Velen knelt on the ground and begged: "No, great collector, someone in Theramore destroyed my magic, and I am no match for him."
The skeleton dragon jumped up angrily, and the dragon wings slapped Viren hard in the face: "You idiot, you are more courageous than a kobold, what use do I need you for?"
After a burst of anger, Skeleton Yuanlong calmed down and murmured:
"It's really strange. Who controlled the seven emperor skeletons? Nozdormu gave these skeletons to me. They were originally collections. They were not intended to fight, so they have poor combat effectiveness."
The Skeleton Dragon walked around anxiously and said in a low voice: "Could it be that the Lich King Arthas is back? Oops, I have to make plans early. Fortunately, there is a chess piece that I can use."
Zhu Taran saw that Chen Stormstout also joined the battle and was on his side, so he became determined to win.
Slapping the wine barrel behind him fiercely, Zhu Taran swallowed a large gulp of wine and spit out a stream of flames at Gurubashi Emperor.
Chen Stormstout looked at it and was immediately displeased. This Breath of Fire skill was his unique skill, but it was actually learned by Zhu Talan.
Not to be outdone, Chen Stormstout used the three elemental clones to simultaneously use the Shadow Trace Fist. With tacit cooperation, the power was immediately doubled, and the Emperor Amani was defeated step by step.
Zhu Taran immediately quit and took a big gulp of wine. With a hint of drunkenness in his boxing skills, he performed the Thirty-Six Styles of the Drunken Master, causing cracks to appear on the Gurubashi Emperor's bones.
Chen. The storm spirit was filled with anger, and the elemental clone burst out with evil spirit. A harsh explosion sounded, and the body of Emperor Amani exploded in half.
Zhu Taran's eyes widened. This evil force explosion was his special skill. However, to use this skill, his whole body must be entangled with the evil spirit. As the leader of the Shado Sect, he had to take his face into consideration, so he never used it in front of others.
But it was brought out by Chen Stormstout.
Just as they were about to finish off the two resurrected troll emperors, an extremely bright holy light rushed towards them from the distant sea, and the blazing light was like a sun.
Taran Zhu and Chen Stormstout felt threatened at the same time. They were in an extremely disadvantageous situation in the air and could not care about the two Zandalari emperors. Taran Zhu hurriedly returned to the airship, while Chen Stormstout returned to Khadgar.
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As they got closer, everyone discovered that the ball of holy light was wrapped in the shape of a dragon.
The sacred dragon, Tirion Fordring is here.
Khadgar clenched his fists tightly and said strangely:
"It shouldn't be. Fording is very ambitious and wants to be the king of Azeroth. Sealing the Gate of Holy Light is good for him. Why did he come?"
Chen Stormstout whispered: "I used Eitrigg's image to scare him away last time in the Vale of Eternal Blossoms. Why not do it again?"
Khadgar shook his head: "The victory last time was due to surprise. If he had been mentally prepared, the effect would have been much worse."
The two injured Zandalari emperors fled back to the space rift. The sacred dragon Fordring had arrived. His huge wings were spread out and slightly instigated. The aura of death that approached them quickly dissipated.
Right above the Gate of Holy Light, Sylvanas was still dancing gracefully, stepping on the void, as if taking a moonwalk, she had reached the state of selflessness.
The countless skeletons below are in a low state of mind. They have no idea what fear is, and they are dancing with no regard for life or death.
Fording said angrily: "I am the great Fording, the savior of Azeroth. I am naturally kind and righteous, and I cannot bear to cause more killings. You all know me. I have never hurt any innocent person in my life.
People, although you did evil things here and I caught you, I can forgive you as long as you can find your way back."
Zhu Taran responded: "Fording, we are here to prevent the invasion of the world of Draenor. The holy light of Draenor is raging. Highmaul, headed by the head of state Mal'gok, and the two major clans of Thor and Frostwolf led by Durotan, are...
To enter Azeroth through the Gate of Holy Light, we cannot let the iron hooves of aliens step into our world. The invasion of the orcs has taught us a profound lesson."
"absurd."
Fording's voice was like thunder, the sea water rippled violently, everyone's ears were buzzing, many of the dancing skeletons were shaken to pieces, and the bones were scattered on the ground, but the carnival of death still did not stop.
"The Orcs have saved Azeroth time and time again. They are not afraid of hardships and obstacles, bravely crossing the Dark Portal, and making countless sacrifices to save Azeroth. Without the great Orcs, Azeroth would have been destroyed long ago.
You are such a bunch of ungrateful trash. You don’t know how to be grateful. I’m really disappointed.”
Fording's expression was sad, and a few tears squeezed out of his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said:
"I can ignore the ogres in Highmaul, but the Frostwolf clan and the Thor clan must be saved. I, Fording, am a loyal lackey of the orcs in life, and an unyielding undead fighting for the orcs in death. Whoever dares to stop me is
The people of Azeroth will not agree to be enemies with me, Fordring, and the Silver Crusade."
Taran Zhu was so angry that he was shaking all over: "Fording, don't use the name of the people of Azeroth, you shameless traitor and betrayer."
Fording's eyes widened angrily, and he opened his mouth and pointed at Zhu Taran's airship, brewing dragon breath.
The dragon's breath was about to spurt out, and I saw the illusion of Eitrigg appearing beside the airship. Standing upright with a ferocious face, he stopped in front of Fording and scolded:
"You dare!"
Fording was stunned for a moment. He held back the Holy Light Dragon's breath, and the breath was churning in his stomach. The pain made his face distorted, and it took him a long time to recover.
After many days of training, coupled with his mental preparation, Fording did not collapse directly. Zhu Talan couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Fording did not dare to harm Eitrigg's image, and looked at Sylvanas dancing in the air, brewing the Holy Light Dragon Breath again.
Khadgar was overjoyed and cast spells one after another. The tall phantoms of Eitrigg kept appearing one after another, surrounding Theramore tightly.
Fording was stunned. He flew around Theramore cautiously, as if he was facing fragile and precious porcelain, not even daring to take a breath.
Krasus breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. Fording put too much pressure on him, even more than the Red Dragon Queen.
"Fortunately, Fording has a weakness. What the Queen needs must be after Sylvanas's dance. I hope Fording can retreat."
Robbie shook his head: "I'm afraid it's not that simple. We have to prepare for the worst."
"What are your plans?" Crassus asked in surprise.
Robbie smiled: "You know me, who am I, Alessel Sunwatcher? Countless assassinations by MI7 have failed, do you think this is a coincidence? To tell you the truth, I make friends.
Very wide, he spent a lot of money to hire a top master, and it was easy to defeat Fording."
Krasus didn't believe it, secretly saying that even if the Red Dragon Queen took action herself, she might not be able to defeat the sacred dragon Fordring.
Fording's front paws grabbed forward and grabbed something fiercely. Khadgar looked intently and saw that it was an ogre magician.
Senior Advisor Varregor, one of Highmaul's duo of spellbreakers.
Warego waved his staff, easily destroying Eitrigg's image, and smiled proudly at Khadgar.
Fording took a deep breath, and his voice spread in all directions:
"Finally, nothing can stop me from fighting to save Azeroth. All you destroyers of Azeroth, go to hell."