Azeroth’s Death Track

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At the moment of energy coupling of the stargate connected to Argus, the energy from the distant planet was like a tumbling tide, hitting the huge Nightwell platform fiercely.

More than 10,000 years ago, the white jade-like platform made of the strongest and strongest materials by the most powerful arcanists in the Elven Empire withstood the impact of this huge force, and it sent out an overwhelming sound. The sound of breaking, the sculptures and walls that existed as decorations in the outermost ring collapsed, and then they were caught in the energy storm intertwined with purple magic power and green evil energy in front of them, and were crushed to powder in an instant.

Balnazar, Tichondrius, the Eredar Twins, the Spider Queen Tyranna, and the ruler of Suramar, the Grand Magister Elisande, and the Astromancer Atraeus, who are loyal to the fraud The entourage of the warrior stood in front of the energy storm. These were the real strong men, and their strength was enough to ensure that they would not be drawn into the destructive storm.

Seriously wounded to the point of death, Kassanatier, who was still chained up, was thrown on the ground, like a hero at the end of the road.

They were all waiting, waiting for the arrival of the arch-demon they swore allegiance to.

This is a welcome ceremony.

They want to hand over the dominion of the entire Azeroth to the coming fraudster Kil'jaeden, and behind them in the city of Suramar, the demons fighting among themselves have set the city on fire, and the innocent nightborne civilians He hid at home shivering, lest this crazy war would harm Chi Yu.

And farther away, in the night sky farther away, the Eredar fleet is moored above the city of Suramar, and other demon fleets are under the orders of the commanders, sailing to all over the world, only waiting for the order of the fraudster, This damn world, which survived two destructions, would be doomed.

And among the stars beyond the reach of the eyes, outside the planet Azeroth, there is a larger demon fleet waiting for orders...

No matter how you look at it, this time, Azeroth seems to be doomed.

he came!

Queen Saloras, who had been paying attention to the energy storm in front of her, said, in the purple and green storm that was intertwined with annihilation and damage in front of everyone's eyes, in the opened star gate, a tall, winged The figure stepped out step by step in the floating and shining light.

The destructive energy flames slapped on his body, but they could only burn outside his skin, and could not destroy his tyrannical body at all. That kind of pace, step by step forward, every step would increase the pressure of everyone in front of him. , as if what they were facing was not a demon, but the physical incarnation of destruction.

The demon warriors holding weapons followed the tall figure and stepped out of the energy vortex. It was the majesty of the great demon, and the majesty of the demon king.

Kil'jaeden stepped out of the storm of energy, his dark red body wearing a set of armor embellished with skull and metal, his demon wings gathered behind his back, and on his eredar demon-like cheeks, emerged A cold, controlled light, his two tentacles drooping below his cheeks, embellished with golden rings, his tail flicking in the air, flicking the air behind him Wipe the fire.

The cheater's eyes are full of arrogance and indifference.

He should have such pride and indifference, he is the king of demons, he commands the entire Burning Legion, his roar is enough to make the stars tremble, and his will is enough to make the sun go out.

The world should tremble before him, it should tremble because, destruction, has come!

Welcome, fraudster!

The Eredar twins stepped forward, the Deceiver's most trusted subordinate kneeling on the shattered platform, the Shadow Maiden holding a pristine pale shield in her hands, the shield of Aggramar beating dark and cold radiance, while her younger sister, Aureses, held a crystal gem like an eye.

It was a blue gem, and there was a mysterious Titan rune floating on it between the circles. Every minute and every second, the luster of the rune would dissipate, and then recover in the flow of time, just get close to it , will feel the clear touch of the flow of time, Aureses is holding the last Pillar of Creation, she cannot use it as a demon, but the power acts on the fingers of the Fire Lady, causing her fingers to change with.

One moment it was a complete finger, the next moment, all the flesh and blood on that finger will wither and turn into white bones, and the bones will also be annihilated in time, turning into ashes, floating in the wind, and then reverse the process, Let the lost fingers come back again.

No pain, as if it were all an illusion, but that's not...

That's real time aberration.

This crystal gem is a condensed power from Aman'Thul, the king of the pantheon, and it can control the flow of time.

Eye of Aman'Thul!

very good!

The Trickster's fingers touched the crystal, he felt the shocking energy beating on the gem, but instead of pocketing it, he turned his head to look at the others.

Under the gaze of Kil'jaeden, Balnazar took a step forward and knelt on the ground with one knee. He held a pure white crystal in his hand. It didn't seem to have any special effect, but it was Ai. The Tear of Elune, the creation treasure conceived by the world spirit of Xerath.

In Tichondrius's hand, he held the Hammer of Kazgros, which was first discovered, the Holy Hammer of Creation that could manipulate the power of the earth.

The spider queen Tyranna, who made a big mistake, was a little afraid of Kil'jaeden's gaze, but she also held two broken blue stones in her hands, which were the creations of Gognas the Wrath Drinker. , the tidal stone, a sacred object that can manipulate the sea and the sky.

The demons dedicated the five pillars of creation to the Deceiver, which represented that the Dark Titan's expectations were finally fulfilled, and that the Deceiver no longer needed to worry about the reprimand from the Dark Titan.

This brightened Kil'jaeden's mood.

A smile finally appeared on the big devil's cold face.

The ruler of Suramar City, the great magister Elisande smiled at the sight of this indescribably powerful demon king. This politician, who is very good at observing words and expressions, took this opportunity to take a step forward. Wearing a magic high crown, the very well-dressed and graceful Highborne stretched out her hands, and amidst the surge of magic power, a slightly weird battle ax appeared in her hands.

It was a battle ax made of white bones, which seemed to be completely composed of bones. The blade of the white bones was dotted with the skulls of demons, and the red runes added a bit of ferocity and murderousness to this cold and evil weapon. .

Great and noble demon king.

The great magister said respectfully:

This is your weapon. When Ms. Olysses brought it back, it was damaged. We repaired and strengthened it with magic, and aroused its new form. I hope, this can become the weapon of the entire Sura. The proof of the obedience and obedience of Ma and the Nightborne Elves to you and the Burning Legion, we return it to you, and we dedicate our loyalty to you.

Oh, the Maw of the Damned.

The Trickster looked at the bone battle axe. He stretched out his demonic claws and stroked the evil weapon that had transformed into a more powerful posture. He didn't show any emotion for Elisande's obedience.

This is normal. Kil'jaeden has destroyed countless civilizations, and has also accepted the surrender of countless civilizations. Just the begging of a weak race in the world of Azeroth is not enough to cause him any psychological fluctuations.

Kil'jaeden's eyes fell on Kassanatyr the Tranquil who was tied up and thrown on the ground. The seriously injured and dying Dreadlord was staring at him with a vicious gaze, as if Like provocation.

Kil'jaeden let out a chuckle. He grabbed the bone battle ax in Elisande's hand. He moved his neck and shoulders, and his recurved legs stepped forward. In the end, the great demon holding the battle ax When he came to the defeated Casanatir, he looked down at the loser and asked:

Tell me, Cassanatier, when you bastard was trying to overthrow my throne, did you ever think that you would fall into this situation?

Stop showing off! Kil'jaeden!

Even after falling into this field, Casanatiel didn't show any expression of fear. He was lying in a pool of his own blood, with a look of disdain on his blood-stained pale face, just Like a tiger that fell into the sea, even when it was about to be drowned, it still stubbornly retained its pride. He said in a gloomy voice:

You're just lucky!

The first lord of Nathrezim flicked behind the Deceiver. He stared at Balnazzar and Tichondrius with almost murderous eyes. He shouted:

I don't know people! I'm blind and let me fall into this field, but you don't want me to submit, kill me now! Kil'jaeden...

Isn't it easy to want to die?

A fierce light flashed in the eyes of the Deceiver, his devil claws were beating on the surface of the cursed throat, he looked at the defeated dog in front of him, and he snorted:

But I will not let you die so easily! Kassanatier, your pitiful failure will be the best proof of my strength, and the destruction of Azeroth carried out by me will make me Your throne is more secure!

I will embed your head on the top of the throne. Every day, your miserable howling will remind those dishonest bastards what will happen if they dare to betray me!

The Deceiver raised the bone battle ax with one hand, and the big demon's arm was wrapped with fel energy like a stream of water, wrapping around the battle ax in his hand, making the battle ax even more lethal.

The Burning Crusade is coming to an end, and the defeat of Azeroth will be the perfect end to Sargeras' journey, and the wail you uttered together with this world is the best spoils I will reap! You let This is the end of the loathsome life, Casanatiel, you lose...

I won!

wow

The whistling battle ax fell, and the sound of splitting the air made all the demons' necks shudder, but just when the ax was about to cut off Kassanatier's head, accompanied by a sudden cold wind, a slightly gloomy, However, some voices of joy sounded from the deepest platform in Suramar City.

It appeared so abruptly... The battle ax that the fraudster swung down stopped in the air at this moment, less than 10 centimeters away from Kasanatil's head.

Yo, is there a welcome party here?

In the opening of the dark blue rift in the realm of death, Tyrion, the great lord wearing dark dragon armor and holding a black epee, strolled out. In the mighty spread, all the energy storms dancing around the Nightwell were frozen at this moment, and even the star gate leading to Argus was completely closed by that cold force at this moment.

The way home...is blocked!

And under the spiked crown, in the ice-blue eyes of the high lord, there is undisguised joy floating.

Why didn't you call me?

The epee in Tyrion's hand touched the Nightwell platform and made a low sound. The death lord looked at the back of the fraudster and said:

Although this is our first meeting, but believe me, Lord Kil'jaeden, you and I are old friends who have been friends for a long time...

You came to my world in such a hurry, as the host, how could I not attend this welcome ceremony?

ah!

The appearance of the spoiler made the demon warriors who guarded the Nightwell and came to Azeroth with the Trickster feel threatened. These brave and brutal high-level demons raised their weapons at the same time and rushed towards the high lord. past.

But at the next moment, dozens of gods of death holding black scythes flew out from the shadow behind the great lord. As the gods of death flew all over the sky, the scythes that went straight into the soul frantically swept across those high-ranking demons body, split their souls, and took them away. The strong negative energy froze their bodies, completely freezing them on this platform.

In just a split second, the dozen or so demon warriors who rushed towards the High Lord fell silently to the ground. The anger and ferocious light still remained in their eyes, but their chaotic and pathetic fire of life , but has been suddenly extinguished.

Interrupt other people's speech at random and ruin my grand debut!

The Grand Lord's complexion became gloomy:

How rude!

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