Azeroth’s Death Track

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"boom"

The instinct to draw blood, a huge amount of burning blood, and the dark green blood like magma was sucked crazy from Agona’s wound, they were like being given the will of the self, under the control of Tyrion , Like the dark green blood dragon, wrapped around his body.

"You worm! My blood... only belongs to me... myself!"

"boom"

The fierce flames forcibly condensed on the body of Tyrion like a sword, breaking through the anti-magic shield supported by the death knight, but failed to hurt him in the true sense.

And Agona's dying struggle is so much, in this battlefield, it is not just facing Tyrion an enemy.

The pain erupted from every part of the body caused the movement of Agona's charge to be instantly twisted, the magma that bound Gruul was also loosened, and the dark red light beating in the eyes of the King of Gron, who was all lit, became more unstable. It roared and fell in front of the struggling abyss lord, as fierce as a really irritated wild beast.

It was sharply buckled on the neck of the abyssal lord with its sharp left claw, shattering the bone plate and the skin, tearing the flesh and blood, and buckling it to its bone. Fixing Agona's head on his chest, the next moment, the King of Gron waved his right hand's armor hammer and thumped Agona's head with a crazy gesture.

"boom"

The blood was splattering, and even the bones groaned overwhelmed.

"boom"

The fire of the soul burning on the head of the abyss is like turning off the switch, and suddenly extinguished.

"boom"

The sharp point of the armor-piercing hammer penetrated Agona's left eye, completely blinding the king of the abyss.

"boom"

The blow hit the center of the abyssal lord's brain, causing his body to twitch with a bombardment of nervousness.

The pain of blood being drawn, the vertigo of the bombardment of the brain, and the strong life is passing by, but Agona cannot resist. In the death of Hammer Gruul, Agona’s head in the triangle was not smashed. It seems that its struggle is getting weaker and weaker. Eventually, when the controlled magma around it quickly returns, the life of the King of the Abyss comes to an end.

"Stop!"

Tyrion looked at Gruul, the mad king of Goron. He shouted loudly in the connection of the soul:

"Stop!"

"Roar!"

Faced with this tough command, Gruer made an unwilling roar under the hideous mask, and it was out of control! The fierce battle seemed to awaken part of the memory of this soul, and it began to rebel against Tyrion.

This resistance caused the death knight to frown. He waved his fingers, and the burning fiery blood wrapped around his body was differentiated into thousands of light-like blood beads under the control of Tyrion’s will, and stuck on from all directions. Gruul's thin body penetrated into his body, which had been drained with blood, and filled every blood vessel, and then flowed quickly.

The resistance of Gruul’s soul continued, its body was refilled with blood, and its dry and thin body was filled again, but the blood penetrated into each of its bones under the control of Tyrion’s will. At the junction, it forcibly seized its ability to act as if it had been shut down.

"Really untamed pet!"

Tyrion shook his head. He jumped off Agona's body and stood on the hot ground that had receded into the magma lake. He watched the head of the abyss smashed his head. The vitality of this high-level demon was really tenacious. Under the circumstances, you can still hold your breath.

"You...you never know...you will face...what! I will...will come back!"

Agona, who had been drained of blood, stared at Tyrion with his left eye. The latter shrugged, his wrist shook, and the dark red death grip was launched. The next moment, huge, still In the heart of the beating abyss lord fell into his hands, the death knight stab the magic blade Tianqi into this beating heart, he looked at the rapidly weakened abyss king and whispered:

"The demons will no longer be killed outside the twisted void, but to my surprise, until this time, do you still hope to return to the twisted void and resurrect?"

The death knight gave a chuckle.

"Don’t be stupid, why do you think I and Medivh’s old fox cooperated to get the Apocalypse? Your soul will never go back to twist the void, and your "dedication" will make the greedy Apocalypse obey again for a while, as I will What to face...Invincible Kazak? Right, the commander of this invasion?"

Tyrion looked at the rapid cooling in his hand and became the heart of the abyss lord hardened like dark red steel. He said softly:

"Go with confidence, Agona, your death is just the beginning, just like I prepared a gift for you, I also prepared a gift for Kazak..."

"boom"

At the moment when Agona’s last life left his body, the warlocks who protected the Legion’s portal were also torn apart by the violent Goron, and the uncontrollable magic became irritable. The explosion that shook the entire peninsula sounded on the battlefield. The dark green light that leaped above the sky was like igniting the whole sky. After the fire dissipated, the pale sunlight shone through the torn haze and shone in Thailand. On the ground in front of Ryan.

The remaining demons scattered and fled, the blood mage manipulated the colossus to continue to hunt, and the death knights came to Tyrion under the leadership of Luminas.

There, Agona's body was like a fallen mountain, and Tyrion took a broken, dim-blade flag from the blood-swept Luminas, watching the surviving death knights quietly, The Lord Lord stepped forward, and he turned around, leaning the magic blade in his hand on the body under his feet.

He looked at his warriors, and then raised the black broken-blade flag high in the pale sunlight.

No cheers, no tears in my eyes, no prayers of gratitude... Some are just as cold and silent as the time of punishment, this is the victory of the undead!

The flying flag represents the hard-won victory of the dark blade, and it also represents that the demon vanguard invading the Hellfire Peninsula cannot be concealed...fail!

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Like the relationship between Sasovar the Corruptor and Vargas, the tragic dying lord of the abyss, the King of the Abyss has his own adjutant, which is the Abyssal Lord named Matheriden, this guy is like Vargas, It is the fifth-level demon commander, and belongs to the weakest layer of the high-level demon. Its combat power is worse, but it is obviously enough to deal with miscellaneous soldiers.

While the King of the Abyss swept the army to take the Hellfire Peninsula, which is the most important to the Legion, its assistant Lieutenant Martheriton also led a demon legion into the swampy Zangar Sea, trying to break through the Thale Dole's defense turned out to be a head-on collision with the Draenei Corps stationed here, but the battlefield on this side, in terms of combat intensity and number of participants, was far less than Hellfire Peninsula.

But the draenei people are still fighting very hard. There is no way. They are different from the undead. Even after the decision and will to make a firm resistance, every draenei warrior dies, causing the Prophet Velen to be extremely painful. After an endless disaster, the number of people who survived is too small...

The Prophet stood alone at the top of Teredore. Behind him, the ecological airship suspended in the sky was one of the four airships that the draenei survived in the fall of 200 years ago. And the draenei civilians living nearby should be moved to a safe place.

The garrison Marrad took the draenei fighters and armed civilians who could participate in the battle against the demon's attack, but fortunately Zanghai was swamping, the environment here was very humid, and the demon were good at The effect of the flame magic is suppressed very low, and the poor terrain here cannot allow too many demons to rush over at once, occupying the terrain advantage, and the draenei fighters can barely resist.

"Marrad..."

The Prophet looked at the battlefield. In the middle of the battlefield, he wore a red armor inlaid with gemstones, a purple crystal hammer wrapped in holy light, and a sergeant in a conspicuous red cloak. Velen knew that Marrad was not a favorite The man in the limelight, wearing his cloak, can become a source of courage and confidence in the eyes of the draenei warriors.

"Come on! Warriors!"

The sergeant’s face was already covered with blood. He smashed the roaring demon in front of his eyes with a hammer, and the scorching holy light spewed out from under his feet, covering the surrounding ground with the scorching light, just like the real The holy land, the demons who will rush in the floating shadows scream and let them back in horror. Marrad is very tired, but he still wields his weapon and rushes towards Teredor Every position that needs to be defended.

The draenei civilians, who were inspired by his selfless bravery, held their arms and roared and followed the red cloak, wherever Marrad went, they rushed in that direction, these were just the previous day. The people of ordinary farmers, after being encouraged by their inner courage, are brave enough to make people blame.

"Even in Argus..."

The Prophet propped up the shield of the Holy Light to protect the evacuated people behind him. He looked at the Grand Vindicator and he muttered to himself:

"If we are still in Argus, Marrad, there is no doubt that you will be the best successor to the Archon... true victory is never humble alive, Marrad, you taught me. .. the real victory is..."

"Prophet! Prophet!"

A naive voice interrupted the prophet's thinking. When he lowered his head, he saw a little girl in a blue dress holding her robe timidly, while the Holy Light voters who were responsible for guarding the prophet watched this. The child who ran over suddenly interrupted the prophet's thinking and hurried forward to take her away, but the prophet reached out to stop him.

Velen looked at the child. As a prophet, he could see that there was a light and shadow on the child, which could not be seen at all, just like his usual sense of watching the future phantom, and the swaying The light means that the future of this little daughter cannot be predicted, which makes the prophet feel unexpected.

The little girl was holding an old bear doll with tears in her big eyes. While sniffing her nose, she said:

"The Prophet, everyone... everyone... said you were very kind, can you help me find my dad? I can't find him."

The child seemed to be separated from his family. The Prophet thought this way. He reached out and patted the little girl's head and asked softly:

"Of course, what's your name, my child?"

"My...my name...Dornan."

The little girl felt the gentleness in the prophet’s language, and she was encouraged to stand next to the prophet, pointing to the position outside Teredor, and whispered:

"My father is there. He and Mr. Marrard went to fight the devil. Can you help me find him? Prophet?"

As the little Draenei girl Dornan's voice fell, a huge abyss lord laughed and wielded a war halberd, and broke through the defense line of the mechanical guards. Marrad raised his warhammer and rushed to the abyss lord. The abyss lord is like a little bug in front of him, but he still does not back away, his body is surrounded by the glory of the holy light, and he fights with the abyss lord.

Behind him, civilian-armed soldiers bathed in the light of the Holy Light, they roared and rushed up, but still could not stop the demons pouring out of the gap opened by the abyssal lord, and the front line was suddenly defeated.

Velen's eyes narrowed. He picked up the girl at his feet and shouted to the Holy Light voters behind:

"Quite **** our people away! I'll come...I'll block them!"

Between the speeches, a thick, golden light enchantment shrouded around Teredore, blocking the demon's advance, the prophet took a deep breath, and he passed the little girl in his arms behind him At the moment, Dornan grabbed the Prophet's robe and screamed:

"I will not go! The Prophet will protect me, I will go to find my father with him!"

After finishing speaking, Dornan looked up and looked at the old Prophet. There were still tears on her cheeks. She looked at Velen, like a kitten, and asked in a low voice:

"You will protect me, right? Lord Prophet?"

"You, are you afraid?"

The Prophet looked at the demons who were rushing in front of him, and he asked softly:

"Little Dornan, aren't you afraid of those demons?"

The little girl stretched her head and glanced at the fierce demon rushing in front of her, the monster wrapped in flames all over her body, she was scared back quickly, but still gritted her teeth and said:

"You will protect me, I... I am not afraid!"

Dornan's brave scene of courage and unwillingness to leave Velen fell into a strong sense of both eyes. Ten years ago, in the Temple of Karapo, the people who were protected by him also trusted him in this way, but He eventually failed them.

"Yrel..."

Velen meditated on the name. He closed his eyes. When those wise eyes opened again, those eyes were already filled with perseverance that had not been seen for a long time. He reached out and put Dornan on the ground. After patting the little girl's head, he gently smiled and said:

"Of course... I will protect you, this is my responsibility, this is also my mission!"

Velen looked back and looked at the demons who were about to surround Teredor. He clenched the redeemer staff in his hand. The prophet looked back. Under the ecological ship, the civilians who had not yet arrived and evacuated. He has voluntarily taken up his arms and said goodbye to his children and relatives.

From the eyes of the people, he saw anger, and the repressed flame was beating in the eyes of the fugitive... The draenei had escaped for too long, and if they continued to escape, the will of the entire race would be destroyed.

"A real victory is never going to be alive...the real victory is the courage to inspire the people..."

"Om"

At this moment, the buzzing sound without warning sounded throughout Teredor, and throughout the Zangar Marsh, and was forced into the corner by Matheriton. The exhausted big sergeant leaned on his weapon and turned back. It seemed that behind him, a pillar of divine light illuminated the entire battlefield of Teredor like a blazing flame, and the scorching and sacred energy swept across the battlefield like a storm.

In the golden light curtain, the low-level demons were burned to death, the high-level demons screamed and fled, and the light gathered on the body of each tired warrior, and their broken armor was rendered with holy runes. , The endless power and the Holy Light were injected into their bodies. In the hottest core of the Holy Light, the Prophet’s hand that was almost completely integrated with the light held the little girl’s hand, as if the Holy Light was incarnate, he raised his hand high Staff.

A touch of holy sparks wrapped around his body, and then his low, determined cry:

"Draenei's warriors! Go forward! Fight back! The Holy Light is with you!"

"I... Velen, be with you!"

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