Chapter 459

It seems that it is inevitable to provoke a dragon with three mortals.

But in fact, when garrush, delanos and mesmilano climbed on Onyxia's back, Dick knew that they would win.

It's not a game. The deep breath that envelops the whole hall can't be released several times. Shadow and flame are the natural breath of black dragon, but it needs to be released by consuming energy. In fact, from Onyxia's weak flapping wings, we can see that the Lord of black dragon has reached the limit.

After all, 25 guys are not ants. The damage they caused has greatly affected the combat effectiveness of black dragon.

As Dick said before, the first trial was just an appetizer.

"Hey

Galush grasped the ferocious dragon horn in one hand and controlled his body hard. He swung his blood roar in his left hand and slashed on the head of onykhia with an axe. How powerful was the orc? In addition, the blood red anger around the orc soldier's body was surging at this time. With the blessing of this anger, the hard dragon scale almost opened.

The hot dragon blood sprayed on garrush's face and even splashed into his eyes, making him slide under his feet, and the whole person fell down. There were bursts of exclamations from the stands, and the orc soldiers' hands were also waving in the air. As a result, his left foot was firmly grasped by one hand.

It's not delanos, it's mesmilan. The knight of north county holds the chain around the edge of the black dragon's wing in one hand and the left foot of garrush in the other. The orc soldier wipes his face casually. He is stunned to see the knight's difficult expression, but he waves his axe.

He threw it to drannos, who was still on the dragon's back. The same brave Orc took the blood roar, and his body was also angry. He rushed forward a few steps, swung the axe round in both hands, and cut it toward the top of the head of the Black Dragon Princess. However, the black dragon's body turned a little, and let the axe not hit her forehead, but rubbed the dragon's scales and cut into her dragon horn.

Onyxia roared wildly, and her whole body kept shaking and spinning in the air, trying to throw the three guys down. But the three men on the dragon's back of delanosa obediently wrapped the chain around her. The three men held the fine steel windmill spear of mesmilan, and their anger and holy light surged in the air, accompanied by the slogan,

"One! Two! Three! Thorn

"Poof!"

"Ouch!"

At this moment, the refined steel dragon gun wrapped in blood red and golden light burst out with unparalleled destructive power. It pierced the black dragon's scales from the point of impact and penetrated into the flesh and blood. This shot aimed at the root of onexia's left wing. After most of the Dragon guns pierced onexia's wings, the Black Dragon Princess uttered the most tragic howl ever, Unable to control the direction of flight, he rushed to the South platform.

"Bang!"

The golden heavy light shield appeared right in front of the South platform. Onyxia hit it and couldn't even break a crack. The dizzy black dragon with three guys who couldn't control his body fell to the ground. When he landed, the whole tower seemed to shake.

"Bang!"

The huge dust rolled up on the battlefield, and everyone's cry stopped at this moment. It was like holding their breath. Everyone was waiting for the final result.

Kelsas waved his hand, a storm swept away the dust, and three figures appeared in front of the crowd.

Garrush was very unlucky. He was almost pressed under his body by Onyxia. His left leg had been seriously broken. Mesmilan's arm hit the wall when it collided, and now he was powerless to hang down. Delanos was even worse. When the Dragon landed, he was thrown out. That kind of kinetic energy almost broke his sternum.

But the three people are still alive, Garush and mesmilano left and right carrying delanos, when the three people stood up, the entire venue, all the silence was broken at this moment.

His majesty Magny's mouth was wide open, and Varian's expression was unbelievable. Thrall rubbed his chin and didn't know what he was thinking. Sarufal's roar was the first.

It's a roar of pride, proud of his son. There's nothing better than defeating a giant dragon as a gift.

After sarufal, the whole hall was full of cheers. The alliance tribes had reasons to be proud and cheered. Even the grim Red Dragon Queen could not help standing up and clapping.

These mortals, really rely on their own strength to defeat the dragon, they deserve such praise.

Old Fuding's voice also sounded at the moment, and there was a little more joy in his voice. Obviously, the bad scene before made old Fuding worried.

"Well done! Warriors, you have proved yourself, in front of the dragon, you also have the ability to win! This is the honor you deserve! "

"But it's not over... It's just the beginning!"

The old knight's voice let the cheering slowly weaken, "you have proved your courage, but it is not enough, you still need to prove your strength! Yes, it was a test of courage just now. Next, you will face more powerful opponents. "

"Now, go to rest, you will get the best supplies of the whole Azeroth and the strongest priest's treatment, 20 minutes later, you will usher in your second trial!"

Dick made a "please" gesture to the old Veron beside him. The old priest nodded, leaned on the staff, followed behind lyadeline, and walked into the contestants' lounge from the side. Old Veron would personally treat the contestants who had just experienced the battle.

And how strong is the cure of the priest of light who has lived for two thousand five thousand years?

As long as you have a breath, you can jump up and down happily... The most exaggerated thing is that in the game, the third invasion of the Burning Legion, an entire elite Legion attacked esoda, and old Veron alone held up the holy light barrier, sheltered all the residents of esoda, just held on to the arrival of reinforcements, and also launched a counterattack with the reinforcements.

To tell you the truth, Dick has always suspected that old Veron's holy power may have reached the level of Max as early as more than 10000 years ago. In terms of protracted war, it is estimated that no one in Azeroth can match him. Most importantly, until now, Dick has no idea what level Veron's strength has reached.

In a word, he will never be weaker than Mograine... Even, it's not impossible to go further. After all, ten thousand years ago, he was the ruler of AGUS, who was juxtaposed with Kil'jaeden. Even Archimonde had to respectfully call Veron "leader".

After all, old Veron was a holy priest, not good at frontal combat, and this matter was not what Dick needed to consider now. He nodded to the bored heimdar, whose face under the helmet suddenly showed a trace of interest, moved his hands, turned and left the seat.

Twenty minutes later, the entrance door of the contestants was opened, and 25 people walked out one by one. Veron's therapy cured their bodies. The moon well water from night elves and magic tea from Quel'Thalas moistened their spirits. The mysterious incense sponsored by Madame Goya from pandaria swept away their fatigue.

The best was achieved in all aspects. Most importantly, in the past 20 minutes, they have formally determined the division of labor of the group. Baron is still the commander, garrush and delanos lead the soldiers, mesmilan and Marcus lead the clergy, swindling leads the assassins and druids, and Hermite II from Ironforge, That's the dwarf hunter who has broken through the dragon's scale twice, leading the long-range class.

Compared with before, this group has really got its own core, but whether they can do it or not depends on whether they can pass the next trial.

"It's a big world, and there are many secrets we haven't found! There are dark allies, but there are also fellow travelers on the bright side. In order to make this test worthy of the name, we specially invited the most powerful of them. "

Old Fordring's high voice rang out in the hall, which made the audience curious,

"In the past year, there has been an endless stream of topics about the heroes. Everyone is thinking about whether there is a place in the world called Yingling hall, and whether it is the place where the most brave soldiers return. Now, taking this opportunity, I want to tell you that yes, there is a place in the world called Yingling hall!"

"The bravest soldiers in the world will have a feast there and live forever! Supreme glory

"And all the warriors who died in the Northern Expedition this time!"

Old Fordring stopped for a moment, glanced across the hall and accentuated, "all the warriors will have a chance to enter there! Be a true spirit

"Wow

The whole hall was boiling. The eyes of the old knight and Dick met for a moment. The news obviously had something to do with Dick, but there was no reason for Odin, Dick or even old Fordring to refuse the offer.

This is good for all three parties. What's more, knowing that they will enter a real dream paradise after death, even if they just have a chance, will make the soldiers' fear of death much weaker.

It's a means, a means of boosting morale, and then it's time to show it.

Old Fordring's left hand waved down,

"Now, let's welcome the emissary from the hall of souls, the gatekeeper of varagal, the warrior of Odin, heimdar! And the warriors from the hall of souls

"Boom!"

As soon as the old knight's voice fell, a golden light shone into the center of the hall from the space directly above the longmian temple. It was the gate of the sky from varagal. Heimdar had been here in advance, so it was just an illusion. But even so, this cool way once again made the atmosphere more warm.

This way, obviously, is more in line with the common people's fantasy about the hall of heroes.

"Frankly, I don't think you can pass my test..."

With the golden light fading away, a black transmission Rune appears in the middle of the central hall. Heydal stands in the front, with the golden storm sword in his hand. The golden anger twines around his body, like the real light of God.

At this time, heydal is 4 meters tall, and his sword is bigger than the tallest Tauren in the competitors. This is the result of his shrinking body.

Behind him, there are four heroic warriors as tall as him, holding sword and shield, double swords, magic wand and magic wand respectively, and the chopping sword of hamdar, which is just the configuration of a standard team.

As the gatekeeper of Yingling hall, heimdar could not use his real strength to fight against these young people, so he glanced at them, with a sword in his left hand and a stroke in the air in his right hand. A golden horn appeared in his hand, and his low voice spread all over the hall.

"We will suppress the strength to the same level as you. If we can take this horn from us, you will win!"

With that, Yingling suddenly waved a sword to the left. The golden blade pierced the air and forced the elf assassin who was trying to get close out of the stealth. Then the voice of Yingling came slowly,

"Of course, if you can steal it, you will win!"