The knight holding the cross war hammer upside down rushed out from under the collapsed earth like a cannonball. He was extremely fast, stepping on the surface of the tumbling and collapsed building, and kept rushing into the higher sky.
Kil'jaeden was laughing wildly in the sky. He seemed to find a little bit of fun in this chaotic battle with his former brothers.
In that cruel laughter, several bright evil rune haloes appeared behind Kil'jaeden. With the movement of his fingers, deadly evil rays continued to shoot towards Velen who rushed into the sky.
go.
The Scourge Knight, who was speeding in the air, waved his hands, and his huge death grip clasped a falling meteorite. In the wave of Velen's arm, the meteorite spun half a circle in the air, like a thrown baseball.
The same, whizzing and smashing into the Deceiver in the sky, and then a second meteorite was thrown high into the sky.
The Deceiver fired three fel rays in a row, shattering the first meteorite in the air. Amid the flying debris and the beating of the fel fire, Kil'jaeden swung his battle ax and struck the evil
In the entanglement of the energy storm, the second meteorite was also chopped into pieces in the air. However, during the explosion of the meteorite, Velen, who had already rushed into the sky, appeared in front of the deceiver like black lightning.
"哐"
He grabbed the war hammer with both hands and slammed it at Kil'jaeden who was close at hand with a low roar. This hammer smashed the big demon's armor inwards, but the big demon was not afraid. He raised the war hammer.
The ax blocked the second attack of Velen's weapon, and the swung claws filled with evil energy gripped Velen's shoulders coldly. The cold flesh and blood spattered everywhere, and the bones of the death knight were pinched by the deceiver.
of crushing.
The pain was meaningless. The most important thing was that Velen, who had lost his arm, was at a disadvantage during the high-altitude fight.
"Bang"
The Deceiver's wings folded together and hit the Helm of the Scourge Knight like a heavy hammer. He grinned and gathered green corrosive evil energy, piercing the pale light on Velen's body like a rotating dragon spear.
The confrontation between death and evil energy reached its climax in an instant, and the swaying halo illuminated the entire dark night sky.
"Bang"
Velen's body, pierced by the claws of evil energy, was like a falcon that lost its wings, and was knocked to dust by the Deceiver. The Scourge Knight, who had lost his arm, roared and smashed onto the main walk of Suramar City, destroying the flat and
The beautiful road was blasted into ruins, and his twisted war helmet was thrown from the sky by Kil'jaeden, spinning and hitting Velen's feet.
"Die again! My brother."
Velen opened his eyes with difficulty in the ruins. Above his head, Kil'jaeden tore open the armor attached to death. The big demon, half of his body covered in ice, raised his claws and pulled out a
A ball of energy composed of evil energy is held in the hand.
Just like
An evil sun is about to fall from the sky!
"Awaken from death, only I can give you true freedom!"
"hehe"
Velen raised his left hand that was still intact, and between the twitches of his fingers, three dark magics sounded in the deceiver's heart like a roaring yellow bell. They were shadow blasts that directly acted on the soul, like
A dark scythe roared down into the clouds, cutting cracks in the deceiver's dark heart.
"I"
"already free"
Death not only transformed Velen into a powerful Scourge Knight, he was also a priest who embraced the shadows!
"ah!"
The big demon who was hit by three consecutive super psychic blasts was in severe pain in his soul. He could no longer maintain the magic that destroyed the world. The evil sun exploded directly in his hand, and the hot evil energy turned into
As liquid hellfire, like a crucible that was overturned in the sky, the terrifying liquid hellfire spread among the cities of Suramar, burning everything and melting everything.
Whether it's masonry, steel, or even the earth itself, it's all burning in the liquid flames, as if it's the end of the world.
"ah!"
Kil'jaeden covered his head, trying to suppress the pain rising in his soul. The tearing of the soul by the shadow made it impossible for him to even maintain flight. The great demon wrapped in flames was like a spinning meteor, from
The skyline crashed into the wilderness outside Suramar City.
The black smoke and scorching breath made the earth that carried him groan as if in severe pain.
But it's not over yet.
Velen stood up from the ruins. Without a helmet, he looked haggard. He no longer had the ease and ease he had when he was a prophet. His long white beards were scattered in the scorching wind, and the power of death lingered in the Scourge Knight's body.
On the wound, in just ten seconds, the annihilated right arm returned to its original state. He stretched out his hand, pulled out the solidified evil energy spikes in his chest, threw it aside, then lifted the cross war hammer at his feet and crossed it over the
The burning liquid hellfire rushed towards the direction where Kil'jaeden fell.
Like an obscure storm moving in the darkness.
A few seconds later, the roaring flaming meteorite fell from the sky again, indicating that the battle between Kil'jaeden and Velen continued, and that the fratricide continued.
"It's so miserable."
In the center of the city of Suramar, which has become a ruin after the war, under the dark hole covered by the death frost, on the platform of the Night Well that has become a lifeless place, the great lord is still trapped in the time stream, but he
His eyes never left the battle between the Scourge Knight and the Great Demon, just like a loyal bystander.
But what is surprising is that in the battle between the great demon and Velen at full strength, the entire city of Suramar was destroyed by earthquakes, meteorites, explosions of death breath and the flow of liquid hell flames.
The southernmost continental shelf of the Broken Isles has been destroyed. If Kil'jaeden and the Scourge Knights are allowed to continue, Suramar Wilds is likely to be completely sunk.
Both of them are fully capable of this.
But the great lord Tyrion, who was located in the center of the battle area and directly suffered the bombardment from both sides, stood leisurely in the time stream. He did not receive any damage at all, as if he did not exist in this dimension at all.
What is certain is that this is definitely not because of the stagnant time that enveloped his body.
"Shua"
In the underground ruins where lethal energy still remained, the blue teleportation light flashed away, and the pale-faced Great Mage Elisande appeared on the ruins. She had just witnessed the Great Demon and the Scourge Knight.
In the battle, he also witnessed how the city he had guarded for more than 10,000 years was razed to the ground in just 5 minutes.
Grand Magister Elisande is a spell caster who has experienced the ancient war. She once saw the postures of Archimonde the Archimonde and the Destroyer Maronos on the battlefield. She once thought that they were the Archdemons.
The limit of what can be achieved, but now it seems that she has a slight misunderstanding about the highest combat power of the legion.
"Um?"
The high lord looked at the great mage Elisande walking towards him in the ruins. A playful smile flashed in Tyrion's ice-blue eyes. He could probably guess what Elisande was here for.
"Dear Tyrion, Lord Dawnblade."
The Grand Magister stood in front of the closed time stream. She bowed very respectfully and said:
"Please forgive me for my previous rash actions. I once thought that the Burning Legion was the future destination of the Nightborne elves, but now it seems that the demons don't care about our loyalty and lives at all. They are not good protectors."
"so what?"
The high lord looked at Elisande and said:
"Are you going to come to me?"
The Great Magister remained silent, while the Great Lord stretched out in the time cage. The next moment, he seemed to have opened a door, reaching out and easily pushing away the flow of time that bound him.
, this action made the great mage's eyes twitch, and she realized once again that she still knew too little about this world.
The great lord in front of him is obviously no longer bound by time, or in other words, cannot be bound by time controlled by Elisande.
He is beyond time.
In the fragments of light produced by the collapse of the transparent time stream, the Great Lord stood in front of Elisande. He lowered his head slightly and said in the ear of the Great Magister who was trembling with fear:
"But have you ever considered the question why should I accept your loyalty? Why should I protect you? You see, you have made your choice, and you should be loyal to the future you chose and be buried with them.
Tomb, you all died ten thousand years ago, didn’t you?”
"We will do anything, my lord."
Elisande handed the Eye of Aman'Thul to her with both hands, and she said in a humble tone:
"Only for the salvation of the Children of the Night, the Night Well is gone. The Burning Legion will fail in your hands. Without the source of magic, we will all die. Please, please save us, just like you save this world.
Same as other civilizations."
"Well, it seems you know a lot of things, Ms. Elisande."
The high lord looked at the Eye of Aman'Thul beating with the light of time. He shook his head. He stretched out his fingers and stroked Elisande's smooth cheek. The coldness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow and froze the soul made the big lord
The Magister's body and soul were trembling.
"You want redemption?"
"Can!"
Tyrion used his fingers to help Elisande tuck the strand of hair behind his ears. He said to Elisande warmly like he was treating his lover:
"The Dark Blade is leaving this world anyway. One more or one less makes no difference to me."
"Do me a small favor, as long as you can help me lure the noble Queen Azshara out of her palace."
"I'll give you redemption, but you have to be careful. Every life deserves a second chance, but you have to work hard for it. Do you understand?"
—
"I considered you the best brother ever!"
The Deceiver roared crazily. He swung his battle ax and beat Velen's body like a berserker. Under his feet, the cracked earth cracked all the way down, attracting the magma in the earth's crust and then infecting it with evil energy.
In the end, evil energy magma was formed that burned everything. Just like an explosion of fire, endless magma rolled out from under the earth, devouring the dead earth to its heart's content.
The hot magma cooled rapidly under Velen's feet. The silent Scourge Knight waved his war hammer and fought to the death with Kil'jaeden in this land of liquid hellfire and magma in an undefensive manner.
"Bang"
Velen's war hammer tore open the fel shield and hit Kil'jaeden hard on the back, knocking the big demon staggering. The Scourge Knight turned around and grabbed the Deceiver's demon bat wings. Driven by the huge force, accompanied by
With the sound of tearing bones and flesh, Kil'jaeden's wings were torn off by Velen.
"You killed my family!"
In the surge of hot evil blood, Velen also let out a low roar:
"You killed countless people! Those are the people you swore to protect!"
"Bang"
The Deceiver's body was knocked to the ground by the bombardment of the war hammer. Under the heavy blow of darkness, the sound of broken bones was so penetrating.
"You betrayed me!"
Under the severe pain, the ferocity in the Deceiver's bloodline was also aroused. He turned around and scratched a terrifying blood mark on Velen's face. In the chaotic dance of blood, the Deceiver called for the meteorite rain of the doomsday battle.
, he wants to bury Velen together with this land, let the Dark Titan go to hell! Let the Pillars of Creation go to hell! Tyrion go to hell!
Destroy! Destroy everything!
"boom"
In a desperate situation, the doomsday meteorite summoned by the Deceiver has surpassed the ordinary meteorite summoning in terms of size and speed. The terrifying meteorite rain roaring down from the sky is like the horn of doomsday, hanging in the sky above Suramar.
The parked Eredar fleet was hit, and several starships that had no time to dodge were bombarded by meteors. The meteors, which carried the will of destruction, smashed the starships into pieces.
In the midst of the meteorite fire, the Scourge Knight held up a thick anti-magic shield, ignored the falling meteorites, and continued to pursue the deceiver mercilessly. In this battle on the ground, he had the upper hand!
And in the firelight shining in the sky, the Deceiver crossed his arms in front of him, and the unparalleled shadow and evil energy focused on his body. The souls residing in this land were forcibly removed from the body of life.
When drawn out, it was like a scorching soul spike hanging in the air, forcing Velen back.
"If we join forces, it'll be like we did before, Velen!"
The deceiver's sinister voice sounded on this collapsed land:
"The Burning Legion is ours! With your wisdom and my power, we will be able to surpass everything sooner or later! Even surpass the arrogant Dark Titan! But you! You gave up this opportunity! You betrayed your world! Yes
You! You killed them!"
"Feel the apocalyptic wrath from Argus!"
"Bang, bang"
The flames sprouted from nowhere and burned invisible. The ground beneath Velen's feet, together with the torn wilderness, began to be silently annihilated by the raging power of Kil'jaeden in his strongest state.
Instead, there are doomsday fissures that seem to crawl out of hell. This is the fact that reality is being invaded by the destructive will of evil. Kil'jaeden uses himself as the positioning coordinate. He wants to tear open the path to distortion in this land.
The cracks in the void summoned the most primitive evil power among the stars to completely engulf the land.
"How do you defeat me, Velen?"
The Deceiver suspended in the original evil energy is like a world-destroying god and demon. The liquid evil energy flows on his body, like shaping himself into the most terrifying evil energy colossus.
"I dedicated my world to Sargeras in exchange for the power of this curse! I will use this power to punish you for betraying me! I said it!"
Kil'jaeden stretched out his hand, and the thick evil energy formed a sharp sword in his hand, which complemented the battle ax he held in his other hand. The green flame cast his twisted shadow on this annihilated land.
On the land, in the shadow of the Deceiver, Velen's body holding the war hammer looked so thin and fragile.
The deceiver thundered:
"I will give you freedom! In the evil energy, you will receive blessings that are twenty-five thousand years late!"
