In the deep sea tens of thousands of meters below, darkness without sunlight is always the norm. That kind of terrifying darkness will drive all normal creatures that enter here crazy, and there are even more terrifying things hidden in that darkness.
How did the Naga survive in that hell?
Of course, they took refuge in those madmen who were always whispering in the abyss, but what else could they do besides doing this?
The evil magic from the ancient gods distorted the form of the naga, and also distorted their souls. They began to hate the living like the dead, especially the two-legged creatures on the land that occupied the sun and the sky. They wished to destroy them completely.
Those stupid guys.
But now it seems that the Naga's hatred for the living is nothing compared to the undead. They have not gained new strength from this hatred. Hundreds of Nagas are attacked by the resentful spirits.
They only lasted for less than 10 seconds and then dispersed. The resentful spirits screamed and rushed down from the sky, their cold forms bringing out a series of hateful wails and howls in the darkness.
The eyes of those Nagas who were too late to escape into the water were full of fear. They waved the tridents in their hands feebly, but this heavy and sharp weapon could not hurt those incorporeal ghosts at all. The blade passed through the bodies of the ghosts.
, it has no effect except making them crazier.
And those Nagas screamed in the flesh and blood torn apart by the claws of the resentful spirits, and their twisted souls were pulled out by the resentful spirits, torn into pieces, and devoured crazily.
This scene made onlookers feel scared.
Especially Red Blackhand. This orc never believed in ghosts. Although several living death knights were standing beside him, and he had seen how death knights awakened corpses, this was not enough to convince this young orc.
Faced with thousands of violent resentful spirits without changing his expression.
In fact, every time he looked into the eyes of those resentful spirits, he could feel the desire of these violent souls to tear him apart completely.
This made him feel dry and scared...even though he was now on the side of these evil spirits.
"Coward! bastard!"
"boom"
Gul'dan gathered magic energy in his hands, leaned against the ogre, and used magic to fight against the howling wraiths.
Even if he doesn't summon demons, as a great warlock, he can also use other spells. He blasted out two balls of sulfur fire with his hands, wiping out the resentful spirits that rushed towards him. On the other side, Cougall struggled to hold up a
A large magic shield covers the two people. As long as the ghosts hit this blue shield, they will be repulsed.
Wraiths look scary, but whether it is holy light or magic, they can cause serious harm to them. The advantages and disadvantages of undead creatures are obvious. Facing these roaring wraiths, just give Gul'dan enough time.
, he can completely destroy them all.
Unfortunately, he didn't have time.
"boom"
The halberd wrapped in dark red death energy hit hard on the magic shield held up by Cho'gall. This heavy blow caused the huge shield to sway, and the end in contact with the death energy began to be corroded rapidly.
, the speed at which the magic power passed made Coulgar's expression change.
"Gul'dan! Stop them! (Buy me time!)"
The ogre withdrew his shield at the next moment, and the warlock turned back to glare at him, turned his head, opened his hands, and the evil energy in his hands roared into the dark sky, turning into a roaring rain of scorching fire that fell from the sky, like
Like a burning curtain, it blocks the fearful ghosts from moving forward.
But this attack couldn't stop the death knight. Seeing Grokush roaring and rushing forward, Gul'dan threw out a burst of soul fire. The purple flame increased the surrounding temperature the moment it appeared. The huge
The fireball hit the death knight's chest, knocking Grokush back a few steps.
At this moment, a black shadow tore through the rain of flames that shrouded the surroundings and rushed in front of Gul'dan. The orc warlock only had time to bless himself with three defensive magics, and the whistling halberd hit his chest.
The distance tore open the shadow barrier and shredded the demon's skin. The mixed dark red power of death left a terrifying scar on Gul'dan's chest.
"ah!"
The orc warlock screamed and took a few steps back, but this pain also aroused the ferocity in the orc's bones. He crossed his hands in front of him, and a dim light jumped out of his dark red eyes. The thick evil energy was in the
It was wrapped around his body, but in an instant, his body expanded. Under the blessing of evil energy, he grew devil's horns, and there were bat wings and sharp claws on his back.
High-level warlocks' research knowledge on demons allows them to temporarily transform into half-demon. In this state, the warlocks themselves can control evil energy as violently as demons, and can even use some demon's innate skills.
Demonic incarnation is harmful to the body and soul of the warlock. The longer it lasts, the more intensely the warlock himself will be transformed by evil energy. Using this spell means that the battle has reached a desperate stage, or the enemy will be killed.
, or get killed yourself.
"boom"
The sharp claws filled with dark green evil energy collided with Tyrion's halberd. The two people were like wrestling, confronting each other in the center of the platform, and neither one was willing to take a step back.
"I won't die here!"
Gul'dan shouted: "I have paid so much not to die here, not to die in the hands of a dead bastard!"
"Are you comforting yourself?"
Tyrion's voice remained unchanged: "How pitiful!"
"Shua"
He retracted his halberd and took two steps back. Other death knights stood around him. Tyrion moved his neck and a cold light flashed in his eyes:
"Go together!"
"Swish, swish, swish"
In just an instant, five Blood Servant Watchers hidden in the darkness appeared next to Gul'dan waving knife wheels. The ferocious weapons shone with the light of the night elves' evil-breaking runes, and they easily cut through the ancient...
Erdan's demonic skin caused the blood mixed with evil energy to splash out.
This wave of attacks was completely beyond the Warlock's expectations. He had to retreat in severe pain, and violent fel magic was thrown from his hands, with almost no need to aim, just to buy time.
"Buzz buzz"
Three demon eyes floating in the air were summoned by Gul'dan. The eyeballs were filled with evil energy and sent out a series of intertwined eye rims, scattering the approaching death knights. However, in less than 2 seconds, this
Three eyeballs were chopped to pieces by the repulsing Death Knights.
"Look! This is called playing with fire and losing your eyes!"
Luminas laughed wildly and jumped up. The two knives in her hands crossed in the air. The moment she passed Gul'dan's head, the two knives thrust out simultaneously.
"puff"
The wings behind the warlock's back were pierced, and the severe pain caused his attack movements to distort. The next moment, the halberd swept forward like a poisonous snake. In the dim light shining on the top of the temple, the swords danced and intertwined with a dark red light.
At the end of the scene, Gul'dan's abdomen was torn open by the halberd.
His cheek was turned to the other side by a heavy punch. Grokush rushed forward, wrapped his arms around the warlock's waist, like a charging bull, and hit him hard on the damaged platform.
On the pillar, bricks and stones flew everywhere in an instant.
"boom"
Gul'dan felt that all the bones in his body were broken in this impact. He waved his hands and wanted to fight back, but when he raised his eyes, the halberd wrapped in the dark red power of death had already broken through the air.
.
"puff"
With blood splattering everywhere, his body was nailed to the stone pillar, and the pain that pierced through his chest caused the warlock's demon incarnation to be forcibly broken.
He lowered his head and clasped the halberd on his chest with both hands, but the power flowed from his body, making him unable to shake this life-stealing weapon.
He stepped into Tyrion's trap again, and it was the same trap. In Quel'Thalas, he was suppressed by the defensive barrier and could not release magic, so he could only be killed mercilessly. And now, he is also
Unable to summon demons to help him fight, he didn't dare! For a warlock, this would cut off almost half of his combat effectiveness.
Tyrion is victorious!
But so what? When he seriously injured Lyleissa Windrunner, it wasn't a completely fair fight! Besides, this was a life-and-death fight, so there was no such thing as fairness.
But...it's not time to admit defeat yet.
"Cho'gall!"
Gul'dan, whose face was covered with blood, shouted in embarrassment. Behind him, Cho'gall, half kneeling on the ground, finally came to an end in his long prayer.
"Everything will be corrupted! (Dreams, demons and undead! I pray that you will come here!)"
Amid the frantic calling of the ogre, a powerful and obscure force tore open the space, weighing heavily on the shoulders of everyone present. The resentful spirits shouting in the air scattered in panic the moment the will came.
Fleeing away, while the bones of the death knights were being crushed, Tyrion gritted his teeth, raised his head, and saw a twisted illusion suspended in the darkness.
That thing is simply the ultimate creation that combines all nightmares. Just looking at it can make people's scalp numb and their minds go crazy. The moment it appears, the disturbing whispers sound in the souls of the death knights.
It makes people want to cover their ears.
But the death knight knew what it was... As early as the first time he saw Cho'gall, he began to be wary of these guys hiding in the shadows.
He took out the box from the storage ring with difficulty, held it in his hand, and shouted loudly:
"Old God N'Zoth! I know this is you!"
"How dare you speak this sacred name! (How dare you call the master so rudely!)"
The ogre roared and rushed forward, but halfway through, he felt the powerful energy coming from the box in Tyrion's hand, which made him stop subconsciously.
"The sleeping city of Ny'alotha, a city surrounded by a sea of flesh and nightmare, that is your lair, that is your cage! You know what I have in my hand! You also know what I can do with it
What kind of thing!"
"Don't interfere with me! Otherwise, I will drag you to hell with me if the fish is dead or the net is broken!"
The death knight threw away the box in his hand, and the dark green spar bloomed with a dark light in his hand, like a pair of open eyes, which may burst out with a light that destroys everything at any time. In the storm of concentrated energy,
In the middle, Tyrion raised his head and looked directly at the nightmare in the sky without fear. He shouted:
"You can also bet that I don't know which direction Ny'alotha is, or bet that I won't use this thing... But do you dare to bet? N'zoth, a Gul'dan, and you
Which mission of shaping the world is more important?"
"Uduar, Uldaman, Uldum, Yogg-Saron, C'Thun, Y'Shaarj! And you! N'Zoth, the Thousand Bearded God, I know more than you think! I
I know you better than you think! I am not an ignorant person who will be deceived by you! And don’t try to play tricks on me! Get out! Get out of my heart! Go back to your cage!”
"Otherwise! Let's die together!"
The scorching light from the Eye of Sargeras began to make the entire Tomb of Sargeras sway, and Tyrion was like holding up a dark green sun.
In this dazzling and increasingly unstable light, every tentacle of the nightmare illusion suspended in the darkness stopped shaking. It seemed to be thinking and weighing. In the end, the disturbing whispers and heavy
The stress disappeared in an instant.
"ha..."
Tyrion felt the retreat of the ancient god. He turned to look at Cho'gall, who was full of terror. The ogre was stimulated by this scene. The moment Tyrion turned his head, he let out a scream of terror,
He turned around and fled into the dark tunnel.
The gods he believed in retreated before Tyrion's eyes, so who was he?
Tyrion's left hand was still holding the Eye of Sargeras tightly. He knew how cunning the ancient gods were. He would not place his own survival on the kindness of these dark abyss walkers. He reached out and took Lumi.
Nas handed over the sword. He looked at Gul'dan who looked desperate in front of him and raised his chin.
"Any last words you want to say? Gul'dan."
The orc warlock, who was nailed to the stone pillar with his halberd, moved his throat. His whole body was entangled with death energy, making him completely unable to fight back. A flattering smile flashed across his face, and he was about to speak.
"Shua"
The sharp and cold sword flashed away, and all the expressions of the orc were frozen on his face. The head hit Tyrion's feet with blood splashing everywhere. The blood splashed on the death knight's face, and the latter stretched out his hand to wipe it.
wipe.
"I'm sorry, but I suddenly don't want to hear it anymore..."
