On the Nightwell platform in the deepest part of Suramar city, Tyrion killed a dozen demon warriors with a wave of his hand. Death came so quickly and silently, not even a drop of blood was shed. It was all over. .
This scene happened in an instant, and the demons and demon servants on the platform were unable to react for a moment.
"The bastard died so tragically because he didn't know how to assess the situation. Now, I want to warn other unrelated people!"
The great lord's cold voice sounded like thunder at this moment:
"Dark Blade is doing something! Anyone who doesn't care should get out of here!"
Along with the sound of death, there was also the death storm that enveloped the entire platform. The black wind of the spiritual world blew everything around crazily, covering all the light, making the entire platform feel like night had fallen at this moment, and it stepped forward again. Tyrion stood up, like the god of death under the night.
Saloras, the daughter of shadow, tried to retreat, but was punched hard by the invisible power of death. As she staggered back, she let out a scream.
“Protect the fraudsters!”
The next moment, all the demons moved, and Balnazzar waved the Hammer of Khaz'goroth in his hand. This holy object had been removed from the limiter by the fallen titan Aggramar as early as Argus, allowing the demons to use it. When it swung its warhammer that shone with the power of mountains, rivers and earth, the entire buildings around the Dark Night Well seemed to be twisted by a pair of invisible hands, and they smashed hard against the great lord.
Behind Balnazzar, the great mage Elisande, who reacted very quickly, held up a shield to block the infection of the power of death, and then snatched the Eye of Aman'Thul from Oreses's hand. She has manipulated this sacred object for more than ten thousand years, and she is very familiar with how to use it.
"Bang"
The power of the earth evoked by Balnazzar was easily shattered by the sharp blade wielded by Tyrion, but the next moment, the power of time originating from the Eye of Aman'Thul, like the most precise cage, would lift With the sword, the great lord who stepped forward was trapped in the flow of time, which seemed to banish the great lord to another dimension, completely cutting off his connection with death at this moment. Those gloomy and terrifying death illusions, Even the whistling wind from the spiritual world completely dissipated at this moment.
Just like the hellish scene just now, it was just an illusion.
Tyrion's expression was a little confused. He raised his fist, and with the power of death lingering, he hit the time stream hard, causing a ripple in the invisible light of time, but it failed to break it at all. The shackles of this time.
"Hehehe"
The big demon turned around. Kil'jaeden looked at the big lord who was trapped in time. He glanced with satisfaction at Elisande, who was struggling to maintain the time cage. He said:
"Well done! I see your value! You have won a bright future for your people."
After saying that, the Deceiver carried the battle ax covered with evil energy, crossed the crowd, and walked in front of the great lord like a victorious general. Kil'jaeden's eyes shone with undisguised sarcasm:
"That's great! Today is my lucky day, I can solve two big troubles at once! You Tyrion, Blade of the Dawn, you are a good opponent, but unfortunately, I am stronger."
"And this battle ax, it's just for you!"
"Today, even if you die, you must kneel before me!"
The Deceiver swung the tomahawk, but at the moment when the tomahawk fell, the expression on Tyrion's face, who was trapped in time, suddenly became strangely calm. He ignored the falling tomahawk.
Then he raised his finger, put it to his mouth, and said to the big devil:
"Shh! Don't be so arrogant. Death will hear your crazy words."
"And today, I am not here as a warrior, I am here to watch the battle!"
"Now, please allow me to introduce you to an old friend, Kil'jaeden."
"He is right behind you!"
"Bang"
As shocking as the earth was shattering, at the moment when the big devil was about to kill him, a hand with a black gauntlet poked out from the air behind the deceiver. The cold power wrapped around the fingers tore through the surging blood around the deceiver.
The evil energy shield was accurately locked on Kil'jaeden's waving arm from behind. The next moment, the huge force of death struck. The sneak attacker behind him threw the unprepared fraudster to the platform.
the other side of.
The power was so huge that even though the Deceiver quickly maintained his figure in the air, the moment he fell, he was still like a meteor falling to the ground, creating a terrifying dent in the white jade platform.
Amidst the shaking of the entire Dark Night Well, in the apocalyptic scene where bricks and stones fell, the Scourge Knights of the Dark Blade Legion stepped out of the torn rift in the Death Realm.
The cold breath of death lingered around the tall knight. Under the black helmet dotted with sharp horns, the eyes that Kil'jaeden was so familiar with were now full of indifference and death.
ruthless.
The knight was holding a black cross warhammer. He stood there, confronting Kil'jaeden. For a while, neither of them made any sound, just like sculptures, but the air on the platform seemed to be because of this.
The confrontation between the two bosses became tense.
"They all thought I came here just for those broken rocks!"
The deceiver moved his arms, and the evil fire burned on his body, melting the death frost covering his skin, and reflecting the deceiver's twisted figure on the damaged platform. He looked at the eyes like death.
Silent Velen, in the burning of the terrifying flames, the great demon's body squatted down slightly, just like the fighting posture when he was the supreme governor of the Eredar. He held the bone battle ax in his hands tightly, and in his eyes
Shining with stubbornness and some complicated emotions.
He said in a deep voice:
"But I am here for you! I will not allow you to accept this fate that does not belong to you! Velen"
"I will bring you back to Argus! I will bring you into the destiny I have shaped for you!"
The Scourge Knight's posture was upright. Just like Kil'jaeden, this taciturn knight also clenched the cross hammer in his hand with both hands and raised the weapon to his side. He replied in a hoarse voice:
"This is my destiny, Kil'jaeden."
"Here, settle the grudge! I have embraced death, now, it's your turn."
"I don't allow it!"
In the roar of the fraudster, the scorching and terrifying red flames were like an erupting volcano. At that moment, the entire platform was enveloped, and the temperature quickly rose to a level that was enough to melt the steel.
For the first time in the war of 2000, he used his demonic power so wantonly. In the burning hell, the Deceiver was like the bravest warrior. When the platform of the Night Well collapsed, he roared and rushed towards Velen.
Flames, flames were burning, and the power of the great demon was released, making the entire land of Suramar feel like it had been thrown into a burning hell.
"Bang"
The heavy battle ax collided with the black cross warhammer, and the extremely powerful evil energy storm collided with the coldness of death without reservation. The burst of energy collided crazily under the control of the two strong men,
Annihilation, even between the collision of the two weapons, a dangerous black singularity was derived.
That is a sign that the stable space cannot withstand the force and is torn apart.
"Walk!"
Queen Saloras grabbed her sister's wrist and disappeared into the terrifying battlefield with the beating of shadows. Elisande and Stargazer also evacuated the place of destruction early, hiding in an unnoticed corner.
, Balnazzar chopped off the chains on Cassanatir's body with one knife, and quickly disappeared into the depths of the collapsed Night Well while carrying the weak First Lord.
Kil'jaeden has fallen into a death trap, and all pretense is no longer necessary.
But due to the request of the great lord, they still have to perform the last "drama" to add a dramatic twist to the fraudster's upcoming fall.
"Those two lunatics didn't even think about holding back! The end of Suramar is right in front of us!"
On the high tower of Elisande, with the shining of magic, the figures of the Grand Mage and the Astromancer appeared on the terrace. The two looked down, and the originally magnificent Hall of Order was already under the influence of the Deceiver and the Astromancer.
Velen began to collapse in the aftermath of the deadly battle, and the moon-white tower that kept collapsing downwards kicked up dust and rubble, like a tragic thing that could no longer stand in a terrible earthquake.
And that is just a sign of Suramar's destruction today.
This is not the ending that Elisande desires. The Grand Magister is vicious and greedy for power, but she still has the place of the people in her heart. Seeing that the war of destruction is about to spread to the entire city, the Grand Magister's face changes.
Feeling very embarrassed, she turned around and screamed to the astromancer behind her:
"Move the people out before the city collapses! No matter what method you use! Quick!"
Astromancer Etaeus did not refuse. He turned around and left in a hurry. A moment later, all the Twilight Lily Guards belonging to the Grand Magister Elisande were dispatched. They drove magic carpets or various tools and waved weapons.
They violently drove out the civilians hiding in their homes and swarmed toward the city limits like swarms of swarms.
Fortunately, the magic barrier used to block the city had been closed long ago because the energy of the Nightwell was transferred to the Star Gate. This gave the Nightborne in Suramar their last hope.
They were just like the refugees in the doomsday disaster, weeping and wailing, and were driven out of the city that was about to be destroyed, and this was not part of the Grand Magister's plan.
Elisande has never been as panicked as she is now in the past 10,000 years. She looked at the destructive power spurting out from the underground night well, the green evil energy and pale death, like the destruction of the night well.
Like a storm, it swallowed up the gorgeous and majestic city bit by bit, which made Elisande extremely desperate.
There was eventually a problem with her manipulation of the future.
You can't blame her, after all, she is only a mortal.
Standing on the high tower, feeling the whole city trembling in the shadow of destruction, the Grand Mage lowered her head and looked at the Eye of Aman'Thul shining with the light of time in her hand. Her rather beautiful face was cloudy.
Uncertain, in the end, she gritted her teeth and made up her mind. In the flash of magic, the figure of the great mage disappeared from the high tower.
"Bang"
Evil energy entangled Kil'jaeden's demonic claws. The claws shining with strange evil energy slapped Velen's chest fiercely. The space cracks wrapped around the claws tore five of the armor of the dark scripture.
Terrifying claw marks and evil fire roared around the death knight's body, and were extinguished by Velen arrogantly. In the smoke ignited by the extinguished flames, Velen showed no sign of weakness. He ignored the curse imposed by the deceiver.
, swung the war hammer with one hand and hit Kil'jaeden on the head, but was blocked by the deceiver's raised battle ax.
"哐"
The ground under Kil'jaeden's feet suddenly cracked, as if it was hit by a meteorite, and Velen's other fist, the other clenched fist, roared up, and in the beating sonic boom,
It hit Kil'jaeden hard on the cheek, and the violent death force twisted the big devil's entire face, and even dispersed the crimson flames on the Deceiver's body, and the accompanying terrifying kinetic energy even more
It blew Kil'jaeden's whole body away.
In terms of pure strength, the Great Demon and Velen, who was extremely strengthened by death, were almost equally matched.
"Pooh!"
Kil'jaeden, who staggered to the ground, turned his head and spit out a few broken teeth. He touched the blood stains at the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. The blood smelled like sulfur, and the green blood stains dripped on the armor.
All this makes Kil'jaeden look so ferocious.
Opposite him, Velen, holding the cross hammer in one hand, took a step forward. Amidst the collision of black armor, the cold air around the Knight of Scourge froze everything he went.
Even the flames dancing in the ruins were frozen in an instant.
One is hot and one is cold, one is alive and one is dead.
These once-good brothers have never been so diametrically opposed to each other in the past.
In the collision of huge energy, the entire ground of Suramar City was like a dam washed away by the tide. It was like a big bomb was detonated underground. The shock wave made the ground of this gorgeous city start to jump.
Tumble, then collapse inward.
"Wow"
After realizing that he could not gain the upper hand against the ground, the demonic wings behind Kil'jaeden suddenly opened at this moment. As the wings flapped, the Deceiver rushed into the sky like a red shadow. He held an ax in one hand.
With one hand open, amidst the roaring green lightning of evil energy, the fragmented space above the darkness of Suramar City was torn open, and dozens of meteorites wrapped in rolling flames fell from the sky, roaring and smashing into the collapse place below.
.
"Velan! Let us fight in the apocalypse!"
The deceiver's roar echoed in the darkness. In the ruins of the Night Well, huge magic power surged. Velen raised his head. Under the heavy black helmet, the blue eyes danced with deadly killing intent.
Intentionally, the Scourge Knight swung his fingers outward, and a cold death ray flew out from his fingertips, annihilating all the falling meteorites.
Faced with the Deceiver's invitation to fight, amidst the roaring fire and ice storm of murderous intent, and in the near-doomsday city of Suramar, Velen's answer was extremely simple.
