Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 212 13. Demon War. Draenei. Courage [83100]

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The blood-sucking instinct was activated, a huge amount of scorching blood, the dark green magma-like blood was crazily sucked from Aggonar's wound, they seemed to be endowed with their own will, under Tyrion's manipulation , wrapped around his body like a dark green blood dragon.

You bug! My blood... only belongs to me...myself!

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The forcibly condensed flames of fel energy slashed at Tyrion's body like a sharp sword, breaking through the anti-magic shield propped up by the death knight, but failed to hurt him in a real sense.

And that's all Agonar's dying struggles are, and on this battlefield, it's not just an enemy Tyrion faces.

The pain erupting from every part of his body distorted Aggona's charging action in an instant, and the magma that bound Gruul loosened. The dark red light in the eyes of the Goron King who was ignited all over his body became more and more unstable. It roared and threw itself in front of the struggling abyss lord, as ferocious as a raging wild beast that was really enraged.

It clasped tightly on the neck of the abyss lord with its sharp left claw, tore apart the bone plate and skin, tore apart the flesh and blood, and clasped tightly to its bones. Fixing Agona's head on his chest, the next moment, the King of Goron swung the armor-piercing hammer in his right hand, and beat Agona's head fiercely with a crazy posture.

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Demonic blood splattered, and even the bones groaned overwhelmed.

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The fire of soul burning on the head of the abyss lord suddenly went out as if the switch had been turned off.

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The sharp tip of the armor-piercing hammer pierced Agonar's left eye, completely blinding the king of the abyss.

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This blow hit the center of the abyss lord's head, causing his body to twitch nervously with the bombardment.

The pain of blood being sucked, the dizziness of being bombarded in the head, the abundant life is passing away little by little, but Agona can't resist. In Gruul's lethal hammer, Agona's head was smashed into an inverted triangle. It seemed that its struggle became weaker and weaker, and finally, when the controlled fel energy magma flowed back quickly, the life of the king of the abyss also came to an end.

Stop!

Tyrion looked at Gruul, the king of gron, who was crazy, and he shouted in the soul connection:

Stop!

Roar!

Faced with this tough order, Gruul uttered an unwilling roar under the hideous mask, it was out of control! The fierce battle seemed to awaken a part of the soul's memory, and it began to rebel against Tyrion.

This kind of resistance made the death knight frown. He waved his finger, and the scorching blood wrapped around his body was controlled by Tyrion's will, and split into thousands of blood beads like light spots, sticking to the blood from all directions. Gruul's skinny body, penetrated into its blood-drained body, filled every blood vessel, and then flowed rapidly.

The resistance of Gruul's soul continued. Its body was filled with blood again, making its withered and emaciated body full again, but the blood seeped into every bone of it under Tyrion's will. The connection, forcibly seized its ability to move, as if it had been shut down.

What an untamed pet!

Tyrion shook his head. He jumped off Aggona's body and stood on the scorching ground that had receded from the magma lake. He looked at the crushed head of the King of the Abyss. The vitality of this high-level demon was really tenacious. Under the circumstances, I can still hold my breath.

You...you never know...what you're going to face...! I'll...will be back!

Agonar, who had been sucked dry of blood, stared at Tyrion with his only remaining right eye. The latter shrugged, his wrist trembled, and the dark red death grip was activated. The next moment, the huge, still The heart of the beating abyss lord fell into his hands, and the death knight stabbed the magic blade Apocalypse into the beating heart. He looked at the rapidly weakening abyss lord and whispered:

Demons don't get killed outside of the Twisting Nether, but it amazes me that up until this point, you still expected to return to the Twisting Nether and be resurrected?

The death knight let out a chuckle.

Don't be silly, what do you think I'm cooperating with that old fox Medivh to get Apocalypse? Your soul will never go back to the Twisting Void, your devotion will make the greedy Apocalypse obedient again for a while, as for me Facing what... the invincible Kazak? Right, the commander of this invasion?

Tyrion looked at the heart of the abyss lord that cooled rapidly in his hand and became as hard as dark red steel. He said softly:

Go at ease, Agona, your death is just the beginning, just like I prepared a gift for you, I also prepared a gift for Kazak...

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At the moment when Agona's last life left his body, the warlocks who were protecting the legion's portal were also torn apart by the violent Gron, and the uncontrolled magic power became violent. Soon, a sound The explosion that shook the entire peninsula resounded on the battlefield, and the dark green light that jumped above the sky seemed to ignite the entire sky. After the fire dissipated, pale sunlight shone on Thailand along the torn haze. On the ground in front of Ryan.

The rest of the demons fled in all directions, the blood mage manipulated the colossus to continue hunting, and the death knights, led by Luminas, came to Tyrion.

There, Aggonar's body was like a fallen mountain. Tyrion took a dilapidated Darkblade banner from Luminas, who was soaked in blood all over his body. Under the silent gaze of the surviving death knights, The great lord took a step forward, turned around, and put the magic blade in his hand on the corpse at his feet.

He looked at his soldiers, and in the pale sunlight, he raised the black Broken Blade flag high.

There is no cheering, no tears, no prayers of gratitude... just the cold silence and dead silence like the time of punishment. This is the victory of the undead!

The fluttering flag represents the hard-won victory of Dark Blade, and it also represents that the demon vanguard army that invaded Hellfire Peninsula cannot hide...failure!

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Similar to the relationship between Sassovar the Corruptor and the tragic joke lord Vargas, Aggona, the king of the abyss, also has his own lieutenant, the abyss lord named Magtheridon. This guy is the same as Vargas, It is the fifth-level demon commander, which belongs to the weakest level of high-level demons. Its combat effectiveness is a little weaker, but it is obviously enough to deal with miscellaneous soldiers.

While the King of the Abyss swung his army straight to the most important Hellfire Peninsula to the legion, its adjutant Magtheridon also led a demon legion into the swamping Zangar Sea, trying to break through Tyre Dole's defense ended up colliding head-on with the Draenei Legion stationed here, but the battlefield on this side is far less than Hellfire Peninsula in terms of combat intensity and number of participants.

But the Draenei people are still fighting very hard, there is no way, they are not the same as the undead, even after making the decision and will to resist resolutely, every death of a Draenei warrior will make the prophet Velen extremely painful, After endless disasters, the number of surviving tribesmen is too small...

The Prophet stands alone on the top of Teledor. Behind him, the ecological spaceship suspended in the sky belongs to one of the 4 airships that the Draenei survived in the crash 200 years ago. It is quickly gathering Teledor. and the draenei civilians living nearby, and move them to a safe place.

The Grand Vindicator, Maraad, led the draenei warriors who could participate in the battle and the armed civilians to resist the attacks of the demons, but fortunately the Zangar Sea was swamping, and the environment here was very humid, and the demons were good at The effect of the flame magic is suppressed very low, and the bad terrain here cannot allow too many demons to rush over at once, occupying the terrain advantage, and the Draenei warriors can barely resist.

Maraad...

The Prophet looked at the battlefield. In the center of the battlefield, he was wearing a gem-studded red armor, holding a purple crystal heavy hammer wrapped in holy light, and the Grand Vindicator was wearing a conspicuous red cloak. Velen knew that Maraad was not a favorite The showman, wearing that cloak, could become a source of courage and confidence in the eyes of the draenei warriors.

Come on, warriors!

The face of the Grand Vindicator was already covered with blood, he knocked down the roaring destroyer in front of him with a hammer, and scorching holy light gushed out from his feet, covering the surrounding ground with scorching light, just like a real The holy place, the scorching screams of the demons rushing in the floating shadows, making them retreat in horror, Maraad was very tired, but he still brandished his weapon and rushed towards the place of Tyledor. Every position that needs to be defended outside.

Inspired by his selfless bravery, the draenei civilians held weapons and roared to follow behind the red cloak. Wherever Maraad went, they rushed in that direction frantically. The people of ordinary farmers, after their inner courage is inspired, their bravery is outrageous.

Even in Argus...

The Prophet propped up a shield of holy light to protect the evacuated people behind him. He looked at the Grand Vindicator and muttered to himself:

If we were still on Argus, Maraad, there is no doubt that you would be the best successor to the Archon...The real victory is never to live humblely, Maraad, you have taught me. ..the real victory, is...

Prophet! Prophet!

A somewhat immature voice interrupted the prophet's thinking. He lowered his head and saw a little girl in a blue dress timidly clutching her robe. The child who ran over suddenly interrupted the prophet's thinking, and hurried forward to take her away, but was stopped by the prophet's hand.

Velen looked at the child. As a prophet, he could see that there was a faint light and shadow on the child, which he couldn't see clearly, just like the tactile sensation he usually felt when watching the phantom of the future, and the swaying The light represented that the future of the little daughter could not be predicted, which surprised the prophet.

The little girl was holding a dilapidated bear doll in her hand, and her big eyes were full of tears. While sniffling, she said:

Prophet, everyone...everyone...says you are kind, can you help me find my father? I can't find him.

The child seemed to be separated from his family, the prophet thought so, he stretched out his hand and patted the little girl's head, and asked softly:

Of course, what's your name, my boy?

My... my name is... Dornan.

The little girl felt the gentleness in the words of the prophet, and she was encouraged, so she stood beside the prophet, pointed at the outer positions of Teredor, and said in a baby voice:

My father is there. He and Mr. Maraad went to fight demons. Can you help me find him, Lord Prophet?

As soon as the little draenei girl Dornan finished speaking, the huge abyss lord laughed wildly and waved his war halberd, breaking through the defense line of the mechanical guards arbitrarily. Maraad raised his warhammer and rushed towards the abyss lord. The abyss lord looked like a small bug in front of his eyes, but he still didn't retreat, his whole body was wrapped in the brilliance of the holy light, and he fought desperately with the abyss lord.

Behind him, civilian armed soldiers were bathed in the light of the holy light. They roared and rushed forward, but they still couldn't stop the demons pouring out of the gap opened by the abyss lord, and the battle line retreated steadily.

Velen narrowed his eyes, picked up the girl at his feet, and shouted to the Holy Light Chosen behind him:

Escort our people away! I'll come...I'll stop them!

While speaking, a thick layer of holy light barrier shining with golden light shrouded Teredor, blocking the advance of the demons. The prophet took a deep breath, and he handed the little girl in his arms to the back At this moment, Dornan firmly grasped the prophet's robe, screaming:

I won't go! The Prophet will protect me, and I will go find my father with him!

After finishing speaking, Dornan raised his head and looked at the old prophet. There were still tears on her cheeks. She looked at Velen like a kitten and asked in a low voice:

You will protect me, won't you? Prophet?

You, aren't you afraid?

The prophet looked at the demons rushing towards him, and asked softly:

Little Dornan, aren't you afraid of those demons?

The little girl stretched out her head and glanced at the ferocious demon pounced in front of her, the monster wrapped in flames, she quickly retracted her head in fright, but still gritted her teeth and said:

You will protect me, I... I'm not afraid!

The scene where Dornan held on to his courage and was unwilling to leave caused Velen to fall into a strong sense of déjà vu. Ten years ago, in the Temple of Karabor, those people who were protected by him trusted him in the same way, but He failed them in the end.

Yrel...

Velen recited the name silently. He closed his eyes. When those wise eyes opened again, they were filled with a look of determination that hadn't been seen for a long time. He reached out and put Dornan on the ground, patted He patted the little girl on the head, smiled gently and said:

Of course... I will protect you, this is my responsibility, this is also my mission!

Velen turned his head and looked at the demons who were about to surround Teledor. He clenched the staff of the Redeemer tightly in his hand. The prophet looked back. Under the ecological ship, those civilians who had not yet evacuated He has voluntarily taken up arms and is saying goodbye to his children and relatives.

From the eyes of the people, he saw anger, and the suppressed flames danced in the eyes of the fugitives... The draenei have been fleeing for too long, and if they continue to flee, the will of the entire race will be destroyed.

True victory is never about living lingeringly... The real victory is the courage that can inspire the people's hearts...

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The buzzing sound without warning resounded throughout Teredor at this moment, resounding throughout the entire Zangar Marsh, and was forced into a corner by Magtheridon. It looked that behind him, a pillar of holy light piercing the sky and earth illuminated the entire battlefield of Teledor like a raging flame, and the scorching and holy energy swept across the entire battlefield like a storm.

In the golden light curtain, the low-level demons were burned to death, and the high-level demons screamed and fled, and the light gathered on the bodies of every tired warrior, and their broken armor was painted with sacred runes , Endless power and holy light poured into their bodies. In the hottest core of the holy light, the prophet, who was almost completely integrated with the light, held the little girl's hand like the incarnation of the holy light. He raised his hand staff.

A spark of holiness swirls around his body, and then his low, resolute cry:

Draenei warriors! Forward! Fight back! The Light is with you!

I... Velen, I am with you!