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Scott looked down at the shiny ring in his hand, a heavy ring cast in bronze, shaped like a giant dragon coiled, biting its tail with a giant mouth, not at all like something that a cute Lori could take out.

After thinking about it for a while, Scott, who didn't want to take it, finally put his finger into the ring.

After trying it with his index finger, it was a bit big, so Scott tried all five fingers of his left hand, and finally chose to put it on his thumb, and after putting it on, Scott also rotated his finger with satisfaction to look at it.

"Yes, it's quite domineering. ”

Then, having regained his strength, Scott looked at the rest of Angela's ruins and moved on.

And in front of his path, hundreds of xenomorph worms screamed out of the sand and darkness, blocking him ...

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"Damn!

"If this continues, not only will the camp be undefended, but even the soldiers will be torn apart and eaten by these nasty bugs!"

Kruger Skull wielded his battle axe, slicing a xeno-marauder in two from head to tail, and was splattered with slightly corrosive insect blood.

But he didn't bother wiping, but immediately took the tomahawk and watched the situation on the battlefield.

However, everywhere that comes into view, it is an unfavorable situation for the tribe, on average, each tribal warrior has to face more than multiple enemy insects, even if the blood of the tribal warriors is surging, but the gap in strength and number can only make them barely support, and from time to time some warriors fall down from exhaustion, and then they are torn to pieces by the swarming xenomorph insects and swallowed their stomachs.

The state of blood splattering and being swallowed by the desert, there was even a slight sound in the ears of the still alive warriors.

"General, use the bone whistle. ”

"It's too late!"

A cloud of poisonous mist swelled at Kruger's skull, poisoning a xenobee that was preparing to surprise behind him, and its limbs trembled and stiffened in a few moments.

Quinnard, an apothecary of the undead, then emerged from the poisonous mist and shouted at the orc general.

Then, a violent shock of the earth came from not far away, and a minotaur used the natural ability of his own clan to force the xenomorph insects around him to retreat, and his hooves were in the wind, and he also ran to Kruger's side.

"General, use it. ”

"If you don't use it, you may have no chance to use it. ”

The sound of Mellock the Minotaur from afar, the sacrifice of the tribal warriors, and the huge figure slowly rising from the hive in the distance finally made Kruger reassured him, he took out a piece of gray and inky bone from his bosom and put it in his mouth, and then summoned the strength of his whole body to pour the breath in his chest into the broken bone.

“。。。。。。 ”

There was no sound, but after Kruger blew through the broken bones, it was like a prostration, and it took a long time to recover, if it weren't for the presence of the minotaur Mellock and the undead apothecary Quinnard, the powerful orc general would have been torn to pieces by the xenomorphs.

Although there was no sound, after Kruger blew through the broken bones, Mellock and Quinnad seemed to be much more relaxed, and even the poison mist potion and totem pole in their hands became more and more skillful.

The information has been sent, so all that remains is to hold on to the end...

On the other side, the Alliance camp was in the same situation, if not more brutal, compared to the Tribal warriors, the Alliance warriors were weaker in individual strength, although more united and obedient to command, but in the face of the sudden infestation tide, these advantages could not be used.

The commander of the Alliance, Field Marshal Bruce Walker is more resolute than Kruger, and the moment the insect tide poured into the camp, he smashed the crystal ball on the table, which was a special magic weapon given to the Kingdom of Stormwind by His Excellency Medivan, the guardian of the Alliance, which was connected to the mage tower in Stormwind City, and once broken, King Varian would immediately know that the situation in Silysus was not optimistic.

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"Devour it, tear it up!"

High in the sky, Chief Prophet Scram's forehead waved his tentacles like crazy, and the pleasure of countless killing breaths made him tremble, as if he had stepped on the pinnacle of worm life.

Behind him, a look of disgust flashed in Shaltula's compound eyes, these prophets were always chattering, and the gladiators and war guards were extremely annoying, and Shaltula especially hated the one in front of him.

"I really don't know why Your Majesty let me walk with this nasty worm. ”

In this way, Shaltula shifted her gaze away from Scram's body to the battlefield in the distance, and the excellent vision of the huge compound eye allowed her to take in the entire battle situation.

Whether it is the tribal camp with the blood-colored banner in the northwest or the alliance camp with the roar of the lion in the northeast, in the eyes of Shaltullah, they are already in the last resistance.

The fence of the camp built by the giant wood had been breached, and countless xenomorph insects were wreaking havoc in the camp, and in the depths of the two insect nests, Shaltula clearly saw two giant insects as huge as mountains vibrating their backs, slowly flying from the ground to the sky.

It was the queen of the Zorrah hive, and the giant xenobee that had been bred to replace itself after the Rego worm that had transformed into a worm man.

As the wings of the two-headed giant bee waved, creating a vortex of air like a hurricane, Shaltula withdrew his gaze.

"It's all over, and it seems that it won't take much time for our clan to take control of this plane this time. ”

But will this really be the case?

The sky suddenly became a little dark, and the sky above the desert, which was originally cloudy, began to float one by one.

And the originally hot air also brought a touch of coolness in this effort, and even kept approaching the cold.

This made Sartula feel a little uncomfortable, although the Qila Zerg are a sapient race, they are not homeothermic creatures themselves, so cold weather is their natural enemy.

And Skram, who felt extreme pleasure, was also a cold war, waking up from the pleasure, and then he turned his doubtful gaze to Sartula, and immediately turned his gaze to the distant battlefield.

But it was only a matter of moments, and something that had not appeared in this land for countless years slowly wafted in the dry air of Silisus.

"This is ... ”

There were no arms, but Scram's spiritual power had already replaced the arms, and a piece of white floated in front of him, but it suddenly froze and slowly levitated in front of him.

Memories of a thousand years ago flooded through his mind, and he finally recognized the name of the hexagonal transparent object that fluttered in the wind in front of him.

"Snow ???"