"Let's go, it's time to enjoy Sylvanas' performance." Khadgar said with interest.
Chen Stormstout had a strange expression on his face and looked confused. Khadgar explained:
"Although I am loyal to the head of state, Mal'gok, I am a member of Azeroth after all, and I do not want the ogre to become the master of this world."
The two teleported to Theramore. At this moment, there are still a large number of light-forged orcs fighting fiercely on Theramore Island. However, the holy light in their bodies can no longer suppress the gloomy and dark aura of death. They will fall to the ground weakly after fighting for a short time.
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The golden light of the Gate of Holy Light at the bottom of the pit is looming, like a lonely boat in the stormy waves, which may capsize at any time.
A black airship appeared in the sky above Theramore. On the deck, Zhu Taran sat on a chair, looking at Theramore's body below.
Behind Zhu Taran, Sylvanas, who was wearing a collar, stood upright like a javelin, her eyes confused.
A ball of true energy appeared in Zhu Taran's palm, and he said in a recalling tone:
"A long time ago, I studied martial arts at the Shado Zen Academy and became close friends with the Sha of Kuang. He told me that one day, I would fight to save Azeroth."
After saying that, Zhu Taran stood up with a somewhat complicated look in his eyes: "Chen. Stormstout can become a hero. I thought I would live like a scumbag. This is probably my fate. No matter how many wrong things I have done in my life, but in this
I have a clear conscience today, Sylvanas, let's get started."
Sylvanas pursed her lips and jumped out of the airship expressionlessly. Her slender body fell straight down, desperately absorbing the dark breath of death. When the breath of death in her body was strong enough, she successfully floated in the air with long sleeves.
Fluttering and starting to dance.
This is a mysterious dance passed down by the Draenei Amador, called the Dance of Death. The queen dances gracefully, causing a large amount of death power to revolve around her, forming a tornado of death in the sky and the earth.
Countless corpses, flesh and blood rotted and fell off, countless white bones came to life, and skulls opened and closed, dancing with Her Majesty the Queen.
More and more skeletons join the dance of death, and Theramore is filled with dancing skeletons, a grand dance of the undead.
Zhu Taran waved his hand and said: "Play music."
On the airship, a pandaren band began to play, cheerful music sounded, the bones on the ground danced desperately, and the rich aura of death formed a poisonous snake, wrapping around the Gate of Holy Light.
Khadgar whispered: "Well done. Once the Holy Light Gate is eroded by the power of death, it will be equivalent to blocking the portal."
Chen Stormstout asked for advice: "I know Theramore's space is weak, but why does it need the power of death?"
Khadgar explained: "Elements, holy light, nature, and evil energy can all be teleported, but the teleportation magic of death is very complicated. Except for the Scourge, no one in Azeroth can use the power of death to teleport.
I have also tried to study it, but unfortunately it is too different."
Chen Stormstout understood: "So as long as Theramore is filled with the aura of death, it will become a barrier to prevent teleportation."
Khadgar shook his head and said: "It's not that simple. Theramore must become a permanent kingdom of death. Apart from Sylvanas, I don't know who else can do it."
The snake of death also danced along with the music, and the aura of the Holy Light Gate dimmed.
As Sylvanas danced, countless runes fell down, forming black ties that entangled the Door of Death.
"Dead Space Seal." Khadgar was amazed and stared at it without blinking: "This Amado is really powerful, I don't know where he learned it from."
Chen Stormstout said disapprovingly: "The Draenei have been wandering in the stars for tens of thousands of years. With their talents, it should not be difficult to do it."
Not long after, the power of death condensed into a dark cloud that covered the sky. Under this extreme darkness, only spider web-like space cracks appeared over Theramore. The focusing rainbow destroyed Theramore's space. No one knew this.
Where does the crack lead?
Suddenly, a tall figure rushed out of the crack. It was a skeleton troll with fangs and a crown riding on the back of a velociraptor.
"The Gurubashi Emperor is here. I order you to stop. You cannot do this for the sake of Azeroth."
The Velociraptor Knight stepped into the void, holding a spear, and quickly rushed towards Sylvanas.
Khadgar was secretly surprised and roared: "The ancient troll emperor was reborn under the power of death, and they want to stop this ritual."
"Emperor Gurubashi, your opponent is me."
I saw Zhu Taran jumping down from the air, carrying a wine barrel on his back, staggering towards him, using the Shadow Trace Fist, and tightly entangled the Gurubashi Emperor.
A figure rushed out of the rift again, a troll riding a ghost flying dragon, also wearing a crown on his head.
"Emperor Amani is here, stop it, you ignorant ants."
Many Pandaren masters jumped out of the airship. Unfortunately, they were not as good as Zhu Taran and were overthrown by the Winged Dragon Knight in an instant.
Chen Stormstout was eager to try it and whispered: "Send me up."
Khadgar was stunned and asked: "Have you really decided?"
"With the arrival of the two troll emperors, are we Pandaren still in need?" Chen Stormstout said unconvinced.
"Okay, I'll take you up."
Khadgar pointed the staff in his hand, and Chen Stormstout was teleported to the back of the ghost flying dragon.
"Come on, little troll, you shouldn't be reborn." Chen Stormstout used the art of wind, fire, thunder and lightning and rushed towards Emperor Amani.
"Why is this happening? How did these ancient emperors get reborn?"
Crassus clutched the golden ball handed to him by the Red Dragon Queen, looking at the battle in the sky with confusion, spreading his wings, eager to try.
Robbie cast a spell in secret, and several figures were about to rush out of the rift but were controlled by Robbie and returned along the rift. Among these resurrected emperors were murlocs, furbolgs, harpies, kobolds, lobster men, etc.
A certain period of history made famous the great emperor of Azeroth.
These rifts all lead to one place, a small island on the Eternal Sea, where a Draenei skeleton mage wearing a black cloak and full of the aura of death is casting spells.
"Prophet Velen." Robbie frowned.
This small island is located near the maelstrom of the Eternal Sea, and the surrounding waters are extremely dangerous. It is shrouded in black fog all year round and does not appear on any charts.
There are countless coffins placed on the island, all of them are great emperors who were prominent in the history of Azeroth, and their bones have become someone's collection.
The seven emperor skeletons returned and fought against Velen under the control of Robbie. Velen was in a hurry and had no time to cast a spell.
"Idiot, if you can't handle this little thing, what's the use of me resurrecting you?"
The sea water parted, and an ancestral dragon with golden bones rushed out of the water, spitting out a dark dragon's breath, and the bones of the seven emperors fell silently.
The golden skeleton Yuanlong was petite, equivalent to a baby dragon. He carefully picked up the bones and put them into the coffin.
"This is my extremely precious collection. If it's damaged, can you afford to pay for it? It's rubbish."
Yuan Long widened his eyes angrily, glared at Velen, and said loudly:
"Weak Velen, the most useless and incompetent emperor in the collection, it's your turn to appear."