Azeroth’s Death Track

On the Nightwell platform in the deepest part of Suramar City, Tyrion beheaded more than a dozen demon warriors with his hands. The death came so quickly and silently that even a drop of blood did not flow out. It was all over. .

This happened in an instant, and the demons and demon servants on the platform were unable to react for a while.

Chop Suey died so sadly because he didn't know how to assess the situation. Now, I want to warn other irrelevant people!

At this moment, the cold voice of the great lord sounded like thunder:

Dark Blade is doing business! No one else is waiting... Get out!

Accompanied by the sound of death, there is also a death storm covering the entire platform. The black wind of the spiritual world crazily blows everything around, covering all light, making the entire platform feel like night falls at this moment, and once again stepping forward. Tyrion, who stood up, was like a god of death under the night.

Tried to retreat, but was punched by the invisible force of death, Salo Lasi, the daughter of the shadow, let out a scream as she staggered back.

Protect Fraudsters!

The next moment, all the demons moved, and Balnazar swung the Hammer of Khazgoros in his hand. This sacred object was removed from the limiter by the fallen titan Aggramar as early as Argus, allowing demons to use it It, at the moment when the hammer that shone with the power of mountains, rivers and earth was swung, the entire buildings around the Nightwell seemed to be distorted by a pair of invisible hands, and ruthlessly smashed towards the High Lord.

And behind Balnazar, the great magister Elisande, who reacted very quickly, propped up his shield to block the infection of the power of death, and then grabbed the Eye of Aman'Thul from Oreseth's hand. It has been more than 10,000 years to manipulate this holy object, and she is very familiar with how to use this holy object.

boom

The power of the earth evoked by Balnazar was easily shattered by Tyrion's sharp blade, but at the next moment, the power of time from the Eye of Aman'Thul, like the most precise cage, will carry Sword, the great lord who was walking forward was trapped in the flow of time, it seemed to exile the great lord into another dimension, completely cutting off his connection with death at this moment, those gloomy and terrifying phantoms of death, Even the whistling wind from the spiritual world dissipated completely at this moment.

Just like the hellish scene just now, it was just an illusion.

Tyrion's expression was a bit puzzled. He raised his fist, and in the lingering power of death, he slammed into the flow of time, causing waves to appear in the invisible light of time, but he couldn't break it at all. The shackles of time.

hehehe

The great demon turned around, and Kil'jaeden looked at the great lord trapped in time. He glanced at Elisande who was struggling to maintain the time cage with satisfaction, and said:

Good job! I see your value! You have won a bright future for your people.

After finishing speaking, the fraudster held a battle ax covered in fel energy, crossed the crowd, and walked in front of the high lord like a victorious general. Kil'jaeden's eyes shone with undisguised sarcasm:

That's great! Today is my lucky day, and I can solve two big troubles at once! You... Tyrion Dawnblade, you are a good opponent, but unfortunately, I am stronger.

And this tomahawk, it's just for you!

Today, even if you die, you must kneel before me!

The Trickster swung the battle-axe, but at the moment when the battle-axe fell, Tyrion, who was trapped in time, suddenly calmed down strangely. He ignored the falling battle-axe, Then he raised his finger, put it near his mouth, and said to the great devil:

Shh! Don't be so arrogant, all your crazy talk, death...death will hear...

And today, I didn't come here as a soldier...I came here to watch the battle!

Now, allow me to introduce you to an old friend, Kil'jaeden...

He is right behind you!

boom

Like a shock, at the moment when the big devil was about to hurt the killer, a hand wearing a black gauntlet protruded from the air behind the fraudster. The fel energy shield was precisely buckled on Kil'jaeden's waving arm from behind. The next moment, the huge force of death struck, and the sneak attacker behind him threw the unprepared fraudster to the platform. the other side of the

That power is so huge, even though the fraudster quickly maintained his figure in the air, at the moment of falling, he still blasted the white jade platform out of a terrifying depression like a meteor falling to the ground.

In the shock of the entire Nightwell, in the scene where the bricks and stones fell, as if in the doomsday scene, the Scourge Knight of the Dark Blade Legion stepped out from the torn rift in the realm of death.

The cold breath of death wrapped around the tall knight. Under the black helmet dotted with sharp horns, the eyes that were so familiar to Kil'jaeden were now full of indifference and death. ruthless.

The knight held a black cross hammer in his hand, and he stood there, confronting Kil'jaeden. For a while, neither of them made any sound, just like sculptures, but the air on the platform seemed to be because of this. The confrontation between the two big men became stagnant.

They all thought that I came here because of those broken stones!

The Deceiver moved his arms, and the fire of fel energy burned on his body, melting the death frost covered on his skin, and reflected the twisted figure of the Deceiver on the broken platform. He looked at the eyes like death In the silent Velen, in the burning of the terrifying flames, the body of the great demon squatted slightly, just like the battle posture he used to have when he was the highest consul of the eredar. Gleaming with stubbornness and a certain mixed feeling.

He said in a deep voice:

But I'm here for you! I don't allow you to accept this fate that doesn't belong to you! Velen...

I will bring you back to Argus! I will bring you into the destiny I have shaped for you!

The Scourge Knight stood upright. Just like Kil'jaeden, this taciturn knight also clenched the hammer of the cross in his hands and stood the weapon by his side. He replied in a hoarse voice:

This is my destiny, Kil'jaeden.

Here, settle the grievances! I have embraced death, now, it's your turn...

I won't allow it!

In the roar of the fraudster, the scorching and terrifying crimson flames, like an erupting volcano, enveloped the entire platform at that moment, and the temperature quickly rose to a level enough to melt steel. It was the first time that he used his demonic power so recklessly during the 1990s War. In the burning hell, the Deceiver was like the bravest warrior. When the platform of the Nightwell collapsed, he roared and rushed towards Velen.

Raging flames, raging flames were burning, and the power of the great demon was released, making the entire land of Suramar feel like being thrown into a burning hell.

boom

The heavy battle ax and the black cross hammer collided together, the unreserved collision between the fel energy storm that was too powerful and the coldness of death, the burst of energy collided crazily under the manipulation of the two strong men, Annihilation, even between the two's weapons colliding, spawned a dangerous black singularity.

That is a sign that the solid space cannot bear the force and is torn apart.

Walk!

Queen Saloras grabbed her sister's wrist, and disappeared in the frightening battlefield amidst the beating shadows. Elisande and Stargazer also evacuated from this ruined place early, in a corner where no one noticed. Balnazar slashed the chains on Kassanatier's body with a single knife, and quickly disappeared into the depths of the collapsed Nightwell with the weak first lord on his shoulders.

Kil'jaeden has fallen into a death trap, and all pretense is no longer necessary.

But because of the request of the great lord, they have to finish the last scene, adding a dramatic twist to the impending fall of the fraudster.

Those two lunatics didn't want to keep their hands! The end of Suramar is just around the corner!

On the high tower of Elisande, accompanied by the flash of magic, the figures of the great magister and the astrologer appeared on the terrace. The two looked down. Velen began to collapse in the aftermath of the deadly battle, and the dust and debris raised by the moon-white tower that was constantly collapsing was like a tragic thing that could no longer stand in a terrible earthquake.

And that is just a sign of the destruction of Suramar today.

This... This is not the ending Elisande desires. The great magister is vicious and greedy for power and position, but she still has a place for the people in her heart. Seeing that this battle of destruction will spread to the entire city, the great magister's Her complexion became very Yinzen, she turned her head and screamed to the astrologer behind her:

Get the people out before the city collapses! Whatever method you use! Quick!

Astrologist Etraus did not refuse, he turned around and left in a hurry. After a while, the Twilight Lily Guard belonging to the great magister Elisande was dispatched. They were driving magic carpets, or various tools, waving weapons, The civilians who were hiding in their homes were violently driven out, and flocked to the border of the city like a swarm of bees.

Fortunately, the magic barrier used to block the city has long been closed because the energy of the night well was moved to the star gate, which gave the night children in Suramar the last hope.

Like the refugees in the doomsday disaster, they were driven out of the city that was about to be destroyed amidst crying and wailing, and this was not within the plan of the great magister.

Elisande has never been so flustered in the past 10,000 years. She watched the destructive power erupting from the underground nightwell, the green fel energy and pale death, like the destructive Like a storm, bit by bit the gorgeous and majestic city was swallowed into his belly, which made Elisande extremely desperate.

Her manipulation of the future eventually went awry.

This cannot be blamed on her, after all, she is just a mortal.

Standing on the high tower, feeling the whole city trembling in the shadow of destruction, the great magister lowered her head and looked at the Eye of Aman'Thul shining with the light of time in her hand. Her pretty face was cloudy Not sure, but in the end, she gritted her teeth and made up her mind. In the flash of magic, the figure of the great magister disappeared from the tower.

boom

Evil energy entangled Kil'jaeden's demon claws, and the claws shining with strange evil energy slapped Velen's chest fiercely. The space cracks entangled in the claws tore five pieces of armor from the dark scroll Horrific claw marks, the flames of fel energy whizzed around the body of the death knight, and were extinguished by Velen arbitrarily. In the smoke ignited by the extinguished flames, Velen showed no weakness. He ignored the curse imposed by the deceiver , swung the hammer with one hand, and smashed it to Kil'jaeden's head, but was blocked by the battle ax raised by the fraudster.

kuang

The ground under Kil'jaeden's feet suddenly cracked, as if it had been knocked down by a meteorite, and Velen's other fist, the other clenched fist, roared up, and in the beating sonic boom, It smashed hard on Kil'jaeden's cheek, and the violent death force twisted the big devil's entire face, and even scattered the crimson flames on the fraudster's body, and the accompanying terrifying kinetic energy was even more powerful. It was Kil'jaeden's whole body that was thrown out.

In terms of pure strength, the great demon and Velen, who was extremely strengthened by death, were almost evenly matched.

Pooh!

Kil'jaeden, who staggered to the ground, turned his head and spat out a few broken teeth. He touched the blood stain at the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. The smell of blood smelled like sulfur, and the green blood dripped on the armor. All this made Kil'jaeden look so hideous.

On the opposite side of him, Velen, holding a cross-hammer in one hand, took a step forward. Amidst the clashing sound of the black armor, the cold air attached to the Knight of Scourge froze all the scorching heat wherever he went. Even the flame itself dancing in the ruins was frozen in an instant freeze.

One heat and one cold, one life and one death.

These once good brothers have never been so tit for tat in the past.

In the hedging of huge energy, the ground of the entire Suramar City was like a dam washed away by the tide, as if a big bomb had been detonated underground, and the shock wave made the ground of this gorgeous city start to jump, Roll over, then collapse inward.

crash

After realizing that he could not gain the upper hand against the ground, the demon wings on Kil'jaeden's back suddenly opened at this moment. During the flapping of the wings, the Deceiver rushed into the sky like a red shadow. He held an ax in one hand, With one hand open, amidst the roaring green lightning of evil energy, the fragmented space above the darkness of Suramar City was torn open, and dozens of meteorites wrapped in billowing flames fell from the sky, whistling and smashing towards the collapsed place below .

Velen! Let's fight in the doomsday!

The roar of the Trickster echoed in the darkness, and in the ruins of the Nightwell, huge magic power rolled and rose. Velen raised his head, and under the heavy black helmet, the blue eyes danced with deadly killing intent. Unexpectedly, the Scourge Knight flicked his fingers outward, and a cold death ray flew out from his fingertips, annihilating all the falling meteorites.

Facing the invitation to battle of the Deceiver, in the storm of murderous flames and ice, in the almost doomed city of Suramar, Velen's answer was extremely simple.

Let's use blood...

Convey the will of death.