"Bang la la la"

Strange-smelling rain fell from the sky of the Hellfire Peninsula, with a hint of foul smell, a torrential rain that fell from the sea water that had evaporated by the three launches of Rukma's Breath and condensed in the sky of the Hellfire Peninsula.

Countless raindrops frantically slapped on the northern land of the Hellfire Peninsula, which was already full of desolation, and the rain fell on the ground that had become a completely desert, only to be sucked dry in an instant, and this thirsty land was like those thirsty and desperate demons, desperately breathing, shouting, and fighting.

A flash of gold suddenly lit up in mid-air, like a sharp blade unsheathed.

"Whoosh..."

The dark red behemoth fell from the sky, swirling in the air, and even brought a low whistling sound, it seemed to be a creature, its hideous face stained with green blood, and the mighty wings behind it were only the left half, and the right half was torn off by some kind of spell.

"Bang"

It slammed into the heavily desertified ground of the Pool of Argona, and in a moment of dizziness, it propped itself up with the broken hilt of its sword, but its left leg had completely disappeared from the knee downward, and the scorching flame of holy light wrapped around the wound, and the sparks of energy splashed in all directions as it collided with the thick evil energy in its body.

The giant Grim Reaper ravens roared on the battlefield, they opened their mouths, and the eerie sound rays pierced into the flying demon hordes, blasting them into a dazzle, and the roaring raven screamers swung their sharp winged blades, like the air knights who staggered in the air, fighting bayonets at the closest distance, often a frosty storm shimmered, and both sides would sparsely fall many lifeless warriors.

The war on the ground was the same, the semi-permanent portal to the Kil'gard's Throne had been forced to close under the attack of the forbidden ships of the draenei who had arrived in a hurry, and the first 100,000 demons who followed the Doomsday Lords were caught in an endless struggle with the undead, and this time the situation was even worse, because at the beginning of the battle, the undead side unleashed an unstoppable necromantic colossus.

And on the seashore in the northernmost part of the battlefield, the icy and bloody rain slapped wantonly on the body of the Doomsday Lord, and was quickly evaporated by the scorching heat, and layers of white smoke wrapped around Kazak's body, and in its muscular chest and abdomen, the wound pierced by the scorching sun's rays had been carbonized, and even the flesh and blood bones could be seen from the wound.

And while the huge and dangerous Lord of Doom leaned on the weathered rocks, staggering to support his body, the pursuers with murderous intent and hatred also fell from the sky one by one, like a circular encirclement net, trapping it dead on this barren beach.

Maybe here... It will be the place where it will die.

Tyrion, the Death Knight with a magic blade, the Draenei prophet Viren wrapped in light, two imposing orc Death Lords, two Death Lords with warbows and aiming a little farther away, and finally two blood mages who wield eerie magic.

Looking at his opponents, the Doomsday Lord snorted disdainfully, on weekdays, each of these guys would be easily defeated by it, that is, the prophet Viren was difficult to deal with, but now, the tiger fell into Pingyang, and was taken as prey by a group of filthy wild dogs.

"What an irony!"

Kazak's voice sounded, the kind of irritability hidden in it, easily reminiscent of a burning flame, and he turned his head to look at the pursuers around him, and said in a vicious voice:

"I didn't expect that on this day, I would be forced to this extent by a group of lowly rats."

It clenched its claws, and a dark green flame burned in the palm of its hand, and then quickly wrapped around its body, making it look like a burning torch.

"The weakness of the Burning Legion, which relies heavily on portals, is so obvious..."

Tyrion waved the magic blade in his hand, a sharp black light blade shook in the air, perhaps sensing that another powerful and incomparable soul was about to be captured, this unruly magic blade was very docile at this moment, and even took the initiative to "lend" its power to Tyrion, obviously, it was very eager for the demon soul in front of it, extremely, very longing!

"I'm more curious about why no world has been able to grasp this Achilles' heel in your invasion."

The Death Knight looked at the mortally wounded Lord of Doom, and he asked softly:

"I thought that 10,000 years ago, your defeat in Azeroth would be a wake-up call, but I didn't expect that 10,000 years later, the demons are still playing this old game... Without the portal, the dreaded Burning Legion would be nothing more than that..."

"Humble mouse! How dare you defy the Legion! ”

Kazak roared and took a step forward, and the energy blade extending from the broken blade of his hand slashed towards Tyrion's head, like an irresistible giant blow, but the moment the blade fell, the Great Lord of the Dark Blade clenched his left hand, as if he was holding something, and at the moment when the five fingers suddenly closed, shocking dark green blood suddenly gushed out of Kazak's body wrapped in flames.

The pain of the blood caused the Doom Lord's attack to be out of shape in an instant, and the moment its blade grazed Tyrion, Glokush and Safarul jumped from the ground at the same time, the former's battle axe with a whistling dark red halo, slashing at the Doom Lord's arm, while the latter's battle axe was even more deadly, heading directly for the Doom Lord's neck.

"Puff"

With two muffled sounds, Kazak's body was hit again, and in the midst of this cold threat, it frantically waved the blade in its hand, and the dangerous magic smashed out in all directions like a barrage of rains.

The aura of flame and the burning magic seem to be so powerful that each shot can easily annihilate even the best warriors, but on Tyrion's side, there are the most legendary priests under the stars, and under the protection of the light of the prophet Viren, the Death Knights do not need to worry about the dangerous magic that falls from the sky, although the light can also burn their bodies, but compared to victory, it is completely bearable pain and cost.

"Poof"

Under the joint efforts of the two orcs, Kazak's left claw was brutally cut off, and sharp, frosty bone arrows pierced its chest and skull one by one, the pain, the humiliation, made the Doomsday Lord roar in desperation and burst out into a storm of evil energy that devoured everything, the orcs quickly retreated, and Tyrion stepped forward in a wrong step.

The dark red energy of death erupted around his body, turning into huge pitch-black wings in the air, and suddenly unfolded, like the heaviest shield, blocking all the evil energy storms that Kazak poured out.

In the moment when the dark green flames slowed down, the sharp blade broke through the barrier of the flames, and between the remaining dark wings of the Death Knight's back, the remnants of the dark wings flapped and flapped the Doomsday Lord to the ground, like the collapse of a mountain, and in the defense of Kazak's crossed arms, Tyrion, who stepped on its chest, held the heavy sword in both hands, and stabbed the magic sword into its heart in a precise and cruel way.

"Poof"

The hottest demonic blood flew everywhere, and after the heart was pierced, the essence of the demonic blood of the Doom Lord enveloped Tyrion's entire body, and the explosive liquid splashed on the body of the Death Knight, melting his armor like lava, and his skin, as if he had thrown Tyrion into boiling water, turned his skin dark red.

The Death Knight endured the pain, and between the scarlet eyes, he pulled the greater essence of demon blood out of Kazak's body, and the deadly threat made Kazak's resistance even more violent, and he threw away the molten hilt of his sword, swung its claws, and in the last surge of brute force, whipped the blood-draining Tyrion claws away.

It staggered to its feet, its demonic eyes shining with the most vicious light, its arms outstretched, its remaining right wings open, manic evil energy swept up in its body, rapidly expanding, desperately expanding.

"I might die here! I will fail, but the Legion will not! ”

"Come to hell with me!"

A huge amount of evil energy was drawn from the void and poured into the body of the Doom Lord, like a balloon, and Kazak's body was rapidly expanding, and it was going to use a ferocious self-explosion to take the lives of itself and its enemies.

"I have never forgotten what you did in Argus 25,000 years ago!"

A roar sounded in front of Kazak, the prophet Viren's eyes rarely shone with anger, facing the frenzied storm of evil energy, he stepped forward, the whistling power blew his white beard and robes flying around, the prophet held the staff in his hand with both hands, and slammed it on the ground, he stared at Kazak, he shouted loudly:

"Today, it's time for you to atone for my world!"

"Holy Light! Help me! ”

"Boom"

The power of the Prophet was fully opened, and the holy light that penetrated the heavens and the earth wrapped him in a dazzling light, as if the scene in Tyredor was repeated, and Viren's body evolved into the embodiment of the holy light, and the golden light wrapped around his body, and the moment Viren waved his left hand, the heavy, substantial chains of holy light broke through the space and wrapped around Kazak's swollen body.

This was the most powerful Holy Light Imprisonment spell that Viren could unleash, and under the effect of this spell, the link between Kazak and the evil energy was forcibly severed, and its desperate self-detonation attack was also forcibly interrupted.

"Whoosh"

Two bone arrows wrapped in dark red light slashed through the sky left and right, piercing into Kazak's eyes with precision, and at the howl of the Doomsday Lord, all the moving Death Lords pounced on the enemy in front of them like hungry wolves.

The sword stuck in the Doom Lord's chest was drawn by its master, and in the double scorching of holy light and evil power, the red-eyed Tyrion waved his left hand, and the Death Grip clasped on Kazak's demon horn, sending him into the air, and the Death Knight held the magic blade with both hands, pouring all the power of his body into this killing blow.

The heavy death energy in Tyrion's body was drained at this moment, and it wrapped around the edge of the magic blade, forming a dark red twisted light blade that was constantly spitting, and he was suspended in the air, his long gray hair dancing wantonly, and the light blade silently slashed across Kazak's neck.

Like the final final blow, all struggles came to an abrupt end at this moment, and the moment Tyrion fell to the ground, Kazak's head also slipped from its neck, and the scorching and smelly demon blood sprayed out like a fountain from the neck of the Doom Lord's lost head, and in the moment of the holy light, the lifeless body also smashed into the beach that had been completely destroyed by various energies.

"Who can do it... What about the annihilation of death? ”

"Huh"

After a full meal, the magic sword was sheathed, and the Death Knight turned around, and he could see a remnant soul rising from Kazak's body, swallowed by the strange Void Gate, the soul of the Doomsday Lord was too powerful, and the current Apocalypse had not grown to the limit, it could not completely swallow Kazak's soul.

In other words, he and this Doomsday Lord will meet one day.

"I'm looking forward to..."

Tyrion's body shook a little, and a dark red figure appeared behind him, holding him up, and Nasa whispered in Tyrion's ear in a malevolent voice:

"You're so weak that you can't even pinch an ant to death now, should I throw you into those demons?"

"You can give it a try."

Tyrion reached out and touched the dark green blood stains on the corner of his mouth, the attack to draw blood just now was interrupted by Kazak, causing a lot of demon blood essence to be poured into his body in reverse, the scorching heat lingering in his body, and the Death Knight didn't know if this change was good or bad.

But now, he has more important things to do.

Tyrion looked up and saw the equally weak Prophet Viren, a faint killing intent flashed in his eyes, and the Death Knight and the Blood Mages faintly surrounded the Prophet in the center in a very natural manner.