Chapter 290

It's like that little blue pill! (Part 1)

Looking at the two crystal porcelain bottles in his hand, Old Tang smacked his lips, but in a daze, a scent of "every drink and one peck is a fixed number, and there is a will in the dark" comes out of his heart...

When Lao Tang collected Manolos's demon blood, he really had no "foresight" purpose. He wanted to collect a little out of his curiosity about the "Ten Quan Da Bu Pills" with serious sequelae. He wanted to collect some, and wait until he had time to find a professional to study it. Even if Lao Tang had a vague premonition in his mind that he would use these filthy and evil blood on this day, he didn't expect that this day would come so quickly...

The dark green blood in the crystal alchemy bottle, which was mucus-like, was still turbid and unclean even under the dawn. When Lao Tang pulled out the bottle plug, a disgusting stench like a rotten egg hit his face.

To be honest... it's disgusting!

"Good! You can't touch this thing!"

Seeing Lao Tang's move of pulling out the bottle plug, Hellscream on the side immediately reached out and yelled at him to dissuade him.

"If you want to drink... I will drink it myself!"

No one in this world has more say about the sequelae of this thing than Hellscream. The huge tyrannical power in the Demon Blood is still the destructive effect of the body. The key is that the tyrannical bloodthirsty factor contained in the blood will affect the temperament and thoughts of the person who drinks the Demon Blood, becoming more cruel and crazy...

After finally killing Manolos and regaining freedom, the hellscream of self-salvation will naturally not watch Lao Tang repeat the same mistake!

"Grom... do we have any other choice?"

Old Tang smiled bitterly, stared at the battle in the distance and murmured: "I only know that if I admit defeat... I am unwilling to give up!"

On the battlefield ahead, the massive demon army of the Burning Legion, under the leadership of the powerful Archmond, shaking the coalition's defense line. Archmond, the polluter who was playing with cats and mice, beat Medivh alone, and the other three had no temper. They suppressed the three masters of Cenarius, Medivh and Illidan who were working together, trying to counterattack and seek the initiative.

"It was me who led the brothers of the Dragon Grim Regiment to participate in this battle! They trusted me without reservation and worshiped me, even if they paid the price of their lives for my orders and decisions, and did not retreat at all... Now that the situation of the coalition forces is in danger, how could I leave them alone and stand by and watch?"

"Take my brothers and comrades back to their parents, wives and children intact... It is my responsibility! For this promise... I don't mind paying any price!"

"I want to fight side by side with my comrades!"

The heartfelt words made Lao Tang feel a little hesitant, and his hesitant mentality gradually became unwavering and no longer wavered. Compared with the success or failure of the coalition forces, whether he would become an "evil turtle man" is really nothing!

With Lao Tang's stubbornness, since he made up his mind, he would not hesitate anymore. After thinking about it, Lao Tang endured the severe pain from his shoulders and found two bottles of indigo potions from his magic backpack around his waist, threw out one bottle and threw it to Hellscream:

"This is a masterpiece of goblins. Although it doesn't taste very good, it is indeed very effective. Those little things extract the blood of the trolls and the magic herbs mixed with herbs to make such a strange indigo potion. The regeneration of wounds is better than that of any priest or shaman."

While speaking, Lao Tang had already raised his neck and poured the regeneration potion into his mouth in one breath.

"You bastard, you actually brought me the goblins' stuff!" The Orc God of War was not a person who looked forward and mother-in-law. Seeing that Lao Tang had made up his mind, he put down his worries and stopped persuading him. He smiled and scolded Lao Tang, and drank all the potions in his hand in one breath.

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Before this, even though he had been urgently treated by his legendary aunt, Magasa* terrifying totem, the elemental power was spread to death and almost wrapped in a bandage into a mummy. However, time was urgent, and with Magasa's power, he could only stabilize his injuries and not continue to worsen.

Old Tang's entire left shoulder was almost crushed by the spell collision, and his entire left arm was hung weakly on the side. The wounds on his body were large and small, with countless deep and shallow wounds, almost all of his collarbone fractured, and most of the ribs on his chest were broken. Logically speaking, such injuries, even with Lao Tang's perverted physical fitness, would be absolutely unsuccessful without one or two months of cultivation.

Now that a bottle of undrinkable regeneration potion was eaten, Lao Tang's whole body suddenly became warm. Lao Tang could even feel the cells in his body split and proliferate wildly, and almost roughly repairing the trauma on his body.

A miracle happened, at least Lao Tang thought so. The Taurus warrior was surprised to find that when he drank the potion, his arms began to automatically connect to his shoulders, and the torn wounds grew automatically. Even the bones that were broken and reconnected together were quickly strengthened. After a moment, he waved his left arm and Lao Tang found that his arms had completely recovered.

Old Tang, whose injuries were mostly repaired, finally stood up from the ground, moved his body in a good spirit, and looked at the demonic blood-dead pig in his hand and joked that he was not afraid of boiling water:

"I'm Ge! I hope you don't get plastic surgery from this thing to become a monster! Otherwise, how can you hook up with a girl!"

Throwing out a bottle of demon blood and throwing it to Hellscream, who was also injured, Old Tang made a toast gesture with an alchemy bottle in his hand, and said with a serious expression:

"Die it if you don't win!"

"Die it if you don't win!"

Hellscream also had a solemn expression and responded loudly.

With a crisp "ding" sound, the two soldiers who clinked the glass had already sipped the demon blood in their hands!

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The earth suddenly bulged with a distance, and a huge pile of mud formed a thick earth wall several meters high and below in front of Medivh, but this did not block the demon's attack at all. It was just a sudden kick, and the tight earth wall, which was two meters thick, was kicked away and cracked. When Archmond kicked the earth wall, four huge water elements had already wrapped around him. The ice arrow shot out of the six or seven meters high water element hit the demon's body, but was blocked and evaporated by the evil flames ignited on the surface of Archmond's body, forming a flood of water vapor...

Medivh had already won enough time, and the last guardian looked at the huge demon rushing towards him, calmly spitting the last part of the spell.

When the last syllable of the spell was chanted from the young mage, a strong wind first received the summons, blowing the demon leader as huge as a mountain to an inch, and then the rain of ice arrows swept over like hail. Even the fire of destruction summoned by Archmond was instantly frozen, and the hell demon roared in pain and anger under the strong wind and ice and snow.

The Guardian's Staff burst out with strong blue light, and the power of the staff once again strengthened the power of the ice storm. The second wave of ice and snow completely buried the demon. The subsequent strong wind swept through the huge ice cone and hit the polluter's huge body.

It’s a pity that Archmond’s strength is far beyond everyone’s imagination. Even if McDivin, who is strong enough to match the demigod, takes all his strength, the sharp and bone-breathing ice cone can only leave impacting blue bruises on his tall and shocking body after breaking through the magic cover of the Polluter’s body protection. Only three or two can pierce Archmond’s skin, causing some inconspicuous trauma and bloody and freezing damage.

Even so, this is a rare damage for the three fierce men who joined forces to siege Archmond...

The twisted roots of the ancient tree once again entangled the legs of the polluter. Taking advantage of the moment when the magic cover on Archmond's body was shattered by Medivh, the flying leaf pine needles in the sky were as tough as iron and as sharp as a knife under the strengthening of natural power. With the guidance of Senarius, swept across the polluter's huge body as mountains as a storm.

Unfortunately, this is meaningless.

With his arms stretched out to protect his face, Archmond still "ravaged" his body with the flying leaves knife and silver needle-like pine needles, cutting out blood marks, and easily withstood the magic attack of Senarius. When a ferocious and scorching flame ignited from the bottom up, the ancient tree roots that were tightly confined to move their bodies and the huge flying leaves storm were instantly lit into a rain of fire in the sky, burning out!

"Run, little bug! Run! Woo haha~~~"

In addition to the tiny incisions on the body, the almost unscathed polluter left a rampant grin on the battlefield. Archmond ignored the "sliding" prophet Medivh, who kept calling for the demigod Senarius who kept casting spells and mobilizing plants to restrain himself.

He stomped on the ground and caused a violent shock to the ground under his feet. Taking advantage of the unstable footing of the Jungle King, he staggered, Archmond had once again used his death finger, and shot out a tyrannical and cold energy beam, which instantly hit Senarius' waist.

Time does not allow the king of the jungle to think meaninglessly, and any hesitation on the battlefield is cruel.

The power of evil completely ignored the meager protection provided by the ancient tree vines, and simply pierced through the protection exerted by Senarius on his body. Even if the power of death cannot be achieved by the demigod, it should not be underestimated. Senarius's buck's body was instantly torn off by the tyrannical energy flow, and the muscles, blood vessels, and internal organs exposed to the air were as if they were burnt, filled with a mouth-watering and disgusting smell of flesh...

"ah!!!"

The pain fell into the bone marrow, and the indescribable severe pain left the Jungle King with a roar of sadness on the battlefield. In an instant, Senarius, who had already shown signs of fatigue and was about to be unable to support it, was severely injured.

"Hmph, I said I would break your neck with my own hands, just like breaking the incompetent old deer!"

Archmond mocked disdainfully, and his huge body had already strode forward and punched the penslid on the ground. Illidan in the air and Medivh, who had dozens of yards away, had no time to rescue!

Senarius is in deep death!

With a loud "boom", the devil's punch that the polluter was determined to win was placed on two hideous giant hammers, and he still couldn't make any effort with the devil's force!

The violent collision stirred up smoke and gravel in the sky, and a rebellious response sounded across the battlefield:

"I also said that I will 'talk' with you, Archmond!"

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