Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 221 22. Demon War. Light of Victory 【92100】

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From the sky of Hellfire Peninsula, strange-smelling rain fell, with an unpleasant smell. It was the seawater evaporated by the three launches of Rukhmar's Breath, which condensed in the sky of Hellfire Peninsula, and it rained heavily.

Countless raindrops slapped frantically on the land in the north of the Hellfire Peninsula, which was already full of desolation. The rain fell on the ground that had completely turned into a desert, but was sucked dry in an instant. This thirsty land is like those dry land. Thirsty and desperate like a demon, breathing desperately, shouting, and fighting.

A golden flash suddenly lit up in mid-air, like a sharp knife drawn out of its sheath.

Whoosh...

The huge dark red monster fell from the sky, spinning in the air, and even made a low whistling sound. It seemed to be a living thing, its ferocious face was stained with green blood, and only the left half of its mighty wings remained. The right half was torn off by some kind of spell.

boom

It slammed into the severely deserted ground of Aggona's Pond fiercely and embarrassedly. While dizzy, it used the broken sword hilt to prop up its body, but its left leg had completely disappeared from the knee down. The scorching flames of the holy light wrapped around the wound, and between the collision with the thick evil energy in the body, sparks of energy splashed in all directions.

The huge death ravens roared on this battlefield. They opened their mouths, and the strange sound ray pierced into the demon group flying in the air, knocking them dizzy. Then swing the sharp wing blades, just like the air knights criss-crossing in the air, fighting bayonets at the shortest distance, often the frosty storm flashes past, and both sides will sparsely fall many soldiers who lost their lives.

The same is true for the war on the ground. Under the attack of the fast-coming draenei's magic ship, the semi-permanent portal of Kil'jaeden's throne has been forced to close. The demons, like their predecessors, fell into the endless struggle with the undead, and this time the situation was even worse, because at the beginning of the battle, the undead side released the unstoppable colossus of the undead.

On the northernmost seashore of the battlefield, the cold and fishy rain slapped the body of the doom lord wantonly, and was quickly evaporated by the scorching heat. Layers of white smoke entangled Kazak's body. Zhang Zhang's chest and abdomen, the wound pierced by the scorching sun rays has been carbonized, and even the flesh and blood of the bones can be seen from the wound. Absolutely seriously injured.

And when the huge and dangerous doomsday lord leaned on the weathered rocks and staggered to prop up his body, those chasers with killing intent and hatred also fell from the sky one by one, like a ring Like a surrounding net, it was trapped on this barren beach.

Perhaps here... will be its death.

The death knight Tyrion holding a magic blade, the draenei prophet Velen who is wrapped in holy light, two imposing orc death lords, and two death warriors aiming at a little distance with war bows The lord, and finally two blood mages who wield strange magic.

Looking at his opponents, the Lord of Doom snorted disdainfully. Normally, each of these guys would be easily defeated by him, that is, Prophet Velen was a bit more difficult to deal with. Dirty wild dogs as prey.

What a sarcasm!

Kazak's voice sounded, and the rage hidden in it was easily reminiscent of a burning flame. It turned its head and looked at the pursuers around it, and said in a vicious voice:

I didn't expect that I would be forced to this extent by a group of lowly rats on this day.

It clenched its claws tightly, a mass of dark green evil fire blazed in its palm, and then quickly wrapped around its body, making it look like a burning torch.

The weakness of the Burning Legion, which relies heavily on portal warfare, is so obvious...

Tyrion waved the magic blade in his hand, wisps of sharp black light blades swayed in the air, maybe he felt that another powerful soul was about to be captured, this unruly magic blade was very powerful at this moment. He is docile, and will even take the initiative to lend his power to Tyrion. Obviously, it is very eager for the demon soul in front of him, extremely, very eager!

What I'm more curious about is why no world can grasp this fatal weakness in your invasion.

The death knight looked at the seriously injured doomsday lord, and he asked softly:

I thought that 10,000 years ago, the failure you encountered in Azeroth would wake you up, but I didn't expect that after 10,000 years, the demons are still playing the old trick... There is no portal, the terrible burning Legion is nothing more than that...

Humble mouse! How dare you despise the Legion!

Kazak roared and took a step forward, the energy blade extending from the broken blade in his hand slashed at Tyrion fiercely, like an irresistible blow from a giant, but at the moment the blade fell , the Great Lord Dark Blade clenched his left hand, as if he was holding something. At the moment when the five fingers suddenly closed, shocking dark green blood spewed out from Kazak's body wrapped in flames .

The pain of blood sucking made the Doom Lord's attacking action go out of shape in an instant, and at the moment when its war blade slashed Tyrion, Glokush and Safarur jumped from the ground at the same time. Suddenly, the former's battle ax slashed fiercely at the arm of the Doom Lord with a whistling dark red halo, while the latter's battle ax was even more deadly, heading straight for the Doom Lord's neck.

Puff

With two muffled bangs, Kazak's body was severely injured again. In this cold threat, it frantically waved the sharp blade in its hand, and the dangerous magic was thrown out in all directions like a pouring barrage.

The halo of flames and burning magic power seem to be very powerful, and each shot can easily annihilate a best fighter, but on Tyrion's side, there is the most legendary priest under this starry sky, the prophet Velen Under the protection of the holy light, the death knights don't need to worry about the dangerous magic falling from the sky. Although the holy light will burn their bodies, compared with victory, this is a completely bearable pain and price.

puff

Under the joint attack of the two orcs, Kazak's left claw was cut off cruelly, and the sharp, frosty bone arrows pierced its chest and skull one by one. This kind of humiliation caused the doomsday lord to howl in desperation and burst out a storm of fel energy that swallowed everything. The orcs retreated rapidly, while Tyrion stepped forward by mistake.

The dark red death energy exploded around his body, and turned into huge black wings in the air. When they spread suddenly, they were like the thickest shield, blocking all the fel energy storm pouring out of Kazak.

At the moment when the dark green flame slowed down, the sharp blade broke through the barrier of the flame, and between the flapping of the black wings remaining on the death knight's back, the doom lord was overturned on the ground, just like the collapse of a mountain. In the defense of Zac's crossed arms, Tyrion, who was stepping on its chest, held the epee with both hands behind his back, and pierced the magic sword into its heart in a precise and cruel way.

puff

The hottest demonic blood was flying everywhere. After the heart was pierced, the essence of the doom lord's demonic blood wrapped Tyrion's whole body, and that explosive liquid splashed on the death knight's body, His armor melted like magma, and his skin, like throwing Tyrion into boiling water, turned dark red from the heat.

The death knight endured the pain, and while the scarlet eyes were shining, he pulled out a larger amount of magic blood essence from Kazak's body. This deadly threat made Kazak's resistance even more intense. Throwing away the melted hilt in his hand, he swung his claws, and in the final surge of brute force, Tyrion, who was sucking blood, was thrown away with one claw.

It stood up staggeringly, the most vicious light shone in those devil eyes, it opened its arms, and the only remaining right wing was also opened, and the manic fel magic power was rolled up in its body, expanding rapidly, desperately swell.

I may die here! I will fail, but the Legion will not!

Come to hell with me!

A huge amount of evil energy was extracted from the void and poured into the body of the doomsday lord. Like a balloon, Kazak's body was expanding rapidly. It was going to use a fierce self-destruct to take away own life and that of the enemy.

I will never forget everything you did on Argus 25,000 years ago!

A roar sounded in front of Kazak, and the prophet Velen's eyes shone with rare anger. Facing the frenzied fel energy storm, he took a step forward, and his white beard and robes were blown away by the scorching power. , the Prophet held the staff in his hands and hit the ground fiercely. He stared at Kazak, and he shouted loudly:

Today, you should atone for my world!

Holy Light! Help me!

Swish Swish Swish Swish

The power of the Prophet was fully activated, and the heavenly and earth-penetrating holy light enveloped him in extremely dazzling light, just like the reappearance of the scene in Teledor, Velen's body evolved into the incarnation of the holy light, The golden light wrapped around his body, and the moment Velen swung his left hand, the heavy, substantial chains of holy light broke through the space and tightly wrapped around Kazak's swollen body.

This is the most powerful spell of confinement of the Holy Light that Velen can release. Under the effect of this spell, the link between Kazak and the fel energy was forcibly cut off, and its desperate self-destruct attack was also forcibly interrupted.

whoosh whoosh

Two bone arrows entwined with dark red light streaked across the sky, one left and one right, and pierced Kazak's eyes precisely. Amid the howls of the doom lords, all the death lords who could still move were like hungry wolves Usually, he rushed towards the enemy in front of him.

The demonic sword inserted in the chest of the doomsday lord was pulled out by its owner. In the double burning of holy light and fel energy, Tyrion, with red eyes, swung his left hand, and the grip of death was clasped in Kazak's demonic arm. The death knight held the magic blade with both hands and poured all the strength of his body into this killing blow.

The thick death energy in Tyrion's body was absorbed at this moment, entangled on the edge of the magic blade, forming a dark red twisted light blade that kept coming and going. He was suspended in the air, and his long gray hair danced wantonly. A blade of light slashed across Kazak's neck without a sound.

Like the final blow, all struggles came to an abrupt end at this moment. The moment Tyrion fell to the ground, Kazak's head also slipped from its neck, and the scorching and smelly blood was like A fountain sprayed out from the neck of the doomsday lord who had lost his head. The moment the holy light disappeared, the lifeless body also fell on the beach that had been completely destroyed by various energies.

And who can stand against... the annihilation of death?

swish

The magic sword with a full meal was sheathed, and the death knight turned around. He could see a remnant soul rising from Kazak's body and being swallowed by the strange void gate. The soul of this doomsday lord is too powerful , and the current Apocalypse has not grown to the limit, it cannot completely swallow Kazak's soul.

In other words, he and this doomsday lord still have a day to meet.

I am looking forward...

Tyrion's body shook, and a dark red figure appeared behind him, supporting him. Nasa said in a malicious voice in Tyrion's ear:

You are so weak that you can't even crush ants to death, should I throw you into those demons?

You can try.

Tyrion reached out and touched the dark green blood stains on the corner of his mouth. Kazak interrupted the attack of drawing blood just now, causing a lot of magic blood essence to be reversely poured into his body. The scorching heat in his body Haunting, death knights don't know if this turn of events is good or bad.

But now, he has more important things to do.

Tyrion raised his head and saw Velen the Prophet, who was also weak. A faint killing intent flashed in his eyes. The death knights and blood mages surrounded the Prophet faintly in a very natural posture.