Azeroth’s Death Track

Regardless of whether Balnazar really slipped his hand or not.

Or is it that the Dreadlord did it on purpose, but the Hammer of Khazgoros, whose limiter was opened by Aggramar, finally fell into the hands of Velen. Velen, who had the upper hand, had a fierce light in his eyes. He took advantage of the situation and raised the holy hammer in his hand. Under the call of the power of death, the holy hammer of the creation was activated.

Amidst the blue power of the titan, the stone hammer of the power of the earth awakens the power of the land of Suramar.

If this land, shattered by the fel power summoned by the Deceiver, had a consciousness of its own, it must be extremely angry now, eager for ultimate revenge.

The moment Velen raised the hammer, every inch of the broken Suramar Plain roared, those broken rocks, the land polluted by fel energy, the mud, the evaporated lakes and rivers, Those completely crushed buildings, everything on this land is responding to Velen's call, and the power of Khazgoroth's hammer is released to the maximum.

Boom, boom

Just like a gigantic dragon of mud, rolling under this broken and desolate land, it can be clearly seen in the sky that this broken land that is sliding into the sea seems to be truly awakened, Countless rocks and soil were reorganized. In the night of evil energy, the earth roared and bulged, and the dark green magma was scattered into the air. Four giant, mountain-like rock fists broke through the earth. towering around Er'jadan.

tear up

A pale bolt of lightning streaks across the night sky, illuminating the final scene of the two brothers' final end, like the final chapter of a moral tale rife with tragedy and pain.

The Scourge Knight roared and smashed down with a hammer, the surging death force bombarded Kil'jaeden's body, spurting out the blood from the great demon, and with Velen's movements, the four giant rock fists also acted as if they were real. It was like a scene in a fairy tale. In the rock vibration like a mountain collapse, the giant rock fist slammed into Kil'jaeden's body four times in a row. .

This is the anger and revenge from this land. The earth will not howl, but at this moment, the power it is endowed with is enough to send Kil'jaeden into hell.

No!

The fraudster was blasted under the ground by these continuous heavy blows. During the collapse of the cold rock, his body became fragmented, and all the bones in his body seemed to be broken. He was so miserable. Lying in a hollow sunken into the earth, it was like, like a poor man who was dying of a serious injury and was buried in a grave at this moment.

There were wounds all over his body, and the dirty blood from his body was constantly flowing out, dyeing the rocks pressing on him a strange green, and the land of Suramar was exhausting all its power, After his own revenge fell on the body of the great demon, these rocks also lost their life.

The land of the Suramar Plain can no longer be healed. This land has been polluted by the original evil energy summoned by the great demon, and it has been destroyed to the level of the continental shelf. The attack just now is its last struggle.

Now, it's time to die.

boom

A slight and muffled sound came from the ruins at the great lord's feet, like the last sign of the end. Tyrion squatted down, stretched out his hand, and stroked the dead earth under his feet. He said softly:

Go, go...your mission is done.

boom

A crack broke out from the ground touched by the great lord's fingers, like a collapsed node, the black crack was like a spider web, moving crazily in all directions, spreading across the entire plain in a few minutes, Its fulcrum to the continental shelf of the Broken Isles has crumbled, like mountains along their slopes, slowly sinking into the sea.

The cold and dark seabed is the best destination for this tortured land, and everything tonight will be hidden in the waves of the sea, and no one will know the secrets in this dark night.

Velen, who had faded away from the shadows and phantoms of death, stood alone on the edge of the depression in front of him. He looked at Kil'jaeden the Deceiver lying in the pit with the deadly eyes that a dead spirit should have.

Even the extremely powerful big demon, after suffering the terrible blow of the fusion of death and the power of the titan just now, it is impossible to be unscathed.

The fraudster's originally incomparably strong fire of life has come to an end at this moment, just like a flickering candle in the wind. On his distorted cheeks covered with scars, there has been a surge of evil energy. It was as if scorching evil energy was flowing under his skin, rolling out an ominous light along those scars.

It was because the evil energy sensed that Kil'jaeden's death was approaching, and began to take the initiative to repair the serious injuries for the great demon.

One of Kil'jaeden's eyes was already blind, which was the mark of being stabbed by the sharp thorn of the earth, and the black demon horn on top of his head was also broken from metal, which was broken by Velen's fist.

His wings were long gone, which Velen tore off.

He only had one arm left, and the other arm was also laid out beside him in a weird twisted posture.

His legs were broken by the revenge of the earth. It is hard to say whether the blow of the rock just now has the power of the world spirit from this world. It was still unable to create such a terrifying power, that is to say, Elune, the sleeping protoss, also revenged these damned demons a little.

He is dying... He is only one step away from death.

Velen stared at the dying great demon in front of him, and Kil'jaeden was also staring at Velen. The doomsday scene where the land of Suramar slowly slipped into the sea didn't seem to affect the twisted and weird feelings between them. The last release, they were brothers, even closer than brothers, like two sides of one body, they once ruled Argus together, and the two joined forces to push their civilization into the stars.

At that time, they were out-and-out great men, worshiped and followed by the creatures of the entire civilization.

But like a bad joke of fate, the two brothers who were once as close as one finally took different paths.

I...I wanted to save Argus.

The fraudster coughed with difficulty, he could also feel that his own death was coming, he could no longer control the surge of evil energy in his body, but maybe it was a person who was about to die, and his words were good, at the end of this life, those He wanted to say all the words hidden in his soul for more than 20,000 years.

I don't believe... anyone can stand against Sargeras, Archimonde, that bastard...his mad desire for power, but I...I want to save our world and our people, I obey him, just Because I want it this way...to save those behind us...

But your betrayal, your departure... makes me desperate and painful! Velen!

Hot blood spewed out of the fraudster's mouth, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter. He stared at the expressionless Velen:

When I made that painful decision, I longed... I longed for you to be by my side like before, to bear the pressure with me, to shoulder the heavy fate with me, I need you! Our world, our people, have never needed you more urgently! Even after falling into fel energy, we still need a wise man to lead us!

But you...you abandoned all of this for your holy light! I hate you! Throw us in that world...alone to die!

Kil'jaeden's expression was distorted, as if telling the unknown pain and sorrow of this famous fraudster. Everyone thinks that they are strong enough, and every hero thinks that they are enough to save the world alone, but they No, in the face of the pain of having no place to rest, you always need other people's resolution and companionship. This is the meaning of friends and brothers.

And on the day Argus fell, Kil'jaeden abandoned his glory and lost his friends.

Under the double blow, his originally proud soul fell into the abyss.

I dedicated Argus to Sargeras. I watched our world be covered in flames and burn. I watched it die tragically! I forged the past time and hatred into strength, and all of this is because of . ..”

I hate you!!!

The out-of-control fel energy swayed with dangerous light, and green fluorescent lights danced on the Trickster's remnant body. The energy he summoned from the depths of the Twisting Nether lingered in his body, like a water bag that had been filled with water , it only needs to be gently squeezed, and it will explode completely.

And the power of the great demon plus the gathering of these dangerous energies is enough to destroy the entire Broken Islands, and even blast a second vortex directly in the endless sea.

boom

Velen jumped into Kil'jaeden's tomb. He half-kneeled beside the Trickster's body, ignoring the dangerous energies. He looked at his former brother, and there was a trace of emotion in his blue eyes. surging.

Velen reached out, as if to caress Kil'jaeden's bruised face, and the Trickster closed his eyes for a moment, his sobs choking.

It was hard to imagine that the demon king who had destroyed most of the stars would show such a fragile side, but at the end of his life, he no longer wanted to continue wearing the mask of the Deceiver.

I... have been jealous of you... Velen.

Your talent...your faith...your foresight...

I never believed that anyone could stand against Sargeras...Maybe, you can prove me wrong.

This final blessing made the light in Velen's eyes become gentle, but the next moment, the moment the fraudster opened his eyes, the cross hammer in Velen's hand was raised again, and under the illumination of the dark light, the Scourge Knight All the warmth on the face suddenly dissipated at this moment.

The favor has been paid, the debt has been paid...

Go, my brother, I will see you...

The soul returns to hell!

boom

The heavy and cold warhammer hit Kil'jaeden on the cheek, shock, despair, pain and other lights flashed in the fraudster's one eye, but that was not enough to bring Velen back from the abyss of death. In order to destroy him, Vilen Lun has fallen into the abyss and can no longer extricate himself.

boom

The head of the fraudster was smashed by the hammer and his brains were cracked, and the light in the only remaining eye slowly dissipated. In the last time of his life, he still failed to give his brother real freedom.

Velen doesn't need freedom anymore, he's already on another...dark path.

boom

The green blood, the red brains, and the pale lightning that shone in the darkness made the figure of Velen, who raised his hammer and bombarded him so ferocious, just tonight... the grievances are over.

In the big devil's one eye, the last ray of light also dimmed.

Like a whisper in sleep...

In the end...but still, alone...alone...

Boom

In the end, the land of Suramar could no longer bear this kind of tragedy of brotherhood, and the out-of-control evil energy in the Trickster's body, like a round of dark green sun, finally erupted, amidst the roar of the doomsday scene , the earth, entangled by fel magma and shadow storms, and shattered, is like mud and rocks enclosing all the dark endings, rolling and sliding down the mountain wall, and falling into the cold and roaring endless sea .

After tonight there is nothing left, Suramar.

The tumbling tide slapped on the broken ground, extinguishing the scorching magma. While the high-temperature steam was escaping, the ruins of Suramar City were also dumped into the black turbid flow. This scene shocked Those observers, from Highmountain, from Stormheim, all observers from Val'sharah, in the dark night, under the battlefield of the Star Wars that day, these mortals' hands and feet were cold.

They didn't know that the only remaining great demon of the Burning Legion had died here, but they clearly saw the sinking of the entire Suramar.

This seems to be showing them a terrible prophecy.

The 20 years of world turmoil have not yet ended, and a more terrifying era has already spread its wings and swooped towards them in that malicious neighing.

In the mud of the Delta River State where Azsuna and Suramar meet, the high lord leaned on the dark war sword and waited in the beach where the moon shadow fluttered. Behind him, in the icy sea water, the figure of Velen Walking out of the sea step by step, in his left hand he held a skull whose original appearance could no longer be seen, while in his right hand he held a twisted battle axe.

It was a weapon made by Kil'jaeden to slaughter the undead, and in the hands of Velen, it was promoted to a higher level.

It's like a... undead scythe dotted with skulls.

he died?

In the darkness covering his figure, Tyrion asked in a low voice, while Velen nodded and shook his head again:

The Trickster is buried in the depths of the sea, but part of his soul... has escaped.

This news did not surprise the high lord, he shrugged:

If he's not even that prepared, it's really disappointing me...

But don't worry, I can probably guess where our Kil'jaeden sent himself... Hehe, but there is no hope there, there is only double, or even triple... .”

despair!