Azeroth’s Death Track

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It doesn't matter if Banazal really slipped.

Still said that this dreadlord is deliberately making trouble, but the hammer of Kazgros who opened the limiter by Agramar finally fell into the hands of Velen, and the Knights of Scourge would not care about this, this was the last raid. The glorious light flashed in the eyes of Wei Lun, who had the upper hand, and he lifted the hammer in his hand. Under the call of the power of death, the hammer of this creation was activated.

Surrounded by the power of the blue Titan, this stone hammer in the power of the earth awakened the power of Suramar.

If the piece of earth shattered by the power of evil energy called by the fraudster has its own consciousness, then it must be extremely angry now, eager for ultimate revenge.

At the moment when Velen lifted the hammer, every inch of land in the broken Suramar Plains was roaring, the broken rocks, the land contaminated by evil energy, the mud, the steamed lakes and rivers, Those buildings that were completely crushed, everything on this land responded to Velen’s call, and the power of Kazgros’ Hammer was released to the maximum.

"Boom, boom"

It is like a huge earth dragon rolling under this broken and barren land. It can be clearly seen in the sky that this piece of land is slipping into the broken sea in the sea, as if it is truly awakened. Countless rocks and mud are reorganizing. In the night of the evil energy, the earth roars and swells. The dark green magma is scattered into the air. Four giant, mountain-like rock fists break through the ground. Towering around Algardan.

"Tear it"

A pale lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the scenes of the last and last of the two brothers, like the last chapter of an ethical story full of tragedy and pain.

The condemned knight roared with a hammer, and the surging power of death bombarded Kil'jaeden's body, spurting the blood of the big demon, and the four rock giant punches were as real as Velen's movements. The fist hit like a scene in a mythological story. In the rock vibration like the collapse of the mountain, the giant rock fist hit the Kil'jaeden's body with four combos. .

This is the anger and revenge from this land, the earth will not wailing, but at this moment, the power it is given is enough to send Kil'jaeden to **** completely.

"Do not!"

The fraudster was bombarded under the ground by this continuous blow. Between the collapse of the cold rock, his body became fragmented and the bones of his body seemed to be broken, so he was so miserable Lying in a depression that fell into the ground, it was like, a poor man who was seriously injured, and was buried in the tomb at this moment.

There were wounds all over his body, and the blood of filthy evil energy continuously flowed out of his body, and the rock pressed on him was stained with a strange green color, and the land of Suramar was exhausting all its strength. After leaning on the body of the great demon, his rocks also lost their "life".

The earth in the Suramar Plain has been unable to heal. This land is contaminated by the source of evil energy called by the big demon, and it has been destroyed to the level of the continental shelf. The previous attack was its last struggle.

Now, it's **** it.

"boom"

There was a slight low noise from the ruins at the feet of the high lord. Like the last sign of the end, Tyrion squatted down, stretched out his hand, and stroked the dead ground under his feet. He said softly:

"Go, go... your mission has been completed."

"boom"

A rift burst from the ground touched by the Lord’s fingers, like a collapsed node. The black rift was like a cobweb, madly moving in all directions, spreading across the plain within a few minutes. Its fulcrum on the continental shelf of the Broken Islands has collapsed, like a mountain range that slowly sinks into the sea along a hillside.

The cold and dark seabed is the best destination for this tortured land, and everything tonight will be hidden in the waves of the sea, and no one can know the secrets of this night.

Velen, whose shadow and illusion of death had faded, stood alone on the edge of the depression in front of his eyes, and he looked at the fraudster Kil'jaeden lying in the pit with a kind of deadly glance that the necroman should have.

Even the most powerful demon, after suffering the terrible blow of the death and the power of the Titan just now, could not be unscathed.

The fraudster's original tremendous fire of life has come to the end at this moment, just like the candlelight in the swaying wind, his twisted, scarred cheeks, and the glow of evil energy has appeared. It was as though fiery energy was flowing under his skin, rolling an unknown light along the scars.

It was that the evil sensed that Kil'jaeden's death was approaching, and began to actively repair the serious damage for the great demon.

Kil'jaeden's blinded eye was a trace of being stabbed by a sharp earth thorn, and the black devil's horn on top of his head was also broken by metal, which was interrupted by Velen with his fist.

His wings had long disappeared, it was torn off by Velen.

He had only one arm left, and the other arm was spread beside him in a quirky twist.

His legs were broken by the revenge of the earth. It is hard to say whether there was the power of the world spirit from this world in the blow of the rock just now. After all, in terms of the pure Kazgros’ hammer, it may be It can't cause such a terrible power, that is to say, Elune, the sleeping protoss, also "revenge" a little for these **** demons.

He is dying... he is only one step away from death.

Velen stared at the dying great demon in front of him, and Kil'jaeden also stared at Velen, the end of the scene where Suramar slowly slid into the sea, and it seemed that it did not affect the twisted feelings between them. After the final release, they were brothers, even more intimate than brothers, as if they were one-sided, they once ruled Argus together, and the two joined forces to push their civilization into the stars.

At that time, they were uncompromising great men, worshipped and followed by the entire civilization.

But it was like a bad joke of fate. The two brothers who had been close to each other eventually took different paths.

"I...I wanted to save Argus."

The fraudster coughed hard, he could also feel that his death was coming, he could not control the surging of the evil energy in the body, but maybe it was the death of man, and his words were also good. At the end of this life, those The words hidden in his soul for more than 20,000 years, he wanted to say them all.

"I don’t believe... someone can resist Sargeras, Archimonde, that jumble... he’s crazy for power, but I... I want to preserve our world and people, I obey him, just Because I want this way...to save the people behind us..."

"But your betrayal, your departure... makes me desperate and painful! Velen!"

The fraudster's mouth spouted hot blood, and the light in his eyes became more and more intense, and he stared at the expressionless Velen:

"When I make that painful decision, I long for... I long for you to be with me as before, to bear the pressure with me, and to carry the heavy fate with me, I need you! Our world, our people, have never needed you so urgently! Even after falling into evil energy, we still need a wise man to lead us!"

"But you...you abandoned all this for your Holy Light! I hate you! Throw us in that world...Lonely waiting to die!"

Kil'jaeden's expression was distorted, as if telling the misery and sorrow of this scammer who knew nothing about his heart. Everyone thought he was strong enough, and every hero thought he was enough to save the world alone, but they No, in the face of the pain of nowhere to place, we always need to resolve and walk with others. This is the meaning of friends and brothers.

On the day Argus fell, Kil'jaeden abandoned his glory and lost his friends.

Under the double blow, his original proud soul fell into the abyss.

"I dedicate Argus to Sargeras completely. I watched our world covered with flames and burned. I watched it tragically die! I melted the past time and hatred into strength, and all of this is because of. .."

"I hate you!!!"

The out-of-control evil energy is rippling with dangerous light, and the green light is beating on the deceiver's residual body. The energy he called from the depth of the twisted void lingers in his body, just like a water sac that has been filled with water. , Only need to squeeze gently, it will completely explode.

The power of the great devil, combined with the concentration of these dangerous energies, is enough to destroy the entire broken archipelago, and even blast a second whirlpool directly in the endless sea.

"boom"

Velen jumped into Kil'jaeden's tomb. He half kneeled beside the fraudster's body, ignoring the dangerous energy. He looked at the former brother, and there was a touch of emotion in his blue eyes. Surging.

Velen stretched out his hand, seeming to touch Kil'jaeden's scarred face, and the fraudster closed his eyes at this moment, sobbing.

It is unimaginable that the Demon King, who destroyed most of the stars, will show such a weak side, but at the end of his life, he no longer wants to continue to wear the mask of the fraudster.

"I...have been jealous of you... Velen."

"Your talent...your faith...your foresight..."

"I never believed that someone could resist Sargeras...perhaps, you can prove that I was wrong."

This final blessing made the light in Velen’s eyes gentle, but the next moment, at the moment when the fraudster opened his eyes, the cross-hammer in Velen’s hand was raised again, and under the darkness of the light, the condemned Knight All the warmth on his face suddenly dissipated at this moment.

"Eun has been paid, the debt has been paid..."

"Go on the road, my brother, I will send you..."

"Soul returns to hell!"

"boom"

The heavy and cold warhammer was in Kil'jaeden's cheek. Shock, despair, pain, etc. flashed in the cheater's eyes, but that was not enough to recover Velen from the abyss of death. Lun has fallen into the abyss and can no longer extricate himself.

"boom"

The fraudster's head was smashed by the brain smashed by the hammer of the warhammer, and the light in his only one eye slowly dissipated. In the last time of his life, he still failed to give his brother true freedom.

Velen no longer needs freedom, he has embarked on another... dark road.

"boom"

The green blood, the red brain, and the pale pale lightning shining in the dark, so shameful against the figure of Velen bombarded by the hammer, just tonight...the grudge is over.

In the big devil's one eye, the last light also dimmed.

Like a whisper of dreams...

"In the end...but still, alone...one..."

"Boom"

The land of Suramar can no longer bear this kind of tragedy, and the out-of-control evil energy in the body of the fraudster, like a round of dark green sun, finally explodes, among the roars of that doomsday scene , The earth that was intertwined with evil magma and shadow storm, and it just shattered, just like the mud and stone that wrapped all the dark endings, rolled and fell from the mountain wall, and fell into the icy roaring endless sea. .

After tonight, there is no more in the world, Surama.

The tumbling tide hit the broken ground, extinguished the hot magma, and between the high-temperature steam, the ruins of Suramar city were also dumped into the black turbidity. This scene was shocked. Those observers, from the High Mountain, from the Storm Fjord, and all the observers from Val'sharah, in the dark night, under the battlefield of the sky star wars, these mortals were cold.

They did not know that the only great demon left by the Burning Legion had been killed here, but they clearly saw the sinking of the entire Suramar.

This seems to indicate to them a horrible prediction.

The 20 years of turbulence in the world are not over. In a more terrifying era, the wings have been spread out, and they are scattered towards them in the malicious hiss.

In the mud of the delta river state where Azsuna and Surama meet, the lord is holding a dark war sword, waiting in the muddy mudflat of that moon shadow, behind him, in the cold water, the figure of Velen Stepping out of the sea step by step, he carried a skull in his left hand that could no longer be seen, and a twisted battle axe in his right hand.

That was the weapon Kil'jaeden made for slaughtering the undead, and it was promoted to a higher order in Velen's hands.

Like a handful, dotted with skulls...Undead Scythe.

"he died?"

In the darkness covering the figure, Tyrion asked in a low voice, while Velen nodded and shook his head again:

"The fraudster has been buried in the deep sea, but part of his soul... escaped."

The news did not surprise the Lord Lord, he shrugged:

"If he doesn't even prepare like this, then it really disappoints me..."

"But don't worry, I can probably guess where our Kil'jaeden sent themselves...hehe, but there is no hope there, there are only double, even triple... ."

"despair!"

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