The blood-draining instinct was activated, and a huge amount of scorching blood, the dark green magma-like blood, was frantically sucked from Agona's wounds. It was as if they had been given their own will, under Tyrion's control.
, like a dark green blood dragon, wrapped around his body.
"You bug! My blood... belongs only to me... myself!"
"Bang"
The forcibly condensed evil flames struck Tyrion's body like a sharp sword, breaking through the anti-magic shield held up by the death knight, but it failed to actually harm him.
And Agona's death struggle only goes so far. On this battlefield, it faces more than just Tyrion.
The pain erupting from every part of his body made Agona's charging movements instantly distorted. The magma that bound Gruul also loosened. The dark red light in the eyes of King Gronn, whose whole body was ignited, became increasingly unstable.
It roared and jumped in front of the struggling Abyss Lord, as ferocious as a truly enraged wild beast.
It used its sharp left claw to clasp tightly onto the abyss lord's neck, tearing apart the bone plates and skin, tearing apart the flesh and blood, and latching onto its bones. It fixed Agona's head to its chest.
, the next moment, the King of Goron waved the armor-breaking hammer in his right hand and hit Agona on the head with a crazy gesture.
"Bang"
Demonic blood spattered everywhere, and even the bones groaned under the weight.
"Bang"
The soul fire burning on the abyss lord's head suddenly went out as if a switch was turned off.
"Bang"
The sharp tip of the armor-piercing hammer pierced Agona's left eye, completely blinding the King of the Abyss.
"Bang"
This blow hit the center of the Abyss Lord's skull, causing his body to twitch nervously with the impact.
The pain of blood being drained, the dizziness of being bombarded on the skull, and the abundant life was passing away bit by bit, but Agona couldn't resist. After Gruul's fatal hammer hit, Agona's inverted triangular head was smashed so hard that it didn't look like anything.
It seemed that its struggle was getting weaker and weaker. Finally, at the moment when the controlled evil magma around it quickly returned, the life of the King of the Abyss also came to an end.
"Stop!"
Tyrion looked at the crazy Gronn King Gruul, and he shouted loudly in the connection of his soul:
"Stop!"
"roar!"
Faced with this tough order, Gruul let out an unwilling roar under his ferocious mask. It lost control! The fierce battle seemed to awaken part of the soul's memory, and it began to resist Tyrion.
This kind of resistance made the death knight frown. He waved his fingers. Under the control of Tyrion's will, the scorching demon blood wrapped around his body divided into thousands of blood beads, which were like light spots and stuck to him from all directions.
It entered Gruul's skinny body, seeped into its blood-drained body, filled every blood vessel, and then flowed rapidly.
The resistance of Gruul's soul continued. Its body was filled with blood again, making its dry and thin body full again, but the blood seeped into every bone of it under the control of Tyrion's will.
The connection point forcibly took away its ability to move, as if it had been shut down.
"What an untamed pet!"
Tyrion shook his head. He jumped off Agona's body and stood on the scorching ground where the magma lake had receded. He looked at the smashed head of the King of the Abyss. The vitality of this high-level demon was indeed tenacious. This kind of
Even under such circumstances, I can still hold on for a breath.
"You...you never know...what you will face...! I will...will come back!"
Agona, who had been drained of blood, stared at Tyrion with his remaining right eye. The latter shrugged, shook his wrist, and activated the dark red death grip. The next moment, a huge, still
The beating heart of the Lord of the Abyss fell into his hands. The Death Knight stabbed the demon blade Apocalypse into the beating heart. He looked at the Lord of the Abyss who was weakening rapidly and whispered:
"Demons will no longer be killed outside the Twisting Nether, but what surprises me is that until now, you still hope to return to the Twisting Nether and be resurrected?"
The death knight let out a chuckle.
"Don't be stupid, why do you think I cooperated with that old fox Medivh to get Apocalypse? Your soul will never go back to the Twisting Void. Your "dedication" will make the greedy Apocalypse obey again for a while. As for what I will do
Facing what...the invincible Kazak? Right, the commander of this invasion?"
Tyrion looked at the heart of the Abyss Lord that cooled rapidly in his hand and became as hard as dark red steel. He said softly:
"Go with peace of mind, Agona, your death is just the beginning. Just like I prepared a gift for you, I also prepared a gift for Kazak..."
"boom"
At the moment when Agona's last trace of life left his body, the warlocks who were protecting the legion's portal were torn to pieces by the violent Goron. The uncontrolled magic became violent. Soon, there was a sound
The explosion that shook the entire peninsula sounded on the battlefield, and the dark green light that flew into the sky seemed to ignite the entire sky. After the fire dissipated, the pale sunlight followed the torn haze and shone on Tai
On the ground in front of Ryan.
The remaining demons fled in all directions. The blood mage controlled the colossus and continued to pursue them. The death knights, led by Luminas, came to Tyrion.
There, Agona's body was like a fallen mountain. Tyrion took a broken Dark Blade flag from Luminas who was covered in blood. Under the quiet gaze of the surviving death knights,
The great lord took a step forward, turned around, and placed the magic blade in his hand on the corpse at his feet.
He looked at his soldiers, and then raised the black broken blade flag in his hand high in the pale sunlight.
There were no cheers, no tears in the eyes, no prayers of thanksgiving...there was just the cold silence and dead silence like the time of punishment. This was a victory for the undead!
The fluttering flag represents the hard-won victory of the Dark Blade. It also represents the unconcealable...failure of the demon vanguard army that invaded Hellfire Peninsula!
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Like the relationship between the Corruptor Sasovar and the tragically dead Joke Lord Vargas, the King of the Abyss Agona also has his own lieutenant, the Abyss Lord named Magtheridon. This guy is the same as Vargas.
It is a fifth-level demon commander, belonging to the weakest level of high-level demons. Its combat effectiveness is somewhat inferior, but it is obviously enough to deal with miscellaneous soldiers.
While the King of the Abyss was marching his army to seize the Hellfire Peninsula, which was most important to the legion, his adjutant Magtheridon also led a demon legion into the swampy Zangar Sea, hoping to break through Tyrei
Dor's defense ended up colliding head-on with the Draenei Legion stationed here, but this battlefield, both in terms of fighting intensity and the number of participants, was far less than that of Hellfire Peninsula.
But the draenei people are still fighting very hard. There is no way. They are different from the undead. Even after making the decision and will to resist resolutely, every draenei warrior who dies will make the prophet Velen extremely painful.
After endless disasters, the number of surviving tribesmen is too small...
The prophet stood alone on the top of Teledor. Behind him, the ecological airship suspended in the sky was one of the four airships that survived the fall of the Draenei 200 years ago. It was quickly gathering Teledor.
and draenei civilians living nearby, and move them to a safe place.
The Great Defender Maraad led the draenei warriors and armed civilians who could participate in the battle to fight against the demons' attack. Fortunately, Zangarhai was turning into a swamp. The environment here was very humid, and the demons were good at it.
The effect of the fire magic was suppressed to a very low level, and the poor terrain here could not allow too many demons to rush in at once. Taking advantage of the terrain, the Draenei warriors could barely resist.
"Maraad..."
The prophet looked at the battlefield. In the center of the battlefield, he was wearing a red armor inlaid with gems and holding a purple crystal hammer wrapped in holy light. The great defender was wearing a conspicuous red cloak. Velen knew that Maraad was not a person who liked
The one who stands out in the limelight, wearing that cloak, can become a source of courage and confidence in the eyes of the draenei warriors.
"Come on, warriors!"
The face of the great defender was already covered with blood. He knocked over the roaring demon of destruction in front of him with a hammer. The scorching holy light spurted out from under his feet, covering the surrounding ground with scorching light, just like a real
In the holy land, the demons who rushed over in the floating shadows would scream with scorching heat, causing them to retreat in terror. Maraad was already very tired, but he still waved his weapon and rushed towards Teledor.
Every position outside that needs to be defended.
Inspired by his selfless heroism, the draenei civilians held their weapons and followed the red cloak with roars. Wherever Maraad went, they would rush in that direction crazily. These were just weapons the day before.
The people, ordinary farmers, became incredibly brave after their inner courage was inspired.
"Even in Argus..."
The prophet held up the shield of holy light to protect the people evacuating behind him. He looked at the great defender and murmured to himself:
"If we were still on Argus, Maraad, there is no doubt that you would be the best successor to the Consul... True victory is never a humble life, Maraad, you taught me.
..The real victory is..."
"Prophet! Prophet!"
A somewhat childish voice interrupted the prophet's thinking. He lowered his head and saw a little girl in a blue skirt timidly holding on to her robe. The chosen people of the Holy Light who were responsible for guarding the prophet watched this.
The child who suddenly ran over interrupted the prophet's thinking. He hurriedly stepped forward to take her away, but the prophet reached out to stop her.
Velen looked at the child. As a prophet, he could see that there was a vague light and shadow on the child, which he could not see clearly. It was like the touch he usually felt when watching the phantom of the future, and the swaying
The light represented that the little daughter's future could not be predicted, which surprised the prophet.
The little girl was holding a worn-out bear doll in her hand. Her big eyes were full of tears. She sniffed and said:
"Prophet, everyone... everyone... says you are very kind. Can you help me find my father? I can't find him."
The child seemed to have been separated from his family, the prophet thought. He reached out and patted the little girl on the head, and asked softly:
"Of course, what is your name, my child?"
"My...my name is...Dornan."
The little girl felt the gentleness in the prophet's words. She was encouraged, so she stood beside the prophet, pointed to the positions outside Teredor, and said in a sweet voice:
"My father is there. He and Mr. Maraad went to fight the devil. Can you help me find him? Lord Prophet?"
As soon as the little Draenei girl Dornan finished speaking, a huge abyss lord laughed wildly and waved his halberd, arrogantly breaking through the defense line of the mechanical guards. Maraad raised his war hammer and rushed towards the abyss lord. He was there
The Abyss Lord looked like a small insect before his eyes, but he still did not retreat. His whole body was wrapped with the radiance of the Holy Light, and he fought desperately with the Abyss Lord.
Behind him, civilian armed warriors were bathed in the light of the holy light. They roared and charged forward, but they still could not stop the demons pouring out of the gap opened by the abyss lord, and the battle line suddenly retreated.
Velen's eyes narrowed, he picked up the girl at his feet, and shouted to the Holy Light Chosen behind him:
"Escort our people away quickly! I'll... I'll stop them!"
As he spoke, a thick barrier of holy light shining with golden light enveloped Teledor, blocking the demons from advancing. The prophet took a deep breath and handed the little girl in his arms behind him.
A warrior, Dornan firmly grabbed the prophet's robe at this moment and screamed:
"I won't leave! The prophet will protect me. I want to go with him to find my father!"
After saying that, Dornan raised her head and looked at the old prophet. There were still tears on her cheeks. She looked at Velen like a kitten and asked in a low voice:
"You will protect me, right? Lord Prophet?"
"Aren't you afraid?"
The prophet looked at the demons rushing towards him and asked softly:
"Little Dornan, aren't you afraid of those demons?"
The little girl stretched out her head and glanced at the ferocious demon rushing towards her, the monster whose whole body was wrapped in flames. She was so frightened that she quickly retracted her head, but still gritted her teeth and said:
"You will protect me, I...I'm not afraid!"
This scene of Dornan holding on to his courage and unwilling to leave made Viren fall into a strong sense of déjà vu. Ten years ago, at the Karabo Temple, the people he protected also trusted him in this way, but
He ultimately failed them.
"Yrel..."
Willen muttered the name silently, closing his eyes. When those wise eyes opened again, those eyes were already filled with perseverance that had not appeared for a long time. He reached out and put Dornan on the ground and patted him.
He patted the little girl on the head and said with a gentle smile:
"Of course...I will protect you. This is my responsibility and this is my mission!"
Velen turned back and looked at the demons that were about to surround Teledor. He tightened his grip on the staff of the Redeemer. The prophet looked back at the civilians under the eco-ship who had not yet had time to evacuate.
He had voluntarily taken up arms and was bidding farewell to his children and relatives.
From the eyes of the people, he saw the anger and suppressed flames beating in the eyes of the escapees... The Draenei have escaped for too long. If they continue to escape, the will of the entire race will be destroyed.
"Real victory is never about living in a coquettish way... Real victory is about inspiring the courage in the people's hearts..."
"Buzz"
The buzzing sound without warning resounded throughout Teledor and Zangarmarsh at this moment. Forced into a corner by Magtheridon, the exhausted Grand Guardsman leaned on his weapon with difficulty and turned around.
It looked like, behind him, a pillar of holy light that penetrated the sky and the earth illuminated the entire battlefield of Teledor like a blazing flame, and the scorching and sacred energy swept across the entire battlefield like a storm.
In the golden light curtain, the low-level demons were burned to death, and the high-level demons screamed and fled, and the light gathered on the bodies of every tired warrior, and their broken armors were rendered with sacred runes.
, endless power and holy light were injected into their bodies. In the hottest core of the holy light, the prophet's hand, which was almost completely integrated with the light, held the little girl's hand. Like the incarnation of the holy light, he raised his hand high.
of staff.
Wishes of holy sparks twined around his body, and then he shouted in a low, determined voice:
"Draenei warriors! Advance! Fight back! The Holy Light is with you!"
