Azeroth’s Death Track

When the evil energy was born among the stars is already an untestable history.

It is most likely like the other 5 forces, it was accompanied by the moment of the big bang, when everything erupted from the singularity of matter, it became the basis of this group of stars, but it is different from the other 5 forces However, the evil energy does not spread wantonly in every corner of the stars, it is like some sensitive and gloomy beast, always dormant in its lair.

In the Twisting Nether, it is a place filled with evil energy. In that starry sky where demons were also born, evil energy dominates everything. It is said that in that abyss-like reflection of the stars, there is no other The trail of power, there is only fel energy there!

It is said that when the dark titan Sargeras fell, the arcane power in his body was reversed, and his blood burst out from the wound, and under the influence of the fallen will, all the holy blood was transformed into blood like green magma , the oldest and most insane fel energy injected into his body out of thin air, making Sargeras's power to overwhelm the stars even more frighteningly strengthened.

This is a testament to the destructive power of fel energy, which is quite possibly the most destructive of all the fundamental powers of the stars.

Of course, there is another saying that it is not because the Twisting Nether carries evil energy, but because of the existence of evil energy, there is such a weird place as the Twisting Nether. According to the extended theory of this statement, the Burning Legion has , constantly polluting the world with evil energy, its purpose is not only to destroy civilization, but also to realize the cleansing of the stars by the Dark Titan.

These demons are likely to use evil energy to expand the scope of the twisting void. Only the twisting void can produce demons. The destroyers in the stars are also working hard to make their own civilization full of destruction desires in the stars. In the bones and ashes, become more prosperous.

But no matter what, once the gate of the Twisting Nether is opened, once the ancient primordial evil energy leaks out, it will represent the beginning of a world being corrupted! If left unchecked, this world could become part of the ever-spreading Twisting Nether among the stars...

Won't you stop him?

On the edge of the wilderness of Suramar, the high lord stood on the slanted top of a collapsed clock tower, overlooking the battlefield of Velen and Kil'jaeden. Behind him, the great magister Elisande looked terrified Looking at his hometown, the wilderness of Suramar, which survived the explosion of the Well of Eternity 10,000 years ago, is falling apart under the raging evil energy, and the terrifying process of being completely assimilated by the sprawling evil energy.

She looked at the omnipotent great lord, and she asked:

Are you going to let him pollute the world like this?

Facing Elisande's questioning, the high lord shook his head, a gleam flashed in his icy blue eyes, and he said meaningfully:

The pain this world can bear far exceeds your imagination, Your Excellency Elisande. What's more, this... this should happen. Kil'jaeden is digging his own grave. Why should I stop it?

But your knights are losing ground!

The great magister turned his head to look at the severed rock on the ground, suspended in the air surging with evil energy like a weightless force field, on the catastrophe-like land that had been completely swallowed up by the dark green fel energy magma , the Scourge Knight Velen, who is struggling against Kil'jaeden's shadows, in her eyes, that powerful Death Knight is no match for the Deceiver.

He is completely at a disadvantage!

Retreating steadily?

The great lord curled his lips and said in a low voice:

Why do I see that Velen has already grasped the skirt of the goddess of victory?

Tyrion didn't speak anymore, he was like the best audience, in this big scene of brotherhood, he was looking forward to the turning point that blew the eyeballs, the great magister saw the expression of the great lord, she couldn't Dare to ask more, but raised her head, in the night sky above her head, in the sky filled with evil energy, a black fleet has crossed the barrier of space and appeared above the destroyed Suramar battlefield.

It was the Dark Blade fleet, and they were engaged in a fierce air battle with the Eredar fleet. In the night sky dotted with green fluorescent light, under the direction of Geguang bullets, the metal storms that shot out were like lines of weaving in the air. The ray of light spider web, in the intertwining and tearing of various energy rays, dazzling flames erupted from the energy shields of the battleships on both sides.

The thunderous cannon fire and the flash of death that shone across the sky outlined all of this like the most miserable dream, and on the farther dark sea, the Dead Sea Fleet had already lined up in the icy water. This time the sea demon king did not Instead of disrupting the battlefield in the skies with traditional bombardment, he used the latest weapons.

Those flying torpedoes that are blessed with engineering propellers and equipped with computing cores, the arms dealers in the Black Iron District have named these new weapons guided missiles. In short, this new weapon has features that artillery does not have. Ultra-long range and more terrifying destructive power.

They are like layers of metal cans, placed on the deck of each battleship of the Dead Sea Fleet. With the opening of the top of the cans, those black steel weapons, like enlarged arrows, are placed on the deck of each battleship of the Dead Sea Fleet. In the calibration of the necromancer sailors, in the settings of the death gnome technicians, they each found the target of the bombardment.

Then, between the roars of Dai Lin's order, hundreds of black steel arrows roared, driven by the crimson tail flames, dragging thick white gas like smoke, roaring into the sky above the clouds The battlefield, the scene where these weapons are launched together is gorgeous, just like the lights lit up in the dark, at this moment the night of the endless sea is torn apart, and then in the ominous light, bring destruction and death to yourself enemy.

boom boom boom

On the battleship battlefield above, the Eredar fleet, which was entangled by the Scourge Fleet, was under attack from both sides. In order to strengthen the destructive power, Dai Lin did not disperse the target. Hundreds of missiles only aimed at four ships, and these frenzied goblin engineers The explosive weapons they made showed amazing destructive power in the shooting. Between the sky was covered with flames and the explosion of flames, three of the four ships were screaming in horror from the eredar demons, Lost power, fell to the place of evil energy below while the black smoke rolled.

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A tumbling warship disintegrated in the air. Tens of thousands of burning debris and wreckage flashed across the night sky like a meteor shower, adding a strange splendor to this gloomy doomsday land. Those fragments fell into Velen The battlefield with Kil'jaeden was quickly gasified by the scorching power surging in the air. After Kil'jaeden completely released his power, the Suramar Plain, which began to collapse from the continental shelf, had already become a scorching place. lava hell.

On the shattered earth swallowed by the primordial fel energy of the Twisting Nether, Kil'jaeden's power echoed the fel energy, and he was becoming stronger. The great demon waved his claws and rolled on the ground The evil energy roared into the sky, gathered into the demon claws of evil energy, and smashed towards Velen who was struggling on the ground like a hill.

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The Scourge Knight waved the cross hammer in his hand, and the cold power gushed out, smashing the claws of evil energy in the air, and spreading the scorching liquid hellfire on his body, in less than a tenth of a second. It was extinguished and frozen, Velen's white beard was baked by the scorching flames, and the armor on the Scourge Knight's body was also smashed to pieces, looking very miserable.

In the battle with the Deceiver, he seems to have always been at a disadvantage, which does not seem to match the identity of the second master of the Dark Blade.

But in Valen's blue eyes, a gleam grew stronger.

He perceives the space and energy around him, and the assimilation of the Twisting Nether and this land is almost complete, which means...he can let go and counterattack!

He wanted Kil'jaeden to die here, to die here! And only in the Twisting Nether can demons be truly slain...

Here, Suramar! Here, it has been covered by the twisting void...

Here, will become the burial place of Kil'jaeden's evil soul!

crash

The fel meteorite thrown at Velen by the Trickster was disintegrated by the strange force surging in the darkness before it touched Velen's body. Amidst the flickering of the fel energy, Velen raised his head, and the scorching wind Blowing his scorched beard, on that skinny cheek full of scars, the anticipation and killing light in Velen's eyes finally became undisguised.

A darkness began to emerge from Velen's body. It was not pure death, but another power that Velen had mastered.

Before him was the priest of the Holy Light, and after his death, he was accepted by the shadows, and they did not hesitate to give him real blessings.

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The dark flow of shadows, like a pair of energy armor, shrouded Velen's body. His left fingertips shook, and three shadow balls appeared on his wrist, and began to spin rapidly. In his right hand, the surface of the crossed warhammer was clenched again, and the eerie frost quickly wrapped the weapon, and the necromantic rune was shining on the weapon.

Shadow and death, the two powers Velen mastered merged into his body at this moment, and on his forehead, a dark rune was lit up bit by bit, just like when he was a prophet The same as the seal of the draenei leader that he had at the time.

However, what is suspended above Velen's forehead is a pure black rune, which looks weird, evil, and powerful...

Farther away, the great lord who saw this scene nodded in satisfaction:

Well, the fun has begun!

As soon as Tyrion finished speaking, a shadow storm swept across the entire doomed land of Suramar centered on Velen, blowing between roars, and the bones of the beasts burned by the evil energy were blown under Velen's feet, and In the next second, the storm suddenly intensified dozens of times, and the substantial shadows floating in the air covered the erupting fel volcanoes, like invisible hands, solidifying the gushing magma in an instant.

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Behind Velen, the gate of the dead world burst open, and the roaring power of death gathered on Velen's body. If...if the archlich and Hela could condense their own death like Tyrion Illusions of the world, so how could there be no Velen who is stronger than them?

boom

The unspeakable twisted thing stood behind Velen in the plethora of death-forces, a strange creature like an octopus and a crab mixed with a spider and a worm, its cheeks covered with black eyeballs like worms Like sprawling across the ground, it raised its head and let out a dark roar. On top of its worm-shaped body, shadowy tentacles waving out crazily slapped Kil'jaeden's thousand-soul shield in mid-air.

Every time he lashes out, the energy of the shield made up of a thousand souls will fly away.

Soul...that is the domain of death!

Fall!

Velen, who raised his head in the shadow storm, raised his left hand, and the three shadow orbs fluttering endlessly hit the Deceiver in the air like howling shells. The latter's eyes tightened at this moment, and he roared, wrapping his hands in evil energy Throwing his battle ax out, the battle ax roaring like a fel storm blocked the two Shadow Orbs thrown by Velen. Between the collision and annihilation of forces, the circular shock wave tore the earth again, but the last one The orb still hit Kil'jaeden's shield, and then, like an erupting claw of darkness, completely submerged the shield, assimilated it, and died.

boom

Velen's phantom of the dead world seized the opportunity, and all the tentacles on the body of the roaring shadow beast danced at this moment, piercing into the shadow sparks in the midair, and between a strange roar, the Deceiver was ruthlessly crushed. Hit the ground.

Kil'jaeden was surprised by Velen's sudden burst of power. He didn't expect that his former brother could hide so deeply and hold his breath so calmly. Only then endured and stabbed out the sharpest sword.

boom

The frozen warhammer in Velen's hand smashed fiercely on Kil'jaeden's chest, tearing off the great demon's skin and breaking his breastbone. Kil'jaeden roared and tried to strangle Velen's arm with his claws, But between the beatings of the shadows, the Trickster's claws and the flame ray thrown out unexpectedly caught nothing.

Velen was clearly right in front of his eyes, launching a fatal attack on him, but he couldn't catch him, and he couldn't even fight back!

The shadow... The shadow gave the Scourge Knight a strange power. In the nothingness of the shadow, he maintained two states of existence and illusory at the same time. It was a strange method that even the great lord Tyrion could not crack, let alone this The Trickster, now at a fatal disadvantage, Kil'jaeden is now fighting a void phantom. He cannot harm Velen in his void state, but Velen can hurt him wantonly.

This is the real trump card of the Scourge Knight Velen!

tear up

The Deceiver's left arm was caught by the Scourge Knight. Under Velen's gloomy gaze, Kil'jaeden's arm was torn off from his body. This extreme pain caused the Deceiver to summon the meteorite falling from the sky again, He tried to push Velen back, but behind the Scourge Knight, the twisted beast, the phantom of the dead, used his body to block the rain of meteorites falling from the sky for Velen.

Die, die!

Velen threw aside the warhammer in his hand. He waved his hands and tore apart the flesh and blood of the fraudster, just like a crazy barbarian. In this way, he wanted to comfort the pain in his heart. Vicious schemes, and the tragic death of the people among the stars, Argus! his homeland!

all of these!

It's all today, give it all back!

ah!

The fraudster was pressed to the ground by Velen, and he slammed down the cold and dark heavy fists, the pain of death added to the body, the shadow of death laughing wildly, he was going to die! He is going to die! !

Help!

The roar of the Deceiver echoed on the plain. At the edge of the battlefield, Balnazzar, Tichondrius, and the Eredar twins who had just arrived here heard the call, and they flew against the terrible shadow Storm rushed to the center of the battlefield. Seeing the Trickster being pinned to the ground and beaten by the Scourge Knight, the Dreadlord Balnazar was the first to stand up.

The dreadlord, with the Hammer of Khaz'goroth in his hand, called out to the Trickster:

I'll help you! Kil'jaeden, catch this!

After finishing speaking, Balnazar made a throwing motion, but the moment he got up, he seemed to be unable to grasp the direction, and let the stone hammer shining with the power of the earth hit Velen straight, Then it was easily picked up by the Scourge Knight.

That action didn't seem to be helping a fraudster at all, but it seemed to be helping Velen.

This scene not only dumbfounded the three demons behind him, but also dumbfounded Kil'jaeden who raised his only remaining claw hopefully. Velen with the hammer also stopped attacking.

Everyone was looking at Bannazar, and the dreaded demon touched his devil horns in embarrassment. He shrugged, and said in a dry voice without any sincerity:

Oops, I'm sorry...

Hand slipped...