In front of the tomb tower of the Tomb of Sargeras, less than a quarter of the orcs of the Ravager clan who followed Gul'dan across the ocean were left. They were unprepared and were killed by those who were loyal to Gul'dan.
The assassins killed, and after the powerful ogre magician Cho'gall also joined in the slaughter, their resistance became even weaker.
Although the guys who can join the Ravager Clan and are loyal to Gul'dan are thugs and lunatics who crave power, they are just crazy, they are not stupid, and they see Gul'dan treating them as meaningless cannon fodder.
, these guys naturally will not sit still and wait to die.
Many people ran in all directions, desperately trying to escape from this hell of death and blood, but they could not run far. Gul'dan, who was about to complete the ritual, turned back, with a flash of light in his dark red eyes.
Twisted desire.
"Come on! Unlock the shackles of my destiny!"
He murmured and stretched out his hand, and a dozen green rays of light burst out from his hand, latching onto the backs of every escaping guy, sucking their life force crazily, just like massacring those ogres and trolls at the port.
Likewise, within 10 seconds, the withered corpses of the escapees were smashed to the ground. Until they died, the deepest fear still remained in their eyes.
"Blood, life...and then soul!"
In the air in front of Gul'dan, a mysterious rune drawn with pungent blood was engraved on the barrier left by Aegwynn. The rune was shining with a dirty and evil light, corroding the people in front of him bit by bit.
Barrier, but to fight against the magic that connects the entire archipelago, just this dirty rune is not enough.
The orc warlock's fingers curled up, and circles of purple light burst out from under his feet, rolling around Gul'dan crazily. A moment later, on the dead body behind him, a translucent, twisted and struggling body roared unwillingly.
The soul was squeezed out. For a master warlock who plays with souls, it is not difficult to control so many souls at one time.
Those souls were entangled around Gul'dan, their expressions were terrifying and ferocious. They stretched out their hands to strangle Gul'dan's neck, but their souls were too weak compared to Gul'dan's soul, and they could not hurt him at all.
Great Warlock.
Gul'dan took a step back, and the skull cane in his hand hit the ground hard:
"Quiet! I said! Quiet!"
"Meet your destiny! This is a great sacrifice!"
He chuckled and pointed his finger forward, and the struggling souls were thrown into the filthy and evil runes in front of him. As if charging, the light of the runes was converted into dark green evil energy, and then expanded rapidly in front of his eyes.
, and soon, this evil energy formed a dark green energy storm, which rotated rapidly along the runes in the center, blooming with a bright light.
It expanded rapidly, and eventually, like a door composed of a light curtain, it corroded part of the seal of the Tomb of Sargeras that was pressed under the sea. It was like some kind of mechanism was activated. At this moment, the entire
The black islands began to shake violently.
Rocks fell apart, seawater roared, and the ground that had been connected for hundreds of years was completely torn apart at this moment. Under the deep sea, it seemed as if some kind of giant was waking up and floating up.
The sea water poured out and poured into the seabed, forming a huge whirlpool on the sea surface. Combined with the current situation of landslides and ground cracking, it seemed as if the end of the island was coming.
In front of Gul'dan's eyes, the black tomb tower rose rapidly. His dark red eyes were filled with desire. He watched the giant temple buried in the sea rising from the sea. The glorious and broad hall,
The glorious palace that was once used to commemorate the moon god Elune.
Those elven reliefs that have gone through tens of millions of years still seem to be beautiful, but if you look closely, you will see that the outer shell of the hall has been corroded by the sea water and has become disfigured. It has been dyed black by magic and is also covered with seaweed and
Moss and dripping sea water escape from around the building, like a magnificent water relief.
This huge building reveals a hint of dilapidation, and this is just the entrance.
"boom"
The base of the Tomb of Sargeras finally stood above the sea, returning to its original position. Through the green storm in front of him, Gul'dan could even see the heavy stone door of the palace, and it seemed as if he could push it open with his hand.
Open, as if welcoming anyone who arrives here.
"This is what I'm looking for! This is what I'm bound to get!"
Gul'dan took a step forward, and his body began to tremble. He stretched out his hand, like a treasure hunter eager to get a certain treasure. It was within reach. He only had to stretch out his hand to get everything he wanted.
"I am coming!"
He took out his left foot, wanting to step into the rotating evil energy storm, but at this moment, the magic power that had just stabilized around him suddenly became manic.
"Um?"
Gul'dan turned around in confusion. Behind him, under the ground covered with blood and corpses, more than twenty buried purple magic bombs had entered the final stages of explosion.
The magic bomb is not a real bomb. It is a high-concentration magic aggregation created by the high elf mages of Quel'Thalas after thousands of years of evolution, using a simple enchanted shell and pure magic power.
, it is a substitute when no alchemical bomb is available.
"boom"
The purple magic storm exploded where Gul'dan and Cho'gall were standing, blowing up the flesh and blood of the corpses and disrupting the surrounding magic. Tyrion stood up from his hiding place, and the magic storm blew away his gray-white hair.
His hair flew back, he shook his shoulders, threw the gravel on his body aside, and drew out the long sword from his waist with his hands intertwined.
Behind him, the death knights had all clenched their weapons, and the frantic death energy expanded at this moment, making the surrounding gravel-strewn ground contaminated with frost and desolate atmosphere.
"Come with me...kill him!"
Tyrion took the lead and rushed towards the manic area. Faster than him, the bone arrows shot by Serent, Luminas and 25 Dark Rangers were like a roaring storm, in the chaos.
On the ground where magic power is surging, it is almost impossible to see the opponent's figure, but as long as you shoot enough bone arrows, you can always hit your opponent.
The moment the death knights rushed into the battlefield, Gul'dan and Cho'gall's cries of pain sounded almost at the same time. At this moment when there was only one step away from the target, whether it was a cunning and sinister warlock or a deeply hidden man,
The ogre magician didn't expect to encounter an enemy so close to him.
"Ah! (Kill you!)"
Cho'gall's manic roar sounded in front, and the ogre's huge body almost turned into a target filled with bone arrows. There were three bone arrows stuck in his brown chest. The pain of the death energy made him
He couldn't help roaring, and opened his hands, two groups of violent magic power gathered in his palms, but before he could lock the target, Grokush jumped up and waved the frost-splashed ax, fiercely
He slashed the ogre in the chest.
"puff"
The huge power penetrated the magic shield that Gu'gall had just released. The moment the shield shattered, scorching blood splashed out. This life-threatening threat made Gu'gall no longer care about hiding his strength.
He covered the wound with his left hand and staggered back a few steps. When Grokush was still trying to pursue the victory, the ogre's three eyes flashed fiercely.
"boom"
The manic sulfur fire tore open the space and blessed the body of the death knight in front of him. The feeling that the body was about to be ignited made the orc death knight's charge slow down a bit. The next moment, the ogre waved his right hand and ran roughly
The magic power gathered in his hand like a war hammer, and with his huge force, it hit Grokush's chest hard.
"Go away! (Go away!)"
"boom"
The ogre's natural strength drove Grokush back, and a blood-red aura was activated on the seriously injured body, making Cho'gall's attacks faster and the speed of his spellcasting also changing.
Go faster.
This is the talent of the ogre magician - dual casting. Only the most talented ogre magicians can master it. Cho'gall, who studies magic and sorcerer spells, is undoubtedly the best among them.
"Boom boom boom boom"
The ball of pure magic exploded wildly on the battlefield. Coul'gall waved his hand and blessed a healing spell on his body, then tore open the space and summoned several demon guards, roaring with him to attack the grid in front of him.
Lokush.
But the orc death knight was not fighting alone. Just when the demons roared and rushed over, Severn and Autumn appeared behind Grokush almost at the same time. The two high elf dark mages stirred up magic power and blood.
The red eyes radiated with indifferent light, and the extremely cold ring of frost and the ice storm falling from the sky spread out along their bodies. In just an instant, the demons who rushed forward were frozen in place, and were caught by the ice storm.
Freeze completely.
"Roar!"
The orc let out a war cry, and the runes on the black ax were ignited one by one. The bright red, dark green and ice blue runes shone with a strange halo, and a flash of light flashed in his dim eyes.
The violent murderous intention was like an enraged bull, wrapped in a visible ice storm, and rushed towards the ogre wizard in front of him.
Cho'gall was severely restricted on the battlefield by a difficult opponent. Gul'dan's situation was equally bad. He was besieged by 4 death knights at the same time.
"puff"
Almost the entire back of the orc warlock was covered by the frost kicked up by the death knight, making his movements slow. The two demon guards he summoned with difficulty were slashed by blades falling from the sky before they had time to breathe the air of the new world.
Lost my head.
The demon's stinking blood was stained on Tyrion's sword, and their ugly corpses stood there, frozen instantly by the cold air surging through the four death knights.
No matter how powerful Gul'dan is, he is still a warlock. Melee combat is not what he is good at. At this time, he was surrounded by four death knights who jumped out. The eight sharp blades seen from four directions made him exhausted. The shadow protection blessed by him
The shield had long been torn apart, and the intense battle left him no time to release defensive spells. He could only rely on the permanent demonic skin on his body to block the incoming sharp blade.
"puff"
Serent's sword pierced Gul'dan's back from behind, interrupting Gul'dan's chanting of spells, forcing the warlock to throw out two balls of scorching soul fire in a panic, almost forcing him to come forward.
Rogelio and Luminas fought back. Before Gul'dan could take a breath, Tyrion's figure rushed in front of him amid the ice shards flying in the cold wind.
Gul'dan's eyes widened at this moment!
"bass"
The death knight's sword in his left hand was blocked by the warlock's arm, while the sword in his right hand pierced his heart accurately like a poisonous snake. The demon's skin failed to block the blow. Tyrion could feel it,
The heart in this body was cut open.
But he did not stop attacking because of this. He released the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and the dark red death energy swung up, like invisible claws, clasping Gul'dan's neck and pulling him into the sky.
Quite simply, Gul'dan's body is a dead body just like his own!
He could smell the disgusting rotten smell on this body from more than ten meters away.
"Puff puff"
The moment Gul'dan's body was lifted up, weapons stabbed from other directions easily penetrated the warlock's body, like a sandbag filled with weapons. On the surface, it looked like the body had been stabbed.
Full of holes.
But this was not the end. Gul'dan's body was dragged into the air by the energy of death, but at the next moment, less than 10 meters above everyone's heads, a portal burning with dark green flames opened, revealing a hell that was ready to go.
Fire fell from the sky.
"Back off!"
In Tyrion's roar, the four death knights quickly retreated. The dark green hellfire slammed into the location where they were just now. Amid the surge of fire and gravel, 3 meters high, all over their bodies.
Demons made of hot stone crawled out of the pit, roaring at Tyrion.
"boom"
In front of the demon, all his clothes were burned by demonic fire. The extremely embarrassed Gul'dan took out the sharp sword stuck in his chest and threw it on the ground. The orc warlock reached out and wiped the blood on his face.
The left half of his face was frozen by ice, but this could not affect his vicious and fierce eyes.
"Bah! You bastard who stabbed someone in the back!"
Gul'dan stared at Tyrion, a trace of doubt flashing in his dark red eyes: "How did you get here... Forget it, it's not important! What I'm more curious about is, facing a person like you
Dead man, how can you defeat me?"
His fingers slid around him, and the halo of five shadowy summoning spells lit up behind him. More than 20 demon hounds rushed out of the portal carrying the same number of fel imps, and there were several tall ones holding sharp blades.
The demon guard, and the hellfire standing behind him.
In just an instant, Gul'dan had an army of demons!
"Your will for revenge astonishes me, but you have chosen the wrong opponent, Death Knight! My demons will overwhelm you!"
"Shua"
Something was held in Tyrion's hand. That thing made the resentment in Gul'dan's eyes even more intense. Tyrion stretched out his hand and took out something from the Skull of Gul'dan in his hand. On Tyrion's fingers
When he held this thing, the death energy wrapped around him instantly became at least twice as thick!
"This is just for you, Gul'dan... enjoy the rush of death!"
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