The Hellfire Peninsula had been quiet for a few days before it was shrouded in commotion. In the land and ocean between the Pool of Agona and the Throne of Kil'jaeden, the demons from the demon star Marton seemed to be migrating.
Like a herd of deer, they crowded together and chased in the direction of the retreat of the undead. This kind of defeat was like conquering millions of worlds, allowing these demons to regain the madness that should be expected of a destroyer.
Looking at the demons rushing between the sky and the earth, as well as the spells thrown out by the warlocks, Tyrion, standing on the hill behind the Agona Pond, reached out and brushed the gray hair on his temples.
From his position, he could clearly see the presence of the demons commanding him from behind, the tall and fierce Lord of Doom.
That was Kazak, whose iconic appearance and huge broad-bladed sword in his hand made Tyrion recognize it immediately.
But the Death Knight is not panicking, and he has no reason to panic. Behind him stands the golden Breath of Rukhmar, and this sophisticated energy weapon has been installed in place.
"There are always some beings who are so wanton and like to come and destroy the precious things that others have held on to for a long time..."
Tyrion stretched out his left hand and grabbed the joystick of Rukhma's Breath. The golden bird shell suddenly opened at this moment, and the sunlight collector polished by a single piece of Apexis crystal began to shine, and at that moment
, the pale sunlight over the Hellfire Peninsula was gathered up, just like it did in the Farallon Plains.
It was like a pale pillar of light connecting heaven and earth, beating with dazzling and deadly light.
The death knight adjusts the sight of Rukhmar's Breath. This thing is like the crosshair of a low-end version of an FPS game in another world. However, according to Rogelio and Severn, this is the pinnacle of the arakkoa civilization.
Energy weapons are actually projectile!
In less than 5 seconds, the death gronn carrying Rukhma's breath screamed. The temperature on the hillside was rising rapidly, and soon reached the limit that flesh and blood could bear. The death knight held up a huge anti-magic
The shield wrapped both himself and Gronn in it, and only then did the trembling Death Gronn calm down again.
White smoke was already coming out of his hands grasping the joystick. The disadvantages of this energy weapon made by the Crow Man were as great as its advantages. No wonder it was only fired twice from the time it was made to the time it completely disappeared.
The extreme heat is simply unbearable for flesh and blood creatures.
On the bird-headed statue in front of Rukhma's Breath, two pure sun crystals were filled with white-gold light, like artillery ready to go. After roughly aiming at Kazzak's direction, Tyrion
He narrowed his eyes and flicked his fingers on the buttons:
"Yes, I'm talking about you, demons... You villains who like to cause wanton destruction and destruction. The pain and screams of the victims will make you happy. Destruction and killing will make you indulge. Slaughter and annihilation are what you were born for.
The only meaning is, you see, I know you better than anyone else!"
In this moment of solitude, facing the thousands of troops in front of him, Tyrion muttered to himself like a neurotic, a ferocious smile appeared on his face, and his fingers pressed hard at the next moment.
button.
"But luckily...me too, you want a massacre?"
"Then I'll give it to you!"
"boom"
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The moment Kazzak appeared in the portal, Prophet Velen, who was standing on top of the distant Hellfire Fortress, clenched the staff in his hand. He had seen this dark red winged demon before.
He's seen it!
In the most terrifying nightmare... on the day Argus fell, on the day the Dark Titan appeared on Argus, it was it that stood beside the God of Darkness, and it was it that raised its weapon and killed innocent people.
His blood was spilled all over that once beautiful world.
After it started killing, endless demons rushed from the sky to the ground, like dark green flames, shattering all the will and determination of the Eredar people... Since then, Argus has been beaten
Broken spine.
"The doomsday...the demon lord who brings the doomsday..."
Viren whispered:
"Kazak!"
"Bring your leader back, he can't deal with this demon!"
The prophet turned his head and said seriously to the blood mage standing next to him:
"This is one of the most powerful demon lords in the Burning Legion besides Archimonde and Kil'jaeden. Even I..."
"Shut up and watch quietly, Prophet!"
Grokush, who rushed back from Nagrand, interrupted the prophet's persuasion very rudely. The tall orc folded his arms and looked in the direction of the Agona Pond. His eyes moistened by the energy of death made it clear to him.
When he saw the fighting taking place on that side, a sharp light flashed in his gray eyes.
"Tyrion never does anything he is not sure of! Since he dares to go to fight alone, it means he is sure!"
And it's not just Grokush who is stationed here, beside him, Rogelio, Severn, Autumn, and even Saurfang, who has never participated in these things, are among them.
The unarmed Death Lords of the Dark Blade Knights are staying here, and behind the Hellfire Fortress, the Serent Legion from Talador and the Yrel Legion from Arak have also arrived, plus the Hellfire Guards
The remaining troops under the command of Legion Luminas and the Screamer Legion in the sky. This time, the Dark Blade Knights have used all their cards.
What else did the prophet want to say? He didn't understand why these death knights had so much confidence in Tyrion's crazy adventure. He also didn't understand why these undead would retreat to their positions and clear up large chunks of strategic locations.
Give it up to the devils.
Tyrion invited him to share the victory, but in the current situation, let alone victory, whether he could survive the first wave of attacks from the demon army was a question.
"You guys are just... crazy."
The Prophet felt that he had been fooled. He even suspected that these undead souls had defected to the Burning Legion and wanted to sell him to Kil'jaeden. But just as he was about to turn around and leave, a bright beam of light suddenly appeared.
Behind the Pool of Agona, the pale sunlight in the sky of Hellfire Peninsula seemed to be completely converged at this moment, and all of it was poured into that place.
Velen subconsciously narrowed his eyes. This scene also made the charging demons freeze for a moment, and just a few seconds later, two white-gold rays of light erupted from the Pool of Agona, where Tyrion was standing.
Flashing away, like a sharp arrow piercing the hustle and bustle, or like a burst of fire in the darkness.
One second everything was normal, and the next second, the eyes of everyone standing on the Hellfire Fortress were obscured by dazzling light. Even the prophet felt the sting in his eyes and the anxiety rushing towards his face, like a super huge amount of energy.
It was as if the energy completely exploded in an instant, but strangely, this explosion was silent. In the silence, destruction rushed towards us.
"哐"
The scorching magazine of Rukhma's Breath was ejected, and the perfectly processed Apexis crystal column placed in it had completely melted into liquid, just like special ammunition for firearms, but Tyrion regarded it as
The secret weapon Rukhma's Breath emits not the crystal itself, but the sunlight gathered by this mysterious crystal through a special method.
The death knight stretched out his hand, and the thick frost storm froze the liquid crystal. The biting frost covered the outer shell of Rukhmar's Breath with high temperature layer by layer. The layers of high-temperature steam quickly evaporated, Tai
This is a terrible way for Rhion to forcefully cool down the weapon.
He raised his head, and this test shot hit the center of the demon camp. The sky fire ignited by the sunlight rays cut off the demon army front and back within a few seconds. Almost one fifth of the nearly 10,000 demons were killed.
There were no bones left in an instant, and the remaining ones were in a state of daze and temporary blindness. This silent attack was like a stick hitting the top of the demon's head, knocking them out.
Yes, demons do generally have strong fire resistance, but the problem is that Rukhma's Breath not only emits simple high-temperature rays, it also has certain sacred attributes.
It is similar to the fire of holy light that tends to burn, and the temperature reaches a certain level, even the devil cannot bear it.
But this is just a test shot.
"Kaka"
Another crystal was stuffed into the magazine of Rukhmar's Breath. After correcting the impact point, this Tyrion shot was aimed at the Doom Lord standing behind the demon army... Kazzak!
The death knight has never been naive enough to want to defeat the endless demon legions with an ancient weapon, but as he once said, as long as the leader is killed, the threat of these demons gathered together will disappear instantly.
time dropped by at least half.
"What is that!"
The first sunlight ray did not hit Kazzak, but when the powerful Lord of Doom saw that one-fifth of the demons under his command died, he immediately felt the threat of that thing. The thick giant sword was grabbed, and Doomsday
The lord flapped his wings and was about to fly up to personally eliminate that huge threat.
But the moment it spread its wings and flew up, behind it, a rift in the Shadow Realm suddenly opened, and the energy like dark claws imprisoned the Doom Lord in mid-air, accompanied by a bird-like sound.
Neighing.
"Thanks, Anzu!"
Tyrion shouted, and the next moment, the platinum sun rays were activated again. This time... the two rays accurately wrapped the sky around Kazzak. In the package of scorching sky fire, the Lord of Doom
The screams suddenly resounded throughout the Hellfire Peninsula.
Hit the target!
"Kaka"
Another rapid reloading and reloading, the thick frost caused tiny cracks to appear on the golden shell on the surface of Rukhma's Breath. This ancient energy weapon was not designed to be fired continuously. Every time
There must be a long interval between shots, and the huge heat accumulated during continuous shots is not something the operator can withstand. Even metal will be completely melted.
But the death knight who entered the form of the magic mark was surrounded by thick death energy. He used self-consumption to make this ancient weapon glow with unprecedented ferocity. It was the sharpest long sword of the ancient arakkoa civilization.
, thousands of years later, the world was once again being used to protect their descendants. If the ancestors of the Crow people knew about it, they would probably feel relieved.
"boom"
The bursting evil energy storm, under the dance of Kazzak, extinguished all the sun fire ignited on his body. The Doom Lord's armor has completely melted, and molten iron seeped into its dry body, making the Doom Lord feel pain every time he moves.
And its left leg was burned to pieces by the terrible ray. It raised its left hand, and only one-third of the huge broad-bladed sword in its hand was left. Even the devil's blade was burned by the scorching heat like the sun.
melted.
"You didn't kill me! You...you deserve to die!"
Kazzak roared and controlled the magical wind. It waved the broken blade and crossed the sky above the Agona Pond, which had become as dry as a desert. The dark green evil fire wrapped around it like a thick cloud.
With the same halo, the demon lord was already extremely angry.
And just when it was less than 500 meters away from Tyrion, the death knight stood up and put his right finger on the button. He opened his left hand and waved towards Kazak.
shouted:
"The powerful Lord of Doom, my friend Kazak..., this is our first meeting, why don't you smile?"
"???"
Kazak's eyes widened. The next moment, amid the wail of the weird golden metal instrument, the violent scorching rays came towards his face in a scattering way, exploding the world in front of him in a way of light spots.
, dyed into a grayish white gold color.
"boom"
When the white-gold flames rose into the sky for the third time, Grokush, who was standing on the Hellfire Fortress, grabbed the battle ax in his hand. The other death lords also got on their mounts. Behind the Hellfire Fortress, three
The legion and the arakkoa screamers in the sky all started to move, as if the war machine had been turned on.
"You, what are you going to do?"
The prophet asked loudly. Grokush looked back and said in a deep voice:
"Tyrion is calling us, he said... The demon lord has been seriously injured, and the incoming legions are leaderless. The time for war and victory has come. As long as the last portal is closed, the world can be bathed in the supreme power.
In glory, in short, it’s our turn to enter!”
"Oh, by the way, I forgot that you are a living person... You can't hear this undead's declaration of war, but if you are willing to go with us, you might be able to chop off the demon lord's head with your own hands.
..I can see that you hate it."
The death knight grabbed the reins of the death raven and waved to the prophet:
"Mr. Velen and the draenei warriors you represent, do you want to walk with the dead?"
