Only when facing death and destruction will all life reveal its truest side.
Lies and the disguise of the soul will be easily torn apart in the face of the cold, unwavering death, exposing everything under the mask of hypocrisy.
Is he a hero, a warrior, a mortal, a coward, a villain, or something else? Under this extremely cruel destruction, all the truth, whether it is likeable, disgusting, or unacceptable, is hidden in the darkness.
, the cold truth that is not known to everyone will truly unfold and be seen by everyone.
Only in pure moments like this can the true heroes be selected
"Buzz"
The terrifying flaming giant sword, which was bigger than the entire planet, crashed down towards the blue planet in front of me. It seemed that the next moment, this miserable planet would be easily torn apart by this world-destroying sword. The falling sword
The shadow was seen by everyone in the world. Even Queen Azshara, the most powerful woman in Azeroth who was negotiating, closed her eyes at this moment.
Having seen with her own eyes how Aggrama executed a divine creature, she no longer had the desire to resist. It was so powerful that it exceeded her imagination. Behind her, the Nagas who surrendered to her were restless and timid.
He turned around and rushed into the cold water, as if this way he could survive the end of all things.
Varian also saw the Doomsday Blade across the sky of the world, but he did not close his eyes, but pulled out the sharp blade from behind with his backhand. During the surge of lightning, Varian's scarred face,
Still as determined as before.
"Does it make sense?"
Azshara above the tide closed her eyes and said:
"Be more decent"
Varian lowered his head, looking at the face reflected on the sword blade, he showed a smile, and then said frankly:
"It makes no sense, but I just don't want to die like a coward."
On the spaceship in front of the White Tower City Port, Arthas hugged his wife and children tightly. He held Jaina and his son close to his chest. At this moment, Arthas looked sad. He said to his wife:
"I'm sorry Anna, I may, may not be able to save us anymore."
"No."
Jaina no longer had the stubbornness of the Archmage. Like a truly docile wife, she put her head on her husband's chest. She hugged her son tightly and said:
"Don't be stupid, you will always be our hero."
Luo Ning was also kissing his wife's forehead gently, holding his left hand on Vereesa's bulging belly, while Vereesa closed her eyes with tears already in her eyes. The younger sister of the Windrunner family cried and said:
"They, they haven't been able to see that the world shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be"
"He won't let us down."
The Archmage whispered:
"He will not disappoint his nephews who are related by blood."
Next to her sister, Sylvanas Windrunner bravely raised her head, letting her long black hair fly everywhere. She looked at the flaming sword that cut down the world with a stubborn look on her face. Even if she died, she would have to see it clearly.
Her own enemy, and for the first time, her hand took the initiative to hold the hand of Nathanos, the human ranger general beside her.
"Maris"
"Um?"
"If we survive, let's get married."
"good!"
The two people's fingers were clasped together tightly at this moment.
On the coastline outside the White Tower City Port, the orc chief Thrall felt the helpless screams of the elements. He raised his head and looked at the sword shadow in the sky. The orc was a little confused and seemed not to have expected the scene in front of him, but after a moment
, he still raised the Doomhammer. He knew that such resistance was meaningless, but if he didn't resist, it would not be the style of the orcs.
Even if it is the God of Destruction, so what?
“lok’tar ogar!!!”
Thrall's roar made Garrosh wake up from a dream. Chief Warsong felt ashamed of the fear that filled his soul just now. He gripped the Bloodhowl battle ax tightly and followed Thrall towards the giant sword that fell from the sky.
Roaring, and beside them, Vol'jin knelt on the ground and prayed to Loa, but could not get any response, only Bwonsamdi's vicissitudes of war song, so Vol'jin got the answer.
The troll pulled out the spinning knife from behind with his backhand and joined in the orcs' roar.
Dranosh, the brave orc warrior, looked at the badge left by his father in his hand. In the end, he chose to forgive him for hanging the badge around his neck, and then together with his brothers, he vented the doomsday.
The anger underneath.
“lok’tar ogar!!!”
The bearded Sun King Kael'thas usually hated the rudeness and arrogance of this group of orcs, but for a moment, the roars of those reckless orcs didn't seem so disgusting anymore.
In the roar that resounded throughout the sky, Kael'thas drew out the Flame Strike from his waist and raised the sharp blade high. There was no fear on his handsome and majestic face. At this moment, the Sun King also became
warrior.
In the White Tower City Port, Alonsos Faol looked at the shadow of the sword falling outside the window. The old man closed his eyes and finally breathed his last breath.
"If this is the future, then I'm really unwilling to accept it."
"No! This is not the future of Azeroth!"
Beside him, the diamond dwarf Muradin held his warhammer and shield tightly. The dwarf roared angrily, and the great knight Uther, who had not fought for a long time, also raised the warhammer again. He said to the dwarf:
"Yes, this is not our future! I firmly believe that!"
On Thunder Bluff, Cairn Bloodhoof drank the last cup of tea with his eyes closed, while his son Baine stood in front of his wife Meera, staring at the scene of destruction in the sky with wide eyes.
"Don't worry, Meira, we won't die, we won't! Die here! Not!"
At the top of Mount Hyjal, the Night War God Tyrande sighed feebly. Behind her, Illidan put his left hand on her shoulder, then took a step forward, blocking the way of his beloved woman and his sister-in-law, Jarod.
She also took a deep breath and held the slender waist of Shandis next to her. This action made General Yuyue's eyes widen. She looked at Jarod, who shrugged. He said something and then leaned over.
She kissed Shandis on the lips.
"How can there be regrets in the face of death?"
This sentence seemed to move Illidan, but the demon hunter hesitated for a moment and still did not turn around. Behind him, Tyrande's war-painted eyes looked at Illidan's back, his eyes full of tangles.
On the Dragon Sleeping Tower, the five dragon kings who had gone their separate ways once again stood together in rare peace, witnessing the grand scene of the destruction of the world. Dragon of War, Dragon, held a glass of wine in his hand and raised it to the sky.
"Tyrion ruined our chance to leave. Now, I, the great villain, will perish along with this world."
The Dragon of War said with regret:
"It's really his style. Even if he dies, he will drag his enemies to hell with him. He's a good opponent."
In the city of Ulduar, Mimiron raised his hand, and the wrench in his hand fell silently. Even though Mimiron had the wisest brain in Azeroth, he could not figure out the final way to survive in this doomsday.
Amidst the sound, the mechanical guardian knelt half on the ground and whispered:
"I'm sorry, Pantheon adults, we have disappointed you after all."
On the eastern continent, Stormwind City is in chaos. Members of the Supreme Council are silently waiting for the destruction to come. They are very unwilling to do so. Obviously, they have such a bright future.
At the front of the parliament hall, the disappointed Speaker Edwin Van Cleef reached out and took off his hat. He lit a cigar a little presumptuously. In the smoke, his fingers trembled a little, but
He still stood up and leaned slightly towards the MPs behind him. With a difficult smile on his face, he said:
“Everyone, it’s an honor to work with you.”
"Oh, it's just a pity that the space program has been put on the agenda and we haven't been able to see the stars yet. I'm really unwilling to do so."
The goblins in Booty Bay were throwing gold coins everywhere like crazy, but no one in the whole city leaned over to pick them up. The goblins were mixed with men and women, throwing money, roaring loudly, and singing loudly, as if
, just like the last carnival in the apocalypse.
On the high tower of Karazhan, the Archlich rubbed the ring in his hand, and he was waiting.
He knows that someone will always step forward.
As for Pandaria's Everlasting Mountain, in the Shado Temple, Zhu Taran clenched his fists, hating his lack of strength. The Supreme Gods appeared very, very calm, just like their usual postures.
The emperor Shaohao, who was in full form, was splashing ink on the Yongchun Stage, as if he was planning to complete the last scroll, while the water element Lei Shi was obediently mixing ink for the emperor's grandfather.
"Guaguagua, the world is going to be destroyed, come on, come on!"
The demigod Anzu stood on his branch and opened a door to the shadow realm with difficulty. He screamed to his wife Rukhma and his children, the few little ravens entwined with flames and storms.
:
"Go there and take shelter."
"Don't go!"
Rukhmar spread his wings to protect his child, and screamed:
"Demigods also have dignity. I will not run away and I don't want my children to grow up in the Shadow Realm!"
"Then return to Draenor quickly! As long as we fly fast enough, Destruction won't be able to catch up with us!"
In the South China Sea, the two leaders of the Aqir Empire, the Grand Queen Xak'sir and the Deconstructor Skreis, finally put aside the crazy political war between them.
In the secret room, in a solemn gesture, each other's genetic fragments were added to a strange, cold black insect egg.
It was the most perfect product created by the Aqir empire by mixing the three genes of nerubians, qirajis and mantids. The two insect rulers did not know whether this egg could escape the coming destruction.
But if the insects are lucky enough, even if the world is destroyed, this black insect egg can still sleep among the dead stars, waiting for the arrival of a new era.
The centaur Windchaser Court blew the low horn, the quilboar priests sang ancient songs, the bears gathered in the temple of Grizzly Hills, and even the voids that entered the world through N'Zoth's void door
The creatures also retreated frantically into the Shadow Realm as if their tails were burned.
This world has never been so close to destruction
"ah"
The Great Lord stood on the rocks of the tide. He looked at the Sword of Destruction that fell in the sky. At this moment, a smile suddenly appeared on his calm face, which made the Scourge Knight Velen standing next to him
I was stunned for a moment.
"At this moment, you know? Viren, I suddenly realized"
"I look a lot like Lothar back then."
"Perhaps back in Whispering Harbor, he also faced my stubbornness in despair with this attitude and mentality!"
"Shua"
After the Ashbringer fell into his hands, the high lord stretched his body, and his other two swords also jumped out of the weapon space and floated beside him, as if they were held by invisible fingers.
"Keep your home! Viren, I'll go and come back."
After saying that, the figure of the great lord rose into the sky, like a black shadow, rushing into the sky. In his soul, Apocalypse, who had always been a thorn, complained dissatisfiedly:
"Why is it always a big scene like Ashbringer? It's time for Uncle Apocalypse to show his face!"
"Shut up"
The person who refuted Apocalypse was Frostmourne, who had always been silent. But beyond the expectations of the great lord, the soul of this magic sword was actually a girl?
So, the reason why Apocalypse gets agitated every time he sees Frostmourne is actually not provocation?
“Stop making noise”
The high lord snorted, and he stretched out his hand to hold the restless Apocalypse's sword. Frostmourne also landed on the high lord's back obediently. Tyrion, who was holding two swords, raised his head and looked at the sky.
The fallen flaming sword, the power from the complete world of death, appeared so vigorously on the body of the great lord for the first time, and two wings of death that covered the world suddenly opened behind the great lord.
like a dim bat
He was getting closer and closer to the fallen sword. The flames tried to burn it, but the terrifying fire of destruction could not even get close to the great lord. What kind of flames could destroy death?
"Look! Who is that!"
Queen Valeela's scream made everyone raise their heads and look to the sky. Even Azshara couldn't help but cast her gaze on the sky of destruction.
In the scene where Tesarak's world-destroying fire enveloped the entire world, and in the surge of the flame curtain, the figure covered by black wings was so clear.
Is that a bird?
Is that an airship?
Is that an angel?
No!
That is the black death, that is the fear that makes the whole world tremble, that is the one who spreads darkness, that is Tyrion, the Blade of Dawn.
of Azeroth
Lord of Death!
What is different from the past is that this time, what follows him is not the cold death but hope.
Real hope!
"Agrama!"
"Destroyer from the stars"
"You decide the fate of living beings. You want to destroy the world in front of you. You want to destroy the rules I set."
"Bang"
Filled with the power of death, the intertwined long swords were like X-shaped pillars of darkness standing in front of the world. High in the sky, they collided fiercely with the World-Destroying Sword chopped down by the fallen Titan.
Hot and cold, strength versus strength.
The sound of weapons colliding resounded throughout the world, in the entanglement and collision of the extreme coldness and the scorching fire of destruction, in the dazzling sparks that jumped when the energy covering the sky of the entire world was annihilated, in the cheers and screams of the entire world
, in that roar of regaining hope from destruction, the whole world seemed to ring a big bell, covering up all the sounds.
Amidst the endless echoing sounds, the great lord looked at the expressionless Aggrama among the dead stars. A slightly arrogant smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he asked:
