The wind blew behind him, and by the time Tikrios reacted, it was too late, and Shuma's sharp claws tore his wings and threw him to the ground, then lowered his head and bit him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Tikrios was bitten off the back of his neck with a large piece of flesh, and the rich green blood sprayed Shuma's face, and the disgusting smell of sulfur made Shuma vomit the flesh out of his mouth in disgust, and then rubbed his face vigorously.

In Shuma's memory, this kind of damage was enough to kill the prey in an instant, and it was generally the same, but unfortunately the Dreadlord was not your ordinary prey.

Tikrios emitted a violent explosion around his body and blew Shuma out, and then he held on to his half-bitten neck, and stood up in pain, his bones were broken, he looked extremely embarrassed, and he needed to use his hands to ensure that his head did not fall, his eyes were full of hatred, but he couldn't even say a cruel word when his trachea was leaking, he held his head with difficulty and turned to look at Shuma, as if he wanted to remember this creature that had made him lose his adult, and then fled here in a desperate flash, every time he appeared, When he was squeezed by the space, a large pool of blood would spurt out of his neck, but in the end he disappeared from people's sight.

However, someone would not let go of this opportunity to kill him, Illidan quickly drank a mouthful of eternal well water, and in an instant, the huge force healed him instantly, and the eyes that shone with evil flames burned violently as if they had been fueled, and he chased in the direction of Tikrios.

Malfurion painfully changed back into human form, he was originally blue skin, he was red at this time, just like a boiled crayfish, every time he moved, he would be extremely painful, but he did not treat himself immediately, but looked in the direction where Illidan left, his eyes were full of shock, he would not forget the familiar aura that Illidan suddenly burst out, and he would never ......

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Akmund hid in the armies of demons, and now, all demons are mad and storming the elves' positions.

Thrall's orc tribe suffered heavy casualties, nearly eighty percent of the three thousand Kukaron elite guards died, and the rest were seriously injured, and Thrall, who was extremely sad in his heart, could only flee with the rest of the clansmen, but fortunately, the elves did not abandon them, and they helped Thr return to a safer rear.

Akmund is now in urgent need of the energy of the World Tree, although Ysera said that he would destroy the World Tree, but Akmund did not believe it at all, because to destroy such a huge tree, the power required is very large, and at least a few demigods need to participate in this mission.

Zhang Li is still recovering himself, he has done his best, he doesn't plan to participate in the next battle, now he just wants to be a cat somewhere, watching this war with cold eyes.

Rushing into the enemy group alone, slaying Manolos under Akmund's nose, no one can ask for more from him, he only waits for Akmund to be killed by the World Tree, and then goes out to pick up the leak, he wants to use the broken second-generation well, I believe that with his heroic status against the Burning Legion, it should not be too much to ask.

However, Zhang Li didn't understand what the World Tree meant to the Night Elves, and if it weren't for Malfurion's disapproval and abandonment of the World Tree with his prestige, they would have been able to fight the demons to the end until they were clean.

Now that Malfurion is not in Hyjal, will they still make the right choice as they did in history?

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On the other side, in distant Northrend, Tyran's elite troops are frustrating against the undead's attack, since they took the Frozen Throne by surprise, the undead have been chasing them like crazy, no matter how they dodge, the undead can rush over as soon as possible, like flies that smell poop, it is annoying.

They don't understand why this is the case, they have used any way to hide themselves, buried under snowdrifts, hidden in the forest, and even used magic to hide, but it is useless, no matter what, they can't hide from the undead.

How would they have thought that in Brian's bag, the culprit they couldn't find was inside, and it was he who sent a signal to the undead to make them as conspicuous as a big light bulb in the dark, so that the undead could easily find them.

At this time, Tyran's team was surrounded by undead, and the hordes of undead killed and wounded them heavily, and Tyran's heart sank, looking at the thirty percent of the troops when he set off, he knew that he had no chance to complete the glorious mission given to him by the king.

Thinking about it like this, Tyran was really ashamed.

"Tyran, there is good news now, my Explorers' Guild will send a plane to meet us, and if we hold on a little longer, we will be able to go back." Brian gasped, as the king's younger brother, the dwarves would not let him die easily, not to mention that he was also an important high-ranking member of the Dwarven Explorers Association.

Tyran was silent, he might not have to die if he returned, but that meant that he had betrayed the trust of the kingdom, and he would always bear this shame.

Brian saw Tyran's unwillingness, sighed and patted him on the shoulder, and said, "There is no way to fail the mission, now you should be more responsible for your subordinates, don't let them die in vain." ”

Tyran's heart struggled with pain, and when he saw his exhausted men, he finally nodded with difficulty.

I'll bear the shame alone. With that in mind, he picked up the power of the Holy Light, which had not recovered much, and rushed to the front line.

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In the hills of Hillsbrad in the Eastern Kingdom, a tattered woman was quietly hidden in the forest, her white legs were covered with scars at this time, she didn't even have a pair of shoes, she could only step on the rough grass with her bare feet, plus the messy scattered hair, she was really a poor wandering girl.

But she wasn't a vagabond, she was Whiteman, and she was forced to marry a complete stranger in Southsea Town, but it wasn't the most tragic thing, the most tragic thing was that the villains who grabbed her dragged her into a corner and tore her clothes.

Speaking of which, it is already obvious what the wicked men are going to do, how can a weak girl be the opponent of these wicked men, although she resists and shouts for help, but it still seems that she cannot escape the fate of being defiled.

The people around her, even if they heard her cry, would not save her, and the people who had just experienced the pain were indifferent to anyone.

She seemed to be unable to escape this tragic fate, and just when she was desperate, an unexpected person saved her, it was the child she had treated not long ago, this child suddenly jumped off the roof, plunged the dagger in his hand into the back of a villain, and then he took advantage of the villain's stunned efforts to attack the others frantically.

But a child is a child, when the villains reacted, his good luck ended here, the hero saves the beauty is not everyone can do it, he was quickly caught by a villain, and then was beaten up by madness, the child's face was beaten and distorted, he spat blood in his mouth, and his life was short, and what was Whitemayne doing at this time? She just curled up helplessly in the corner and watched it all.

After all, she is still just an underage girl, what more can she ask of in the face of such a helpless fate?

"Run......" were the child's last words, and the sound woke Whitemane as she ran wildly.

Unfortunately, this is a dead end, and Whitemayne can only rush out of the villain in a panic, but this is impossible.

She was still caught, and this time no one would save her, and the child who had tried to save her had now become a dead man.

The wicked men smirked, they had stripped her of her clothes and dumped her on a wooden crate, and some of them had taken off their pants and exposed the sinful thing.

The poor maiden could do nothing but call to the Light......

It was then that she finally remembered that she still had the weapon of Light, and as a gifted priest, Whitemane was very qualified.

Although she doesn't have a strong physique, she can't use the King's Blessing like a paladin, and she can't improve her physique much if she uses it, with her physical fitness, even if she doubles it, how much?

But she also has Holy Light spells, and there is no difference at all between the spells that the Priest and the Paladin can use, such as Holy Light Spells, such as Reproach.

This was the best she ever used, and the desire to survive (or perhaps the desire to not be X) allowed her to break through her potential, and in an instant she sent several reproaches in a row, and almost every villain was hit.

In their trance, Whitemane ran out.

Holding a few clothes, she rushed out like crazy, ignoring the indifferent and somewhat strange eyes of the people around her, she rushed out of Nanhai Town.

The choice was correct, and Finnarine immediately sent a group of soldiers to pursue her, and the forest provided her with shelter.

From then on she hid in the forest, and then walked slowly towards Dalaran's defenses, where she knew there was the king's army, and she was going to the king to punish Finarin.

Hungry Whitemayne found a wild fruit, the first meal she found today, and although she was hungry, she still maintained her ladylike demeanor, she first found a corner and sat down, straightened the fallen leaves on her long hair, straightened her rag shirt, and then curled up and bit down the first sour fruit.

It was hard to eat, especially for a pampered aristocratic lady who had been pampered since childhood, but she ate it anyway and did not waste it at all.

She still has to rely on this physical strength to get justice......