"Shhh...... A few kilometers away in the center of the battlefield in Mount Hyjal, in the dense forest that seemed to have been destroyed by a storm, the old Tang who had withered on the ground woke up slowly. Dozens of deep and shallow impacts and tearing scars all over his body made the sober old Tang gasp in pain.

He took out a bottle of regeneration potion from his waist bag and poured it regardless of it, and felt that the injury was under control, and then he staggered to his feet and looked at his surroundings.

As far as the eye can see, there are dense forests of ancient trees that can shade the sky, and there is also a "passage" between the jungles that is obviously just formed, with broken branches and broken trunks...... This is estimated to be the sequelae of Lao Tang's crushing and collision all the way. The shouting and boiling shouts of killing on the battlefield in the distance could be faintly heard, and it was no longer the disgusting stench of sulfur and blood that poured into the nose, but the freshness of the earth and the aroma of the vegetation......

Carefully felt his body, except for the wounds on the surface of the body that were slowly healing, there were no hidden injuries and internal diseases, Lao Tang moved his wrists and ankles, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and cursed angrily;

"Nima! How many times has this been? I'm a minotaur, not a trapeze! ”

Old Tang's complaint is really not untargeted.

Recently, the old Tang in the battle has been almost pumped around like a ball. Lao Tang, who has always relied on his great strength and simple and rough fighting methods, has always only had the share of others, but this period of time is too much of a "trapeze" addiction. It can be regarded as a response to the old saying, the cycle of heaven, retribution is not happy!

Fighting Manolos, Don was pumped over......

Fighting Azgalo, Don was whipped over......

Fighting against Akmund, Old Tang was even kicked by others, and I don't know how many times he has flown ......

This time it was even more exaggerated, not to mention that he was affected by the wrath of nature in the battle, and the waves of anger set off by countless elf souls directly blew Lao Tang several kilometers away!

If it weren't for the old Tang body, he would be called a pervert. This body of tendons and flesh is also quite resistant, the power of the demon's blood has once again strengthened his body, coupled with the layers of countless dense forest ancient trees in the impact, I am afraid that Old Tang did not die in the hands of the fierce man Akmund, but lost his life in the hands of his allies......

Then who does Don want to reason with?

……

Walked around the neighborhood. Old Tang found that his two heavy war hammers had long since disappeared, presumably left near the World Tree in the explosion just now. Pressing the aching temples, Old Tang carefully checked his magic bag, and took out a combat knife more than one meter long from it, the Sindolei Battle Blade and held it in his hand. This is one of the few collectibles left after the two hammers were forged. Although it is not a magic weapon, it is barely qualified for self-defense for the time being.

Old Tang was not worried that his two divine weapons would be looted away as trophies. Not to mention the two half-ton hammers, except for Lao Tang, who else can pick them up like an arm, just the "Titan Power" war hammer is enough to make people remember, it is estimated that none of the coalition bosses present have the cheekiness to fight the autumn wind from Lao Tang. As for the remnants of demons and the undead...... The light and thunder of the Warhammer are their nemesis. It's not too late to hide, who will make do with it?

Shaking his still somewhat dizzy head, Old Tang had already brandished the gorgeous war knife in his hand to cut through the thorns and thorns in the dense forest, and rushed towards the direction of the World Tree.

The eventual fall of Akmund undoubtedly made Old Tang a lot easier, and the pressure on Old Tang from the suffocating strength of the polluter was too great. And now that Akmund is in ashes, it is like moving away from a mountain that weighs on him, and the old Tang has since turned into a serf and sang home.

After destroying the Polluter, one of the three giants of the Burning Legion, Old Tang should not encounter a strong opponent that he cannot resist in the short term.

In the days that followed. The competition of hero-level masters will become the mainstream of high-end combat power. Old Tang, who had drunk the demon's blood and skyrocketed in strength, no longer had hidden worries about the strength gap for the time being, and the top priority was to seize the time to consolidate the realm and familiarize himself with the changes brought by the demon's blood.

After all, in the eyes of Old Tang, demonic blood is no different from a powerful stimulant, and if it is not handled well, it is likely to have endless troubles, and it has to be prevented......

No matter how strong the strength is, you must be able to command like an arm and have no stagnation, that is your own!

Throwing off the boundless thoughts in his mind, Old Tang, who was walking in the dense forest, carefully recalled the memories in his mind, one by one, corresponding to his earlier arrangement. ，

The significance of the Hyjal Holy War needs no elaboration.

For the whole world. Orcs with generations of hatred have stood with humanity without hesitation.

For the sake of the whole world, trolls and elves who hate each other are united by each other.

For the sake of the whole world, the human beings, who never trusted each other, exchanged trust with the dark night.

For the sake of the whole world, several major races put aside their previous suspicions and stood together at the foot of Mount Hyjal......

The scene of the Alliance Tribes fighting side by side and killing the enemy may not be unprecedented, but it is definitely unprecedented. There will be no such spectacle for at least a few years to come, and both the Alliance and the Horde will seize time to recuperate and lick their wounds, and Azeroth will enter a rare, precious, and brief "period of peace". Next, in addition to guarding against the counterattack from the Kurtilas navy, the war in Kalimdor will eventually subside for a while, and the minotaurs will also usher in a rare opportunity to recuperate.

It's a pity, though, except for demons and natural disasters. There is no such intelligent race that craves war, but war is always inevitable.

The Zerg Empire, which has been sealed for thousands of years, the ancient gods who have been dormant for thousands of years, the Burning Legion who are always eager to make a comeback, and the undead scourge that has developed Northrend into the Death Ice Domain, including the Black Dragon Legion, the evil god Haka, the Flame Lord Ragnaros, and so on...... These powerful foreign enemies are not mentioned for the time being, but they are only the hatred between the blood of the tribal alliance races, the competition for resources and land, and even the need to seize the advantage for the needs of the strategic situation...... These will be the triggers for a brutal war.

The formation of the two behemoths of Azeroth, the Horde and the Alliance, has become irreversible, and the confrontation and conflict between the two sides are also not something that the old Tang can intervene in.

In this regard, Old Tang has always been very self-aware.

Don't look at the fact that Old Tang is now leading the wrestling army with dragons to mix up in Azeroth, but if he really doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, he is trying to be a "saint" to mediate the hatred and strife between the tribe and the alliance, even if Old Tang drags the entire Minotaur clan into the water, he will be torn to pieces by the terrifying whirlpool between the two camps sooner or later, and he won't even be able to turn over a wave......

If you don't have that diamond, don't do porcelain work; If you don't have the strength to make a final decision, don't pretend to be a big-tailed wolf!

It's good to enjoy the shade with your back against a big tree. With the sparsely populated Shuharu clan competing for such an unreliable obscenity as Azeroth, don't mention it. At least, Old Tang hadn't burned his brain out of the demon's blood......

"Now is not the time to target these hidden dangers. I'm just a stirrger, what do I play to worry about the country and the people? ”

Old Tang's heart smiled self-deprecating at his thoughts of "helping the world and seeking troubles for himself". To put it closely, the Battle of Mount Hyjal is not yet completely over. The remnants of the massive demon army have not yet been cleared, the casualties of the coalition forces need to be counted, and the harvest after the war needs to be counted. The distant layout and the whitewashing of Mr. Dan and Kaizi still involve a lot of energy, and even the demon blood in the body is ready to move...... Old Tang has unknowingly taken on a lot of trouble.

Ignorance is bliss, and "prophets" are not so easy to be!

"The sky is falling, there is a tall man on top, how can I love it! It's really not good, brother find a thigh and hold it! ”

After thinking about it, the old Tang who had a painful brain gave up and continued to waste brain cells, and the rogue bachelor's temperament was fully revealed, and he laughed and scolded in a low voice. But Old Tang forgot that he himself was one of the "tall men" in Azeroth, even unconsciously. The Shuharu clan itself has long since become a "thick thigh......

There are some things that really don't mean that you can avoid them!

Unconsciously walking out of the dense forest, Old Tang looked around, trying to find the best path to the World Tree. The dense jungle of Mount Hyjal is really not suitable for the Mercedes-Benz of the mechanical road rage, and the old Tang, who is eager to return to the center of the battlefield but does not have a suitable "vehicle", is at a loss. At this moment, a scattered demonic army fled in mid-air, led by an exceptionally strong Doomsday Guard, in his direction......

"Yo drink, it looks like my brother and I'm running at the right time!" Old Tang's mind flashed with inspiration, and he took the Titan Divine Iron Weapon Chain wrapped around his waist with his backhand and made it into a simple lasso. Mixed up with the Shuharu clan for so many years. Old Tang really learned the good ability to take the Kodo beast with one glove, and this time it can be regarded as useful. It's just that Old Don's target is not a Kodo beast, but an exceptionally strong Doomsday Guard......

"I'm worried about how to hurry...... Is this drowsy encountering a pillow? Old Tang straddled the Sindolei blade around his waist, swished a few times to the branch of an ancient tree, hid his strong and burly body among the lush branches and leaves of the giant tree, and tightened the Titan Divine Iron Weapon Chain and waited with bated breath: "In the game in my previous life, I rode a phoenix and a dragon, but I really never rode a demon...... This time, let's play something different...... When the violent explosion stopped, all the races on the continent. All the soldiers of the coalition army opened their eyes at the same time.

Looking at the withered tree of the world, no warrior is excited to be alive, no one is cheering for victory. The price they paid was too great, and after the brief joy of victory, there was more grief for the dead......

The battle continued, but the balance of victory had completely shifted in favor of the Kalimdor coalition.

In addition to a few leaders of various races, several other bosses and heroes have led their teams into the battlefield under the command of Garrod * Shadow Song to hunt down the remnants of the enemy.

One side is demoralized, and the other side is sluggish......

Several demon lords and the Great Lich have been wiped out. The high-ranking commander of the Burning Legion suffered casualties, and the fall of Akmund completely deprived the previously arrogant and invincible demon army of its backbone. The paranoid belief in the invincible power of the polluter has collapsed, and the demons have lost the courage and will to continue killing and fighting!

In addition to the walking dead who have no emotion and intelligence, they are still resisting stubbornly with their bloodthirsty and killing instincts, and the feelings of shock, fear, confusion, and overwhelm have swept through the hearts of every demon in a crazy way, and they are spreading unscrupulously.

An unprecedented rout in the history of the Burning Legion since its establishment was naturally staged on the Holy Mountain of Hyjal......

"Malfurion, Illidan, is he in danger from the explosion just now?"

When the smoke cleared, but Tyrande, who couldn't see the Demon Hunter, almost anxiously pulled her husband's arm and asked in a quick voice. As everyone knows, the worry and concern between the eyebrows made Malfurion's brows of the 10,000-year-old dead house frown slightly, and he gave birth to a faint displeasure.

His brother's love for his wife, Malfurion knew it clearly. At the beginning, the demonized Illidan was branded as a traitor, and the expulsion did not mean to cut off some bad sprouts and sprouts.

But who knows, it is the younger brother who was exiled by his own hands that will appear in the holy mountain of Hyjal, and become one of the heroes who save the world, which is not stingy with a naked slap in the face. What's more, when he was in danger, when he was powerless to rescue his wife for the sake of the world, it was his younger brother who loved his sister-in-law who stepped forward to rescue him desperately...... This bright contrast made Malfurion blush......

Just as Illidan was always jealous and hostile to his brother and wanted to surpass him, how could Malfurion not envy and even fear Illidan's unparalleled talent in arcane and magic?

It is no wonder that the worries and concerns of his wife today will make Malfurion, who has always prided himself on being like water, unhappy.

At the end of the day, it's always the great druids who live long. The strength is superb, but he is still a mortal with seven emotions and six desires. And a certain kind of affection called jealousy and vigilance has long taken root in his heart unconsciously, and madness has grown......

After a deep groan, seeing Sal and Kane* Bloodhoof, who were equally concerned about the Roar of Hell and the safety of Old Don, surrounded him, Malfurion, who had died for ten thousand years, finally endured the mustard in his heart and explained: "Although all three of them have more or less demonic breath on their bodies, the explosion itself will not hurt them, because the target of forest punishment is not the three of them. So ......"

"So, don't worry about me, Tyrande!"

Malfurion's explanation was interrupted by a shout of joy and pride. The demon hunter Illidan* was already fanning the slightly dilapidated pair of demon wings and rushing towards him from afar. The demons and gargoyles that stood in his way were shattered by the light of Aesinos' sword.

It's a pity that a bloody plot about a love triangle that was originally very likely to be staged was interrupted by force. The Priestess of the Moon was not the only woman who was "looking forward" to Illidan's return......

"I'm going to kill you and bury my sisters!"

"Pay the price for your unspeakable crimes!"

"Illidan, suffer death!"

With an uncontrollable, angry shout, two sword-like lights had already shot straight towards the rapidly flying demon hunter! (To be continued) Q