Pratt suddenly turned his head and saw a familiar young man (body sh n). He struck a black robe, faced the wind, stood between the dragon's horns of the white dragon, like a **** of law.
(Body sh n) Five dragons are standing side by side, giving off the imposing momentum.
This person is Zhang Xing!
Look back ... oh my god! What are those?
It's Warcraft ... Bird of Warcraft, third order, fourth order, fifth order, sixth order.
Dark clouds cover (ri), black pressure covers the entire sky, and everything in sight is filled with Warcraft.
This ... I'm afraid there are at least tens of millions of them. What happened? Why is there so many World of Warcraft? Is it a beast tide?
Huh!
what sound? It was not the sound of a drum of war, looking down the sound, and in the direction of the left hand, a white hill on the ground was moving, it was the noise.
Take a closer look. It is a seventh-order ancient giant ape. Isn't this the king of the Snow Mountain in the legendary Qian Xuefeng?
After his (body sh n) tens of thousands of snow apes of different ranks followed the giant ape and ran all the way.
And then ... God! What I saw was countless World of Warcraft, fourth- and fifth-tier magic wolves, saber-toothed tigers, blood-printed leopards, and lightning bolts ...
Pratt felt dizzy. Was Warcraft going to attack humans?
At this time, all the officers and men of the former Newcomer Army who were about to cross the border, just raised their right foot, looked at the sky like being fixed (body sh n).
"Who is the kid riding the white dragon?"
"It seems to be wanted ... Zhang Xing!"
"Really him? What is the dark cloud behind him (body sh n)?"
"It seems like ... a magic bird!"
All the soldiers of the Newcomer Squadron looked to the left ...
The rear army looked to the right. They stopped and opened their mouths, and a brown (color) giant bear more than 20 meters high and countless Warcrafts appeared in their horrified eyes.
"That ... that's a seventh-tier giant bear!"
"They are rushing at us!"
"What's going on? Is the beast tide?"
"No! No! They turned a blind eye to Wanwu people and came to attack us ... why are they so?"
At the same time, the ten thousand soldiers who were on the verge of despair looked at the countless World of Warcraft on the ground in horror.
There was even more doubtful looking at the boy standing between the two horns of Bailong.
"Brothers of Wanwu Kingdom, I am late for Zhang Xing, and you are suffering!"
While they were puzzled, Zhang Xing's gentle and powerful voice returned ((d ng) d ng) in the whole space.
"Brothers ... I'm late, Zhang Xing ... I'm suffering ..."
"Brothers ... you suffer!"
"Bros……"
Whether it was an injured or an uninjured soldier, his eyes were red and tears flowed uncontrollably.
"It's Captain Zhang Xing!"
"Master Zhang!"
"He's here to save us!"
"He didn't forget the promise!"
"..."
"Brothers, I brought hundreds of millions of troops, but not humans, but the Legion of Warcraft. Let's let our Legion of Warcraft drive out the dog-mother-raised things from the New York Empire!
With a small wave of Zhang Xing, he pointed directly at the stunned NUC.
After seeing him (body sh n), countless magic birds separated automatically, dived down from both sides of Zhang Xing, and rushed to the battlefield!
"What? What did Mr. Zhang just say?"
"What billions of legions? Warcraft?"
Many soldiers didn't understand what it meant, and they were still in a state of confusion.
They were stunned when they saw the magic birds in the air flying over their heads, and the World of Warcraft on the ground galloping past (body sh n) and attacked the Newcom forces directly.
These Warcraft troops were brought by Zhang Xing, not millions, but his billions of Warcraft!
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