Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

It has to be said that the power shown by the Burning Legion in the Battle of the Ancients made many Azeroth's natives overestimate the power of fel energy.

The same as the six original powers of the universe, the powers of light, void, arcane, nature, death, etc., although they are different from evil energy in the form of expression, they still belong to the same level in the final analysis.

The advantages of evil energy are quick success and strong destructive power, but the disadvantages are also very obvious. People who are not determined can easily get lost in this chaotic energy and cannot extricate themselves.

Saraen was once a member of Azshara's advisory group, and his arcane talent and strength are beyond doubt.

However, after being transformed into a half-human, half-demon Sartre, out of his blind worship of fel energy, he voluntarily gave up his best field and chose the Warlock Demon Specialization, which focuses on summoning and strengthening.

His choice made Andrea unable to understand. Logically speaking, normal people would still choose the most suitable fighting method even if they converted their original energy, just like Illidan.

But Saran did the opposite.

Not to mention the strength of the Demon Warlock in its heyday.

Now Azeroth's direct portal to the Twisting Nether has long been closed. In order to protect the infinite potential of Azeroth's star soul, the Pantheon specially arranged a defensive barrier for this planet.

The Old Gods just took advantage of being the first to arrive, and discovered the location of Azeroth before the Pantheon, parasitizing early.

Otherwise, they will be like the Burning Legion, knowing that the planet Azeroth exists, but because of the illusion of the dream weaver Norgannon, they still can't lock the exact coordinates of Azeroth, and they can only use the people on the planet. Take the initiative to die and sneak in.

After the explosion of the Well of Eternity, Azeroth's defenses have returned to normal operation.

Except for some middle and low-level demons scattered in the universe, as long as the demons reach the strength of Mannoroth, it is impossible to enter Azeroth casually, let alone Archimonde and Sargeras.

There are quite a few types of demons that Saraen summoned.

Succubus, Imps, Voidwalkers, Infernals, Felguard, and even the Doomguard that is now being cast to summon.

But these demons all have a unified characteristic - lack of individual strength.

When Saraen summoned the Doom Guard with all his strength, the rest of the demons obeyed his orders and tried their best to entangle Andrea so that he would not disturb his spellcasting process.

"crack"

With a careless slash of the sword, the Void Walker, who Andrea called Fatty Blue, was cut off by the power of shadow, and his body of pure energy immediately dissipated in two halves.

It was even worse for the weakest little devil. Andrea casually shot a shadow bullet and hit him. This cunning little devil simply rolled his eyes to the ground and pretended to be dead.

"What kind of chickens and dogs..."

After chanting the mantra while in the mobile battle, the black ball of the Collapsing Star sucked in all the relatively strong demon guards and the succubi who were hiding in the distance and posing with charms.

After the damage of the second stage of the spell erupted, the middle and low-level demons on the field were basically cleared.

However, their delay played a certain role. Saraen's summoning spell was ready, and he raised his hands shining with fel green light and shouted, "Led by the living soul, come! Doomguard Lord Card Zloga, crush these feeble mortals!"

Obeying Saraen's hard-working call, a spatial rift appeared above the battlefield, and a sense of coercion slightly stronger than that of the Dreadlord came from the rift.

Andrea frowned slightly. He didn't expect that Saraen could summon a relatively advanced general of the Burning Legion despite his desperate efforts.

In order to summon Kazloga, Saraen forcibly sacrificed four strong satyrs around him.

No one wants to be a stepping stone for others. With the birth of four mummy satyrs, all the satyrs around Saraen stayed away from him.

Seeing that the spatial rift in mid-air was gradually expanding, and half of Kazloga's body had come out, the triumphant Saraen only looked at the air and laughed wildly, ignoring the behind who lost the protection of his subordinates.

"Aw!"

A ferocious black panther suddenly came out of the shadows, its sharp claws collided with Saraen's fel armor, and the green light with a similar hue collided violently. In the end, the sneak attacker had the upper hand, and the demon armor Crushed by the panther.

While throwing Saraen down from behind, the panther's sharp teeth bit into the back of his neck fiercely, and the stinky blood sprayed everywhere amid Saraen's terrified screams.

Andrea ignored Saraen, who had basically lost his ability to fight.

The back of his neck was attacked, and the black panther's sharp claws pierced deeply into his body. The severe pain made Saraen unable to calm down and cast spells. Naturally, there was no way to talk about the fear spell that was supposed to save his life.

Andrea focused on the rift in the air. With the interruption of the magic power supplied by Saraen, this demon, which was twice the size of the ordinary doom guard, was awkwardly stuck in the space rift that was not big enough. In mid-air, you can't go back and you can't get out.

Andrea had a little impression of the name Kazloga. Although he couldn't remember what he did specifically, at least he was considered a famous figure in the Burning Legion.

Fel isn't the only one with the ability to rip through space, arcane and void forces do as well, and vice versa.

While Kazloga was desperately struggling to get out of the rift, Andrea stretched out his hands, one high and one low parallel to the space rift.

As Andrea's hands glowed with purple-black light, he slowly moved them up and down, and the space gap in the midair also produced a linkage reaction, and the exit was compressed smaller and smaller.

The gradually closing space rift made Kazloga frightened and angry, and he sternly shouted at Andrea, "Mortal! Stop your rude offenses, I am the mighty Kaz..."

"Snapped!"

When Andrea's hands finally joined together, the spatial rift closed, and half of Kazloga's body protruding from the rift was pinched off.

The powerful vitality of the demon prevented Kazloga from dying immediately after losing half of his body. He dragged the internal organs and green blood flowing out of his body and stared at Andrea angrily, as if intending to keep his appearance in his heart.

"Mortal! I have written down this account, and one day I will..."

"Buzz!"

Andrea cut off Kazloga's head with the light blade of Garnier's staff with a facial expression.

"There's a lot of nonsense, wait until the next time you see me."

With the dramatic death of the reinforcements Saraen called at the end, the morale of Sartre, who had completely lost hope of counterattack, fell to the bottom.

They ignored Saraen, who was still screaming and cursing loudly under the black panther's minions, and fled into the forests around the Sosaan Canyon after feinting their opponents.

"Crack!"

After struggling for a long time, Saraen's last layer of protection from the devil's skin was torn apart, and the black panther bit his head off bloodily, and the screams were interrupted.

"Bah! Disgusting stinking blood."

The black panther with a disgusted face spit out the blood mixed with fel energy in its mouth, and returned to its normal form under Andrea's amused gaze.

This druid is none other than Fandria Staghelm, a good friend of Andrea's for many years.