New Order of Azeroth

The Maccare continent under the feet of the coalition forces began to shake violently, and the sky was densely covered with spherical lightning with huge energy. The omen of catastrophe stayed in everyone's mind. The stronger the strength, the stronger the premonition of danger that was on pins and needles.

Vanessa, who was sore all over after being beaten, was still holding her head up and covering her nose, fearing that blood would flow out. She looked at Kil'jaeden's severed palm several times, and finally shook her head, no, old Velen's sight He was also staring at the severed hand from the corner of his eye. Apparently he was planning to take it back as a souvenir? She had no chance.

It is too dangerous to stay at the scene at this time.

"Everyone, please withdraw first. I want to say a few words to my old friends." Velen said to the coalition forces.

At his age and position, he knew many secrets that ordinary people could never imagine in their lifetime. He had his own considerations and there was no need to leave allied soldiers here to be buried with him.

Several legendary professions felt the deepest feeling. The entire Argus had the illusion that the earth was about to collapse, as if something was about to wake up from its deep sleep!

The earth is actually still the same earth, but Vanessa feels that the earth is overturning at a very fast frequency. She is obviously still standing with her head and feet on her head, but in her mental perception, she feels that she has flipped over. Now, gravity and the ground are above, and my consciousness and thinking are slowly falling into the abyss.

Oh my god! It's too scary, run!

We can still fight against Kil'jaeden side by side, let's fight together, now this? This seems to be a feeling of complete invincibility, a feeling of powerlessness in facing the entire world.

Vanessa, who vaguely guessed the truth, didn't wait for her own mirror image. She led the Lordaeron soldiers to quickly clean up the battlefield, and then ran to the portal as hard as she could. It should be safer to run back to the outer land, right?

No one is a fool, the Alliance followed closely, and the soldiers of the tribe also ran behind carrying the bodies of the dead.

Then came the blood elves and draenei.

Illidan and the Illidari who were still willing to follow him didn't move. They stood quietly to one side.

The remaining twenty demon hunters are still waiting for orders from their leader.

Most of the blood elves have left, but there are still some people who are willing to continue to follow Illidan. None of the four high-level professionals from the Illidari Council left.

Many Nagas died in the battle, and the high-ranking warlord Naintus died, but Ms. Vaschi didn't move and they didn't dare to run.

The Fel Orcs have suffered a serious reduction in their numbers. Not to mention they have repeatedly charged, and most of them have been recruited by Garrosh Hellscream. There are currently less than a thousand Fel Orcs under the leadership of Talon Gorefiend.

"Illidan, you should go back quickly, the battle is over." Khadgar stood five meters away from him and said with some urgency.

Illidan no longer looked at the cliff, but took out the Sargrith Keystone: "Arch Mage, do you know what this is?"

He didn't wait for Khadgar to answer and said to himself: "This is the Sargrith keystone that leads to countless worlds. I can evacuate at any time. It is you who need to escape!"

Physically weak, but not weak at all, he looked at the huge city under his feet that was about to collapse.

"The battle is over? Wrong! Antolan and Krokuun are still in the hands of the Burning Legion, and my revenge against them is not over yet, Illidari! Ignore those cowards, we will continue to march!" He shouted arrogantly laugh.

There are less than 2,000 Illidari left now. Compared with the 30,000 army that left the Black Temple that day, it can be said that there is not even one out of ten. However, they are all fanatical believers in Illidan. Believing in this man can bring them victory. .

Illidan had no intention of greeting Khadgar and Velen at all. He opened the portal and led his troops to leave the soon-to-be-destructed continent of Mac'Aree. He would go to the other two continents to continue causing trouble, and his life would be at risk. Rest, the fight will not stop! Back to the outside world? From the beginning to the end, he had no intention of going back.

"Damn! This bastard! Lord Prophet, Illidan's teleportation has once again destroyed the space structure here. We can't hold on here for much longer. Let's leave quickly!" Khadgar stayed at the end just to help teleport Velen. He saw that the Prophet With a slight will to die, this is something that must be prevented at all costs.

Seeing through his intentions, Viren nodded slightly: "I understand, I will say a few words to him at the end."

Khadgar stepped aside with great discernment to arrange the teleportation.

Kil'jaeden's life had entered a countdown, and the other eye could hardly be opened. Velen stretched out his left hand and touched his forehead.

The evil energy billowed out from the wound, and the famous demon could no longer control even this energy.

"..." Viren looked at his old friend and had countless words in his mind, but for a moment he didn't know where to start.

Kil'jaeden spoke slowly: "I... have always been jealous of you, your talent... your beliefs, your foresight. I... have never... I believed that someone could stop Sargeras, maybe...you can prove me wrong..."

His voice was broken, and these words had been buried in his heart for so long that he never thought that he would say them out one day.

"We will meet again..." Velen was referring to the constant resurrection of demons from the Burning Legion.

The amount of energy and time required to resurrect a demon of Kil'jaeden's level is astronomical, but he can be resurrected.

The big demon who took in less air and released more air sneered: "Vailen, don't test me, let me tell you, I have reached the level where I have the right to say no. I am tired and need to rest."

"Master Prophet! Hurry, it's too late!" Khadgar was extremely anxious, but he could not complete the transmission without the resistance of Prophet Velen.

"Don't go back to Argus without sufficient preparation. You know what I'm referring to. We discussed this on the beach..." Kil'jaeden's voice became lower and lower. His breathing was extremely weak.

There was an obvious expression of shock on Prophet Velen's face. The question that he had been unable to figure out before was instantly answered. He looked at his old friend.

"Is it our original guess?... Argus actually..."

"Yes, it's what you think. Sargeras awakened and imprisoned him. This is the biggest secret of the Burning Legion. Let's go, old friend, let's go, don't look back..." Kil'jaeden The last sound was so faint that it was almost inaudible.

Khadgar kept urging, but Velen did not refuse this time. He followed the teleportation light and left the seat of the Triumvirate, and Khadgar followed.

The top of the Seat of the Triumvirate was only breathing weakly, and a large amount of Kil'jaeden with strong evil energy began to emerge from the wound.

He had regretted and hesitated before, but that didn't matter anymore. He finally found rest. He was too tired and in pain. It was time to rest.

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