My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Muradin reluctantly put down the wine barrel in his hand and mumbled: "Actually, I don't know. It's just that the Griffins trained by the Wildhammer tribe can help the rider fight in the air. How to do it... Only they themselves Clear." Alsace nodded, looking at the dwarves who had been in the carnival for a long time, he always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't remember what was going on for a while.

At this moment, a dwarf warrior came to Muradin. He was already drinking almost unconsciously. His swaying appearance made Arthas really worried that he would accidentally fall into the campfire and become A "charcoal grilled dwarf".The helmet of the dwarf warrior no longer knows where it went, and the plate armor on his body was also unbuckled with several buckles, and he hung loosely on his body.

The dwarf warrior, holding his own hammer in one hand and a large wooden cup in the other, shouted to Muradin: "Muradin, come and drink at the bar! Today is the wine festival, and when the sun rises tomorrow morning, who will pay? Sober, then he is a coward who can't drink!"

After finishing speaking, the dwarf warrior poured the barley wine in the wooden cup into his mouth, and hit it hard. A strong breath of alcohol sprayed out, causing Vereesa to frown—this A group of vulgar dwarfs!Muradin smiled at Arthas and said, "Just ignore him, child. This is the custom of our dwarves. On the wine festival, all dwarves must be drunk, even women and children are the same. ."

As soon as Muradin finished speaking, Arthas suddenly realized what was wrong. The thought that flashed through his mind was so terrible that it even made him sweat.However, this made Alsace's drunkenness fade a bit. He bounced off the stake and shouted to Muradin Bronzebeard: "All the dwarves, on the wine festival, have to drink all night? Are the soldiers no exception?"

Fanwai generation patch generation god, generation patch generation...there is a god

Since it’s World of Warcraft, how can you lose your daily son?There are so-called patch generations and generations of gods, and generations of patches have magic gods. Today, I will post a section of the daily life of Warcraft for everyone to see and see which occupations and skills everyone recognizes.Oh, by the way, daily does not refer to daily tasks, but because some professions are so powerful, people go to forums every day to complain, and then they are called "daily".

When a human paladin stepped across layers of corpses, the armor was covered with dents and blood stains, and the blood sputtered when an orc warrior was hacked and killed just now remained on his face, and he ate the violent buff just spawned by the blacksmith. A death knight riding an undead horse rushed towards him. Then he dismounted his horse and raised his two-handed sword to salute the Paladin. The Paladin immediately drew his sword and greeted him.

Both of them know that this duel will determine the ownership of the blacksmith shop, and everyone else on the battlefield also knows that the endgame of the blacksmith shop will affect the direction of the whole situation in the future, whether the alliance can keep the flag changing and achieve a comeback, whether the tribe The ability to maintain three points and continue to extend the advantage of the dividing line depends on the fateful duel between the two

In this way, like Tai Chi, it presents a state of life in which black and white are intertwined with their respective wills, and then quickly rotate in the direction of fate, making the player's own will override the outcome of the duel, becoming The eternity in the moment that the short game memory is sealed in, and only in this way can it be called the balance followed along the path of the heavens. This is the eternal realm that the player can pursue in the game.

This is the WOW I want

At this moment, a dwarf Master suddenly landed in the air from the logging yard and put on a cute pose. After seeing him, the Paladin quickly stepped back. He knew that the victory was set. Although he couldn't help the tribe, it was for the sake of the overall situation. Thinking about it, I had to slap the horse with a whip and rush to the gold mine, while the death knight's blue eyes flashed a trace of panic. It was a panic from the bottom of hell, a panic that accompanies the dead every day and despairs of killing passers-by.

The death knight didn't feel a few steps back, and the hands holding the sword couldn't help trembling, and the ghouls beside him cowardly hid behind his master, as if he had foreseen his next ending.

After the fear, what followed was a belief to fight for the tribe, blood and glory, knowing that death must be a sword.The dwarf Faye had a calm expression, a very gentleman smiled and said a deadly word, MayIbiuyousir?

Then only the loud sound of ice breaking, like the sound of a huge thunder breaking a rock, spread throughout the Arathi Basin.Everyone was not shocked, but the shouts of killing soon sounded again. The tribe and alliance's victory has not yet ended, and people are fighting with their own camp's beliefs.

In the blacksmith’s shop, there was only a cold body. The blue eyes that had once represented cruelty were dimmed. His mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to say the phrase-for the tribe.

However, the battle was not over. At the moment when the dwarf mage reopened the ice protection and ran towards the blacksmith's banner, a bow and arrow shot at the mage. He felt that his eyes were black and he was spinning around in confusion, and his heart sank. , I remembered the kiss from my wife before I left home and came to Arathi, and the sentence, must come back with your water element.

The mage was frozen in the ice. At this time, he opened his eyes and finally saw his surroundings clearly. He knew that this was not a spell he released, but a stronger spellcaster. In a flash, his ice guard The body has disappeared, and the magic he has applied is constantly disappearing. After that, he saw a hunter glowing red. His fragile body immediately suffered huge damage. He touched the necklace hanging around his neck, which contained him. Photos with his wife.He knew that he might not be able to return to that warm home this time, but he also knew that he could not escape, only a fight.

How small is the dwarf’s body, probably only as big as the tauren’s calf. The small body allows him to successfully escape the tribe’s pursuit in various battlefields, but the enemy in front of him is the eye of a grasshopper. It will never hurt its wings.

The mage vomited a mouthful of blood. He was obviously unable to support the serious injury caused by the piercing of the bow and arrow. The ice once again covered his body. This time, the mage knew that this was the magic he released.To protect yourself.

This spell can only last for 10 seconds. Countless enemies once held regret in front of the ice. After the mage appeared again, it was the enemy's death period. But this time, the mage knew that this might be the last magic he released.

For 10 seconds, what can I do to recall my love, lament the shortness of this life, and regret that he has not fulfilled his wish. The mage did not do this. He just silently cursed the enemy and missed his wife.

The time went back to 3 days ago.

"Don't go to Arathi, you are no longer the great magician back then!" The mage's wife burst into tears, "I'm afraid, I'm really afraid...you will never come back."

"No, I am a veteran, and I must not escape before the battle. What's more, when have I been injured in battles?" The dwarf mage was full of confidence in himself.

"But, your father doesn't love you anymore. How far can you go if you lose your father's love?" The wife was still shaking and touching her tears, and she didn't even dare to look directly into the eyes of the wizard.

"Father won't let me die." The dwarf mage put on his cloak, took up his staff and walked out.The wife looked at him silently, opened her mouth, and finally couldn't say anything.

The wizard's magic did not last long, and finally he appeared from the ice. He tried to teleport himself away with space magic, but soon a large group of beasts appeared, surrounding him.

When the mage closed his eyes in despair, a sacred power surrounded him, and instantly he felt that the passing life had returned to him, and the wound healed at the speed that the naked eye could see in an instant, he was delighted He looked back to see who was coming, but the next second, his eyes dimmed again: "Why are you here, go back, this is not where you should be!" "No, my dear, I will never Let you die here, even if I die, I won't leave you!"

The troll on the opposite side licked his dry lips and squeezed the bow and arrow in his hand. "Stupid alliance, since you want to die together so much, then I will make you perfect!" The arrow drew across gracefully like raindrops. The arc shot towards each other.

Time was running out in one minute and one second, and the hunter's physical strength was gradually losing. At this moment, he realized that killing the two people on the opposite side was already an impossible task.However, he was still calm. Years of hunting made his ears extremely sensitive, and there was a low roar of a wolf and the sound of a tricycle engine in the distance.He knew that as long as he procrastinated for a while, it would be a sure thing to kill the two alliances and take down the smithy together with the comrades who came.

The plan was perfect. The hunter was shooting while controlling the pet to procrastinate. Suddenly, his eyes went dark and his ankles felt severe pain. Oops!Broken tendons!The change came so suddenly, the hunter's heart raised his throat in an instant. One-to-three is unwise, but the glory of the tribal archer cannot be tarnished. He glanced at the remaining arrows in his quiver and straightened his chest. Roar like a beast, greet his final battle...

When he aimed at this uninvited guest, the opponent's sword shot out like thunder, and the earth shook with a trembling sound. The surrounding earth trembled, and the hunter fainted, only feeling that his finger was cut off.

He worked hard to cheer up, opened his eyes that were dyed red by the blood of whose blood he didn't know, and looked intently, he was indeed an alliance night fighter.

Hunter has fought on various battlefields in recent months. He knows that such well-trained fighters are not easy to defeat. Although he has successfully headshot many fighters, the current situation is 1 to 3, which is very unfavorable to him.

The hunter refreshed his spirit and put on his own defensive posture. He can deal with any attack in a short time, but what about afterwards?Do you have to break the precepts and start the second posture?

It was a shame for the hunter to use his combat skills twice in the same battle, but the situation forced him to do so. When he was about to regroup and summon the herd again, a voice sounded.

"Bounded all over, comrade-in-arms." A low voice sounded in the ear of the troll.

who is it?The hunter became alert. One second ago, the nearest friendly voice was still 300 meters away. Where is this person who suddenly appeared?

The dwarf priest suddenly bowed his head in pain, and a cat with zebra stripes and troll fangs appeared behind him. The mage yelled "No!", but with a roar, the dwarf priest had fallen down. The wound left by his arrow was torn apart by this beast.

"Immediately die." The soldier glanced back and said indifferently."Position, little man, you don't have time to care about others, we are facing the champion and runner-up of the last God of War."

"What?" Before he recovered from the pain of losing his wife, the dwarf mage received a second blow. He squeezed his wand, while freezing his wife, slowly stood up. .

"Ready to charge!" The warrior yelled, and the giant sword in his hand pointed directly at the beast, "Kill the weaker one first."

Before the words fell, the warrior rushed over with a thunder and thunder, and the ground burned at such a speed, but the beast just shook its head, and a hurricane blew the warrior off the ground. The wizard wanted to help the warrior to escape. Frost Nova was released, but a puff of smoke came from the beast, this magic didn't work at all?

The dwarf mage retreated in fear. What happened? Why is the battle now completely different from before. Father, where are you?

"Where are you looking? Your opponent is here." The troll's fangs reflected dazzling light under the refracted sunlight."I admit that you are all brave, but you are about to die here. This is a fact that cannot be changed."

The troll caught a bow and arrow and shot at the wizard.

"At least, let me make a contribution before I die." The mage was ideal, calm and relaxed, he put down a ring of frost, lit a frost bomb and threw it to the beast that killed his wife.

Immediately afterwards, a bow and arrow pierced the wizard's head, a smile hung on the corner of the wizard's mouth, and the last magic was released, sealing himself and his wife in the ice.

"Huh, it's kind of useful anyway." The soldier had already got rid of the hurricane. He suddenly blew his hands, his body doubled, and he planted a battle flag. The weapon smashed into the ground like a world-breaking. He was fainted by this power, but his remaining consciousness made him desperately cry for help.

"Help me, hunter, I forgot the symbiosis and invincibility!" Wild De was very annoyed, "Who would have thought that this regular army has only one knight, or punishment, and died early, I only need 2 seconds to cast the spell, but He was killed in 1.8 seconds, which is really a waste."

When the hunter received the call for help, he naturally did not dare to be vague. He shot several bows and arrows in a row, but the soldier seemed to be unable to support it, but he would not fall.

"Damn it, why are soldiers almost immortal now." The troll yelled, "Run away!"

Ye De regained consciousness, and tried to escape from the war zone to heal himself at a speed several times faster than usual, but the soldier jumped on the spot and was actually faster than him. When his boots fell, Ye De fell to the ground and vomited blood. .

"I should die immediately." The soldier smiled contemptuously. "I have been looking for a real challenge, a real enemy. I think this opponent is worth fighting, Hunter."

"No! You killed my comrade-in-arms!" the troll yelled heartbreakingly, and he wished to kill the soldier immediately.

"You forced me." The troll's right hand was holding the bow and arrow vigorously, and he realized that he needed a second set of skills.

"If you don't kill him, how can you fight me seriously." The warrior understands that although he is one of the best, his combat power is still lower than the opponent, but the warrior believes in heaven and is not afraid of death."I didn't want to go back alive when I charged you."

Chapter 165 The Crisis of Dun Modr Fortress

"Uh... it's true..." Muradin hadn't reacted yet, not understanding what Arthas meant.The little prince waved his hand anxiously and shouted, "Dun Mod, Fort Dun Mod! Damn... the orcs must know your dwarf's customs on the Wine Festival, so they let their ships be destroyed in Nanhai Town. ...Their goal was not Nanhai Town from the beginning, but taking advantage of the Wine Festival to take down Dun Modd Fortress!"