Ranger King of Azeroth-Chapter 827: Take two boxes of lunch

Chapter 827 Take the two lunch boxes and send them away

When Yulong and Niuzao returned to their original form and camel the group into the air, everyone saw the flames coming from the direction of Eternal Isle, and at the same time, small-scale explosions continued to occur in the distance.

"Tsk!"

Charlemagne rose from the temple tower and shouted "Eragon!" in midair

Starlight Serpent accurately caught Charlemagne, and before Charlemagne gave an order, Eragon spontaneously flew towards the direction of Eternal Island at high speed.

"hold head high!"

Worrying about her master, Onyxia also returned to her original form. Alleria, Cirvanas, and Vereesa immediately jumped on her back, and the black dragon queen flapped her wings to bring a huge wind force to follow.

Yulong lowered her head solemnly and said to a female pandaren who was dressed more gorgeously below, "Yanxin, you stay and settle the monastery. I'm going to Eternal Island to see the situation."

"yes!"

Niuzao also told an elderly scholar, "Shibu, if Xuen and Chi-Ji arrive and you let them go directly to Eternal Isle, I'm afraid the worst will happen."

After the explanation, the two gods chased after Eragon and Onyxia who had set off first. The old lorewalker Shibu looked at the flames soaring into the sky in the distance, and murmured, "May the four gods bless us!" ..."

When Charlemagne and Eragon arrived near the Eternal Isle first, they found that Zaira was leading the Dragonmaw cavalry to provide support from high altitude.

And Helix Hesso led his goblins to smash all kinds of powerful gunpowder weapons on the primitive mogu.

At this time, more than a dozen tall primitive mogu had fallen on the field, and the remaining titan creations on the field were still dutifully resisting the attack of the tribe.

But Garrosh, who worried Charlemagne the most, was nowhere to be seen. There was a huge hole still emitting black smoke in the center of the Celestial Garden. Judging by the action patterns of Helix and Zaela, it seemed that he was protecting this hole.

"breathe... exhale..."

Charlemagne took a deep breath, barely calming down his churning anger and anxiety.

At this time Zaira had already discovered Charlemagne's arrival, and the female orc whose nose had been broken by him laughed wildly.

"Hahaha! Your Excellency the Regent, you have come too late, the great chief of the orthodox tribe is about to gain unimaginable power... strength?"

"Whoosh!"

Before Zaira’s nonsense was finished, Charlemagne with a cold expression raised his hand and shot the arrow of order with all his strength, piercing her chest at a speed that broke through the speed of sound.

The Dragonmaw chief looked at the hole in his chest in disbelief, and suddenly coughed up blood from his mouth, "Cough...my death can't change anything...Glory, belongs to the tribe..."

First killing a dog leg, Charlemagne turned his gaze to Helix Hesso, who was originally holding a cigar below.

The cigar in this guy's mouth had already fallen to the ground. He opened his mouth wide in fear and watched Zaira's corpse fall from the sky and fell into a ball of meatloaf. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva with a "gudong".

Helix smiled dryly and waved to Charlemagne in the air, "Hey! Dude, please wait first! I'm just doing things with money, if you're willing to pay more..."

"Boom!"

Charlemagne was too lazy to continue talking nonsense with the culprit No. 2, and the second arrow shot his ugly green head.

The goblin who operated the gunpowder weapon next to Helix was splashed with red and white brains and blood, and immediately let out a sharp cry, dropped the weapon and fled outside.

"Whoosh...Boom!"

The three Windrunner sisters who rushed to the scene following Eragon launched attacks one after another. This group of scumbags who tried to use the power of the ancient gods could not atone for their sins.

"hold head high!"

After putting the three of Alleria down, Onyxia spit out the shadow flames that had accumulated in her mouth for a long time, and the remaining dozen or so tribe members were burned to a piece of coke.

After cleaning up the dragoons in the air, Charlemagne jumped from Eragon's body to the ground, and the severely wounded primitive Mogu nodded slightly to salute him.

Aurelia walked up to the indifferent Charlemagne and gave him a hug. As the partner who had accompanied Charlemagne for the longest time, she could feel the anger that was about to burst out of her husband's heart.

Cirvanas sighed softly, "Go ahead, I'm afraid we won't be able to help you in this battle. We don't know how strong Garrosh who absorbs Y'Shaarj's heart energy is, but reaching the demigod level should be a certainty." But I believe that you can return smoothly, we all believe so."

Vereesa also tiptoed slightly and kissed Charlemagne on the side of the face, "Come on!"

Charlemagne finally showed a trace of temperature on his face, nodded and said, "Well, you take this group of mogu back first, and let Eragon send you out of the range of Eternal Island."

Then he looked up at the black dragon queen in the air, "Oni, you are on standby for now. Let me test how powerful Garrosh, who has abandoned everything, can gain."

"Okay, master..."

At the same time that Onyxia answered, a gloomy laugh came from the hole below, "Hmph! What a loud tone, a demigod-level mortal... In my current opinion, that's all there is to it. "

Garrosh, who walked out of the cave again, was completely unrecognizable from his original appearance.

His upper body was completely covered by blue sha energy, some disgusting yellow eyes were still hanging on his arms, and his hands were completely transformed into the unique claws of sha.

Now he can only be identified from the two Mannoroth tooth decorations passed down from Grom on his shoulders and the Gorehowl on his hand.

Another piece of good news for Garrosh... His bald head has grown some small, moving tentacles, at least not bald.

Although Garrosh's appearance looked horrible and disgusting, his words were still coherent...although it was coherent as he thought it was.

"I was not your opponent before, but now..."

Garrosh shook his blue sha claws, and said with a satisfied smile, "After I gain new power, I will show the world what a real orc is, a real tribe!"

"Strength! And glory! is the creed of the orcs. As long as there is enough power, all negotiations and compromises can be completely crushed!"

Garrosh made a high-spirited speech for a long time but failed to receive any response. All he saw in Charlemagne's eyes was indifference and... pity?

At this moment, Charlemagne finally said, "Have you finished talking nonsense? You are indeed the son of Grom who took the lead in drinking the blood of the devil. His thinking mode is exactly the same. If this is what you call an orc... then sorry, the orthodox tribe in your heart will usher in perdition today!"

The pity in his eyes became clearer, and a sneering smile appeared on the corner of Charlemagne's mouth, "But... when you leave your men and come to Eternal Isle alone, you should be able to guess what will happen to the group of brown skins left by you Is it over?"

"ha!"

Garrosh sneered, "As long as I defeat you with strength, my tribe will still be united under their chieftain, you can't kill prisoners, this is the **** you self-proclaimed righteous pedantic people are bound by! "

"hehe…"

Charlemagne was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and the bowstring in his hand was already full. "In your eyes, the restraint of morality on the self has become an obstacle to your own crimes? Then hold your so-called freedom and power to go to your untaught child." Let's make a theory of death!"

"Whoosh whoosh!"