Titan Dawn

Uther * The Lightbringer is dead.

He died under his student, a noble paladin who once believed in pious faith, and now under the cold and ruthless death knight, Prince Alsace's sword.

The Knights of the Paladin's Silver Hand fell apart.

The remaining Paladins gathered beside Mogleni, the Lord of the Ashes, and they formed the Scarlet Crusade, vowing to destroy all the Scourge of the Undead and kill Arthas.

Alsace's atrocities made everyone scold, especially he killed his teacher, Uther, and took away the ashes of his father, King Terenas, and used it to hold Kel'Thuzad's body. This is simply heinous beast crime.

Jaina has been hit hardest. She is still paralyzing and hypnotizing herself. She firmly believes that Arthas is controlled by the existence of evil. She must rescue him!

So she got off after getting Arthas leading the undead army to Quel'Thalas. She was going there to try to wake Arthas, the prince she once loved.

The Eastern Kingdoms' continent was in chaos, and Kalimdor's continent ushered in a small triumph.

After the tribe's main force resolved the grievances of the past, they continued to drive into Mount Hyjal. A small unit returned to Teldrassil, a tree of the world, and returned to the Palace of the Night.

"Well, Mannoroth the Destroyer ..." Hu Feng stood on the White Jade Square in front of the assembly hall, watching the abyss lord who was severely wounded in the prison car.

"So ... what makes you rather be beaten like this dead dog, and also return with the Iron Tribe? I guess ... you think the tribe's changes are a bit strange, so you want to watch it. Change, show weakness, and then find a chance to corrupt them again? "

Mannoroth's eyes widened, his face horrified and incredible.

"Titan? Wait ... you were the one by the Well of Eternity that year ... Impossible! This is impossible! The master failed in this world?"

Hu Feng smiled, "Oh, you say Sargeras? I guess you are far away and you haven't got the latest big news. Your general soul is probably trying to climb out in the endless abyss."

Mannoroth trembled suddenly, and he suddenly thought of the Legion. . .

"No! Lord Archimonde! Don't come to Azeroth alone !!! This is a trap !!!"

Hu Feng shook his head, turned his right hand into a dark golden divine whip, and swept at the Lord of the Abyss. The huge prison car suddenly turned into fly ash, Mannoroth made a scream and taxied for more than ten meters on Baiyu Square.

"Well, who is interested in this abyss lord?" He looked at the three figures behind him.

Socrethar shook his head. "My Fel Legion does not need the Lord of the Abyss temporarily."

Leitson also shrugged: "The Black Sickle Council is not sure it can enslave him."

"Then give him to me. After a while, I have 60% certainty to make him obedient." Gul'dan's old figure stepped forward, exposing the green skin under his hood.

"After the jihad in Hyjal, I want to see an obedient Lord of the Abyss, or his cut body material, understand?" Hu Feng glanced at Gul'dan.

"As you wish."

Mannoroth had a **** expression on his face: "Gul'dan! How come you are here! Your humble ants should ... Ah ..."

Hu Feng went up again with a whip to knock the Lord of the Abyss to the ground and turned to look at Gul'dan.

"Oh, he is talking about Gul'dan in our world. On the normal timeline, you are the dog leg of the Burning Legion. Unlike your messy timeline, the Burning Legion left after the dying abyss lord. "

Gul'dan laughed hoarsely, "So it seems that I am weak on the right timeline? Then I would rather go wrong ... Only I dominate the devil, the devil cannot rule me!"

After all, an arrow of chaos screamed out and hit the chest of the abyss fiercely.

"You'll soon know who the ants are, Lord of the Abyss." Gul'dan approached Mannoroth's head on the ground, staring at his blaze of evil flames.

Gul'dan in the wrong timeline has become Hu Feng's private chief biological expert, focusing on the development of evil biological products for thirty years. . . Keke. . . Focus on studying the various effects of evil energy on living things, and control it within an acceptable and rational range. Coupled with the help of the ancient **** Cthulhu at all times and the subtle guidance, although this Gul'dan is still cunning and evil, at least he will not turn his back on Hu Feng and perform small actions in the ground.

"Her Majesty! The watcher troops are here, and Mavie Shadowsong and Illidan Stormrage are waiting outside the palace."

A Crusaders of the Night Son ran over and reported respectfully.

"Let them come in, go to the assembly hall and wait for me." Hu Feng waved.

Illidan's mood was very complicated. He felt that the night elves had become extremely strange during these years of his detention.

Night Empire? The magic **** of that year was the incarnation of the Titan god? Now the Emperor of the Night?

Even his rigid brother accepted it all! Isn't he the most disgusted with magic! How can you now coexist peacefully with the upper elves of Suramar?

At this time, his fel flames visually felt an acquaintance.

"Master Elisander!"

Elisander came to get the layout of the upper elves and the sons of the night in Mount Hyjal. Just when she wanted to teleport away, she saw the magical talent of the ancient wartime period, and focused on Illidan who was more powerful.

"Illidan? I know you're pardoned by Lord God, and you're back so soon?" Elisander nodded to Mavie Shadow Song, and then curiously watched Illidan's blackness. Cloth's evil eyes, this is now the only demon hunter in Azeroth.

"I'm glad to see you again, Master Elisander! Of course, to be free, who wants to wait more?"

"Go in, Her Majesty the Lord is waiting for you."

At this time, Elisander looked at Ma Wei again. "No matter what you think inside, we must loyally obey His Majesty's order, don't we?" Ali Sander stared at Ma Wei * Shadow Song tightly. Eyes, waiting for her answer.

A moment of cold sweat permeated Mawei, and the attention of several Crusaders' night sons was already here.

She knew very well that Elisander was not a kind person like Tyrande or Malfurion, and she smiled mildly at the moment. But everyone knows what Elsie Sand has done ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Yes, the watchman will faithfully execute all the orders of His Highness. "

Rukhma, the sun-godling bird crouching at the top of the assembly hall, hissed with endless pride. He glanced at Mawei and Illidan on the square below with the eyes of a golden sun flame.

"Rukma asks you to kneel down and respectfully asks His Majesty the Emperor to grant you permission to enter the hall." Elisander narrowed her eyes and spoke lightly.

The captain of the watcher slowly walked to the door of the temple and knelt down. She felt that the unruly and proud in her heart was being quickly crushed by the majesty of the Emperor of the Night.

Illidan does not matter. He respects the power and more respects the gods who have saved his people.

"The watchman leader, Ma Wei * Shadowsong, congratulates the Emperor of God for granting him the power to enter the temple!"

"Illidan Stormrage pays tribute to Her Majesty the Emperor!"

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