Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Uh"

The knight who carried the cross warhammer rushed out of the collapsed ground like a cannonball. His speed was extremely fast, and he stepped on the surface of the tumbling and collapsing building, continuously rushing into the higher sky, and Kil'jaeden in the air laughed wildly, and he seemed to find a trace of fun in this chaotic battle with his brothers in the past.

In that cruel laughter, several bright auras of runes emerged from behind Kil'jaeden, and under his command, a ray of deadly evil energy continued to shoot towards the Villun rushing into the sky. go with.

The celestial knight who was flying in the air waved his hands, and the huge Death held a clasp of a falling meteorite. In the swing of Velen's arm, the meteorite turned half a circle in the air, like a baseball thrown out. Similarly, the roar hit the fraudster in the sky, and then the second meteorite was thrown into the sky.

The fraudster fired three rays of evil energy in succession, smashing the first meteorite in the air, and in the flying of the gravel, between the beating of the evil fire, Kil'jaeden waved a battle axe. Between the entanglement of the storm, the second meteorite was also broken into the sky. However, between the detonation of the meteorite, Velen, who had burst into the sky, appeared in front of the fraudster like black lightning.

"Wow"

He grabbed the Warhammer with both hands and slammed Kil'jaeden close by in a low growl. This hammer knocked the armor of the Great Devil inward, but the Great Demon had no fear and he raised the war The axe blocked the second attack of Velen’s weapon, and the wielded paws filled with evil energy grabbed Velen’s shoulder and grabbed Velen’s shoulders. The cold blood and flesh were scattered, and the bones of the Death Knight were pinched by the fraudster Smash.

Pain is meaningless. The most important thing is that Velen who lost his arm fell into a disadvantage between the struggles in the high altitude.

"boom"

The deceiver's wings were folded together, slamming like a heavy hammer on the helmet of the condemned knight. He smiled and gathered green corrosive evil energy, piercing the pale light of Velen's body like a rotating dragon gun. The confrontation between death and evil energy culminated in a moment, and the swaying halo illuminated the entire night sky.

"boom"

The body pierced by Velen's claws was like a hawk eagle with lost wings. It was beaten down by the fraudsters. The Scourge Knight who lost his arm screamed and smashed it on the large trail of Suramar City. The beautiful road blasted into ruins, and his twisted war helmet was thrown into the sky by Kil'jaeden, slamming at the feet of Velen.

"Dead again! My brother."

Velen opened his eyes hard in the ruins, and above his head, Kil'jaeden ripped open the armor that was attached to death. This small half of the body was raised by the frozen demon and raised his claws. The energy group composed of evil energy is held in hands.

just like...

A round about to fall from the sky, the evil sun!

"Wake up from death, only I can give you... true freedom!"

"Ha ha"

Velen raised his left hand intact, and between the beating of his fingers, three dim magics struck in the heart of the fraudster like the roaring Huang Zhongda Lu, which was a shadow burst directly acting on the soul, just like A dark sickle screamed down the clouds, chopping out the dark hearts of the fraudsters.

"I..."

"Already free"

Death doesn’t just turn Velen into a powerful Scourge Knight... He is also a priest embracing Shadow!

"what!"

The great demon hit by the super burst of three minds in the pain of the soul, can no longer maintain this devastating magic, the evil sun directly explodes in his hands, and the hot evil becomes As a liquid **** fire, like a crucible that was overturned in the sky, that horrible liquid **** fire swayed between the cities of Suramar, burning everything and melting everything.

Whether it is masonry, steel, or even the earth itself, it is burning in the flame of the liquid, just like the real end of the world.

"what!"

Kil'jaeden covered his head, trying to suppress the pain that rose in the soul. The tear of the shadow on the soul made him unable to maintain his flight. The big demon surrounded by flames was like a rotating meteor. The sky crashed into the wilderness outside of Suramar City.

The black smoke and the hot breath made the earth carrying him groan with pain.

But... it's not over yet.

Velen stood up from the ruins, his face without a helmet was withered, and there was no such freehand brushwork as a prophet. The scattered white long whiskers were scattered in the hot wind, and the power of death was lingering in the condemned knight. On the wound, it was only ten seconds. The annihilated right arm returned to its original state. He stretched out his hand, pulled out the thorns of the solidified evil energy on his chest, threw it aside, and then lifted the cross warhammer at the foot, over the ground The burning liquid **** fire rushed in the direction of Kil'jaeden's fall.

It's like a dark storm moving in the dark.

A few seconds later, the roaring flame meteorite fell from the sky again, representing the continued fighting of Kil'jaeden and Velen, and the continued hand-to-hand maiming.

"It's really miserable."

In the very center of the city of Suramar, which has become the ruins of the post-war, under the dark holes covered by the frost, on the platform of the night well that has become a jedi of life, the lord is still trapped in the stream of time, but he His eyes never left the battle between the condemned knight and the great demon, just like a loyal bystander.

But what is surprising is that in the battle between the full-powered devil and Velen, the entire Suramar city has been destroyed by earthquakes, meteorites, eruptions of death, and the flow of liquid **** flames. The southernmost continental shelf of the Broken Archipelago has been damaged. If you continue to let Kil'jaeden and the Knights of Scourge continue to work, the Suramar Wilderness is likely to sink completely.

Both of them have this ability.

But in the center of the battle area, the lord Tyrion, who directly suffered the bombardment of both forces, stood leisurely in that time stream. He did not suffer any harm at all, as if it did not exist in this dimension at all.

What is certain is that this is definitely not because of the stagnation time that wraps his body.

"Uh"

In the underground ruins that still have lethal energy, the blue teleportation light flashed away, and the pale-faced magister Ali Sander appeared on the ruins. She had just witnessed the great demon and the condemned knight The battle also witnessed how the city he had guarded for more than 10,000 years was razed to the ground in just 5 minutes.

The great magician Eli Sander is a caster who has experienced the battle of the ancients. She has seen the posture of Archimonde and the destroyer Malonos on the battlefield with her own eyes. She once thought that it was the great demons The limit can be achieved, but now it seems that she is a little misunderstood about the highest combat power of the legion.

"Ok?"

The Lord Lord looked at Eli Sand, who was walking towards him in the ruins. There was a playful smile in Tyrian's ice-blue eyes, and he could probably guess what Ali Sand was here for.

"Dear Lord Tyrion. Blade of Dawn."

The Great Magister stood in front of the closed time stream. She leaned over and saluted very respectfully. She said:

"Please forgive my previous rash actions. I used to think that the Burning Legion was the future home of the night elves, but now it seems that the demons don't care about our loyalty and life at all. They are not good asylum seekers."

"So?"

The High Lord looked at Eli Sand, and he said:

"Are you coming to trust me?"

The Great Magister was silent, and the Lord Lord stretched out in the cage at that time. At the next moment, he opened the door like a door, and stretched his hand to easily push away the flow of time that bound him. This action caused the corner of the eye of the Magister to twitch, and she realized again that she knew too little about the world.

The big lord in front of him is obviously no longer bound by time, or by the time manipulated by Ali Sander.

He is beyond time.

In the streamer fragments produced by the collapse of the transparent time stream, the Lord Lord stood in front of Ali Sande, he lowered his head slightly, and said in the ear of the Great Magister trembling with fear:

"But have you ever considered a question... why should I accept your loyalty? Why should I shelter you? You see, you have made a choice, you should be loyal to your chosen future and follow them together Being buried in the grave, you should have died as early as 10,000 years ago... isn't it?"

"We...I am willing to do anything, sir."

Ali Sande hands over the eyes of Aman Sur, she said in a humble tone:

"Just for the salvation of the son of night, the night well is gone, the Burning Legion will fail in your hands, without the source of magic, we... we will all die, please, please save us, just as you save The other civilizations in this world are the same."

"Well, it seems that you know a lot, Ms. Ali Sander."

The Lord Lord looked at the eyes of Aman Sur who was beating the light of time. He shook his head, and he extended his fingers, stroking on Alisander’s smooth cheeks. The body and soul of the Magister shuddered.

"Do you want to redeem?"

"can!"

Tyrion used his fingers to help Eli Sander bring that strand of hair back to his ears. He treated Alistair Sandy as if he were a lover:

"Anyone will leave this world anyway. One more and one less. It makes no difference to me."

"Help me... a small favor, as long as you can help me bring the distinguished Queen Azshara out of her palace..."

"I will give you redemption, but be careful, every life is worth a second chance, but you have to work hard to get it, understand?"

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"I used to think of you as the best brother!"

The fraudster roared frantically. He lifted the battle axe and threw Velen's body like a mad warrior. Under his feet, the cracked earth cracks all the way down, igniting the magma of the earth's crust, and then invaded by evil energy. Eventually, the magma that burned all the evil energy was formed, just like the flame eruption. The endless magma rolled out from under the earth and engulfed the dead earth.

The hot magma quickly cooled at the feet of Velen. The silent Scourge Knight waved the warhammer, and in an undefended posture, he fought against Kil'jaeden in the land of liquid hellfire and magma.

"boom"

Velen's Warhammer ripped off the Fel Shield and slammed Kil'jaeden's back, staggering the Great Demon, while the Knight of Condemnation turned back to grab the Devil's Batwing of the Deceiver, driven by great force, accompanied by With the acid sound of torn teeth, Kil'jaeden's wings were torn apart by Velen.

"You killed my family!"

In the blood of the hot evil energy, Velen also gave a low growl:

"You killed countless people! That's the people you vowed to defend!"

"boom"

The fraudster's body was knocked to the ground by the bombarded warhammer, and under the heavy blow of darkness, the sound of bone fracture was so permeable.

"You betrayed me!"

Under the severe pain, the fierceness in the bloodline of the fraudster was also inspired. He turned back a paw and grabbed the scary blood stains on Velen's face. In the blood flurry, the fraudster called for the rain of meteorite in the final battle. , He will bury Velen together with this land, let the dark Titan go to hell! Let the Pillar of Creation go to hell! Let Tirion go to hell!

destroy! Destroy everything!

"boom"

Under the death, the doomsday meteorite summoned by the fraudster is not a head or speed, and it has surpassed the ordinary meteorite summoning. The horrible meteor rain that roared down from the sky is like the horn of the end, hanging over Surama. The suspended Eredar fleet was attacked by Yang, and several starships that were too late to dodge were bombarded by meteors. This was accompanied by a meteor that destroyed the will and broke the starship apart.

Between the shooting of the meteorite, the Scourge Knight held up a heavy anti-magic shield, ignoring the falling meteorites, and continued the ruthless pursuit of the fraudster. In the battle on the ground, he had the upper hand!

And in the blaze of the fire in the sky, the fraudster crossed his arms in front of him, and the unparalleled shadows and evil energy focused on his body, and the souls resident in this land were all hardened from the body of life. Withdrawing, it was like a scorching soul spike hanging in the air, pushing Velen rushing back.

"If we join hands, as before, Velen!"

The cruel voice of the fraudster sounded on the collapsed ground:

"The Burning Legion is ours! Your wisdom plus my strength... Sooner or later, we can transcend everything! Even beyond the incomparably dark Titan! But you! You gave up this opportunity! You betrayed yours The world! You! You killed them!"

"Feel this doomsday anger from Argus!"

"Bang, bang"

The flames that emerged from the invisible were burning invisibly and indiscriminately. The ground at the foot of Velen, together with this wilderness that had been torn, began to annihilate silently in the raging power of Kil'jaeden in the strongest state.

Instead, there is a doomsday rift that seems to crawl out of hell. This is the reality that is being attacked by the will to destroy the evil. Kil'jaeden uses himself as the positioning coordinate. He wants to tear the road to the twist. The rift in the void summons the most powerful evil energy in the stars to completely engulf the land.

"How do you beat me? Velen?"

The deceiver suspended in the source evil energy is like the demon of the world. The liquid evil energy flows on his body, just like shaping himself into the most terrifying evil colossus.

"I dedicated my world to Sargeras in exchange for the power of this curse! I will use this power to punish you for betraying me! I said it!"

Kil'jaeden stretched out his hand, and the thick evil energy formed a sharp war sword in his hand, which intersected with the battle axe held in his other hand. The green flame cast his twisted shadow on this piece of annihilation On the earth, in the shadow of the fraudster, Velen appeared so thin and fragile with the body of the Warhammer.

The fraudster shouted like thunder:

"I will give you freedom! In the evil energy, you will usher in 25,000 years late...Blessing!"

"My brother, you will eventually be in the abyss..."

"Walk with me!"

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