MTL - Stratholme God-v2 Chapter 1490 Sluggish Mother of Light

   Chapter 1490 The sluggish Mother of Light

   McDonald scanned Azshara twice, the gaze that saw through her body to the darkest and most invisible corners of her soul, made Azshara's heart tremble, and her whole body trembled involuntarily.

   "Looks like you've at least put yourself in the right place."

   McDonnell's words immediately made Azshara catch her breath. She knew that she had passed the test, so she immediately fell down again and bowed deeply.

   "Thank you master for your mercy."

   "No, make no mistake. The emperor's mercy is not so cheap."

  's words immediately made Azshara's nerves that had just relaxed tense up again.

   Sure enough, McDonald's next sentence came: "This time, do it well. After defeating Sargeras, I allowed the upper elves to become the first-class race of the Alliance."

   Azshara was stunned for a moment, but immediately understood.

   As the former ruler of the Kaldorei, if the high elves were not as good as night elves and high elves in the alliance, it would be fine in a short time, but after a long time, Azshara could not hold back the elves below. This is enough to give her face.

   She took the face, so naturally she had to pay.

   The status of the Highborne came up, but he didn't mention the Naga. This is to cut her and her subordinate sea clan power. However, even with Naga and Murlocs in hand, can she turn the world upside down?

   This is actually the greatest gift that McDonald can give her.

   "Thank you for the gift of my Lord. I... I will definitely deal with those traitors."

   McDonald's swept away her terrified face, which was mixed with joy and flattery, as if to drive away a fly: "Go."

   After Azshara left, McDonald rested his right hand on the armrest and tapped the desk with his left index finger, thinking about the current situation.

  The direction of history has long since changed.

  A lot of incidents are still going to happen, after all, many big incidents are messed up. For example, it should be the [Emerald Dream] that is coming out now, because N'Zoth is going to jump out, forcing Xavius ​​to jump out and give it away first.

  Thanks old Tie Xavius ​​for letting McDonald's take the Dragon King Empress.

   And the upcoming battle of Suramar City will undoubtedly become much easier because of Azshara's intervention.

MacDonald feels confident and removes all the Nightborne bosses in it. Now Gul'dan has died in the hands of Duke, a good buddy in the Galactic Council. The team in this game [Dark Fortress] can be said to have been abolished. .

   This is why McDonald dared to let Lao Wu lead a 2 regiment to Suramar.

   Just as McDonald was preparing for the attack on Suramar City, in the distant void, a golden fleet was folding and flying in space.

In the    universe, very few ships have such a coquettish appearance, and their eyes are full of gold. Fortunately, this is not gold, but pure... holy light.

   Looking through the surface of the brilliant golden light, you can see the streamlined hull of the draenei style.

   This is not so much a space battleship, but a draenei temple in the shape of a football. The vine-like lilac metal exterior wraps the deep purple glass portholes, making everything look beautiful.

  Inside the hull, in the spacious bridge, a paper figure suspended in mid-air, Abu, it was the golden Naru who spoke.

   She is the eldest sister of the Naruli, Zera, the Mother of Light.

   Facing a paladin in the direction of her attack, her majestic and sacred voice echoed in the audience.

   "Turalyon! I understand your idea of ​​saving your hometown, but this is already our maximum speed."

   That's right, the white-haired and white-bearded old man in front of him is the last of the Five Saints of Silver who has been missing for a long time in the Alliance - Turalyon.

   When there was a big explosion in Outland, Turalyon ordered the army to evacuate. Unfortunately, he himself was involved in the turbulence of time and space. Fortunately, he was picked up by the Holy Light Legion and escaped death.

  The Mother of Light, Zera, discovered his talent in Holy Light and baptized him personally, making him an extremely powerful and ageless [Lightforger].

   Then, in the Twisted Nether, where the time flow of Azeroth was completely different, Turalyon followed the Legion of Light and fought the demons of the Burning Legion for countless years.

  In the outside world, maybe this is only 20 years.

   is twisting the void for millennia.

   With a brand new power and the entire Holy Light Legion, Turalyon and Zera rushed back as soon as they learned of the attack on the mainland of Azeroth.

   Although he recognized McDonald's ability, Turalyon was still worried. He couldn't imagine how his hometown would fall under the iron hoofs of the Burning Legion.

   "I hope we can make it in time." Turalyon sighed.

Suddenly, the navigator of the Lightcast Draenei reported: "Approaching the target space... this... the target space is undergoing a large-scale space battle at the level of a cosmic fleet. The high-energy response is constant, and jumping out of the original coordinates will cause you to be involved. Danger of energy turbulence, request temporary fine-tuning of transition coordinates."

  Turalyon and Zera were stunned at the same time.

   Where did Azeroth get the space fleet?

  Turalyon knows best about his own technology level.

   It's no problem to pull some primitive cannons out. Speaking of the space fleet, that's too much, right?

  When Turalyon was stunned, Zera made a final decision: "Agree to fine-tune."

  Light and shadow flew outside the porthole of the spaceship, and existences who were not at the level of astral mage would not feel the slight twist when the light and shadow passed.

   After a while, the scenery outside suddenly changed, from the extreme dynamic to the relatively static starry sky.

  Turalyon and Zera are no strangers to the starry universe. What really makes them feel unfamiliar is the mysterious and huge fleet that surrounds the planet of Azeroth.

   "This is..." Turalyon's pupils shrank suddenly into a small particle.

  I don't need an optical observer to help zoom in, just in the distance, the flashes emitted by the mysterious fleet's ten thousand cannon salvos instantly dyed the faces of every Holy Light Legion soldier.

The    beam cannon swept across half of the star field at high speed, bombarding the battleship of the Legion of Light's old enemy, the Burning Legion.

   In the past, the fel energy shields that were bombarded by Holy Light battleships with many cannons were useless. The flashes that expanded one by one represented the explosion of the battleships of the legion.

The light from the continuous explosions on the    Legion battleship strongly stimulated the eyes of the Lightforgers.

   It is completely conceivable what kind of scene it is in the exploding Legion battleship - sparks are everywhere in every corner, and the frantic destruction turbulence tears the body of the demon, but the demons have nowhere to escape.

  These demon troops, which were enough to destroy a planet at random, died in the hands of these mysterious enemies without any reason.

However, the battleships of the Burning Legion seem to have received some kind of death order. They keep jumping out of other distant galaxy spaces and rushing up to be cannon fodder without fear. The reason is that the landing ships can have a chance of not being one in a hundred. Evade the intensive protection of the guardian fleet and forcibly break into the atmosphere of the planet Azeroth.

  Zera spoke, his voice almost murmured: "Where did the powerful fleet come from? Does this universe really have a space fleet that surpasses the Burning Legion?"

   (end of this chapter)