Azeroth’s Death Track

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"La La La La"

The sky of Hellfire Peninsula dropped weird rain, with an unpleasant smell. This is the three times the sea water evaporated by the breath of Rukma condensed in the sky of Hellfire Peninsula, a heavy rain.

Numerous raindrops slap on the ground in the northern part of the Hellfire Peninsula, which is already full of rain. The rain fell on the ground that has completely become a desert, and it was only sucked up in a moment. This thirsty land is like those dry Thirsty and desperate demons are breathing desperately, crying, fighting.

A flash of gold flashed abruptly in the air, like a sharp blade out of the sheath.

"Shoot..."

The dark red behemoth fell from the sky, twirled in the air, and even brought a low whistling sound, that seemed to be a creature, with the green blood on the hideous face, only the left half of the powerful wings behind it, The right half was torn off by a certain spell.

"boom"

It was cruel and smashed into the heavily deserted ground of the pool of Agona. Between the dizzy turns, it propped up the body with a broken sword handle, but the left leg had completely disappeared from the knee down. The burning fire of holy light twined around the wound and collided with the thick evil energy in the body, letting the sparks of energy splash away.

The huge death ravens roared on this battlefield. They opened their mouths, and the strange sound rays penetrated into the demons flying in the air, between their dizziness, the roaring raven screamers Then wield sharp wings, just like the air knights staggered in the air, fighting the bayonet at the closest distance, often the frost storm shines through, and both sides will sparsely drop many dead warriors.

The same is true of the war on the ground. Under the attack of the draenei forbidden ship, the semi-permanent portal of the Kil'jaeden has been forced to close, following the first batch of 100,000 from the Doom Lord The demons, like their forerunners, were caught in an endless struggle with the undead. This time the situation was even worse, because at the beginning of the battle, the undead side released a colossal unstoppable colossus.

And on the seashore farthest north of the battlefield, the cold and turbulent rain slapped on the body of the Doomsday Lord, and was quickly evaporated by the scorching heat. Layers of white smoke wrapped around Kazak's body, muscles in it The open chest and abdomen, the wounds pierced by the scorching sun rays have been carbonized, and even the bones of blood and flesh can be seen from the wounds. Such a terrible injury, even with its strong physical quality and self-healing ability, is worthy Said she was seriously injured.

And when the huge and dangerous doomsday lord relied on the weathered rocks and staggered up his body, the murderers with killing intentions and hatred fell from the sky one by one, like a ring Like a net, trap it on this deserted beach.

Maybe here...it will be its place of death.

Tyraion, the death knight with a magic blade, Velen the Prophet of the Draenei wrapped in the light of the whole body, two majestic orc death lords, and two deaths with a war bow, aiming at a distance Lord, the last are two blood mage using strange magic.

Looking at his opponents, the Doom Lord snorted disdainfully. On weekdays, each of these guys will be easily defeated by it, that is, the Prophet Velen is difficult to deal with, but now, the tiger is down in Pingyang, and it is a group of Dirty wild dogs are used as prey.

"It's ironic!"

Kazak's voice sounded. The kind of irritability hidden in it was easily reminiscent of a burning flame. It turned its head and looked at the hunters who were staring around. It said in a nasty voice:

"Unexpectedly, this day I would be forced to this level by a group of cheap mice."

It clenched its claws, and a dark green evil fire was burning in its palm, and then wrapped around its body quickly, making it look like a burning torch.

"The weakness of the Burning Legion, which relies heavily on portals, is so obvious..."

Tyrion waved the magic blade in his hand, and a sharp black light blade was shaking in the air. Perhaps it felt that another powerful and unmatched soul was about to be captured. This devil's magic blade was very at this moment. Be gentle, and even take the initiative to "lend" his power to Tyrion. Obviously, it is eager for the demon soul in front of it, extremely, very eager!

"I'm more curious about why no world can seize this fatal weakness during your invasion."

The death knight looked at the seriously injured Doom Lord, and he asked softly:

"I thought 10,000 years ago, your failure in Azeroth would make you wake up a little bit, but I didn't expect that after 10,000 years, the demons are still playing the same old...no portal, terrible burning The Legion is no different..."

"Humble mouse! How dare you despise the legion!"

Kazak roared and threw a step forward. The energy blade extended by the hand's interrupted blade was severely slashed towards Tyrion, just like an irresistible giant's blow, but the moment the blade fell , Lord Darkblade held up his left hand, as if holding something in vain, at the moment when the five fingers snapped together, the shocking dark green blood suddenly spewed out from Kazak's body wrapped in flames .

The pain that blood drew made the Doom Lord's attack move instantly, and at the moment its blade wiped Tyrion, Glokush and Safarul jumped from the ground at the same time. From the beginning, the former battle axe with a roaring dark red halo was severely cut on the arm of the doomsday lord, while the latter's battle axe was more deadly and ran directly to the neck of the doomsday lord.

"Poo poo"

With two muffled sounds, Kazak's body was hit again. In this icy threat, it wields a sharp blade in his hand. Dangerous magic is like a pouring barrage, and it is smashed out in all directions.

The flame halo and burning magic look powerful, and each shot can easily annihilate the best warrior, but on the side of Tyrion, there is the most legendary priest under this starry sky, in the Prophet Velen Under the protection of the Holy Light, the death knights do not need to worry about the dangerous magic that falls from the sky. Although the Holy Light will also burn their bodies, this is a pain and price that can be tolerated compared to victory.

"puff"

Under the joint force of the two orcs, Kazak's left paw was cut off cruelly, sharp, with frost bone arrows piercing one by one into its chest and skull, that pain, that This kind of humiliation caused the Doom Lord to roar in desperate circumstances and exploded a storm of devouring energy. The orc quickly retreated, and Tyrion stepped forward.

The dark red death energy exploded around his body, turning into huge dark wings in the air, and suddenly unfolded, just like the thickest shield on the same side, all the evil storms that Kazak poured out were blocked.

At the moment when the dark green flame was slightly slow, the sharp blade broke through the flame, and the black wings behind the death knight flapped the Doom Lord on the ground, just like the collapse of the mountains. In the defense of Zac's crossed arms, Tyrion stepped on its chest, holding the epee with both hands, and thrust the magic sword into his heart in a precise and cruel way.

"puff"

The hottest fiery blood flew everywhere. After the heart was pierced, the essence of the blood of the Doom Lord’s Demon wrapped the whole Tyraon, and the explosive liquid splashed on the body of the death knight, His armor melted like magma, and his skin was like throwing Tyrion into boiling water. His hot skin turned dark red.

The death knight endured the pain, and before the scarlet eyes shone, the larger essence of blood was drawn from Kazak’s body. This deadly threat made Kazak’s resistance even more intense. Throwing away the melted hilt in his hand, waving his claws, and pulling out the claws of the blood-stained Tyrion in the last brute force.

It staggered up, and the most vicious light was shining in the eyes of the demon. It opened its arms and only the right wing was spread. The manic magic power was rolled up in its body, expanding rapidly, ignoring everything Swell.

"I might die here! I will fail, but the legion will not!"

"Come to **** with me!"

A huge amount of evil energy was drawn from the void and poured into the body of the Doomsday Lord like a balloon. Kazak's body was expanding rapidly. It was to be taken away with a fierce self-detonation. The lives of yourself and the enemy.

"Twenty-five thousand years ago, I never forgot what you did in Argus!"

A roar rang in front of Kazak, a rare flash of anger in Prophet Velen’s eyes, greeted by a furious storm of evil energy, he stepped forward, and his roaring power fluttered around his white beard and robe , The prophet held the staff in his hands, and slammed it **** the ground. He stared at Kazak, and he shouted loudly:

"Today, you should atone for my world!"

"Holy Light! Help me!"

"Oh, uh, uh"

The power of the Prophet was full, and the divine light wrapped him in the dazzling light, as if it was reproduced in the scene of Teredor, Velen’s body has evolved into the incarnation of the Holy Light. The golden light wrapped around his body, and at the moment Velen waved his left hand, the heavy, substantial chain of Holy Light broke through the space, tangling around Kazak's expanding body.

This is the most powerful spell of Holy Light Imprisonment that Velen can release. Under the effect of this spell, the link between Kazak and evil energy is forcibly cut off, so that his desperate self-explosive attack is also forcibly interrupted.

"Shoot swoosh"

Two bone arrows entwined with dark red light crossed the sky from left to right, and pierced into Kazak's eyes with precision. In the howl of the Doom Lord, all the moving dead lords were like hungry wolves. Generally, the enemy rushed towards him.

The magic sword inserted in the doomsday lord’s chest was drawn by its master. In the double burning of the holy light and the evil energy, the red eyes of Tyrion waved his left hand, and the grip of death was locked in Kazak’s demon. At the corner, he was taken into the air, and the death knight held the magic blade with both hands, pouring the power of the whole body on this killing blow.

The heavy energy of death in Tyrion was drained away at this moment, wrapped around the blade of the magic blade, forming a dark red twisted light blade that was constantly fluctuating. He was suspended in the air, and his long gray hair was wantonly dancing, A blade of light passed silently across Kazak's neck.

Like a final blow, all struggles came to an abrupt halt at this moment. At the moment Tyrion fell to the ground, Kazak's head also slipped from its neck, burning and smelling like blood The fountain likewise sprayed from the neck of the Doomsday Lord who lost his head. At the moment when the holy light disappeared, the body that had lost its life also hit the beach that had been completely destroyed by various energies.

"Who can beat...the annihilation of death?"

"Uh"

After a full meal, the magic sword returns to the sheath, and the death knight turns around. He can see a remnant of soul rise from Kazak's body and be swallowed into it by the strange gate of the void. The soul of the Doom Lord is too powerful , And now the apocalypse has not grown to the limit, it can not completely swallow Kazak’s soul.

In other words, he and the doomsday lord, and the day of the meeting.

"I am looking forward..."

Tyrion's body shook, and a dark red figure appeared behind him, holding him up. Nasa said in Tyrion's ear with a malicious voice:

"You are so weak that even ants can't squeeze to death, should I throw you into that group of demons?"

"you may try it."

Tyrion reached out and touched the dark green blood stains on the corners of his mouth. The attack on drawing blood was interrupted by Kazak, causing a lot of magic blood essence to be poured into his body in the reverse direction. The burning heat was in his body. Haunting, the death knight did not know whether this change was good or bad.

But now, he has more important things to do.

Tyrion raised his head and saw the equally weak Prophet Velen. A faint murderous intention flashed through his eyes. The death knight and Blood Mage, in a very natural posture, vaguely surrounded the Prophet in the center.

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