Abyss Lord Magtheridon has a body as huge as a hill and wears thick legion armor. Compared with it, Sylvanas's size is like a squirrel in front of a tiger.
Whoosh, whoosh...
Sylvanas shot seven arrows in succession, each with seven different powers, frost, fire, arcane, poison, death, shadow, and even holy light blessed by the Paladin.
These seven arrows exploded on Magtheridon's huge body, and a green light shield enveloped Magtheridon, blocking the seven arrows.
"Funny little mouse."
Magtheridon was unscathed, smiling ferociously, and suddenly turned around, showing an agility that was not commensurate with his huge size. He swung out his thick tail and hit Sylvanas who couldn't dodge.
Sylvanas screamed, she had no idea how many bones were broken, and she fell into the abyss of the Frozen Throne.
Thrall shrugged regretfully and said: "Sylvanas is really cheap. I think the Forsaken are good hard workers. They don't need to eat and can work around the clock."
Magtheridon said categorically: "The Forsaken must be destroyed. Alsace has already annoyed us to death. The Burning Legion does not want a second Lich King to appear."
Thrall let out a small sigh, regretting that he could not nail Sylvanas to the wooden frame. He turned to face the other leaders and glanced at the corner of his mouth:
"Jaina, thank you very much for your help to the orcs over the years. I'm sorry, but I don't like humans very much. You can't provide delicious meat, and you can't be a qualified hard worker. Humans are simply useless, and they are very edible. I
I hope you can understand my difficulties."
At this moment, Jaina's face was pale and her legs were weak from fear.
Although she is one of the most powerful mages in the world, her magic is useless against the densely packed Burning Legion in Icecrown Citadel.
Dozens of hellhounds rushed to the Frozen Throne, burning Jaina's mana mercilessly. Jaina held her head and screamed in pain. She was in agony from the pain caused by the burning mana.
Thrall touched his sharp fangs and said with a ferocious smile: "Don't worry, Jaina, I really want to taste you. After the blood in your body drains out, I will make you into a delicacy.
Before you eat it completely, make sure you can still breathe."
With her magic exhausted, Jaina fell into weakness, and Magtheridon ordered the Legion Guards to nail her to a wooden frame and wait for death.
Seeing the fate of the first few, Magni Bronzebeard understood that there was no chance of survival. He raised the warhammer in his hand and roared: "I will fight with you."
Magni knew that he could not defeat the powerful Magtheridon. His target was Thrall. Unfortunately, Thrall quickly hid among the legion guards. A large group of legion guards came around. Although Magni fought bravely, he was unfortunately outnumbered.
He was soon chopped to the ground.
King Bronzebeard also did not escape the fate of being hung on a wooden frame.
Fording's legs were trembling, and he forced a smile and begged: "Great savior, I am willing to take the degeneration potion and become your well-behaved pet, just to survive."
Thrall chuckled and rejected Fording mercilessly: "I'm sorry, Fording, although you have dedicated yourself to the orcs, there is no place for you in the new world I planned. Fording, your death will
It makes me feel very gratified.”
A legion guard came over, knocked Fording to the ground violently, and kicked him several times until Fording's bones were broken and his tendons were broken, and he was dying, and then he was nailed to the wooden frame.
Thrall then looked at the prophet Velen who was sitting on the ground praying. Velen's expression was extremely calm, with an unearthly serenity, as if everything in front of him was an illusion.
"It's a pity, Prophet Velen, your holy light can't save you."
Thrall flew up and kicked Velen on the head, then grabbed his hair and slammed his face into the ground again and again, causing cracks to appear on the hard ice ground.
Velen's face was bloody and bloody, and his skull had cracks, so that his skull looked a little deformed, but his expression remained unchanged and he kept praying:
"Great Holy Light, thank you for testing me. Nothing can stop my belief in the Holy Light. Physical pain is nothing. When all the tests are over, I will wake up from my sleep and welcome
The warm sunshine of the Exodar."
Thrall had no choice but to deal with Velen's unwavering faith. Magtheridon laughed loudly: "Thall, your torture is useless. I have long heard that Velen is obsessed with the Holy Light and suffers physical pain.
We can't make him surrender, but it's a pity that the Burning Legion are all masters of the soul."
Velen was also nailed to the wooden frame, with his hands and feet passed through long nails, but his expression remained unchanged and he kept praising the Holy Light.
Magtheridon's face became less ferocious, and he stretched out his front paws, and a green aura surged out, burrowing into Velen's body like a poisonous snake. Velen let out a piercing scream, and then he really opened his eyes.
This is soul torture, a hundred times more terrifying than physical torture. Velen looked around in pain and said in disbelief: "Impossible, this is not true."
Magtheridon sneered: "Velan, your torture has just begun. I am going to take out your soul and put it into the Legion's furnace to be burned day and night. Can the Holy Light of your faith save you?"
What? I doubt it."
"The Holy Light is everywhere, and its power is immense, as long as I still have faith in my heart." Out of his devout faith, Velen could not bear the blasphemy of the Holy Light by others.
Magtheridon let out a breathtaking laugh:
"It's a pity that this is Icecrown Fortress, the junction of the real world and the Shadow Realm, where the Holy Light cannot reach. The Lich King has been helping you resist the invasion of the Shadow World. Look what you have done? The Burning Legion will Aize
The souls of the fallen on Lars were forged into legionnaires, and they were deliberately sent to fight against the Scourge. Their deaths finally triggered a backlash from Azeroth. Otherwise, how could you, a bunch of trash, defeat the Lich King?
The work of our Burning Legion."
Thrall suddenly realized that the aging of the Scourge Legion was all due to the tricks of the Burning Legion. In the process of destroying countless worlds, the Burning Legion mastered some rules.
For example, if undead creatures slaughter too many people in this world, it will cause a backlash in the world itself.
Sal looked around and suddenly felt something was wrong, and asked: "What did we seem to have overlooked? Where is the little dwarf?"
Mekkatorque, the dwarf king and the great craftsman, disappeared. Magtheridon sent his men to search the entire Icecrown Citadel, but there was still no trace of the little dwarf.
Sal frowned and said angrily: "It is said that the escape master of a dwarf is invincible in the world. I have seen it today. Forget it, he is just a little dwarf."
Magtheridon was a little frustrated and gritted his teeth and said: "He actually escaped. Fortunately, the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde were nailed to the wooden frame by us, and Azeroth finally came to its end."
The blood elf regent Lor'themar Theron was trembling at the side, not daring to breathe.
For some reason, Thrall, Magtheridon, and many legionnaires ignored him and turned a blind eye to him.