their breath, and everyone was waiting for the final result.

Kael'thas waved his hand, and a storm swept away the dust, and three shoulder-to-shoulder figures appeared in front of them.

Garrosh was very unlucky, he was almost crushed under the body by Onexia, his left leg was severely fractured, Max Milan's arm hit the wall during the collision, and now it hung weakly, Dranos was even worse, the dragon threw him out when it landed, and the momentum almost shattered his sternum.

But all three of them were still alive, Garrosh and Max Milan carried Dranos on their left and right, and when the three of them stood up straight, all the silence in the entire playing field was broken at this moment.

His Majesty's mouth was wide open, Varian had an expression of disbelief, Thrall rubbed his chin, not knowing what he was thinking, and Sarufar's roar was the first to sound.

It was a roar of pride, proud of his son, and nothing could be a better gift than defeating a dragon as a rite of passage.

After Sarufar, the whole hall burst into cheers, and the allied tribes all had reason to be proud and had reasons to cheer, and even the unsmiling Red Dragon Queen couldn't help but stand up and applaud.

These mortals, who really relied on their own strength to defeat the dragon, deserve such praise.

Old Ferdin's voice also sounded at this moment, and there was obviously a hint of joy in his voice, obviously, the previous bad scene made Old Ferding a little worried.

"Well done, warriors, you have proved yourselves, and you are capable of victory in the face of dragons!

"But that's not all... This is just the beginning!"

The old knight's voice slowly weakened the cheers, "You have proved your courage, but this is not enough, you still need to prove your strength! Yes, it was a test of courage just now, and next, you will face a stronger opponent." ”

"Now, go and rest, you will receive the best supplies in all of Azeroth and the healing of the strongest priests, and in 20 minutes, you will have your second trial!"

Dick made a "please" gesture to old Viren next to him, and the old priest nodded, and with his staff, he followed Liadline and walked into the contestants' lounge from the side, where old Viren would personally treat those contestants who had just experienced the battle.

And how strong is the treatment of this Holy Light priest who has lived for 2W5,000 years?

As long as there's a breath left, you'll be up and running in no time... The most exaggerated thing is that in the game, the third invasion of the Burning Legion, an entire elite legion attacked Essoda, and Old Viren alone supported the Holy Light Enchantment, sheltering all the inhabitants of the entire Essoda, and held out until the reinforcements arrived, and also launched a counterattack with the reinforcements.

To be honest, Dick has always suspected that Old Viren's holy energy may have reached the level of MAX more than 10,000 years ago, and when it comes to protracted warfare, it is estimated that no one in the entire Azeroth can compare with him, and most importantly, until now, Dick has not figured out what level of Viren's strength has reached.

In short, it will definitely not be weaker than Mograini... It is not even impossible to go further, after all, he was already the ruler of Argus alongside Kil'Gardan 10,000 years ago, and even Akmund used to respectfully call Viren "leader".

However, old Veren was a holy priest after all, and he was not good at frontal combat, and this matter was not something Dick needed to think about now, he nodded to the bored Heimdall beside him, whose face under the helmet suddenly showed a look of interest, moved his hands, and turned to leave his seat.

After 20 minutes, the door opened for the contestants to enter, and 25 people walked out of it, Viren's healing healing, Moon Well water from the Night Elves and magic tea from Quel'Thalas nourishing their spirits, and the mystical incense sponsored by Lady Goya from Pandalia swept away their exhaustion.

All aspects were at their best, and most importantly, in the last 20 minutes, they had formalized the division of labor for the group, with Baron at the front still the commander, Garrosh and Dranos leading the warriors, Maxmilan and Marcus leading the Priesthood, Swain leading the Assassins and Druids, and Hemet II from Ironforge, the dwarven hunter who had twice pierced the dragonscales, leading the ranged class.

Compared to before, this group has really had its own core, but whether they can do it or not depends on whether they can pass the next trial.

"The world is big, and there are many secrets that we have not yet discovered! There are dark allies, but there are also companions on the light side, and in order to make this test worthy of its name, we have invited the most powerful of them. ”

Old Ferdin's high-pitched voice sounded in the hall, which also made the audience can't help but be curious,

"In the past year, there has been a lot of talk about Valhalla, and everyone is wondering if there is a place in this world called Valhalla, where is it where the bravest warriors are located, and now, I take this opportunity to tell you, yes, there is a place in this world called Valhalla!"

"The bravest warriors of the world will gather there to drink and feast, and there they will receive true eternal life!

"Moreover, all the warriors who died in the Northern Expedition this time!"

Old Ferding paused, his gaze swept across the hall, and his tone intensified, "All warriors will have a chance to enter there!

"Wow!"

The whole hall was boiling, and the eyes of the old knight and Dick met for a moment, this news was obviously inseparable from Dick, but neither Odin, nor Dick, nor even Old Fordin, had no reason to refuse this offer.

This is something that is good for all three parties, and more importantly, knowing that after death will enter a paradise of real dreams, even if it is only a chance, it will make the soldiers' fear of death much weaker.

This is a means, a means of boosting morale, and next, it is time to show it.

Old Ferdin's left hand waved downward,

"Now, let's welcome the messengers from Valhalla, the gatekeepers of Valagar, the warriors of Odin, Heimdall!

"Boom!"

As soon as the old knight's words fell, a golden light shone into the center of the hall from the space directly above the Temple of Dragon's Sleep, it was the Gate of the Firmament from Valagar, Heimdall was already here in advance, so it was just an illusion that was hidden from people, but even so, this cool way once again made the atmosphere of the scene a little more enthusiastic.

This method is obviously more in line with ordinary people's fantasies about Valhalla.

"Frankly, I don't think you'll pass my test..."

As the golden light faded, a black teleportation rune appeared in the central hall, and Heimdall stood at the forefront, holding a golden Storm Greatsword in his hand, golden anger swirling around his body, like a true divine light.

At this time, Heimdall was 4 meters tall, and the sword in his hand was larger than the tallest minotaur among the contestants, which was the result of his shrinking body.

Behind him, there were four Heroic warriors as tall as him, armed with swords and shields, dual swords, staves, and wands, plus Heimdall's slashing sword, which happened to be a standard squad configuration.

As the gatekeeper of Valhalla, Heimdall was definitely not going to use his true strength to confront these young men, so he glanced at everyone, his left hand was on his sword, and with a slight slash of his right hand in the air, a golden horn appeared in his hand, and his deep voice echoed throughout the hall.

"We have suppressed our power to the same level as you, and if we can take this horn away from us, even if you win!"

After speaking, the Heroic Spirit suddenly swung a sword to the left, and the golden blade pierced the air, forcing the elven assassin who was trying to get close out of the sneak in embarrassment, and the voice of the Heroic Spirit then came slowly,

"Of course, if you can steal it, you will win!"