Chapter 286: Next time, can we hurry up?

From the beginning, Lao Tang did not intend to make any transactions or any intersections with Archmond, let alone change the sect and join the Burning Legion, becoming a villain who everyone calls for.

Whether it is a "greeting" with a false voice, or pretending to be crazy and stupid, moving forward slowly, or even using his poor acting skills to make a guest appearance as the "Oscar Best Actor"... All Lao Tang did was only one purpose - delaying time!

Fight for the time to evacuate the cavalry troops that broke out, and also buy time to arrive for the "reinforcements" they imagined!

Old Tang, who successfully approached the arrogant Archmond and entered his attack range, finally saw the goal and took action!

Although the strength gap between Lao Tang and Archmond is almost a world of difference, just like Lao Tang yelled - he is here to fight his life!

Whether it is to hit a stone with an egg or overestimate one's ability. Old Tang only knows one thing in his mind. As a warrior, there is no reason to surrender without fighting, fear the enemy and fight with fear! If this time, he doesn't even have the courage to fight with Ak, and even the belief to swing the hammer to resist to the death, then his achievements in this life will be like this!

The road to a strong warrior is a dangerous path full of blood and scars, a dangerous path filled with thorns and flames, and a dangerous path that is absolutely impossible to turn back! To walk this road, two legs are absolutely not enough! Only those iron-blooded men with a third leg in their crotch are worthy of going further and further on this road and flying higher and higher!

Even if Archmond finally couldn't escape death this time, if he was a warrior, he left a mark of timidity in his heart at this moment, then let alone the advanced heroes and continued to become stronger, Lao Tang's transformation of strength would eventually come to an abrupt end here, and it is not impossible to even retreat several levels! And in Azeroth, a world with the theme of swords and magic, survival and death, without strength, it is ultimately a dead end, and even life is worse than death...

Since you have to die sooner or later, why not be a man? If you are willing to die sooner or later, you will lose a few teeth of this demon leader!

It’s a pity that the huge gap in strength can never be made up by a passionate and tenacious will.

In front of Archmond, Old Tang is not even qualified to fight for his life...

The Titan Power Warhammer hit the bridge of his nose in Archmond's sarcastic and sarcastic eyes. However, Lao Tang's face did not have Ding Er's joy at this moment but a look of grayness. The force of the countershock back on the warhammer was not the pleasure of hitting the *** at all...

The power of holy light was filled with Lao Tang's terrifying brute force Titan power warhammer, which ended abruptly at a few centimeters from Archmond's face, but a loud noise like a sensation of gold and iron came from the battlefield.

Old Tang adjusted his spirit to the peak state, and a fatal blow that was bound to be obtained. Even the protective magic cover released by the polluter instantly failed to break it, and was easily blocked! Old Tang's repeated heavy hammer and chiseling attack, the pit hurt countless powerful people, and made many masters with even more strength, which made the shocking power of capsized in the gutter of Old Tang, this time he had not achieved any inch of his strength...

Archmond, this demon leader known for his powerful hand-to-hand combat ability, was a blacksmith doing embroidery work this time, showing extraordinary magic power in front of Lao Tang! The magic shield that looked shaky under Lao Tang's huge hammer and instantly cracked was far from as fragile as it looked!

"Silly mortal, do you think you can deceive me? Do you think you can hurt me?" A huge palm like a millstone slapped casually, and a loud "bang" sounded. Old Tang, who had nowhere to leverage in the air, was instantly blown away by Archmond like a fly. The battlefield was filled with Archmond's mocking and disdainful sarcasm: "It's so ridiculous!"

The smoke and dust filled the place where Lao Tang fell, and a deep depression appeared, with destructive power even comparable to the hellfire falling from a high altitude. Next to the deep giant pit were dozens of high-level demons who were affected by pond fish. If it weren't for these unlucky demons acting as meat pads in the collision, the injury caused to Lao Tang caused by the collision, Lao Tang, at this moment, had already become an indecipherable pile of meat paste.

But even so, Old Tang would never have a good time at this moment.

The violent collision and shock caused all the capillaries on Lao Tang's body to explode. Lao Tang, who staggered up from the deep pit, was like a bloody man, and his burly body had long been stained with blood red by the cracked plasma.

The severe pain from the left arm and chest, as well as the experience gained from hanging out on the battlefield for many years, Lao Tang, who was a little confused, realized that the polluter's random blow was at least three or four ribs, and he was even broken by his entire left arm. The arm hanging on his side at a strange angle, no matter how hard Lao Tang tried, he would not have any effort...

Archmond's "counterattack action" that was not even considered an attack, but in an instant, Lao Tang, whose physical fitness and muscle density were perverted, was severely damaged and was deprived of most of his combat power!

This is the bloody gap between Lao Tang, a so-called "master" who has won the record of a hero-level strong man and the real strong man Archmond!

The difference between clouds and mud is generally huge, which completely turns Lao Tang’s so-called desperate efforts into a joke!

He staggered up, and the shaking old Tang encouraged him to suppress the blood that was rushing to the roar and did not vomit unpleasantly. He looked directly at the giant standing between heaven and earth with a firm and ferocious look that had never appeared before...

"Die! The ignorant poor man!"

The indifferent face was full of disdain for Lao Tang, and the defiler Archmond's palm, which was flashing with a layer of dazzling silver light, pointed it at Lao Tang and gently held it in the void.

"You don't know at all, what is the real power!"

With the devilish declaration of the polluter, in an instant, the air around Lao Tang was like being controlled by an invisible big hand and compressed inwardly, and then expanded wildly with a more violent momentum than before, bursting - the gas explosion technique!

Air burst is just a simple little spell, but it is used from Archmond's hands with great power. In the vast universe, countless powerful people from countless planes have been dying of hatred by this move, and were pushed to a hundred yards by the bursting airflow, and then fell to the ground at a loss and fell into a pool of meat mud...

This time, it's Lao Tang's turn.

However, Gao Zai, although the bitch of Goddess of Destiny made Old Tang hard, the goddess of luck still showed the corner of her skirt like Old Tang. Archmond also made a big and small negligence...

There is no need to say much about the power of the air explosion technique, but this cruel spell is not without limitations. At least it cannot select opponents with huge size or heavy mass as targets, otherwise the power of the air explosion will not be able to be exerted at all.

This restriction was not originally applicable to Lao Tang.

After all, although the big body of the Taurus clan is burly in the Azeroth mortal race, it is an absolute ant in the eyes of Archmond, who is at least more than 30 meters tall, and he is not a "heavyweight player" in any case.

But the key is that Archmond did not count the two warhammers in Old Tang's hands...

Each Titan Power Warhammer weighs a thousand pounds, and it will weigh one ton together!

It is this one ton weight outside Archmond's calculation that prevents the polluter's air explosion technique from having the due results. The bursting airflow just knocks Lao Tang and the warhammer to a height of two or three meters, and it is unsustainable. The height of two or three meters is not a big deal for Lao Tang... Even if Lao Tang is severely injured, it is the same.

"Hmph!" Looking at the tauren in front of him who was trying to provoke his majesty, he did not fall into meat sauce as he expected. He felt a dull cold snorting from the huge nostrils of the offended polluter. The hideous and terrifying pressure seemed to be like a heavy hammer hitting Lao Tang's mind. At the same time, with a wave of his hand, he used a magic that Lao Tang was familiar with!

"Death is a finger!"

The power of this spell is as simple and clear as its name, and it already belongs to the obscure and profound magic of death...

In an instant, a stream of filthy energy as thick as a wine barrel was sandwiched against a violent arc at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. It was shot towards Lao Tang, who was half kneeling on the ground with a gloomy eyes and vomiting blood!

At a critical moment, Lao Tang, who could no longer dodge, put the warhammer into the magic backpack at his waist, gritted his teeth and replaced it with the magic shield phase barrier given by Kelthas. Lao Tang, who used his anger to stimulate the energy barrier of the shield, almost used the only remaining strength in his severely injured body to press his shoulders on the shield to protect his whole body...

Then, bang!

A deafening sound rang out on the battlefield, and there was a whistle that was mixed with the cracked metal.

Under the smoke, sand and gravel and metal fragments, Lao Tang, who was "resisting stubbornly", was already thrown away by fierce collisions and the airflow that exploded, and along the way, he even bumped into the bodies of countless demons and undead. When the smoke and dust dissipated, the scenes on the battlefield made all the demons roar and cheer that shook the earth.

The phase barrier that once resisted hundreds of necromancers and necromancers' spells was shattered and fragmented in the moment when they collided with Death's finger. The armor on Lao Tang's upper body was shattered, and dozens of metal fragments of large and small were inserted on his chest, and gurgling blood was gushing out of the hideous wound...

Old Tang, who was limping on the ground, was dying!

"Good!"

With a familiar shout and shouting, a hideous axe turned into a blood-red axe shadow all over the sky, instantly stirring the demons and undead around Lao Tang into splattered flesh and bones. Before Lao Tang lost consciousness, a burly orc appeared beside Lao Tang. At the same time, the air was filled with a rich natural aura. Lao Tang, who was in a trance and ignorant state, could vaguely hear the harsh sound that seemed to have been collected from the winch.

It was the sound made when the huge roots of the ancient tree and the tough vines were tightly entangled with each other...

"You... are finally here... next time... can we hurry up... I... are not as good as you think... as you can fight..."

Old Tang, with heavy eyelids, closed his eyes after a bitter smile at the orc who was surrounded by murderous intent and momentum around him.

The roar of fighting and wail of death came from the rear of the demon army, the wind waves played by the dense ancient tree forest, and the annoyed roar of Archmond not far away... This is the last sound that Old Tang heard before he lost consciousness and was unconscious...

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