Across the entire world of Azeroth, all demons are in defeat.
The reason why these chaotic creatures can continue to fight despite horrific casualties is because their gods are watching them. The breath of the dark titan is like the most terrifying will of the gods. As long as the breath is still there, the demons will not dare to do anything.
A little weak.
In the Burning Legion, the Dark Titan Sargeras is not a benevolent commander. He hates failure. The consequences that losers may encounter in the Legion make even demons with rough natures feel fear.
But now, Sargeras' aura has disappeared.
The gods of the demons have left the star field that they swore to destroy, which means that
The invincible Dark Titan failed!
It lost!
Even the gods lost
With this horrific result, how can the demons not feel fear from the bottom of their hearts?
The golden sunshine pierced the vast darkness of Azeroth like a sharp arrow. In that warm light, on the land of Pandaria, Old Chen, who was covered in blood, led the monks of the black guards, and fought in the Four Winds.
The retreating demons are being chased on the land of the valley.
The monks let out loud cheers. They chased the sea of demons who had abandoned their armor, knocking those demons who didn't even dare to look back to the ground. They vented their inner ecstasy and pride wantonly, even on weekdays.
The low-key Qianmoke farmers, the Pandaren farmers, and the naughty hozens all rode their domesticated goats, waving shovels and hoes, and followed the monks in pursuit.
Everyone shouted in the sunshine, they fought back the doomsday! They won!
Above the sky, the pandaren knights of the Cloud Dragon Knights looked towards the earth. The rolling black tide composed of demons was like a receding tide, gathering back to where they came from from all directions.
Those legion gates standing under the dragon's spine, those gates of destruction burning with blazing flames, brought horrific despair when the war began. But now, they are symbols of the end of despair.
The newly resurrected demigod of the wilderness, the Monkey King, the leader of the hozens, this powerful hozen stretched out his power. It became as tall as a giant. In a festive cheer, the Monkey King raised the fighting staff in his hand, as if it collapsed
Like the peak of the mountain, it slammed into the tide of demons under the Panlong Spine, completely destroying the Burning Legion Gate, and making the demons cry for their fathers and mothers.
"Win! Win!"
This huge hozen scratched its head and ears with joy. It even danced happily, which made the pandas in the Valley of the Four Winds laugh. And behind, halfway up the mountain, Jarod Shadowsong, who had always
The steady elf commander also let himself go in the ecstasy of his heart at this moment. He was like those young people, like the optimistic pandas, drinking hard liquor and congratulating everyone around him on the victory.
.
The entire Valley of the Four Winds, the entire Pandaria, and even the entire world resounded with cheers.
In the center of the Endless Sea, on the isolated island of Azsuna, in the demon palace of Faronar, a special surrender ceremony is also taking place.
"Pa"
A whip made of demon skulls fell to the ground, and the high-level eredar demon Ms. Fthrax lazily waved her hand. The insect whisperer demon standing next to her flattered the lady's dropped bone whip.
Pick it up and present it to your master with both hands.
The arrogant demon queen looked at the high-level demons in front of her with disdain. Her identity at this time was to represent the demon star sea empire jointly established by the Eredar demons and the Nasrezim demons.
The ambassador of Azeroth. She snorted indifferently, played with her nails, and said:
"You suffered a huge defeat in Azeroth, and the Dark Titan also lost. You must understand your situation. You are the losers of the Burning Legion."
Admiral Foslax rolled her eyes, and she said again:
"And we have received news that the Burning Crusade has completely failed. Lord Sargeras has decided to abandon this wrong plan. In other words, you have nowhere to go, and the entire Azeroth is hunting you down!"
"And in this world, the only one who has the ability to protect you is our Demon Empire. But our Demon Empire is different from the Burning Legion. We are not wanted by just any cat or dog."
Fuslax's words made the several high-level demons standing in front of her tremble.
Although in terms of strength, Fothrax is certainly no match for these high-level demons who have joined forces, the current situation is very dangerous. The Titans and Death Gods of Azeroth have returned, and the demons may not be afraid of those mortals.
But facing the Titans and the God of Death, if they continue to resist, there is only one way to die.
Demons are also lives, and they also want to live in the face of death.
"So be it."
Fothrax clicked her fingers. This Eredar demon showed no shame as a betrayer. She pretended to think deeply for a moment, and then said proudly:
"Prove your sincerity first."
"I will propose an armistice agreement to all forces in Azeroth in the name of the Demonic Empire's governing body, but you! Listen, this is your last chance. Within a week, you will take all the major stocks in the world.
The demons have gathered together, and the transformation of the world on Nasreza's side requires a lot of labor."
"How about it?"
Vothrax sat up straight, like a real demon queen, and asked with a frosty face:
"Do you agree?"
The high-level demons below the Demon King's Court looked at me and I looked at you, but in the end, no one dared to object. The Burning Crusade was about to end, and the Dark Titan did not pay attention to the demons at all. The decline of the Burning Legion
It's already a done deal.
They must find a good home for themselves.
"We won!"
Arthas, who had just walked out of the cemetery, heard the cheers from the still burning city. In the sky above him, the winged demons quickly rushed out of the battlefield. The griffon knights and the Germans
The Ruids were chasing them, and sporadic gunshots rang out in the city. But before Alsace's eyes, the golden sunlight dispelled the darkness like a waterfall, making him feel a sense of peace of mind.
the war is over
The Grand Duke subconsciously raised his hands and let out a loud shout. The joy in his heart had nowhere to go, so the next moment, he turned around, and with the surge of emotions in his heart, he hugged his wife,
When Archmage Jaina was caught off guard and stunned, their lips kissed together.
Beside them, the soldiers who survived the hard battle also surrounded their commander and cheered continuously, with good-natured laughter and whistles.
This made Jaina blush with embarrassment, but in the face of a hard-won victory, no amount of catharsis could be exaggerated.
Amidst the rumbling sound, the Emperor's car, the Skyfire, a severely damaged but still able to fly airship, rushed into the sky. Varian, who had changed his armor, was holding the War Destroyer, and he was still stained with blood.
The blood-stained face was full of smiles, and he kept waving to the people below. The people also shouted the emperor's name and waved the broken battle flags in their hands. The mages used their last magic power to wave in the sky above the White Tower City Port.
Magic fireworks representing victory are sprinkled in it.
Cities and cities have almost been reduced to ruins, and they no longer have the glory and majesty they once had. But as long as people are still there, there is still hope for everything.
Varian landed in front of the Cathedral of the Holy Light, which had half of its dome blown off, and the Holy Light Pope Chaldea, whose face was covered in black and gray, greeted him there.
The moment Varian fell, a red figure rushed into his arms. Valeela hugged her husband tightly. She had seen Varian rushing towards the falling Gorribol sword from the sky.
At that moment, she thought that she was going to lose him forever.
"It's okay! Don't cry, it's okay."
Varian comforted his wife and said softly:
“Everything is fine!”
Valeera sniffed, wiped her tears, showed a smile to Varian, and then turned sideways. As Varian looked at him, a white dress caught his eye. Under the sun,
Queen Tiffany, wearing a white dress and holding an umbrella, was right in front of him. In the queen's blood-red eyes, there was also a hint of worry and joy that could not be concealed.
Varian subconsciously took a few steps forward. He stretched out his hand and hugged his queen. The two looked at each other, full of intoxicating tenderness.
Behind them, Valeela stood there with a slight regret. She knew that she could never have everything Varian had. In the emperor's heart, there was always a piece of pure land that belonged to the woman in front of him.
But the next moment, Varian and Tiffany turned back at the same time. The emperor holding the queen had a smile on his face, and the queen waved to Valeera. The master assassin was stunned for a moment, but then, on her face,
Then there was a smile.
She took a step forward and stood on Varian's other side
"Oh, so many people died."
In Stormwind City, the capital of the Federal District, in the parliament hall where the smell of gunpowder smoke still lingered, the pot-bellied Speaker Edwin Van Cleef sat weakly in his chair. In the previous battles, he was also a warrior, but
As a result of not exercising for many years and allowing his martial arts to slack off, he died 11 times in a row during the battle to defend Stormwind City, almost to the point of being unable to be saved.
In Van Cleef's hands was a rough casualty report. The red numbers representing the casualties gave Van Cleef a shocking feeling.
Even with the blessing of the power of death, not every soul can survive that painful and terrifying battle. Just a rough estimate, this battle has wiped out the population growth of the federation in the past five years and reduced the population base of the entire federation.
, was directly cut off by one-seventh.
This can no longer be said to be a traumatic loss. This is simply a stab in the heart of the Federation, which is already showing signs of excessive blood loss.
but
At least they won.
This heavy price is worth it. After this battle, the entire Federation, and even the entire world of Azeroth, no longer have difficulties that hinder development. As long as they can survive this difficult time, then the road ahead for them is
Smooth sailing.
They have already set foot on the starting point of this bright road, and they truly have a future.
The Speaker stood by the window, which was dilapidated like post-war ruins. He looked at the carnival crowd outside the window, and there was a sincere smile on his face.
Let’s talk about these heavy things later.
Now enjoy this hard-won glory of victory.
"I hate you! You're a liar!"
On the top of Mount Hyjal, Yuna held the crystal in her hand and screamed with a rare and truly angry gesture:
"You clearly said you would help! But we almost died! Just a little bit!"
Facing Yuna's accusation, the crystal trembled steadily. After a moment, a slightly distorted, but very rich, and magnetic male voice came out from it. There was a touch of laziness in the voice.
The mysterious voice said to Yuna:
"No, no, no, little fool, what I'm telling you is that after the story is over, I will help you. But you have to understand that the story is not over yet, and I can't intervene yet. But, I have seen the ending, and I know
, you can get through it."
After finishing speaking, he said without waiting for Yuna to refute:
"Before Mr. Tyrion finds out, please send Banner back. Don't come here rashly in the near future. Little Yuna, that bitch of Death has noticed you. Be careful. I also want to help Tyrion."
Please make some small preparations for Your Excellency Ryan's future 'visit'."
"I can see that being a great bet."
"I hate you! Cyber!"
Yuna saw that the mysterious man across the way stopped talking. She sniffed and screamed:
"Next time you have to cook me a big meal yourself! Otherwise I will never forgive you again! I swear!"
Well, it seems that Yuna-sama’s big secret has not been exposed so far.
In the Death World, in the Castle of Solitude, the great lord who returned from the Death Star Sea walked quietly in his castle. When he opened the door to his room, he saw a gorgeously decorated coffin.
This brought a smile to the corner of the big lord's mouth. He stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and gently pushed the coffin away. In the coffin, Alleria Windrunner, who looked like Sleeping Beauty, had her eyes closed.
Lying in it feels like truly sleeping.
The Blood Mistress also joined in the interception of Gribor before, and her blood body was completely destroyed. But fortunately, there are too many ways for Sarain at her level to complete her own recovery, and it is not
The great lord needs to worry extra.
Tyrion looked at his sleeping wife in the coffin. She was still as beautiful as he remembered. In the past, this stupid woman had been by his side and spent so many years with him.
He reached out his hand and gently touched the blood-colored hair of the Blood Mistress. He lowered his head, kissed Alleria gently on her forehead, and then said in her ear:
"Dear, I'm back"
"The most beautiful and best dawn has come"
"The perfect era I promised you has arrived. Open your eyes and look at it."
"No! Don't! I'm angry!"
The Blood Mistress closed her eyes. She was like the little girl at Windrunner Manor, pouting and snorting, and she said:
"I died once and you didn't care about me at all."
Facing Alleria, who was rarely acting like a child, the great lord smiled tenderly. He turned over and lay down in the coffin of the Blood Mistress. He leaned next to Alleria, and for the first time he didn't feel anything.
He stretched out without scruples and without caring about his appearance. He closed his eyes and said softly:
"I was wrong"
"so"
"Let me use the rest of my life to make it up to you."
