Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

Andrea curled his lips. He suspected that even if the monsters of the ancient god system were annihilated to the point where they were invisible to the naked eye, they would be able to be resurrected sooner or later through cell division, but it would take longer.

Brynhilde retracted the sword and shield behind his back, flexibly leveraged on Zakaz's body in many places, and jumped onto Zakaz's head like a nimble deer.

Just as he held Stromkar's hilt with both hands, Brunhilde's face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly let go of his hands and took two steps back.

Brunhilde, who was still in fear, looked vigilantly at Zakaz, who was motionless under him, "Master Thorim, this sword has powerful void energy attached to it."

"No problem."

Thorim moved his fingers lightly, and a dazzling blue electric light suddenly flashed on Brunhilde's body.

"try again."

"yes!"

Nothing went wrong this time, the lightning covering Brunhild's body clashed violently with the void power on the sword, but in the end Brunhild pulled out the sword forcefully.

Leaving Zakaz's body, Stromkar's dark aura immediately disappeared, but at the same time, Zakaz's suppressed body also began to move.

"Roar!"

"In the name of my lord, Yogg-Saron, the Dark Empire will surely reappear!"

Thorim's expression remained unchanged, he clenched his hammer with both hands and said calmly, "Brünnhilde, step back first."

After receiving the order, Brunhilde picked up the sword and jumped off Zakaz's still somewhat dull body.

"Shh!"

Thorim swung his warhammer surrounded by thunder, and slammed heavily on Zakaz's head, which was still bleeding from black blood.

"clang!"

Instinctively crossing a pair of large pincers on his head, Zakaz was forced to squat down again by Thorim's strong force.

The flying lightning took the opportunity to rush into Zakaz's body, and soon Andrea and Brunhilde smelled the smell of burnt meat mixed with it.

The warhammer was blocked, and Thorim didn't stop. He withdrew his left hand from the stalemate warhammer, and punched the insect carapace on Zakaz's chest with a very fast punch.

"Calla~"

There was a crisp cracking sound, and Zakaz couldn't bear the force and stepped back a few steps one after another. Thorim hit Zakaz with a head hammer, and the two giants who were about the same height collided head-on.

"bump!"

One side came prepared, while the other side fought weakly in haste. Thorim's head hammer knocked Zakaz's head backwards, and the originally stable lower body began to lose balance.

"Go to the Shadowlands and confess to Tyr, monster!"

Thorim raised his warhammer and jumped high, relying on the impact force and his own weight, he hit the pair of claws that Zakaz raised again.

This time Zakaz couldn't block Thorim's attack again, the arthropod-like arm supporting the pincers was broken by double double strikes, and the Thunder Hammer smashed into Zakaz's head unabated.

"Stupid Guardian."

His head was smashed to pieces, and Zakaz sent his last words into the minds of the three people present in an incomprehensible language.

"I will come back again, I want to watch you fall into despair under the master's tricks!"

"Well... I don't know if Yogg-Saron will return, but I know that you have no chance to be resurrected."

According to Xalatas's own wishes, Andrea took a posture and threw the sword of the Dark Empire forcefully. The long sword just inserted into the wound on Zakaz's head that was hammered by Thorim.

"You... no! It's impossible!"

"Hahahaha! General of Kselaki, your soul is mine!"

"No!"

As Xalatas exerted his strength, under the soundtrack of Zakaz's desperate screams, the huge Xeraki shrank rapidly.

Not only was his soul swallowed by Xalatas, but his body was also sucked into a mummy.

"Pfft~"

The body that had lost its soul fluttered backwards and fell to the ground. Yogg-Saron's general Zakaz lost all signs of life, and it was impossible for him to be resurrected in the future.

This strange scene made Thorim frown wildly, but Brunhild was immersed in the study of Stromkar and didn't notice it for the time being.

Perhaps to remind something, Thorim opened his mouth, but considering Andrea's status in the mortal world and his own wisdom, he still didn't say anything in the end.

Turning his head to look at Brunhilde who couldn't put it down, Thorim asked Andrea for advice.

"What will this sword be returned to... the Arathor Empire?"

Andrea saw Thorim's intentions, and said with a smile, "Of course it's best to return it, but this sword is now our trophy, and the Arathor Empire has lost it a long time ago. It's up to us to deal with it." Decide."

The temptation of the artifact sword made Brunhilde give up her reserve. After Thorim's encouragement and Andrea's non-committal speech, she decided to keep the sword left by Thoradin for her own use. Latin's apology for trespassing.

Andrea has no objection to this. This sword of the king is of great significance to human beings, but it is really useless for him to use it. It is better to leave it to Brunhilde for use, which can be regarded as a hidden seed for the future.

Zakaz disappeared, the originally gloomy and dark atmosphere in the tomb lost its source and began to recede, and the holy light emitted by the Silver Hand Warhammer was also rapidly purifying the remaining shadow power in the tomb.

Thorim did not leave the tomb immediately, and only after the Silver Hand finished his final task did he order Andrea to take Tyr's relic from the sky.

"Forehead……"

The corner of Andrea's mouth twitched, "You let me, a person who manipulates shadow energy, hold the Hammer of Light? Are you sure you're not deliberately entertaining me...'

Xal'atath was busy digesting Zakaz's soul and trying to read the memories from his shattered soul.

Andrea thought for a while, then transferred the Dark Empire sword to his back, preventing it from shining on the holy light.

Taking a deep breath, Andrea used natural spells to attract wind power, floated into the air and grabbed the handle of the Silver Hand hammer.

Stimulated by the completely opposite power of the Holy Light, Xalatas woke up from a semi-drowsy state.

"Hey dude, do you want your body to be a battlefield of light and shadow? Put down this hammer!"

Even without Xalatas' reminder, Andrea felt a burning pain in his hand.

"Hiss~"

Taking a breath, Andrea insisted on handing the reduced version of the warhammer to Thorim.

When he opened his hand again, Andrea had left a black stick-shaped scorched mark on the palm of Andrea's left hand holding the warhammer.

'Is this Tyr's understanding of the Holy Light? '

Closing his eyes and feeling the impact of the power of the holy light contained in the warhammer on his spirit just now, Andrea began to understand why he couldn't use the holy light.

Brünnhilde was happily maintaining the sword of Stromkar, seeing Andrea's Buddhist expression that seemed to see through everything, she snickered and complained, "Don't think about it, you can't use the Holy Light , simply because your heart is too dirty and your beliefs are not pure enough, there is no other reason."

Andrea: "...".

MMP! Is there anyone who speaks as straight as you?