Azeroth Trail of Light

The moment Velen crushed the black crystal in his hand, Kil'jaeden realized something was wrong.

The underground of Krokuun is the territory of the broken ones who live like rats. It is not that the demons have tried to disperse these rebels who disobeyed the legion in the past 2W5 millennia, but their raids have had little effect. On the one hand, it was because the terrain of the Krokuhn Mountains was indeed too complicated; on the other hand, it was because the number of the Broken Ones was very small.

More than 2W broken people, sounds like a lot, but sprinkled among the broken mountains, it is almost like spilling a drop of ink into the sea.

All the demons, including Kil'jaeden, have never faced the existence of the Krokuun Breakers, and they don't think that these Breakers will cause them any trouble, but at this moment, when the entire Krokuun surface At the moment when the purple light shone in the crooked mountain crack, the great demon was shocked!

"Stop! I order you! Stop!"

He rushed towards Velen, and the blazing crimson flames gushed out from the surrounding space like a crumbling volcano, and the shining shadow nova was blocked by the Holy Light Barrier that the old prophet waved, and the great demon's anger was beyond words , but at least at this moment, his anger can't change anything.

"boom!"

An unimaginable purple force storm erupted from the mountains below the Krokuen Plain, hundreds of thousands of mana bombs gathered together, and countless violent magic powers combined, pulled, fused, and extended to become a mass of naked eyes It can be seen that the chaotic and crazy energy aggregation shredded the land of Krokuun the moment it appeared, and easily involved the wandering demons on the ground, tearing it into pieces.

It was like a crooked purple storm that straddled the land of Krokuun and the dark starry sky of Argus in a blink of an eye. When the magic power gathered to this extent, even Velen had no choice Control it again, it will devour everything to maintain its stability, and when this stability can no longer be maintained, it will explode with a "bang", tearing everything around it, and tearing apart most of the Krokuun land !

"You madman! You too will be torn apart!"

The flames behind Kil'jaeden are constantly swaying under the rendering of this magical storm, and everything around them is like being in a tenth-level typhoon, deflecting crookedly towards the direction of the storm, matching the hazy environment of Argus, This scene was like the end of the world.

His claws bombarded and tore apart the thick wall of holy light. He roared angrily, but Velen wasn't too surprised.

"Argus is like this, I don't think it's much better than destruction. Instead of letting it lose all dignity in the deep torture, it's better to just be destroyed like this"

Velen swung his left hand, and another thick longsword of holy light slashed towards the top of Kil'jaeden's head. His old voice was resounding like thunder,

"I will not let my world go to despair under your ravages! I would rather destroy it!"

He looked at Kil'jaeden, with a sacrificial smile on his skinny face,

"I have lived a long time, my friend, and it is my honor to fall with Argus!"

"Crazy! You're already crazy!"

Flame spewed from Kil'jaeden's nostrils, and with his left hand pointing to the sky, he shouted,

"All starships, target the magic storm of the Krokuun Plain, destroy it before it reaches the most destructive power!"

The next moment, a heavy buzzing sound resounded through the sky, and at this moment it even overwhelmed the sound of the raging magic storm. Looking up, huge starships appeared among the stars in the sky. As a symbol of the domain entering the atmosphere, the main guns of those assault starships spun rapidly and then began to recharge.

The muzzle of the super-large starship ignited lights of different colors. Looking from the ground to the sky, it seemed that new stars were shining in the darkness.

It's like tearing apart the dark light, but it's a harbinger of a future of destruction.

The purple magic storm is still shaking violently. It is expanding at a speed that is almost visible to the naked eye. Wherever it goes, whether it is the ground or the fleeing demons, everything cannot break free from the terrible traction brought by the violent magic.

Those demons are floating in the air, dancing and trying to escape, but whether it is the lightest flame imp, or the unparalleled brute force of destruction, all are pulled into it, torn into pieces by the violent magic power, located in Krokuun The ground in the middle of the plain has long been shattered into disrepair, like a great rift valley leading to the core of the earth. On the edge of the battlefield, the Broken and the heroic spirits retreated into the defense line with difficulty.

As if facing a natural disaster, whether it was the evil demon or the righteous warriors, they all chose to stop at this moment, and the voice of the great demon resounded throughout the audience.

"Fire me!"

"boom"

Thousands of rays of light shot down from the sky at this moment, dark green, dark, scorching, and icy, all of which pierced the expanding magic vortex with an unstoppable madness, forcibly destroying the magic storm. Stable, under the destructive light that illuminates the entire eternal night, the rapidly expanding magic storm is like a balloon that has been crazily inflated.

The rapid expansion is like a sharp energy group with sharp ends and a huge center. The internal magic power here is rampant. At the moment when it reaches the limit, when the external magic power storm cannot restrain the violent bombardment of magic power, it will be unable to restrain it. The blocked form sprays the destructive magic power inside in all directions.

"bang bang"

The soldiers standing on the ground even felt that the ground under their feet jumped upwards at this moment. It returned to calm after two violent vibrations, but the mourning of the ground penetrated into the ears of every survivor. The storm crazily hit the left and right sides of the plain, and the huge floating city of Valagar lost its balance under this kind of impact, and after shaking violently, it finally stagnated in the sky.

A group of people turned on their backs.

The big devil who could barely stand looked back, and he couldn't help but gasp at the miserable scene he saw.

The Crocoon Plain is gone. Together with the second line of defense of the Breakers, it has become a crack in the ground. Looking down from the sky, it looks like a smiling face that has been blasted, with layers of crust It completely collapsed in the explosion, leaving only the magma at the bottom exuding scorching breath.

The big crack, which is hundreds of meters deep and nearly hundreds of kilometers in diameter, is a natural moat that the ground troops cannot cross. The plain full of demon legions was destroyed, like a black forest cake sprinkled with chocolate chips, the most delicious part of which was bitten off.

One blow. With just one blow, nearly one-third of the demons on the Krokuun Plain were destroyed. Hundreds of thousands of elite demons were buried just like that.

"Cough cough."

Velen, who was lying on the ground, let out a light cough, and struggled to get up from the ground. The magic storm just now carried a huge force and hit the city defense of Valarjar. Velen was distracted to control the city defense. Shield, causing himself to be impacted by the magic storm.

But before he got up, Kil'jaeden's claw hit his face, and the scorching evil fire knocked the prophet's body from the ground into the air, and then hit the ground with difficulty. The black gem rosary beads scattered scattered all over the ground in this impact, like some kind of crisp sound.

"Demon! Let go of the Prophet!"

The heroic spirits fighting below saw this predicament, and they rushed up to the large platform of Valarjar. Thorim, the most violent character, held up the Northland Storm Hammer in his hand, and turned into lightning and attacked Kil'jaeden. , but was slapped away by the paw of the big devil who had been burned to the extreme by the anger stimulated by the failure.

The power of a demigod is a limit. Whether it is Hodir, Thorim, Freya, or Heimdall, none of them can defeat Kil'jaeden in a 1V1 battle, let alone the cunning big devil. Will give them a fair chance to fight.

Hodir set off a icy and bone-chilling storm, as well as Thorim's sky-filled thunder. Led by Heimdall, who was burning with golden flames, and Al, the Valkyrie King, they rushed towards Kil'jaeden came, but was forced back by the scorching flames lit by the great demon in the air.

"Come out, my servant, stop these guys! Don't let them bother me!"

The huge portal opened on the large platform of Valaghar, and two huge figures stepped out of it. One was an extra-large Gangar demon, and more than 75% of its limbs had been modified by special offensive weapons. It's like a flesh-and-blood robot, and the other is the shape of a dreadlord, but without the bright colors unique to Nathrezim, it is pale all over, and it looks like it has undergone some kind of transformation.

"Kingaros, Varimathras, don't let me down!"

After Kil'jaeden ordered, he no longer cared about the battle between the guardian and the demon lord. He pinched Velen's neck with his left hand, pulled him to the edge of Valarjar, and pointed at the cheering Broken and Heroic Spirits below. they,

"Look, the people under your shelter are cheering their victory. Yes, you played a gadget that surprised me, but do you really think that you can win and see hope?!"

"Veren, I know."

Kil'jaeden lifted Velen's body into the air, and an indescribable madness bloomed in his vicious eyes. He gritted his teeth and whispered,

"I know you will encourage them with hope or some other mess, but let me tell you, I will let you see with your own eyes how I wipe out their hope little by little! I won't just do it that simple I who killed you will let you experience the taste of despair first, Velen, I will not kill you, I will not. I will let you watch the day when the Burning Legion invades Azeroth, I will let you live to see it On that day!"

After finishing speaking, the great demon raised his left paw and stretched out a finger. Under the gaze of him and Velen, the main cannons of those densely populated demon starships in the atmosphere in the distant sky began to adjust their direction and aimed at Wa. The gathering place of the Broken and the Heroic Spirits below the city of Ragal.

Kil'jaeden had an indifferent and cruel smile on his face. He glanced at Velen and curled his finger slightly.

"boom"

The sky in front of the two suddenly lit up at this moment, illuminating all the darkness, and the endless light converged into a dazzling white light, making people unable to help but close their eyes.

Velen struggled to break free from Kil'jaeden's shackles, but the Archdemon showed no signs of relaxing.

After the light of the bombardment dissipated, Kil'jaeden snorted. The defense line below the city was not completely destroyed by the bombardment. In the sky, the salvo of the starship's main guns was blocked this time.

A trace of happiness flashed in Velen's eyes. This is a high-energy defense device that Dick bought from the Star Consortium. They have long been preparing for Kil'jaeden to command the salvo of the starship's main guns. Well prepared in advance.

"Oh Void Spirit stuff, you guys are really well prepared..."

Kil'jaeden snorted coldly, stretched out a finger again, and bent it fiercely, "Then let me see, the so-called steel will of Azeroth can withstand several shelling attacks!"

"boom!"