The Death Knell

"There's an assassin!"

After passing through the portal, Su Ming heard such a roar, followed by a sword filled with the power of holy light.

"One hundred percent empty-handed sword!" Deathstroke clasped his hands together and slammed the blade in the air. He looked around, at the circular hall with the golden lion flag hanging, and the paladin with a brown beard in front of him. They all explained where this was: "Varian, it's me, can you tell Bolvar?"

He tilted his head and looked over the paladin's shoulder to the young man on the throne behind him.

"Master Deathstroke? Regent, please stop. The Supreme Mage is a friend of the Kingdom of Stormwind and the teacher of the Star Mage Khadgar." The black-haired young man with messy hair on the throne stood up with a little smile on his face. Came over happily and enthusiastically.

"Be careful, Your Majesty, it may be some kind of magical disguise." Bolvar only withdrew his strength, but did not withdraw his weapon.

"I know how to identify a friend, please step aside." Varian ignored the regent's plea and directly pushed him away, hugging Deathstroke enthusiastically: "Master, the last time we met was more than ten years ago, you taught me I have never fallen behind in my martial arts skills.”

"Actually, I didn't teach you anything. It's just the basics of some warriors. Charge to cut off tendons and immediately whirlwind, right?"

"Haha, maybe it's just the basics, but I've benefited a lot."

After meeting this code, Varian secretly released the sword from his waist. He was not as innocent as he appeared, and he naturally knew to be careful at all times. After waving his hand to the side to disperse the soldiers who came after hearing the news, he looked at the people walking out of the portal one after another and found a familiar figure:

"Princess Proudmoore? Why are you here?"

"Your Majesty Wrynn, Master Deathstroke is my new teacher. He asked me to teleport everyone here. I'm sorry to be rude. I should teleport to the Mage Tower, but there is something wrong with the coordinates."

The two are similar in age but have different identities. Jaina first pulled up her skirt and saluted, which is the etiquette for meeting the king.

Varian smiled and nodded in return, and warmly invited everyone to chat in the backyard garden. As he walked, he said, "Please don't take it to heart. The last time you and Admiral Daelin came to Stormwind City, we were already friends."

"Thank you." Jaina blushed in embarrassment. There was indeed a deviation in the teleportation. She was not Khadgar, and she did not have such a strong ability to accurately teleport people across the sea. Now this is considered a good result.

At least the portal is open and no one falls into the Twisting Nether, right?

But then Deathstroke spoke, and he knocked Jaina on the head angrily:

"To be honest, I don't even want this student anymore because she is a little fool. I asked her to teleport us to Storm Fortress, but she ended up sending us to Storm Fortress. It's not even close."

"That's it." Varian heard the name of a strange place, nodded with understanding and sat in the garden pavilion: "In this way, it can explain the existence of those night elf friends behind you, as well as the things I have never seen before. Where did race come from?”

"It's a long story, but it doesn't matter if it's wrong. Anyway, we just want to find a quiet place to chat." Su Ming hooked Illidan's shoulders, pulled him to sit down, and at the same time motioned to Yrel with his eyes. Sitting: "Now that we have arrived in Stormwind City, let's talk about the alliance."

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The feeling of falling and boundless darkness enveloped him, and everything in his life passed before his eyes like a revolving lantern, but the soul that had just died did not panic at all.

"Friends in the audience, it seems that I was killed by Thanos. Who knew that Xavier Academy had moved? The remaining people are not reinforcements at all! But it doesn't matter, according to your words, I will still be there after eighteen years. He is a good man, and I find that I am very comfortable in my soul state, as if the cancer has gone away from me, and now I am a pillar holding the sky!"

A red and black figure was lying on its side in the air, holding his head with his hands as he fell downwards, but even in the state of his soul after death, his mouth was not idle.

It's Deadpool.

He returned to play with his cousin during World War II. When he came back, he saw the tragic situation of the earth, with half of the population dead.

Because the illegal immigrant who sold tacos at the restaurant where he usually ate also died, Deadpool suddenly remembered that Peter also died at the hands of Thanos.

He killed Peter, he's a bastard.

So Deadpool plans to challenge Thanos to avenge his good friend.

Then, of course, he failed in the duel.

Thanos had planned to leave the earth and wanted to find a place to farm, but Deadpool took a taxi and chased after him, and wanted to challenge Thanos to a duel.

Unfortunately, he was in such a hurry when he got out of the car that he left his schoolbag containing weapons in the car. He dared to start a fight with two swords and was beaten to death with a snap of his fingers.

The kind that is very thorough, the kind that turns into fly ash.

"But I'm still very optimistic." He sat up cross-legged in the air and carefully drew the letter 'S' on his chest: "As long as I have hope, my cousin will definitely renew my subscription. He loves me the most, or always It hurts me, every time he inserts XX into my body, I feel pain... The XX here refers to the dagger, are some of you thinking wrong?"

"Speaking of which, is this the world after death? It's really boring. There's only black...and red around here?"

There seemed to be a red light coming from below.

Plop!

"Huh? It's so hot! So hot! Fuck, does it hurt even after you die and fall into the lava? Is this hell? I don't know whose hell it is, but it doesn't matter. With my handsome appearance, where have I been? They are all accessible, the bosses are giving away gifts, and I will take everyone to see if there are any succubi? Hehe, suck it away!"

Indeed, as he said, there is no doubt that his soul fell into hell, because of his heavy sins, he fell directly into the fire of karma.

But as if he was possessed by a mean spirit, he flopped a few times in the magma and landed on the shore intact, unlike other souls that fell like dumplings, screaming and suffering in the sea of ​​fire.

He was very happy that there was no physical drag on him. This healthy state could be said to be the last for a long time, so he immediately decided to explore this new dimension and earn some popularity at the same time.

"How did you get out?" A curious female voice came from not far away, and a black-haired woman with a curved front and a charming smile appeared. She was wearing a green tight robe, which did not match the surrounding environment at all.

But she was very beautiful, especially the feeling of cunning and cruelty that fascinated Deadpool. The little white eyes on the mask suddenly turned into the shape of a heart.

"..."

"!!!"

After communicating with the audience in the live broadcast room, the bulge in his pants suddenly collapsed.

Wade slumped to the ground, pointed a finger at the beautiful woman like a resentful woman, and asked in a trembling voice: "You...are you Loki? Oh my God, I'm going to vomit, I know you guys. People like Sigard who play 'Rainbow' every day are not normal. Did the LTGB Association invite you to join? Transgender God?"

Loki was speechless, or too lazy to respond, but when she saw Deadpool, she quickly thought of a good way to save her brother from hell.