Big Mengde

Hooves face west

On his back sat a druid of the Wizard

Warsong Canyon brushes honors

Carrying the battle flag back and forth

What a dead rider is vicious, what a spiritual strike

What a battle ** charge, what an arcane shot

What warlocks combined, what thieves sneak attacked

What judgment crit, what holy healing invincible

can't block a set of combos from Master Biu

Escort Meng De to carry the flag.

———— "Azeroth: The Legend of the Sons, The Master Takes the Flag"

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Bonsandy swore he had never been happier before.

Even if I have seen many interesting stories about the royal family of Zandalara, I have not been able to make him so ...... as he is today Pleasant!

"More! More, Old Bonned Sandy wants more! ”

He floated in the air, following the furious slaughter of the trolls on the ground, reaping the souls of the bugs in their wails.

The tall troll held a great sword in one hand, and the blade of the Dark Empire in the other, which even he felt as huge.

The great sword in his right hand opened and closed widely, and the light flashed between the swings, and wherever the sword passed, worms would be decisively cut off from it

The dagger in his left hand was petite, nothing compared to his size. But with her curved blades and dark appearance, no insect dared to touch her.

Rampage all the way, stubbornly in the sea of insects, killing multiple bloody paths.

From an angle that is invisible to ordinary people.

There are constantly black points of light, floating up from the corpse of the bug he killed, caught by the busy Bonsandy, who opens his mouth to eat!

It is these black points of light that make the troll's Grim Reaper happy, these are black lights are unformed souls, they are inherently insufficient, and their positioning is roughly equivalent to the soul of an ordinary beast.

It wasn't very precious.

But they're the souls of bugs!

The souls of the Polluter slaves of Azeroth, which used to be completely out of the hands of the Grim Reaper.

When they die, their souls are automatically shattered and absorbed by the ancient gods they believe in, and the Grim Reapers, who do not get the slightest.

In view of the damage done to Azeroth by the forces of the Old Gods, spirits associated with the Old Gods are quite popular in a world that will be broken down in the future, overlapping with the real world.

However, in the past, it was only on a small probability that the Grim Reaper would have a chance to obtain this type of soul.

This also makes this kind of soul more and more precious, similar to the treasure of the soul, and is very popular with the Grim Reaper.

The word "we" must be used here.

Because there is more than one Grim Reaper in Azeroth!

The souls of these ordinary xenomorphs are very weak, similar to ordinary beasts, and they should not be in the eyes of Bond Sandy.

But they're rare enough.

There are enough of them.

It's like a single grain of sand in the sand, which is not worth much. But when the number of these golden sands reaches a handful, their value is great.

Enough to make any goblin give his life!

These black souls are to the Grim Reaper almost what a grain of golden sand is to a goblin.

In the past, one or two Grim Reapers' occasionally caught it, although precious, but too small, like a big businessman accidentally picking up a small golden sand, which is of little significance.

But now these "golden sands" have fallen into their hands in an uproar, and they can't help but be excited.

It is good to get the souls of those Twilight believers, as opposed to the souls of xenomorphs. The souls of the Twilight Cultists, especially the powerful Twilight Cultists, are Kotou Gold.

But with a small amount of gold in the dog's head, a large amount of gold can be found, which is enough for Bonsandi to chase after Tonatiu.

Because only Tonatiu can produce the "Golden Sands" that Bonsandy and the Grim Reaper crave in such a large quantities!

Probably due to the "materialist aura", the followers and souls of the ancient gods who died at the hands of Tonatiu would not be shattered as instantly as they did when they died at the hands of other beings.

Rather, there will be a period of wandering in confusion.

This time is enough for Bonsandy to catch them.

And so.

Tonatiu rushed into the xenomorph swarm and slaughtered, and Bonsandi followed behind him to collect.

This is part of the new agreement.

Tonatiu kills the bugs, and Bonsandi earns the "golden sands" of the Grim Reaper, which is a benefit that old Bonsandy can get.

Bonsandy is very lively.

Tonatiu also felt refreshed.

He's "leveling up" with bugs.

To be exact, he's just abusing vegetables and farming monsters.

In fact, since his rebirth, he has not had many opportunities to actually fight.

Only the two battles against Naboa, the Upper Titan Observer, can be called battles.

When facing Naboa, you have to be very cautious, and the last leg is all the hole cards, and it is so easy to win under the premise that Salatas has Yin Naboa.

In other battles, when facing the desert trolls, he has always been merciful.

Because in his eyes, the desert trolls are all faith generators. It will take at least fifteen years to kill one and re-cultivate.

What a waste.

And waste is shameful.

Therefore, only in the face of these ordinary bugs, he can fight without scruples.

Tonatiu, who is three and a half meters tall and weighs more than four hundred kilograms, is like a heavy tank in the swarm of xenomorphs, rampage without opponents.

Occasionally, there are a few giant xenomorph bugs, which are the elite of the swarm. Much larger than Tonatiu, it was covered in a heavy carapace with pincers as sharp and hard as steel.

In the evaluation of the combat effectiveness of the system, they also have almost 13~15 levels of strength.

But it still could not stop the attack of Tonatiu, and the nations of the countries went down with a sword, and their carapace cracked, and another sword could break through the carapace.

There will be such a powerful lethality, except that Tonatiu can now release the aura of an unreasonable materialist to the blade of the sword, forming a kind of "demon-breaking" attribute similar to enchantment.

is also because of his interpretation of the two world rules of "power" and "speed".

A sword down.

It looks ordinary, with no holy light, no fire, no terrifying greenery, no natural vitality, no special effects at all.

But the speed of his attack was so fast that he had compound eyes, and the insects with absolutely excellent eyesight could not see the attack clearly.

And he looks very ordinary, with no special effects at all, and the power contained in the sword can repel giant xenomorphs that are two or three times taller than him in one blow.

Coupled with this weapon given by the Dark Prophet, the materials used to forge it are excellent, sharp and hard enough.

Let Tonatiu be in the midst of the xenomorph swarm, like a heavy tank rushing into the crowd, and the crowd wielding pistols and daggers can't help the tank at all.

The tank ran over at random, and there was a place of severed limbs, and a place of green, black insect organs and blood.

A one-sided massacre.

Little did he know that there were other beings besides Bonsandy who were watching him from heaven.

The battlefield is getting more and more lively.