While Scram was still immersed in searching for memories, countless dark clouds had gathered in the sky, and the whiteness that fell in the sky had rapidly changed from the size of a grain of rice to the snow like goose feathers. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Such a cold substance made the xenomorph swarm that had been living under the warm ground of Silysus restless, and their attack rate was also slowed down by the cold, and the most affected were the xenobees flying in the sky, their delicate wings could not withstand such cold, and immediately landed from the air, becoming a member of the xenomorph swarm infantry battle array, even the two huge monsters were no exception.

But this kind of cold has been experienced by both the warriors of the tribe and the soldiers of the alliance, so naturally there will be no slowness, but it will make them breathe a sigh of relief in the attack of the swarm.

"A little snow just wants to hinder our attack. ”

"What a childishness!"

Skalam awoke from his memories and looked at the snow with a slightly sarcastic smile, and the pale yellow pheromones emanated from his body again, burrowing into the crystal prism in front of him.

Immediately, the swarm's originally reddened eyes were finally drowned in bright red, and they no longer cared about the unknown material falling in the air, and rushed towards the enemy's camp even more frantically.

The two huge mountain-like xenobees took off again, their wings flapping like earth-shattering war drums in the air, as if slowly, but actually extremely fast, swooping down on the camp of the Alliance and the Horde.

Their direction of travel is clear and straight, because the pheromones secreted by Scram this time are used to control the two incomparably huge beasts while stimulating the ferocity of the swarm.

But is that all there is to it in the sky?

Of course not.

The desert of Silitsus was plagued by strong winds all year round, but it was a hot, dry wind that had no effect on the swarm. But at this moment, a different wind is coming.

Cold, biting, with a whirling power.

From a light breeze, to a light breeze, to a gale, to a violent wind, in just a few minutes, the wind turned into a violent whirlwind.

Under this very cold and violent whirlwind, the goose-feather-like snow became more and more dense, and even in the air, it gathered into a cluster of snowballs with a certain impact with the help of the wind.

The insect swarm could no longer advance in such a wind and snow, and the warm juice in their bodies began to slowly thicken, and the power that had originally surpassed the guard rank also became sluggish and weak due to the failure of the operating system in their bodies.

And this wind and snow, it seems to have its own intelligence, they only wreak havoc in the xenomorph swarm, but not fall on any of the tribal or alliance warriors, with the help of celestial phenomena, the warriors of Azeroth can easily dodge the xenomorph attack, and then suddenly wave the weapon in their hands, and can harvest the life of the next enemy.

"This wind and snow is ... Enemy-controlled?"

Even the high places where Scram and Sartula were located had been affected by the cold wind and snow, and in order to protect his fragile wings, Sartula had landed beside Skram and quietly guarded his compatriots.

Now that Sartula was able to find that the prophet Scram, who was more sensitive to elemental power and spiritual power, was naturally more problematic, he also sensed the possibility that the wind and snow seemed to be manipulative, but at this moment he was already riding a tiger.

Once he gives up commanding the swarm, the xenomorph swarms of the Rego Hive and the Zora Hive will return to the warm underground as soon as possible, falling into a deep sleep, and will no longer be able to make their due contribution to the Zerg.

In that case, he would not be able to complete the tasks entrusted to him by His Majesty and the Great Master, and he would lose face in front of his colleagues and leaders.

"Absolutely, absolutely can't just fail!"

Skram's originally somewhat blue eyes flushed slightly red, a sign that the branch of the Prophet of Chira was beginning to use all his strength, and instead of releasing pheromones, he slowly bent his body down, slamming his forehead against the crystal prism that was half as tall as he was.

Immediately, the spiritual power belonging to him frantically poured into the crystal prism from the place where his skull was connected to the crystal prism, and then poured out from the crystal prism of the hive.

"Squeak!"

The two-headed giant xenobees, which had been trapped in the air by the icy whirlwind and the snowballs, immediately let out a terrible hiss, and then an invisible force was expelled from their massive bodies and covered their bodies, and the whirlwind and snowballs could no longer stand in the way, and they rushed through the wind wall and rushed into the camp.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Like a giant's scythe, six claws larger than the fence of a camp fell from the sky, each striking stabbing a warrior of Azeroth before sending them to the edge of the maw, where they were torn apart and devoured by the razor-sharp claw appendages.

At this moment, these two giant xenobees are no longer themselves, but Skram's clones, controlled by Skrham's spirit, exerting a few points more powerful than their own wisdom can play!

"Buzz~!"

A glittering gate slowly opened in the Alliance camp, and an old man with white hair and white beard and white robe slowly walked out of it, and the moment he walked out, he raised the staff in his hand inlaid with a huge blue crystal ball.

There are no words, but at this moment, the whirlwind accelerated again, and finally turned into a terrifying hurricane, and the snowflakes that had originally gathered in the whirlwind were compressed, rubbed, compressed, and rubbed again in this hurricane, and finally turned into ice spikes as sharp as fine iron arrows, perhaps they should be called ice arrows!

And with the movement of the staff in the old man's hand, the terrifying hurricane that covered almost half of Silisus enveloped the xenomorph insect swarm with countless ice arrows, and then there was a terrifying lethality like Ling Chi, and the carapace of the xenomorph insect wrapped in it was smashed through countless caves, and the ice arrows inserted turned into ice sculptures in this blizzard before they even had time to melt!

And the ice sculpture, in the subsequent countless impacts, turned into pieces all over the ground!

However, in this blizzard, there are still exceptions, and there are still terrifying creatures that survive tenaciously.

It was the two-headed giant xenobee controlled by Skram, and the spiritual power belonging to Skram covering their bodies kept countless ice arrows out, not harming them at all, and even the cold feeling could not penetrate this barrier.

The movements of the giant xenobee are still agile, and every swing of the blade still causes terrifying results, but Skram no longer has the luxury of killing the Azeroth warriors at this moment, and now that the camp has been destroyed by the swarm, all that remains is to facilitate the twisting of Angela and the Azeroth plane as much as possible, and kill more enemies.

Naturally, the old man holding the staff also felt the unusual aura and power of the two-headed monster, he frowned, and suddenly raised his head and shouted loudly towards the sky.

"Sarufar, when are you going to wait, it's time for you to make a move!"