Цыпленок Лирой

Blessings from Leeroy!

Happens to the best of us.

Follow my lead, and you'll be fine!

Who's ready to raid?

Hang in there, chum.

What's cooking?

Keep away!

How's it going?

You move with skill and grace.

Yikes.

What are you, chicken?

Thank you much.

Sorry about that.

Let's try that again sometime.

Come here, chicken-chicken.

Time's almost up!

Hm…

Puzzling…

Why am I thinking so much?

Getting' low on cards.

All outta cards!

I need a weapon.

Not enough mana.

That one can't attack yet.

I can't attack again.

It's not ready.

My hand's too full.

No space for that.

That one's stealthed. Hmph.

I can't play that.

Can't target that.

Another one's taunting me!

Nope.

I am dressed for battle.

Happy New Year!

Who you calling chicken?

Let's dive into the holidays, chum!

Woah.

Happy New Year!

Woo, it's the Fire Festival! Let's get reckless!

I find myself extra chAARged up today!

Hallow's End won't slow down ol' Leeory!

Go on the count of three: One—Nooooblegarden!

Hey.