Chapter 59 Now, who is the leader of the Burning Legion?
Gul'dan isn't over yet.
In pursuit of powerful power, this warlock's body was directly beaten to a pulp, but his soul still survived tenaciously, taking root in his skull and preparing to fight a protracted war.
Sargeras didn't like this orc at all. Although the skull was very comfortable to play with and could be played, it was too cheap for him, the great god of evil, to live in it.
So the Skull of Gul'dan is just a springboard to enter the human prince's body.
Even after obtaining the human prince, he used it as a springboard to enter the Tomb of Sargeras and snatch his body back.
Plan passes.
As a result, I hit a wall hard at the first step.
Gul'dan, who was originally forbearing, suddenly rebelled.
He unfolded a dark green vortex and began to wildly swallow Sargeras' power.
"Ant!"
At first, Sargeras didn't care at all about the remnant soul of the orc warlock, and devoted himself to breaking through Huang Shang's defense, until Gul'dan's vortex became larger and larger, and it began to be filled with strange power.
Three runes rotated on his body, representing frost, blood and evil respectively!
Immediately afterwards, a beam of light fell from the sky, integrating the three runes into Gul'dan's body, and the rest of the silver-black armor was born, and was worn on Gul'dan's soul.
Soul materialization!
"The power of the dead?"
"Human, what are you doing?"
Sargeras' attention finally shifted.
"I'm experimenting."
"My mentor studies necromancy, hoping to find a way to resurrect the dead. In fact, that does exist."
"But it is difficult for mortals to come into contact with the power of the undead. Instead, a dead evil warlock is a good carrier."
Huang Shang spoke, and a cold voice came through.
Sargeras saw a superior look down from the eyes of this human boy.
It's me who's pinching you!
King of all demons!
"Arrogant!!!"
Sargeras spit out this comment again, but there was a trace of anxiety deep in his heart.
Blocked front and back.
The power of this human prince was impregnable, and Gul'dan awakened later, which made him see a very bad trend.
"Power! Power!"
"Hahaha, what a powerful force!"
"I want to oppress all things and conquer everything!"
Sure enough, Gul'dan expanded.
After expansion, it’s time to take action.
A miserable green skull flew up and wrapped around Sargeras' soul, filled with the aura of death.
Sargeras's evil fire swallowed the skeleton directly, but in the next breath, the densely packed skeletons rose again.
At the same time, the breath of frost surged from the body, and the death energy that could freeze the soul condensed into a battle armor. Gul'dan, who had a substantial body, came directly over and waved his frost fist.
Before becoming a warlock, Gul'dan was a shaman. He was handsome, loved fitness, and had excellent melee combat abilities. All of this was now reflected in his battle with Sargeras.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Two materialized souls grappled together.
The size of the body is meaningless to the soul. Their body can be adjusted at any time. Everything depends on the use of energy. Therefore, at this moment, the fallen titan is as tall as the orc warlock and strikes hard.
Bang!
Whoosh!
Gul'dan hit Sargeras hard on the chin with an uppercut. Sargeras was furious and made a sliding shovel, sending Gul'dan flying.
Gul'dan showed no sign of weakness, spinning several times, using his old fists, and released the death coil continuously, causing Sargeras' body to be covered with dense skeletons.
These skeletons tried their best to bite Sargeras' soul. Although every bit of damage was minimal, the cumulative effect could not be ignored.
The key is that there are terrifying humans outside who sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight. The little prince has no taboos. He even dares to teach Gul'dan the power of the undead without permission. Sargeras has to suspect that the other party has more tricks waiting for him.
Hold him.
Congratulations, he guessed correctly.
Huang Shang tested some of the death knight's skills on Gul'dan, and he would not let go of Sargeras.
He grabbed five whirlwinds with his five fingers, took the Skull of Gul'dan, and rolled up the fragments of Sargeras' soul inside one by one.
The Death Knight's death coil kills the enemy, but supplements himself.
If Gul'dan truly mastered this move, he could tear out Sargeras' soul piece by piece and integrate it into his own body.
Of course, he doesn't have that ability now. Death Coil tore off his soul, but he couldn't take it back, so it was recovered by Huang Shang.
Even if it's the size of a sesame seed, don't let it go.
"Great strong man, Gul'dan is willing to accept you as his master, please save your humble servant!"
Gul'danxiong stood up for a moment, but was finally pinned down by Sargeras. He was doing crazy damage. When he saw strong reinforcements coming, he immediately screamed for joy.
He accepted his new master easily.
This rebellious boy can now crawl at the feet of powerful humans, and when his wings are full, he can betray without hesitation.
Huang Shang knew it well, but he was idle anyway, so he turned Sargeras over and let Gul'dan ride on him.
Bang bang bang!
After a few punches, Gul'dan was knocked to the ground again, screaming from the hammer.
The next moment, the space was upside down, and the entire Head of Gul'dan began to rotate.
During the struggle between the two souls, Huang Shang had already refined this warlock artifact.
This can also be seen from the attitudes of Ashbringer and Guardian Staff. They no longer show resistance, only comparison.
Who is the strongest artifact? Come on, let's compete!
"Get closer..."
Huang Shang encouraged them, letting the three artifacts flourish and sharpen each other, and then started playing with them like an old man plating walnuts.
The skull was turning in his hands, and it was a bit jittery at first. After all, the orcs had sharp edges and corners, and the more they turned, the more rounded they became, and they were even shiny.
The Soul of Sargeras inside has been tortured enough.
Whenever he gained the upper hand, the space would spin upside down, giving Gul'dan a chance to breathe.
In addition to the death coil, the power of blood and frost is also becoming more and more powerful. This orc warlock is approaching the profession that has not yet been born.
"Thank you, master! Thank you, master!"
Along with the sound of Sargeras being beaten, Gul'dan smiled happily, feeling such a wonderful power besides evil energy.
This feeling made him intoxicated, and he vaguely seemed to realize that in the far north, there was a rune sword calling for the power of the dead.
That seems to be his weapon?
No!
When Gul'dan probed his mind and responded to the fluctuations emitted by the rune sword, he was immediately rejected.
Get the hell out of here!
Although the power of the undead is the same, the Rune Sword looks down on him and does not choose him as its master at all.
Gul'dan is not discouraged. He has perseverance in order to gain stronger and stronger strength.
You don’t care about me now, but you can’t reach me in the future!
snort!
But the next moment, the rune sword followed the undead power of Gul'dan and found its rightful owner, appearing in Huang Shang's mind.
"Frostmourne?"
Huang Shang raised his eyebrows.
Isn’t this my own divine weapon?
Just according to the time, the first generation Lich King Nero has not yet transformed, so what happened to this sword?
He thought of the Shadow Realm occupied by the Annihilation Zerg.
"Homeless?"
The orthodox forces in the Shadow Realm were expelled, and this divine weapon, which symbolized the power of the undead, came out early, which was obviously related to it.
In addition, he was the one who had fished for N'Zoth and personally lifted the power of the undead...
"Buzz buzz!"
As if sensing his thoughts, the rune sword vibrated desperately.
Frostmourne is not only hungry, but also greedy, tired, cold, and tired...
To hug and lift high.
Unfortunately, the distance was too far, and Huang Shang couldn't go to the northern continent for a while. He had to deal with Sargeras and the Dark Portal first, so he could only comfort him and cut off contact.
Frostmourne:(＞﹏＜)
No matter whether Frostmourne is sad or happy, at this time, Sargeras' soul has been beaten to death by Gul'dan. He knows that the real culprit is this insidious human being, and he roars in anger, denounced him as a demon
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Huang Shangli ignored it and carried out the scraping tactics.
As the little things accumulated, a tiny fallen titan soon appeared in his other hand, jumping angrily, but like the Tathagata Buddha in the hands of the Monkey King, it could not escape from the Five Fingers Mountain at all.
Sargeras' understanding and mastery of evil energy also began to flow into Huang Shang's heart.
"You can't steal my power!"
Sargeras was furious.
He has always been the only one to have sex with other people, but when has he ever been held in the palm of a human's hand and played with?
This is not only an unparalleled humiliation, but also a leak of power, and even a level of evil power.
Very good, I have learned to answer questions quickly.
As more and more pieces of Sargeras were fragmented, the cage compiled by Huang Shang's previous six high-level powers changed and turned into a six-color rainbow bridge, capturing the knowledge and power from Sargeras' body.
If you don’t give me what I want, I’ll get it myself!
He also removed Sargeras' personal aura and used pure energy to hone himself.
Anyway, if you don't feel bad, just treat it as a whetstone, holy light, arcane, nature, undead and even the five forces of the void. Keep rubbing on it to find a possible way for the six energies to work together.
The key thing is that there is also the control of evil energy.
This force that symbolizes chaos is a symbol of dignity within the Burning Legion.
Sargeras is the god of evil, so he is the worthy leader of the Legion, otherwise even if he is the founder, he will be pulled down.
The two deputies, Archimonde and Kil'jaeden, are extremely skilled in the use of evil energy, and they are qualified to lead their own armies and conquer the world.
In the same way, when Huang Shang deeply masters the power of evil, he can become a dominant presence in the Burning Legion.
So at this moment, Huang Shang looked at the center of Suramar.
There are remaining traces of space there.
Ten thousand years ago, the Burning Legion once wanted to open a secondary portal here, but later failed.
Now……
Maybe give it a try?
"No! What are you going to do?"
Seeing this human stretching out his claws towards Suramar's portal, Sargeras finally couldn't stand it anymore.
He did something.
Activate the alert system and alert the night elves:
"Come on, someone here summons the Burning Legion!!!"
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"Ugh!"
In the Temple of the Moon, Tyrande Whisperwind suddenly woke up, and the banana in his hand fell to the ground.
An ominous premonition made this beautiful night elf shiver.
She immediately began to meditate, looking for the origin of this feeling.
The entire Temple of the Moon glowed with silvery white light and began to respond to the Priestess of the Moon.
Since the War of the Ancients, the night elves have evacuated Suramar in batches and moved into the new capital of Darnassus.
Although its scale is far smaller than that of the ancient city, Darnassus is located on the thick branches on the west side of the World Tree. It has a steady stream of power and protects the night elves to stay young and live in peace and tranquility.
For example, Tyrande is over 10,000 years old, but her appearance has not changed at all. She has reached the pinnacle of using the power of nature.
But at this moment, somehow, she closed her eyes, and thoughts of Malfurion came to her mind.
During the War of the Ancients, she, Malfurion, and Malfurion's twin brother Illidan were still boys and girls.
Oppressed by the cruel war, these innocent people quickly transformed into warriors who have experienced hundreds of battles.
The most unforgettable thing for her was the agreement she made with Malfurion before the war.
After the war ended, they officially got married and started living a happy life together.
As a result, things have not gone smoothly since the agreement was made. After all the hard work, the Burning Legion was finally driven away. Malfurion was inspired to practice in the Emerald Dream and soothe the wounds of the earth.
Do you know how I have lived these ten thousand years?
"No! Why do I have these thoughts?"
"Evil forces are awakening, it must be their pollution!"
"Goddess of the Moon, please grant me peace!"
Tyrande eliminated the distracting thoughts in his mind, skillfully hid the dried bananas, replaced them with the night elves' favorite purple sweet potato, and began to pray.
The bunch of dark blue hair, as beautiful and pure as the night sky, slowly floated from her shoulders. The Moon Goddess responded to her call, and a picture appeared in front of her eyes.
There is Suramar, the ancient city of the night elves.
Thousands of years ago, the Burning Legion wanted to open a second portal here, but was blocked by the rising arcane barrier. However, due to its excessive power, after the war, the place was isolated from the world and lost communication with other night elves.
, the remnants inside established their own civilization, calling themselves the Children of the Night.
These children of the night suffer from magic addiction. Once they lose the supply of magic, their bodies and minds will soon dry up, which is extremely miserable. Tyrande once wanted to help these people return to the embrace of the night elves, but due to various factors
Interference forced me to give up.
Now, her attention was not on the Son of the Night, but on a majestic body.
It was a figure from behind, bringing evil energy of destruction and burning to countless worlds. A cloak formed on his back, swaying with the wind. Looking from the side, he was holding a terrifying skull in his hand, and an extremely powerful weapon was inserted into his body.
With his giant sword and staff, his face was shrouded in light, making it impossible to see his true appearance.
But one thing is certain, with such a terrifying temperament, he is undoubtedly a big devil!
"The devil has come to this world again?"
Tyrande knew that the matter was of great importance, so she quickly got up and went to the crypt where Malfurion slept.
Not long after, Malfurion, under the careful care of many female priests, appeared in front of him.
He seemed to be dead, lying there peacefully, with his long green hair and thick beard intertwined, and his empty golden eyes looking upward numbly.
Sleep with your eyes open.
Zhang Fei called him an expert.
Tyrande shook him gently: "My dear Malfurion, wake up! Wake up!"
Malfurion was motionless at first, and then when Tyrande transmitted the prophecy of the Moon Goddess into his mind, he suddenly stood up. His whole body was as thick as a bear and as agile as a leopard.
As quiet as a vegetative state and as moving as an electric shock door, this is Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage, the hero who once saved Azeroth.
"Tylande, my love!"
Malfurion nodded to her, affectionately and solemnly. Although he had plenty of sleep, his brows were very haggard, and his tone was even more solemn: "The situation in the Emerald Dream is very bad. The green dragon clan is fighting enemies from outside the world.
Fighting, the continent to the east has been invaded by foreign enemies, and now there are enemies in the Broken Islands. After ten thousand years of peace, the war will spread in Azeroth again..."
Tyrande stroked the old face of the Archdruid, who was working so hard for the sake of the common people, with his hand: "No matter what, we will face it together!"
Malfurion held her hand and showed a smile: "After this battle is over, we will get married and give birth to the child of love. I want to watch the child grow up happily, okay?"
Tyrande's expression changed, and she quickly covered Malfurion's mouth: "Don't say it, it won't work if you say it!"
"I have already said that I will work hard for it!"
Malfurion did not believe in this evil, so he imagined a bright future, became energetic, and began to summon the druids.
Just as Gul'dan was the first warlock, he was also the first druid, and the following druids were all his apprentices by name.
During these ten thousand years, he had trained many backbones in order to deal with the possible comeback of the Burning Legion.
Similarly, as the leader of the night elves, Tyrande also abolished many traditional bad habits.
For example, the hereditary military system creates a sentinel system where people can rely on their abilities.
The two of them have absolute prestige among the night elves.
Soon, a powerful team consisting of druids, elf archers, and moon priestesses was formed and headed for the Broken Islands.
It is impossible to take a boat, and the time to get there will be measured in years. Fortunately, the Green Dragon Clan is currently fighting the Endless Maze. The energy of the Emerald Dream fluctuates like never before. Through this different space, they can be teleported directly outside the Broken Islands.
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From receiving the warning to arriving with their troops, the night elves were very efficient.
But here, everything has changed drastically.
A huge gap opened in the mid-air on the Broken Beach, and burning meteorites roared, piercing the sky and rushing towards the earth.
It was hundreds of blazing hellfires. With violent explosions and violent earth shaking, ferocious and terrifying flaming stone men stood out from the deep pit.
Hellfire stood up from the crater, violent and terrifying, crushing all creatures ruthlessly and efficiently, preparing to force those poor creatures that blocked their path to flee.
Hellfire is the vanguard, and an army must follow closely behind.
Indeed, the space rift in mid-air tore open, and densely packed demons appeared.
The army swarmed out and rushed over impatiently. Winged demons, seductive succubi, roaring hellhounds, and brutal demon guards all had varying degrees of evil power permeating their bodies, and they were grinning ferociously.
Prepare to destroy everything you encounter...
"Are we still a step too late?"
Tyrande's heart sank.
"No, Suramar's portal is different from the Well of Eternity. We still have a chance!"
Malfurion didn't think so.
In ancient times, the Burning Legion invaded Azeroth and wanted to open two portals.
The portal opened at the Well of Eternity is a VIP channel for high-level transmission. The powerful leaders of the Burning Legion appeared from there.
The portal in Suramar is an ordinary passage for the younger brothers to enter, mainly to send in a large number of cannon fodder troops.
Of course, it cannot be said that the latter is without threats. When demons come from all over the mountains and plains, even heroes will be overwhelmed.
However, the current space crack is not yet capable of transporting a real army. At best, it is a small group of vanguards.
With the strength of the night elves heading here, it can still be solved.
But the next moment, they discovered that the night elves were no longer needed. The mysterious man who opened the gap in the space raised a slender magic wand.
In an instant, the endless rain of destruction fell on the head, ten times and a hundred times more ferocious than the falling force of hellfire!
Boom!
The entire Broken Islands shook, the waves rolled, making frightening sounds, and everything in the world was centered on that figure, including the Burning Legion.
The equipment of the legionnaires is very reasonable. Even if they are cannon fodder, they are not left to be slaughtered by the enemy. They can often get serious casualties from the enemy. Every time an elite soldier dies, it is a considerable loss.
But now, whether it is the hellfire that is mindlessly destroying the surroundings, or the succubus that sneaks into the room at night, they are all trembling, kneeling on the ground, waiting for death to come, not to mention other relatively brainless legionnaires.
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That is the surrender of evil energy!
Control from top to bottom!
If you want me to die, I have to die!
"He is the leader of the Burning Legion?"
"No, the energy in his body is extremely complex!"
Malfurion stared at that figure, the natural power in his body surged, hoping to see through the true face of that figure.
But the strange thing is that what he saw was not only the evil power, but also the holy light of human faith, the arcane arts studied by mages, and even the natural power of druids.
Is it an illusion or reality?
Seeing the opponent's method of killing the Burning Legion, Malfurion fell into silence and did not dare to act rashly for a while.
Tyrande suddenly said: "I thought of Illidan. He may be able to help us understand whether this person is an enemy or a friend!"