Regardless of whether Balnazzar's hand really slipped or not.
Or maybe this Dread Lord was deliberately causing trouble, but the Hammer of Khaz'goroth, whose limiter was opened by Aggramar, ended up in Velen's hands. The Scourge Knights didn't care about this. They were planning to attack at the end.
Velen, who had the upper hand, flashed a fierce light in his eyes, and he raised the holy hammer in his hand. Under the call of the power of death, the holy hammer of creation was activated.
Surrounded by the power of the blue Titan, this stone hammer inhabited by the power of the earth awakened the power of the earth of Suramar.
If this land that had been torn apart by the evil power summoned by the Deceiver had its own consciousness, it would definitely be extremely angry now and long for the ultimate revenge.
The moment Velen raised the holy hammer, every inch of the broken Suramar Plains was roaring. Those broken rocks, the land polluted by evil energy, those soils, those dried up lakes and rivers,
Those buildings that were completely crushed, everything on this land were responding to Velen's call, and the power of Khaz'goroth's Hammer was released to its maximum.
"Boom, boom"
Just like a huge dragon of mud, rolling under this broken and barren land, you can clearly see in the sky that this broken land is sliding into the sea, as if it is truly awakened.
Countless rocks and soil were reorganized. In the night of evil energy, the earth roared and bulged, and the dark green magma was thrown into the air. Four giant, mountain-like rock fists broke through the earth, between Velen and Ki.
Towers rose up around Ergadan.
"Tear it apart"
A pale lightning flashed across the night sky, illuminating the last scene of the two brothers, like the final chapter of an ethical story full of tragedy and pain.
The Scourge Knight roared and smashed down with a hammer. The surging power of death bombarded Kil'jaeden's body, beating the big demon until blood spurted out. Following Velen's movements, the four giant rock fists also appeared like real ones.
It hit Kil'jaeden hard with his fist, just like a scene in a fairy tale. Amidst the rock shaking like a mountain collapsing, the giant rock fist struck Kil'jaeden's body in four consecutive blows.
.
This is the anger and revenge from this land. The earth will not wail, but at this moment, the power it has been given is enough to send Kil'jaeden completely to hell.
"No!"
The Deceiver was blasted into the earth by these continuous heavy blows. Between the collapse of the cold rocks, his body became fragmented, and all the bones in his body seemed to have been broken. He was so miserable.
Lying in the depression under the earth, it was like a poor man who had been seriously injured and died and was buried in a tomb at this moment.
His body was covered with wounds, and dirty evil blood continued to flow from his body, dyeing the rocks pressing on him a strange green, while the earth of Suramar was using all its strength to turn the
After taking revenge on the body of the great demon, these rocks also lost their "life".
The land of Suramar Plains can no longer heal. This land has been polluted by the evil energy summoned by the great demon, and has been destroyed to the level of the continental shelf. The attack just now was its last struggle.
Now, it's time to die.
"boom"
A slight low sound came from the ruins at the feet of the great lord, like the last sign of the doomsday. Tyrion knelt down, stretched out his hand, and touched the dead earth under his feet. He said softly:
"Go, go, your mission is accomplished."
"Bang"
A crack burst out from the ground touched by the great lord's fingers, like a collapsed node. The black crack was like a spider web, moving crazily in all directions, covering the entire plain within a few minutes.
Its fulcrum with the continental shelf of the Broken Isles has collapsed, like a mountain range sinking slowly into the sea along its slopes.
The cold and dark seabed is the best destination for this tortured land, and everything tonight will be hidden in the waves of the sea, and no one can know the secrets in this dark night.
With the shadows and illusions of death faded, Velen stood alone on the edge of the depression in front of him. He looked at Kil'jaeden the Deceiver lying in the pit with a dead gaze that should be expected of an undead.
Even an extremely powerful demon would not be able to escape unscathed after suffering the terrible blow from the fusion of death and titan power.
The deceiver's originally powerful fire of life has come to an end at this moment, just like a candle swaying in the wind. The light of evil energy has already appeared on his twisted and scarred cheeks.
It was as if scorching evil energy was flowing under his skin, rolling out an ominous light along the scars.
That was because the evil energy sensed that Kil'jaeden was about to die and began to take the initiative to repair serious injuries to the big demon.
One of Kil'jaeden's eyes was blind, which was the mark of being stabbed by the sharp thorn of the earth, and the black demon horn on his head was also broken, which was broken by Velen's fist.
His wings have long since disappeared, they were torn off by Velen.
He only had one arm left, and the other arm was spread out beside him in a weird and twisted posture.
His legs were broken by the revenge of the earth. It is difficult to say whether the blow from the rock just now came from the power of the world spirit of this world. After all, as far as the simple Hammer of Khazgoroth is concerned, it may
It is still unable to create such a terrifying power. In other words, Elune, the sleeping protoss, also took a small "revenge" on these damn demons.
He was dying. He was only one step away from death.
Velen stared at the dying demon in front of him, and Kil'jaeden was also staring at Velen. The doomsday scene of Suramar slowly sliding into the sea did not seem to affect the twisted and weird feelings between them.
In the final release, they were once brothers, even closer than brothers, like two sides of one body. They once ruled Argus together, and the two joined forces to push their civilization into the stars.
At that time, they were truly great men, worshiped and followed by the entire civilization.
But like a nasty joke of fate, the two brothers, who were once as close as one, eventually took different paths.
"I wanted to save Argus."
The deceiver coughed hard. He could also feel that his death was coming. He could no longer control the surge of evil energy in his body. But maybe it was because a person was about to die and his words were good. At the end of this life, those who
He wanted to speak out all the words that had been hidden in his soul for more than 20,000 years.
"I don't believe anyone can resist Sargeras, Archimonde, that bastard with his crazy desire for power, but I want to preserve our world and people, and I obey him, just because I want to preserve us in this way.
The person behind you"
"But your betrayal and your leaving make me desperate and painful! Viren!"
Hot blood spurted out from the Deceiver's mouth, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter. He stared at the expressionless Velen:
"When I made that painful decision, I longed for you to be by my side like before, to bear the pressure with me, to carry the heavy fate with me. I need you! Our world
, our people have never needed you so urgently! Even after falling into evil energy, we still need a wise person to lead us!"
"But you abandoned it all for your holy light! I hate you! You left us alone in that world waiting to die!"
Kil'jaeden's expression was twisted, as if telling the unknown pain and sorrow in the heart of this famous fraudster. Everyone thought they were strong enough, and every hero thought they were strong enough to save the world alone, but they
No, facing the pain that has nowhere to go, you always need the help and companionship of others. This is the meaning of friends and brothers.
On the day Argus fell, Kil'jaeden abandoned his glory and lost his friends.
Under the double blow, his originally proud soul fell straight into the abyss.
"I completely dedicated Argus to Sargeras. I watched our world being covered in flames and burning. I watched it die tragically! I melted the past time and hatred into strength, and all of this is because of"
"I hate you!!!"
The out-of-control evil energy rippled with dangerous light, and green fluorescence danced on the deceiver's remains. The energy he summoned from the depths of the twisted void lingered in his body, like a water bladder that had been filled with water.
, just squeeze it gently and it will explode completely.
The power of the Great Demon, coupled with the gathering of these dangerous energies, is enough to destroy the entire Broken Islands, and even create a second large whirlpool directly in the Endless Sea.
"Bang"
Velen jumped into Kil'jaeden's tomb. He half-knelt beside the Deceiver's body, ignoring the dangerous energy. He looked at his former brother, and there was a hint of emotion in his blue eyes.
Surging.
Velen stretched out his hand, as if to touch Kil'jaeden's scarred face, and the Deceiver closed his eyes at this moment, choking.
It is unimaginable that the Demon King who destroyed most of the stars would show such a fragile side, but at the end of his life, he no longer wanted to wear the mask of the Deceiver.
"I've always been jealous of you Viren."
"Your talent, your faith, your foresight"
"I never believed anyone could resist Sargeras. Maybe you can prove me wrong."
This final blessing made the light in Velen's eyes soften, but the next moment, when the Deceiver opened his eyes, the cross hammer in Velen's hand was raised again. Under the shining of the dark light, the Scourge Knight
All the warmth on his face suddenly disappeared at this moment.
"The favor has been paid, the debt has been settled"
"On your way, my brother, I will see you off"
"The soul returns to hell!"
"Bang"
The heavy and cold war hammer hit Kil'jaeden's cheek. Shock, despair, pain, etc. flashed through the deceiver's single eye, but it was not enough to bring Velen back from the abyss of death. In order to destroy him, Velen
Lun has fallen into the abyss and can no longer extricate himself.
"Bang"
The Deceiver's head was smashed by the bombardment of the war hammer, and his brains exploded. The light in the remaining one eye slowly dissipated. For the last time in his life, he still failed to give his brother true freedom.
Velen no longer needs freedom, he has embarked on another dark path.
"Bang"
The green blood, the red brain, and the pale lightning shining in the darkness made the figure of Velen who was striking with the hammer so ferocious. The grudges were settled tonight.
The last light in the big devil's one eye also dimmed.
Like a whisper in sleep
"In the end, I was still alone."
"Boom"
The land of Suramar finally could no longer bear this tragedy of fratricide, and the out-of-control evil energy in the Deceiver's body finally erupted like a dark green sun, amid the roar of the doomsday scene.
, the earth that was intertwined with evil magma and shadow storms, and was shattered, was like mud and stone wrapped in all the dark endings, rolling down the mountain wall and falling into the cold and roaring endless sea.
.
After tonight, there will be no more Suramar.
The rolling tide slapped on the broken earth, extinguishing the scorching magma. As the high-temperature steam escaped, the ruins of Suramar City were also dumped into the black turbidity. This scene was shocking.
Those observers, all the observers from Highmountain, Stormheim, and Val'sharah, in the vast darkness, under the battlefield of the star war in the sky, these mortals' hands and feet were cold.
They didn't know that the remaining great demon of the Burning Legion had died here, but they clearly saw the sinking of the entire Suramar.
This seemed to indicate a terrifying prophecy to them.
The 20 years of turmoil in the world have not yet ended. A more terrifying era has already spread its wings and is coming towards them in the roar of malice.
In the mud of the Delta River state where Azsuna and Suramar meet, the great lord is holding a dark sword and waiting in the moonlit beach. Behind him, in the cold sea water, Velen's figure
Step by step, he walked out of the sea. In his left hand, he held a skull whose original appearance could no longer be seen, and in his right hand, he held a twisted battle axe.
It was a weapon made by Kil'jaeden to kill the undead, and in Velen's hands, it was promoted to a higher level.
It's like an immortal battle scythe dotted with skulls.
"Is he dead?"
In the darkness that covered his figure, Tyrion asked in a low voice, while Velen nodded and shook his head:
"The fraudster has been buried in the deep sea, but part of his soul has escaped."
This news did not surprise the great lord. He shrugged:
"If he wasn't even prepared for this, that would really disappoint me."
"But don't worry, I can probably guess where our Kil'jaeden sent himself. Haha, but there is no hope there. What is there is only double, or even triple."
