Strange-smelling rain fell in the sky of Hellfire Peninsula, with a hint of unpleasant smell. This was the seawater evaporated by Rukhmar's Breath three times, condensing in the sky of Hellfire Peninsula, and falling a heavy rain.
Countless raindrops slapped crazily on the land in the north of the already desolate Hellfire Peninsula. The rain fell on the ground that had completely become a desert, and was sucked dry in an instant. This thirsty land is like those dry
Like a thirsty and desperate demon, he was breathing desperately, shouting, and fighting.
A golden flash suddenly lit up in mid-air, like a sharp blade being unsheathed.
"Whoosh..."
The dark red behemoth fell from the sky, spinning in the air, and even made a low whistling sound. It seemed to be a creature, with a ferocious face stained with green blood, and only the left half of the mighty wings behind it remained.
The right half was torn off by some kind of magic.
"Bang"
It hit the heavily deserted ground of Agona Pond hard and awkwardly. While it was dazed, it propped up its body with the broken hilt of the sword, but its left leg had completely disappeared from the knee down.
The scorching fire of the Holy Light wrapped around the wound and collided with the thick evil energy in the body, causing sparks of energy to scatter.
The huge death ravens roared on the battlefield. They opened their mouths, and the strange sound rays penetrated the group of demons flying in the air, making them dizzy. In the meantime, the screamers of the arakkoa came roaring.
Then they waved their sharp wing blades, just like the sky knights who crisscrossed each other in the air and fought with bayonets at the shortest distance. The frost storms often flashed past, and many soldiers who lost their lives were sparsely dropped from both sides.
The same goes for the war on the ground. Under the attack of the draenei's forbidden demon ship that rushed in, the semi-permanent portal of Kil'jaeden's throne has been forced to close, and the first batch of 100,000 people who followed the Doom Lord came.
The demons, like their forerunners, were caught in an endless struggle with the undead. This time the situation was even worse, because at the beginning of the battle, the undead side released an unstoppable undead colossus.
At the northernmost seaside of the battlefield, the cold and fishy rain slapped the body of the Lord of Doom wantonly, and was quickly evaporated by the scorching heat. Layers of white smoke wrapped around Kazak's body, and his muscles were swollen.
On Zhang's chest and abdomen, the wounds pierced by the scorching sun rays have been carbonized, and bones intertwined with flesh and blood can even be seen from the wounds. Such horrific injuries, even with his strong physical fitness and self-healing power, can't be repaired.
It was said that he was absolutely seriously injured.
And when the huge and dangerous Lord of Doom leaned on the weathered rocks and staggered up his body, the pursuers with murderous intent and hatred also fell from the sky one by one, like a ring.
Like a siege net, it was trapped on this deserted beach.
Maybe this...will be the place where it dies.
Tyrion, the death knight holding a demon blade, Velen, the draenei prophet whose whole body is wrapped in holy light, two imposing orc death lords, and two deaths holding war bows aiming at a distance.
The lord, and finally two blood mages who use strange magic.
Looking at his opponents, the Lord of Doom snorted disdainfully. In normal times, each of these guys would be easily defeated by it. That is to say, Prophet Velen is more difficult to deal with, but now, the tiger falls in Pingyang, and is defeated by a group of
Dirty wild dogs as prey.
"How ironic!"
Kazak's voice sounded, and the deep irritability in it was easily reminiscent of the endless burning flames. It turned its head and looked at the pursuers who were watching eagerly around it, and said in a vicious voice:
"I didn't expect that I would be pushed to this extent by a group of despicable rats on this day."
It clenched its claws, and a ball of dark green evil fire burned blazingly in its palm, and then quickly wrapped around its body, making it look like a burning torch.
"The weakness of the Burning Legion, which relies heavily on portals to fight, is so obvious..."
Tyrion waved the magic blade in his hand, and streaks of sharp black light blades swayed in the air. Perhaps he felt that another powerful soul was about to be captured. This unruly magic blade was very powerful at this moment.
It is docile and will even take the initiative to "lend" its power to Tyrion. It is obvious that it is eager for the demon soul in front of it, extremely, very eager!
"What I'm more curious about is why no world can grasp this fatal weakness during your invasion."
The death knight looked at the seriously injured Doom Lord and asked softly:
"I thought that the defeat you encountered in Azeroth 10,000 years ago would make you more alert, but I didn't expect that 10,000 years later, the demons are still playing the same old tricks... Without the portal, the terrible burning
The Legion is nothing more than that..."
"You humble rat! How dare you despise the Legion!"
Kazzak roared and took a step forward. The energy blade extending from the broken blade of his hand struck Tyrion head-on. It was like an irresistible giant blow, but at the moment the blade fell,
, the Lord of the Dark Blade clenched his left hand, as if he was grasping something. The moment the five fingers suddenly closed together, shocking dark green blood suddenly spurted out from Kazzak's body wrapped in flames.
.
The pain of blood-draining caused the Doom Lord's attack movements to be distorted in an instant, and at the moment when its war blade brushed against Tyrion's slash, Grokush and Safarul jumped from the ground at the same time.
Suddenly, the former's battle ax struck the Lord of Doom's arm with a roaring dark red halo, while the latter's battle ax was even more deadly, heading straight for the Lord of Doom's neck.
"Puff"
With two muffled sounds, Kazak's body suffered heavy damage again. Amid this cold threat, it waved the sharp blade in its hand wildly, and dangerous magic was thrown out in all directions like a barrage.
The halo of flames and burning magic seem very powerful, and each shot can easily annihilate the best warrior. But on Tyrion's side, there is the most legendary priest under the starry sky. In Prophet Velen
Under the protection of the holy light, the death knights do not need to worry about the dangerous magic falling from the sky. Although the holy light will burn their bodies, compared with victory, this is a completely bearable pain and price.
"puff"
As the two orcs worked together to kill, Kazzak's left claw was brutally chopped off, and the sharp, frosty bone arrows pierced into its chest and skull one by one. The pain was so painful.
Such humiliation caused the Doom Lord to roar in desperation and erupted into an all-devouring fel storm. The orcs quickly retreated, while Tyrion stepped forward at the wrong step.
Dark red death energy exploded around his body, turning into huge black wings in the air. When they suddenly unfolded, they were like the thickest shield, blocking all the evil energy storm poured out by Kazzak.
At the moment when the dark green flames slowed down, the sharp blade broke through the flames. The remaining dark wings behind the Death Knight flapped, knocking the Doom Lord to the ground, just like the collapse of a mountain.
While Zach was defending with his arms crossed, Tyrion, who was stepping on its chest, held a heavy sword behind his back with both hands, and stabbed the magic sword into its heart with precision and cruelty.
"puff"
The hottest demon blood was flying everywhere. After being pierced through the heart, the essence of the demon blood of the Lord of Doom enveloped Tyrion's entire body. The explosive liquid splashed on the death knight's body.
It melted his armor like lava, and his skin turned dark red as if Tyrion was thrown into boiling water.
The death knight endured the pain. As his scarlet eyes flashed, he pulled out a larger amount of demon blood essence from Kazzak's body. This fatal threat made Kazzak's resistance become more intense.
Throwing away the melted hilt of the sword in his hand, he waved his claws, and with the final surge of brute force, he flew away the bleeding Tyrion with his claws.
It staggered to its feet, its demonic eyes shining with the most vicious light. It opened its arms, and its remaining right wing also opened, and the manic evil magic was rolled up in its body, expanding rapidly, desperate
Expansion.
"I may die here! I will fail, but the Legion will not!"
"Come to hell with me!"
A huge amount of evil energy was drawn from the void and poured into the body of the Lord of Doom. Like a balloon, Kazzak's body was rapidly expanding. It was going to use a fierce self-destruction to take him away.
Your own life and that of your enemy.
"I will never forget everything you did in Argus 25,000 years ago!"
A roar sounded in front of Kazzak, and Prophet Velen's eyes were shining with rare anger. Facing the crazy evil storm, he took a step forward, and the roaring and scorching ability blew his white beard and robe flying in all directions.
, the prophet held the staff in his hand with both hands and pointed it hard on the ground. He stared at Kazak and shouted loudly:
"Today, you should atone for the sins of my world!"
"Holy Light! Help me!"
"Swish, swish, swish"
The prophet's power was fully activated, and the holy light that penetrated the sky and the earth enveloped him in a dazzling light. Just like the scene in Teledor reappeared, Velen's body evolved into the incarnation of the holy light.
Golden light wrapped around his body. The moment Velen waved his left hand, the heavy, substantial chain of holy light broke through the space and tightly wrapped around Kazak's swollen body.
This is the most powerful Holy Light confinement spell that Velen can release. Under the action of this spell, the link between Kazzak and the evil energy is forcibly cut off, and his desperate self-destruction offensive is also forcibly interrupted.
"Swish swish"
Two bone arrows entwined with dark red light streaked across the sky left and right, accurately piercing Kazzak's eyes. Amidst the howling of the Doom Lord, all the death lords who could still move were like hungry wolves.
Normally, he pounced towards the enemy in front of him.
The demon sword inserted in the chest of the Lord of Doom was pulled out by its owner. Under the dual burning of holy light and evil energy, Tyrion, with red eyes, waved his left hand, and the death grip was clasped on Kazzak's demonic sword.
On the horn, he was brought into the air. The death knight held the magic blade with both hands and poured all his strength into this fatal blow.
The thick death energy in Tyrion's body was drained away at this moment, and wrapped around the edge of the magic blade, forming a dark red twisted light blade that kept spitting out. He was suspended in the air, with his long gray hair dancing wantonly.
A blade of light quietly passed through Kazak's neck.
Like the final blow, all the struggles came to an abrupt end at this moment. The moment Tyrion fell to the ground, Kazak's head slipped from its neck, and the hot and smelly demon blood flowed like
A fountain sprayed out from the headless neck of the Lord of Doom. At the moment when the holy light disappeared, the lifeless body also crashed onto the beach that had been completely destroyed by various energies.
"Who can resist...the annihilation of death?"
"Shua"
After a full meal, the magic sword was sheathed. The death knight turned around. He could see a residual soul rising from Kazzak's body and being swallowed by the strange void door. The soul of this doomsday lord was too powerful.
, and the current Apocalypse has not grown to its limit, and it cannot completely swallow Kazak's soul.
In other words, there is still a day when he and the Lord of Doom will meet.
"I'm looking forward to it..."
Tyrion's body shook, and a dark red figure appeared behind him, supporting him. Nasa said in Tyrion's ear with a malicious voice:
"You are so weak now that you can't even pinch an ant to death. Should I throw you into the side of those demons?"
"You can give it a try."
Tyrion reached out and touched the dark green blood stain at the corner of his mouth. The blood-draining attack just now was interrupted by Kazak, causing a lot of demon blood essence to be poured into his body in reverse. The scorching heat in his body
Haunted, the death knight doesn't know whether this change is good or bad.
But now, he has more important things to do.
Tyrion raised his head and saw the equally weak Prophet Velen. A vague murderous intention flashed in his eyes. The death knights and blood mages vaguely surrounded the prophet in the center in a very natural posture.
