Ranger King of Azeroth

  Chapter 836 N'Zoth's "Papa Papa"

  Like Charlemagne's family, Malfurion and the others would not make fun of their own lives. After they settled down, they also left the palace one after another to familiarize themselves with the underwater mode of action.

  Early the next morning, under the leadership of Vashj and Hydraxis, the water elemental duke, the coalition forces began to advance towards Ny'alotha.

  As for Neptulon, the king of water elements... he was overthrown by Xelaki, the last under N'Zoth's command, when he was at the front.

Although the furious Neptulon created a violent underwater waterspout under the cover of Vashj and tore the Xeraki into pieces, but he also suffered some injuries and was currently in a temporary camp in the rear Self-cultivation.

  After yesterday's training, although Charlemagne and others dare not say that they are proficient in underwater combat, at least they can move freely in the seabed with their comprehension.

  Ny'alotha, the submarine prison, inherited the style of the Titan ruins. It is large and majestic, and the resplendent outer wall has not fallen off much even after being corroded in seawater for tens of thousands of years.

  According to the descriptions of Odin and Raiden, N'Zoth's prison was originally on the ground like several other ancient gods. The catastrophic explosion 10,000 years ago caused Ny'alotha to sink into the sea.

  As usual, after entering the interior of Ny'alotha, in addition to the elite Naga and a large number of mind demons staying here, there are also many titan-made jailers corrupted by N'Zoth.

   However, under the watchful eyes of a group of demigods, Vashj and Duke Hydraxis quickly cleared the road.

   "Your Majesty, according to our interrogation of the Naga under N'Zoth's command, his cell is behind this gate. Please be careful, N'Zoth's jailbreak is only as good as Yogg-Saron's."

Yogg-Saron was only one step away from smashing Ulduar's prison and freeing himself. If N'Zoth is one step further than him... that means this guy has escaped completely, and just continued to hide for safety. Waiting for the moment at the bottom of the sea.

   After all, compared to land, the seabed has the half-play advantage that he has lived for 10,000 years, but the combat effectiveness of the enemy has to be discounted, relatively speaking, the survival rate is higher than that on the ground.

  Charlemagne stood at the front, put his hands on the wide door in front of him, turned his head and asked solemnly, "Are you ready?"

   Alleria, Malfurion and the others held their weapons nervously, and nodded solemnly at the same time.

   "Crack...Boom!"

  Under the action of the water flow, opening this heavy door was much easier than Charlemagne expected. When he pushed the door open, all the female players behind made voices of disgust.

   "Hey! So many tentacles!"

  Even Charlemagne, Maraad, and Malfurion turned slightly blue on their faces, but Velen, a well-informed old fritter, continued to stroke his beard without changing his face.

  In the hall in front of him, N'Zoth's tentacles almost covered the entire prison, and the red core in the middle was staring at the gate like eyes.

   At the same time, a weird voice came directly into the minds of Charlemagne and others.

   "Stupid mortals, you actually gave up your land advantage and invaded my palace without authorization. As long as you are wiped out, there will be no hope for Azeroth, and the hour of twilight will surely come!"

  Charlemagne was a little nervous at first. After all, the N'Zoth in front of him seemed to know that he had completely escaped from prison, but when he heard him talk about "my palace", the original nervousness dissipated immediately.

  He waved helplessly and said, "Yes, yes, yes, your palace, you ancient gods are all ghosts, and you refuse to admit that you are imprisoned."

   "Shut up! If it weren't for the coercion of the Pantheon, how could our noble ancient gods be sealed by a mere inferior Titan!"

   "Good, good, powerful, noble and noble, I hope you can still be so stubborn when we tear you down into squid feet."

  Charlemagne removed Solidar from behind, and the energy arrow was already on the bowstring. "I don't want to talk nonsense with you anymore. You've lost your san value after seeing too much of you. Hurry up and call it a day!"

   "Whoosh!"

  The sound of breaking water came to the ears of everyone present, and Charlemagne's attack meant that the battle against N'Zoth had officially begun.

   "Aww!"

Malfurion turned into a giant bear first, holding Ursoc's claw, he was several times larger than the normal bear form, and together with Onyxia who turned back into a dragon form, he firmly sealed Enzo s attack route.

   It was not the first time for the few people present to cooperate, and they quickly found their own positions.

   Tyrande and Velen dragged at the back to provide healing and assistance to the teammates on the front line, while Azshara, Elisande, Alleria, and Sylvanas stood slightly in front of the two healers for long-range fire suppression.

  Charlemagne's position is relatively front. His fighting style is more changeable, and he can fill in all positions except healers and tanks at any time.

   It was Maiev and Maraad who charged at the front, but their fighting styles were completely different.

Maraad followed the style of the paladins, and immediately after Onyxia and Malfurion attracted N'Zoth's attention, he rushed forward and began to beat N'Zoth's core troops with his warhammer, and at the same time he could use the Holy Light Provides a certain auxiliary effect for two tanks.

Maiev, on the other hand, follows the fighting style of thieves and assassins, wandering around N'Zoth with erratic positions, and the saw in her hand cuts on N'Zoth's body mysteriously, bringing a wave to the water. Strands of purple-black blood.

  Before the start of the war, Charlemagne probably told everyone about the characteristics of N'Zoth. This guy has a lot of tentacles, but it is meaningless to stare at them.

  The Demon of Thousand Beards does not mean that he only has a thousand tentacles. Maybe N'Zoth's tentacles grow faster than Charlemagne and the others, so everyone aimed at his core from the beginning.

  Of course, N'Zoth is not a fool. It is impossible for this group of demigod-level high-end combat power to block his core, and a large number of tentacles start to attack everyone in the room.

  Charlemagne avoided the whipping of the tentacles and shadow magic with small-scale movements, while condensing the arrow of order to shoot fiercely at the red cracks in N'Zoth's suspected eyes.

  The full body of N'Zoth is stronger than Yogg-Saron's physical hardness. Coupled with its own super-speed regeneration ability, the wounds that are hit can also be healed quickly.

But his tentacles are also difficult to hit Maiev and others who are nimble. Onyxia and Malfurion don't hide at all. Anyway, they have rough skin and thick flesh, and there is healing support behind them. For a while, N'Zoth's attack couldn't hurt them at all.

  The temptations of both sides are going on so tepidly, N'Zoth has obviously not yet entered the desperate stage, and Charlemagne's side is still adapting to his attack mode.

  As for N'Zoth's whispers... It's not that Charlemagne looked down on him. Compared with Yogg-Saron, there is no threat at all, and the illusion constructed is so fake that it can be broken with a single poke.

  Later, N'Zoth simply gave up his mental attack, and focused more on manipulating his endless tentacles, and the whole prison kept making "slapping" sounds as the tentacles slammed into the air and hit the ground.

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