Fierce fighting continues at the entrance to the hall.

Oh, and as an aside, the bloodthirsty Sock, the big dinosaur, was eventually tamed.

The hunter buddies who rebelled against the coalition swarmed up and showed their talents, and finally helped the elven hunter girl tame the giant dinosaur.

The elf girl looked at her new pet, her long ears drooped, and she looked reluctant and confused, where will she put this thing in the future? There is no such a big beast pen in the Dark Night Empire, and... Where to go and prepare his daily rations?

As for the little Elwyn lamb, he stood even more confused and shivering among the hunter's buddies, who were arguing about who the war sheep should belong.

"Give it to me! I'm going to put armor on him, I'm going to put a flame booster on him!"

"No, it's mine, I'll ask the witch doctor to infuse this sheep with the power of the Loa gods!"

The old hunters were arguing about an Elwyn sheep at the back of the position, and the front of the line continued to be a mess.

The eight praying mantis demon ancient heroes formed a formation with both offense and defense very tacitly, and exerted their unique abilities.

Of course, the bigwigs of the rebel army are not false, and they can be mixed into leader-level characters, and naturally they all have their own aspects and abilities to stand at the top.

Thrall, the Plate Armor Shaman, cheated again, and he temporarily made a cameo appearance as a shaman who was proficient in the recovery system, inserted a restorative healing totem in one place, held aloft the Hammer of Destruction, and instantly sent healing chains and recovery torrents behind his allies.

Coupled with the identity of the guardian of the earth, the shield of the earth released by Thrall is at least dozens of times more durable and defensive than that of ordinary shamans.

It's hard enough to fight these bigwigs in the ring, and what's even worse is that the ancient heroes of the mantis demon accidentally triggered the hidden plot that led to their annihilation.

While trying to attack the Rebel Mage, Bloodseeker Squire stumbles upon a hidden follower of the Elder God Cthulhu, who is spread all over the world and does not reveal his identity, luring more new followers for Cthulhu.

The team leader, who commanded a small team of mages to conduct a remote floor scrubbing, knew that he would not be able to resist the mortal blow of the blood-seeker Squire, so he could not care about continuing to hide his identity.

"High Master, save me and give me strength to fight against it!"

A deep purple twilight energy suddenly diffused from the mage team leader's body, and then his chest began to twist, becoming a blur of flesh and blood, and a large round eyeball quickly grew out, and he took a look around the battle situation.

Bloodseeker Squire panicked and feared, though they had always been disdainful and hostile to the Titans' doglegs, Cthulhu and Yogsaron, but if they did, all that would be left was fear.

Cthulhu the Ruler of the Old Days, the ancient god has long been known to the world, and the inhuman call of Cthulhu is simply an endless nightmare.

To the mortal race, he is invincible and unspeakable, and is recognized as the most special ancient god in the world of Azeroth.

Bloodseeker Hovered in mid-air, staring blankly at the large eyeball that was directly in front of him, and he instantly felt countless crazy thoughts in his mind, and it almost made him want to tear his head until it was torn into countless pieces.

It seemed that his mind no longer belonged to him at this moment, and he could no longer control his brain.

All sorts of obsessive madness, as well as psychic cues and visions, caused the bloodseeker to let out a series of high-pitched howls, and then fell to the ground, as if pounding the ground in a frenzy, or rolling and clutching his head and howling.

There was a rare pause between the two sides of the fierce battle, staring at the blood-seeker Skill in the clearing not far away.

Shakril the Poison Mind roared and flew towards his friend, and the Supreme Kirvin immediately tried to stop him, but it was too late.

Shakril the Poison Hearts approached his friend and tried to take him off the battlefield to the rear, but a palpitation came, and his head involuntarily turned, making direct contact with Cthulhu's eyeballs.

As the Mantis demons firmly believe, no mortal race can resist the will of the Elder Gods, not even the mantis themselves.

Shakril also followed in the footsteps of his friends, rolling wildly on the ground, howling, and tearing at his own head and chest.

Bloodseeker Skill was silent at the moment, and although he was still breathing, he collapsed to the ground motionless, like a corpse.

A looming body of energy slowly floated out of the body of Bloodseeker Skil, and a call that seemed to come from afar, but also seemed to be close to the ears, dissipated into everyone's eyes.

His soul and will have been completely dragged into Cthulhu's calling, and he will be trapped forever in the dark and misty forest of incomparable madness, searching for an exit that will never be reached.

His body began to weather, dissipating, cutting off the possibility of return.

And Shakril, the Poison-Hearted, is next.

"The Lord does not like you, and neither do I, heretics of Enzos... All of you will become my collectibles, my tiny toys... ”

The mage squad leader suddenly screamed, and his entire body began to twist and change extremely, eventually turning into a wriggling mass of flesh, and then began to grow rapidly.

Deep purple twilight completely takes over the entire underground hall, like a whole bottle of ink is splashed on a piece of paper.

Countless spiky tentacles protrude from the twilight energy, dancing wildly, some of which have a round eyeball growing at the tip of the tentacles.

"Dedicate your souls at the Twilight Judgment ... Forever immersed in the horrors of old memories until you fall into endless madness ... ”

The flesh tentacles began to attack the surrounding mortal creatures, and the Great Chief's Guards and mantis demon soldiers were constantly bound by the flesh tentacles, and then the tentacles retracted violently, and disappeared into the twilight energy along with the bound people.

Northrend, Howling Fjord, the top of Utgard.

Although Agrama had greatly reduced her size, her body was still huge in the eyes of mortal creatures.

The Titan frowned, he sensed extremely violent twilight fluctuations coming from the distant continent of Kalimdor, and then continued to delve deeper into the sense, and found that it was Cthulhu, the dog leg of Sarodar.

After accumulating so much social experience in the world of Azeroth, Brother Agrama is now a social person, and he knows what to take care of and what not to do, a bullshit brainless order!

He pursed his lips and lowered his head to continue to look at the walrus man who was respectfully reporting to him.

"Boss, let me tell you, the number of births of our walrus cubs this year is quite impressive!"

Agrama listened with some absent-mindedness, the birth of the walrus cubs, this topic has been heard more than seven thousand eight hundred times.

It's real ink, you flesh and blood!