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25. Sky's Desperate

"Daelin! I...Derek Proudmoore, I'm here to challenge you!"

The Queen Anna, whose deck was already on fire, was amidst the surging currents called by the Tide Sage. It was like a veteran at the end of the war. Even though his body was covered with blood and scars, he was still unwilling to bow to the enemy.

The heavy flagship violently smashed away the debris floating on the sea in front. As it accelerated faster and faster, the flames on the entire deck of the ship were blown back and swayed. The scorching flames burned the air.

Like a swaying curtain of light, with most of the entire ship's firepower having been destroyed by enemy artillery fire, there were too few options left for Drake.

And the real pain burst out from the scars left by the previous bombardment, making the body of the prince of Kul Tiras sway, and Drake's uniform became tattered in the lick of flames.

, the blood overflowed across his chest, his handsome and masculine face was covered with black ash and scars, and his straight hair was also messed up by the scorching fire and the bad war.

Although he is embarrassed, he is not humble at all.

He leaned on his body with the command knife. During the charge of the battleship, the prince picked up a golden pocket watch from his chest. The glass of the pocket watch had been shattered, but in the shell of the pocket watch, the magical impression of the golden girl was inlaid.

It was still clear, as if she had always been by his side.

"Lucy..."

Drake looked at the image of the girl. In his eyes illuminated by the flames, a trace of regret flashed away. The exquisite pocket watch fell to the deck at his feet. When Drake raised his head again, the last feeling in his heart

All fears were dispelled.

"sorry..."

The prince said his last words. On the sea that was floating endlessly in front of him and filled with the roar of artillery, there was only less than 300 meters away from the black King Power of the Sea, which looked like a beast of the sea.

He could already see his father's expression, and even see those ice-blue eyes, which were empty but seemed to contain the whole world.

The showdown between father and son...is about to...

"boom"

Just before the two warships were about to collide, on the beach outside the sea, a white light pierced the billowing night like a long sword. Dai Lin and Drake could not help but tilt their heads, and then they saw what was being

Jaina, wrapped in warm white light, is Dai Lin's daughter, that is Drake's sister, and that is a woman who is as important to the two men fighting life and death in front of her.

"I don't allow it..."

Jaina held the silver anchor pendant suspended in her hands with both hands. She was like the queen of light. The endless waves surrounded her feet in a vortex-like posture, behind the slender figure.

, long golden hair mixed with a hint of white was floating in the air. She could feel the power reverberating in her palms about to reach its peak, and she could feel a strange door about to open.

The princess of Kul Tiras shouted loudly at this moment:

"I will not allow you to kill each other... Tanred... come back! I need you... House Proudmoore needs you! Come back and stop this!"

"My brother, come back!"

Jaina's voice became sharper and shriller. When she finally shouted, a sound like a scream spread across the entire sea. The scorching sea wind suddenly rolled up at this moment, and the cold seawater seemed to feel some kind of

The miracle that is about to happen is that on the outer sea wrapped in fog, a huge, city-like whirlpool is surging crazily.

In the midst of the rolling tide like a giant beast swallowing water, behind Dai Lin's dead soul fleet, it seemed that a huge fleet appeared in an endless storm, slowly appearing on the sea surface in the strange wind.

Those are not only the third and fourth fleets of Kul Tiras, but also those warships that have been lost in the storms of this sea for hundreds of years, those warriors who are still alive but have been forgotten by the world, they are from the world

In every corner, their hometowns have even been annihilated in the flow of time, but they are still there... After that strange power stopped time, the curse of old age was completely eradicated.

"Fleet! Listen to my orders!"

Tanred Proudmoore, who was standing on the bridge of the flagship of the Third Fleet, the Jackdaw, saw the battleship ignited in flames and charging on the sea outside the fog the moment he entered the sea area.

He couldn't see the big brother standing on the battleship, but he could see the flag hanging on the top of the battleship.

That's the flag of Kul Tiras.

There is no need to explain, no need to wait and see, the warriors who have returned from the rift in the world already know their mission.

His loud voice rang across the dead sea:

"The enemy is ahead! Aim the artillery!"

"In the name of Kul Tiras...fire!"

"Boom, boom, boom, boom"

The shells that hit from the rear were like a storm of fire, sweeping through the entire Death Soul Fleet without warning. When Tanred returned with the lost fleet, Dai Lin looked back with feeling.

From the looks of it, his fleet was attacked from both front and back, but its vital points were not harmed. After a moment, an undisguised smile flashed in the cold eyes of the Dark Blade Admiral.

"It's great...it's great that Tyrion didn't cheat on me..."

"They're all here... My sons and daughters are all here... It's such a nostalgic family feast!"

The golden sword in Dai Lin's hand, entwined with strange darkness and blood-red light, was split into two. The moment the admiral grasped the evil ocean blade, the clear night sky above everyone suddenly changed at this moment, and the sea breeze almost changed in a few seconds.

The inside was more than three times stronger, and layers of dark clouds floated above the sea, like a demon sealed by the sea about to escape.

The Royal Power of the Sea made a gurgling sound of swallowing water. The battleship connected to Dai Lin's soul seemed to have just woken up at this moment. In the roar that echoed in its body, the body of the Dark Blade Admiral was in the roaring storm and darkness.

Slowly rising in the mist, he held two swords in his hands as if the god of the angry sea had descended. Even his eyes were filled with dancing sparks of the storm.

"Then come on!"

"Come and challenge me! Descendants of Proudmoore, let me see if you are qualified to... rule this sea!"

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"Fate and destiny, life and death, destruction and rebirth..."

In the clouds thousands of meters above the Whispering Port, the two blood mages who had not seen each other for a long time, Sarain Severn and Autumn, who were also the first to follow Tyrion, stayed in a leisurely manner.

In the thin air at high altitude, he neither participated in the fierce siege battle on the ground below, nor tried to interfere with the "family gathering" on the sea.

They were like outside observers, looking at the war-torn world above northern Tirisfal with a scrutinizing gaze.

Severn's eyes slowly retracted from the sea covered with storms and death frost, and he said with some regret:

"Dai Lin is indeed a guy favored by the sea... He found the legendary relic buried deep in the Sea of ​​Dark Light, fate and destiny, tsk tsk, it's really...envious."

"There's nothing to be jealous of."

Autumn looked at it very clearly. This blood mage who had completely changed his profession to an alchemist master reached out and flicked his cuffs. He said with an indifferent expression:

"Those two swords are cursed. Although the holder will become the real sea demon, every time he swings them, they will absorb the flesh and blood of the owner. More importantly, they have no soul. They are more barbaric than Apocalypse, and they are even more savage than Apocalypse.

Be evil..."

"Rather than the cursed sword, I'm more curious about whether Dai Lin will be merciful to her children. I think... she should be."

"He will be the second Danas!"

Severn said firmly:

"The more indifferent a person is on the outside, the hotter he is on the inside. When our boss selects his subordinates, he actually follows his template. The so-called birds of a feather flock together, and this is the truth. I have no idea about that result.

Not surprising."

"Shh!"

Severn wanted to continue speaking, but was interrupted by Autumn. The alchemist closed his eyes and put the ring on his finger close to his ear, as if listening to the sound coming from the ring. After a moment, he turned to his companion and said

:

"The time has come! Boss doesn't want to wait any longer... let's get started!"

"Tsk. Actually, it's serious."

The figures of the two blood mages began to float backwards. In the cold wind high in the sky, Severn said in Sarain's spiritual link:

"It's actually quite interesting to watch such a trapped beast fight to the death..."

"Contain your bad taste."

Autumn retorted. The next moment, the two blood mages opened their cuffs, and a series of small purple crystals flew out from their sleeves. However, they did not fall into the sky immediately, but slowly fell into the sky under the support of magic power.

Slowly forming a huge ring, after the last crystal was returned, the ring composed of crystals was like a complex magic circle, and began to emit a faint light in the sky thousands of meters high.

Purple halo.

It's like a summoning array, but in fact, it's not summoning anything. On the contrary, this cumbersome thing is just for positioning, nothing more.

"Whoosh, whoosh"

The moment the purple ring appeared in the sky directly above Whispering Harbor, it attracted the attention of the dwarf knights in the city below. Just a few seconds later, a group of griffin knights roared into the sky, holding hands in their hands.

A small flying hammer with shining silver light. Under the special power system of the Wildhammer dwarves, this small flying hammer can even hit a thunder-like trajectory in the sky.

But in the face of those gryphon knights flying up, seeing them fiercely pounce on the suspended magic circle behind, the two blood mages hovering in the air had no intention of protecting the magic circle. On the contrary, they were

The griffin quickly retreated from the chase, as if it was afraid of what was about to appear.

At the same time, in the scorching wasteland in the southernmost part of the Eastern Continent, in the swirling halo of the Dark Gate that had been open for several years, a huge black hill-like figure was suspended in the sky.

The buildings slowly moved from the world of Draenor to Azeroth. This thing was like a real city. It flew silently, and some ancient symbols were carved on the surface of the dark buildings.

mural.

Underneath the city, which has been repaired very smoothly, thousands of polished Apexis crystals shine dimly in the continuous energy supply from the core of the flying city. Just after entering the new world of Azeroth

Within tens of seconds, the light of the spar beneath the huge flying city also changed from a dull luster to a lavender color, as if manipulated by humans.

The Black Temple is the symbol of the Dark Blade Legion's rule in the world of Draenor. Wherever the shadow of the Black Fortress is shrouded, it is the land where the Dark Blade rules.

Inside the temple, in the hall of the floating city's energy core, a familiar figure was standing behind the busy ghosts. In front of her, on the screen carved with a huge gem, the scene on the battlefield in the northernmost part of the continent was showing.

, after seeing the purple magic circle floating in the air flashing across the screen, this tall, slender, bumpy figure shook his hair.

With the hoof girl's long white hair flying, Yrel, who had returned from his injury, gave the order with a magnetic voice.

"Positioning completed!"

"Space jump begins... Target Whispering Shores."

"For...the glory of Dark Blade!"

"Wow!"

At this moment, the space around the huge dark temple was distorted, and the entire city was covered with a layer of purple light. The magic output power of the core energy Eye of Dalaran was increased to the limit, and the light entering it was

Twisted, the hair of the elite knights who were eternally stationed at the Dark Gate were blown up, and as they watched calmly, the 24 magic hubs of the behemoth in the sky ignited purple flames at the same time, like waves rippling in the night.

Miracle.

"Time and space mapping is normal! The magic hub output is normal! The fortress defense layer is normal! Space distortion is turning on! Countdown to 5 seconds!"

"5"

"4"

"3"

In the hollow countdown sound of Draenei's ghost technician, Yrel's eyes became more and more shining. At the moment when the countdown ended, the death lord's eyes flashed, and the purple light illuminated the entire cursed land.

At the same moment, the huge mountain-like fortress in the sky still disappeared.

The surrounding space seemed to have been dug through. After the Dark Temple disappeared, the space repaired itself and filled up internally, filling the air with a dark light, like an electric current.

Over the Whispering Harbor, the heroic gryphon knights raised their silver flying hammers. In their roars, the roaring war hammers brought out dazzling thunder in the air, hitting the magic circle where the purple light became brighter and brighter.

, in their eyes, they seemed to have seen the scene of the magic circle being completely destroyed.

However...

"Clang"

The whistling flying hammers hit the halo-wrapped outer wall of the Dark Temple in the next second, making a low impact sound. Then, just like their master, they were killed in the space storm caused by the ultimate conveyor belt across the world.

Easily torn into... pieces.

"Space distortion is turned off! City defense weapons are being activated..."

Amidst the screams of the barrier guard mages in the Whispering Port below, the purple halo surrounding the Dark Temple dissipated little by little. In the shadow of the hills in the sky three times larger than the Whispering Port below, all

Everyone feels... despair.

"In the name of His Majesty..."

Yirel looked at the purple shield held up by the city below indifferently, and she said softly:

"Destroy it..."


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