Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1339 89. Xiao Dan, give everyone a hard job! ——Additional update for the brothers of "Moyu Luoxiu"【55】

The big devil still has two brushes.

When he realized that his emotions were a little too "active" today, Kil'jaeden woke up in an instant, and the mental influence exerted by Xal'atath silently was eliminated in an instant.

It senses danger.

But when it was about to counterattack, Velen, who was close enough in front of him, raised his hand and threw a Holy Light Bind. The shining light flew up like a chain, instantly trapping the Deceiver in place, unable to move.

Although the chain was shattered by the surging evil energy and shadow in the next moment.

But it's too late.

The stinking pirate Black emerged from behind the deceiver. In the flying black smoke, the pirate held Salamani in his hands and screamed loudly, stabbing the deceiver in the back.

The [Revengeful Execution] granted by the Blood Drinker's Ring has been activated, and a roiling blood shadow represents Draenor's ultimate wrath.

There is also the dispersion of power from the newly obtained [Giant Killer]. The size of the eredar demon is naturally larger than that of humans, so Hellscream's unique skill Giant Killer is activated!

The legendary power of the black-clothed emperor has never shone so fiercely, and with this blow, Black blocked everything in him.

"puff"

The sharp blade, empowered by the power of vengeance, pierced the demon's weakened steel skin. Neither the protection of evil energy nor the rough skin and flesh of a demon could withstand the piercing of this sword.

Amid the cheers of the twin sword sisters, their sharp blades passed through the chest very smoothly, and their power exploded the moment they tore open Kil'jaeden's demonic heart, turning the beating heart of power into powder.

The fatal pain caused the Deceiver to roar.

It felt that its own life force performed a "blood bar disappearing technique" on it. This sword carried terrifying power and instantly drove the arrogant Kil'jaeden into hell.

Well, one second.

Or less than half a second.

After the revenge execution given to Black by Malus the Blood Drinker was completed, almost instantly, the weird life force surged out of the executed Kil'jaeden again.

Also surging along was an impact of evil energy that broke out in an instant, and its sweeping force made Velen in front of him cross his arms and take several steps back.

Black managed to hit the target and ran away, completely unaffected by the deceiver's explosive power.

"The Fel Heart of Argus?"

The smelly pirate squinted his eyes in the shadows where he was hiding.

He apparently recognized the source of this strange power that made the Deceiver immortal.

His revenge attack just now must have killed the Deceiver. He can be sure of this. The power of revenge from an entire suffering world that has been tortured for decades cannot be resisted by the big devil.

But Kil'jaeden was dead, but not completely dead.

This guy also came prepared.

But that's okay.

The pirate looked at the portal that began to surge strangely behind Kil'jaeden, who was shrouded in evil energy. He knew that although his assassination failed, his plan had succeeded.

"Why are you so shameless! Fraudster, do you still need to bring 'resurrection insurance' when you go out? How afraid of us are you?"

Blake glanced at the sky and whispered:

"I'm going to report you, bastard! Ms. Elune, do you, the GM, just watch it cheat? Just take care of it!"

Lady Elune must have been watching this scene.

But the world of Draenor is not a place shrouded in moonlight. The power of the Moon God does not shine here. Even her chosen ones are threatened by being imprisoned in Draenor. The weakness of the Moon God's glory here can be seen. A spot.

Of course, the more likely result is that Ms. Elune knows that even if she intervenes, it will be useless.

The immortal power that protects the Deceiver comes from a corrupted Star Soul Titan, a being of the same level as Lady Elune.

Although in terms of absolute strength, the corrupted Argus feels that he is not the opponent of the Moon God, but with the protection of Argus's divine power, even if the Moon God gives Black more power now, it will not be able to help the pirates kill Kilgar here. Dan.

This great devil has bound his existence to the world of Argus. As long as the corroded world still exists, and as long as this binding of power is not lifted, the great devil will never die.

This is really a rogue act.

No wonder he is confident.

"Weilen, I feel gratified by your progress."

When the large cocoon woven by evil energy was shattered, the unharmed Deceiver strode out with a laugh. It looked at the old friend in front of it with admiration, and said:

“This is not like an evil decision that the weak and righteous you could make.

It’s so similar to what you just acted, I believe it. Maybe you have more potential to become a 'Fraudster' than me. If you want this title, I will give it to you with a smile.

The first thing we do after we return to Argus together is to crush that bastard Archimonde to death and extract his evil power and pour it into you.

You are more suitable to lead the army than that greedy bastard.

Come on, Viren.

Let us join forces to serve Lord Sargeras, starting with the world before us."

The fraudster means what he says.

However, its actions have nothing to do with gentle words.

Waves of flying shadows converged into beating dark stars behind the big demon. They turned on and off with the deceiver's breath, blocking the light and bringing endless darkness to the land.

There are also beating legion lightnings outlined in the darkness, all of which represent that the fraudster has lost all patience.

It wants to destroy the world by itself, and then bring the desperate Velen back to Argus.

Nothing seems to be able to stop it.

An immortal demon has enough time to crush every creature in front of him like a cat playing with a mouse, and then take all their flexibility as trophies back to his demon kingdom.

But before it could actually take action, Velen, who was closest to it, made the most direct response to Kil'jaeden's threat.

"哐"

The clenched fist penetrated the darkness and evil energy with an attitude that was not like that of an old man, and hit the Deceiver hard on the chin in the collision and pull of light and shadow.

The attack was so explosive that the fraudster himself didn't even react.

Its twisted body was beaten back a step, and before its eyes, Velen was standing between it and the world it wanted to destroy with his bare hands.

The old prophet had no weapons and no magic to summon the Holy Light. He just stared at Kil'jaeden, straightening his back like a gladiator and clenching his fists.

"Ha, are you trying to reminisce about the good old days before witnessing the destruction of the world?"

The Deceiver rubbed his sore chin.

It looked at Viren's indifferent and angry posture, and sneered and assumed the same fighting posture. The next moment, two old men who had been in love and fighting each other for nearly 30,000 years roared and collided.

No magic, no powers, no defense, no armor!

It was pure fist-to-fist, head-to-head fighting.

It looked like a boxing match.

But every collision between the holy light entwined in Velen's fist and the shadow evil energy lingering in Kil'jaeden's claws will create a terrifying shock wave in the center of the battlefield.

It was a close combat fight between two demigods. No strangers should be allowed to approach.

Anyone who dares to get close to a weakling will end up dead. Even looking at the big devil is enough to drain away the miserable soul. This is the qualitative change brought about by reaching an extreme level of strength.

That is the all-round crushing of lower beings by higher beings.

This scene made everyone gathered around and waiting for the scene widen their eyes.

Especially the good warriors.

"This gladiatorial posture is used perfectly!"

The idiot Finna, who was sent to the ground by Wind Chaser Sunderland, rubbed her eyes and stared at the old prophet in front of her. She exclaimed:

"This is the best fighting posture I have ever seen. What's going on with this Draenei prophet? Isn't he a spell caster? Why doesn't he start boxing without magic?"

"Well, few people know that our prophet won the Jedni Competition several times when he was in Argus."

Next to the idiot Fenner, the first apprentice of the Dark Templar and the former defender Cirdan was adjusting his crystal hidden blade in preparation for the upcoming battle, and explained to Fenner in a low voice:

"Your Excellency Velen is not only the best Holy Light Walker and spell caster among us, but behind his elegant appearance, he is actually the number one fighter in the world of Argus.

Or a wrestler.

This was because his achievement in the Path of Light was so high that others ignored it. But in true bare-handed combat, none of the orc warlords could be his opponent.

He had gone to negotiate with the orcs several times with bare hands, and returned safely every time. That was not just because the prophet was lucky. "

"Is it so powerful?"

Fenna was stunned for a while after hearing this.

She rubbed the buzzing Ashbringer and the newly acquired Elemental Blade in her hands, and made up her mind that after killing the demon, she must go and spar with the Prophet.

Maybe you can learn some fighting skills from the number one boxer in Argus.

But right now, there are more important things to do than watch Velen the Prophet wrestle with the Deceiver.

After the Deceiver absolutely destroyed the world of Draenor with force, the giant portal behind it began to shine, and large swaths of mephits and elite legion demons roared out.

Just looking at the magic steel armor on those demons and their generally larger bodies than other demons, you can tell that these guys are the absolute elite of the legion.

They come from Argus, the home base of the Legion, they come from the heart of destruction in the stars.

They are unstoppable!

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The horns of the Paladins, the war drums of the Draenei, and the desolate war songs of the orcs sounded in succession. In this case, there was no need for anyone else to give any orders.

The soldiers who enter here all know what they are going to do now.

So, the Paladins and Death Knights charged together, and the humans and orcs alternately covered the attack. The centaurs who were lucky enough to survive also tried their best to attack the demon army from the flanks under the leadership of the tauren Druid Hamuul. Array.

They must attack!

After winning the hard-fought victory over the World Defenders, no one was willing to hand over this precious victory to the demons.

Even elemental creatures joined in the attack.

Under the leadership of His Highness Sunderland, Draenor's weak elemental spirits also abandoned their fear of evil energy. They called on the power of wind, fire, water, earth, and all things in the world to help these brave men.

This is Draenor's last stand for its existence.

Zhou Zhuo, who always hates fighting, went to the battlefield.

The Lorewalker got a huge sapphire golem from nowhere. He lay on the shoulder of the sapphire golem, waved his scribe sword, and let out a roaring war cry, pretending that he was also fighting.

But his results were not as good as his Xianglong Mishi, who could burn several demon hounds to death while breathing flames.

The anti-demon coalition launched a charge on the dark plain, and the Argus demons on the opposite side charged forward without showing any signs of weakness.

At the center of the confrontation between the two there are waves of light and darkness shining.

This scene was caught by a pair of eyes in the sky, and it was enough for the hesitant guy to make up his mind. So with the unpleasant crows, a large group of ravens appeared in the sky behind the coalition forces. of crows.

These creatures that only exist in the legends of Draenor appear on the battlefield today, carrying the ugly fallen arakkoa behind these surprisingly large ravens.

They responded to the call of the gods and came from Skettis to support the battle.

In addition to the belatedly arriving arakkoa, there is also a force that has been watching with cold eyes on the battlefield.

The Broken Ones, to be precise, the Ashtongue Deathsworn led by Akama.

These stooped Draenei aliens rode on their domesticated Tabu sheep, and rushed into the battlefield howling under the leadership of Akama and Nobundo.

The addition of them and the arakkoa completely surrounded the battlefield, but the demons still didn't care.

No matter how many of you come, you will all be destroyed!

"Velan! Stop struggling! On the other side of this world portal, there are ninety-nine legions waiting to charge and kill. They are enough to wash away every inch of the world with terrifying numbers."

Kil'jaeden, who was fighting back and forth with the Prophet, roared:

"Where is your holy light? How can it save you? The mistakes made twenty-five thousand years ago will not be repeated again! This time I will not give you any chance to escape!"

"I didn't even think about running away!"

Velen angrily punched the big demon in front of him. He also abandoned his previous elegant and gentle attitude and responded in a low tone:

"Right here! I want to end all grudges with you! You bastard, you actually used my son to attack me and he also called you father!"

"If he doesn't become a demon, he will die on the day Lord Sargeras arrives!"

Kil'jaeden was also furious, as if his old friend's "doubt" about him had poked the memory in his heart that he least wanted to touch. He roared:

"There are also those people who were abandoned by you. I led them into the abyss of evil energy, but I also saved them! You, a fugitive, have no right to accuse me!

I've had enough of your stupidity and stubbornness!

Hasabel!

Increase the power of the portal and send all my legions here! "

The Deceiver roared an order to his portal master.

But when the devil's voice entered the portal, it was like a stone's throw. Not only did the portal not expand, but it was completely interrupted after a few seconds.

The rotation speed of the dark green light curtain slowed down, as if the running engine was about to stop, and the power from the world of Argus was also weakening. This allowed the Deceiver to punch Velen back with a punch and look back.

Then, it saw a guy with huge bat wings but an elf cheek, and his naked upper body covered with demon hunting runes, walking out of the portal carrying a round object.

When they felt the man's aura, the Illidari who were fighting the demons all cheered.

The blind men shouted the name of the Blind King of Azeroth, and the moonblades they waved in their hands saluted their leader and master.

"Well, dear Fraudster, are you looking for her?"

Illidan also moved his body at this moment, showing a bewildered smile. He raised his left hand, and the head of the doomsday Valkyrie Hasabel, the portal manager of Argus, was still bleeding.

Her eyes widened, as if she didn't understand why she was assassinated at the legion's base camp until she died.

"Illidan Stormrage!"

Furious, Kil'jaeden called out the audacious man's name.

But behind Illidan, the Draenei garrison commander Maraad, who rushed into Argus and returned again, also walked out of the portal.

He also held a head in his hand.

It was the head of Talgas, the stalker who had just escaped back to Argus.

The traitor finally paid the price for his sins.

In Maraad's left hand, he still held a strange battle flag. It was a flag that had never appeared in the world of Draenor, but it shocked all the Draenei.

That was the battle flag of the former Eredar civilization. It was the battle flag from the hometown of the exiles!

Maraad held the flag high and waved it once, and from the portal behind him, countless Kroku Breakers filed out of the portal waving knives and guns.

Although they no longer look as noble as the Draenei, they still wear the armor of the past and wield the weapons of the past.

They are the last of the Argus

They go to war today.

"Illidan! Hahaha, you bitch is finally back."

Black rode the sky, carrying Maiev, who had just returned, and flew across the dark sky with cheers. He clasped his hands to his mouth in the sky and shouted to Illidan who was playing cool:

"Hey! Stop posing and give our Lord Kil'jaeden a hard job! I want him to become the laughing stock of the stars just like Archimonde, whom he despises the most!"