"Bang"

In the bridge hall of the Mallet, Lord Talgas swung his skull-embellished hunting twin swords to block the blast of Iriel's power hammer, but he himself was knocked back several steps by the brutal force of death.

Behind Iriel, the Rock Knights in black steel armor wielded dragoon spears slaughtering poor Eredar demons and destroying the ship's equipment.

It's not an equal contest!

The Eredar Demon Warlocks screamed and threw terrifying and corrosive spells, but those spells smashed on the bodies of the Rock Knights, and apart from corroding the black steel armor, they could not break the rock bodies blessed by the Naraksha Engine, on the contrary, the dragoon spears in the hands of the Rock Knights, with the blessing of their endless power, could easily split the demons in front of them into a disgusting mass of flesh and blood with every swing.

It's not fair at all!

"You damned undead!"

The hunting sword in the hands of the Lord of Targas frantically slashed at Iriel, but it was easily blocked by the death shield held up by the Death Lord, and in front of the white hair of Iriel in the black battle helmet, she stepped forward without saying a word to suppress it, and the heavy power hammer in her hand was blessed by the kinetic energy of the flamethrow, and every time it was smashed, it would completely defeat Targas's offensive.

"You shouldn't be here! Viren's fate will end today, and no one can stop it! Go to hell! Go to hell! ”

"Samara!"

Irel held the power hammer in both hands, resisting Talgas's frenzied swing, she whispered the name of her most trusted friend, in the air behind Targas, a Draenei banshee suspended there strangled Targas from behind with her cold hands, the vicious banshee Samaruo sent a kiss to her best friend, and the next moment, the banshee opened her mouth and a terrible scream gushed out in all directions.

Necromantic offensive magic that acts directly on the soul - Banshee's Howl!

"Ahh

Lord Talgas, who felt that his soul was about to be torn apart, staggered back, he did not lose his weapon, representing the extremely powerful fighting instinct of this demon lord, but the pain of this soul being stabbed still made him powerless to resist the bombardment of Iriel's power hammer, and in the next second, the flame-spraying war hammer smashed into Lord Talgas's abdomen, smashing this unlucky high-level demon out in the blood splash.

Irel wanted to continue the pursuit, but the destruction of the Evil Hammer by the Titan Guards finally caused the starship to lose power at this moment, and it let out an overwhelmed moan like a badly injured old man, and the entire starship began to tilt and fall towards the Borean tundra wilderness below.

With the blessing of gravity, the Hoof Girl Death Lord barely managed to maintain her balance in the tumbling bridge hall, and she shouted to the Death Titan Guards behind her:

"Fix your body and prepare for impact!"

"This is the last part of the test, don't break your body on impact, it will hurt!"

"Wow"

As soon as Iriel finished speaking, between the rapidly falling portholes of the Evil Hammer, a gleaming light appeared in the eyes of the hoofed girl, it was a golden holy light, it shone in the sky, like a node door that had been quickly opened, and soon formed a door burning with golden flames in the sky.

It's like a big war portal

And in Iriel's final vision, which fell with the Mallet of Evil Powers, she saw a golden warship rushing into the world through the golden door.

It was a jewel starship larger than the largest ship of the Burning Legion, imbued with the creation style of the Draenei, like a jewel flying in the air, and this battleship seemed to be protected by some strange magic, and every inch of its hull shone with the essence of the Holy Light.

"What's that?"

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"Wow"

The Legion's main battleship, the Zenidal spaceship, crossed the world portal that Zela had forcibly opened in the Temple of Void Light, and when the starship finally entered Azeroth, it almost "squeezed" the space.

To open the portal across the infinite path of the stars in an instant is extremely difficult for a top-level holy light creature like Zela, who uses the mark on Chaldean's body as a signpost, forcibly tearing open the wormhole of space, and using her own origin holy light as the framework to stabilize the wormhole, which is equivalent to Zela using herself as the void engine of the battleship.

Her immense power dissipated in that instant, making the Mother of Light who had entered Azeroth very weak, she knew the dangers of this world, and she knew that she could not stay in this world for long.

"Tulayan! Faria! Tramon! ”

In a weak voice, Zela summoned several of her most trusted subordinates in a row, and she said in a deep voice:

"Enter the ground battlefield as fast as you can, find Illidan and Chaldean, and take them away! This world is not a blessed place of Light, and we cannot stay here for long! Fast! ”

The first to react was the Archbishop Tulayan of the Holy Light Legion, the paladin who was born in Azeroth was the first to adapt to the gravity of Azeroth, he quickly pounced on the starship console, Tulayan's face was solemn, he could clearly see that in the sky around Zenidar, the Burning Legion warships seemed to be experiencing a strange civil unrest, and several warships had stopped functioning and fell towards the battlefield below.

In the clouds above Zenidar, there is a unique formation of black battleships, but that formation does not seem to be equipped with weapons systems, and they are not involved in the attack on the Burning Legion starships.

This is a good opportunity, in this case, Zenidar's main gun, the Adjudicator of the Holy Light, can completely destroy this fleet of the Burning Legion in a very short period of time by simply firing

Zenidal is not a clumsy starship imitation of Azeroth's Darkblade Legion, it was born in the era of the most advanced technology of the Eredar civilization, it already has the ability to fight in the stars, it is a real starship, and its main gun is a new product of gunpowder firing weapons that are detached from the traditional concept of Azeroth, and it is a mature product of energy weapons that only exist in the imagination of some of the world's top engineering masters.

The main cannon that uses the gathered holy light as the source of energy and the attack mode, is called the "Holy Light Judge", if you don't consider the generational difference between technology, you can actually see this weapon as an upgraded product of the Raven Man's former energy weapon "Rukma Breath", of course, the technical content between the two is completely different.

"Leave those starships alone! The signals of Tulayan, Illidan and Chaldea are below! They're trapped there by demons! ”

Captain Faria manipulated the battlefield spotter of the battleship Zenidal, and she easily found the signal of the Chaldeans, the Lightcast Priest was hiding in the trench at the edge of the second line of defense of the battlefield, and the target Illidan was in the depths of the demon position, nothing could stop this fanatical demon hunter who enjoyed the thrill of hunting demons, even under the constant bombardment of the Dark Blade, Illidan was still chasing his target.

Moreover, with the Demon Hunter's super perception and speed as fast as a shadow, it is difficult for the Dark Blade's artillery bombardment to cause damage to them.

"The undead on the surface of the sea are preparing for the next round of shelling."

"Quick! Rid them of the demons and teleport them both! ”

Faria turned her viewer to the shore on the edge of Shatar's city, while the silent Lightaber Saint Tramont was rapidly activating Zenidal's main cannons, and behind them, the Lightforge Knights were ready to intervene in this ground war, but if all went well, they didn't need to land for battle.

The Zenidal ship has the teleportation technology of a starship, which can teleport them to the chamber as long as they lock onto the target, and at that point, Zela will once again open the portal from Azeroth to the Temple of Void Light, and they will be able to leave this dangerous world in the blink of an eye, just as they came

On the lower deck of the Holy Light Battleship, the jewel-embellished steel shell slowly opened under the mechanical movement, and a strange energy transmitter was taken out diagonally downward with a lot of small gems, and then began to rotate rapidly, and in between, beyond the energy emitting port, extended three probes for binding energy, and before the probe, a golden crystal suspended in the probe began to recharge rapidly.

Just like a small sun, the bright light that burst out in the sky made everyone on the battlefield below couldn't help but raise their heads, but the moment they looked directly at the light source, they were blinded by the bright halo, they had to raise their palms to block the golden light piercing the sky, in a few seconds of charging, the demons on the battlefield of the wasteland below seemed to sense the impending catastrophe, they roared and retreated, but there were too many of them, in this short time, it was impossible to complete the retreat.

"Goal Lock is complete! 4,500 meters below the ground battlefield! Lowest output! Main cannon fire! ”

"Boom"

In the deep voice of the Sword Saint Tramon, a golden pillar of light like creation fell from the sky, like a golden waterfall hanging straight down from a high mountain, and the moment it touched the ground, the entire earth of the north wind tundra began to vibrate, and the demons illuminated by the golden pillar of light, whether it was a powerful destruction demon, a weak imp, or even a powerful abyss lord, were all burned into ashes flying in the sky in an instant in that scorching light.

And in the slight swaying of that light, in the black demon sea, a circular area that swept everything was shaped in just 3 seconds.

The golden pillar of light, as if it was about to cut the world, suddenly disappeared, fast without warning, just like the scene when it appeared, but in front of the eyes of everyone on the ground, the demon army that originally surrounded the wilderness was completely annihilated by one-third in the short 3-second main cannon fire just now.

"Cleanup complete!"

Tramon left the main gun controller with both hands, and Captain Faria quickly operated in front of the console, quickly entering the coordinates of Chaldea and Illidan, and only needed to press the button to end this raid of the Holy Light Legion

however

"You don't know how much thought and energy I have spent to invite you, the Mother of Light, to my world."

"But it's all here, do you want to leave so soon after making a mess of my battlefield?"

"It's rude."

A gloomy and calm voice suddenly sounded in Zela's mind, causing the Mother of Light to shine around her and suddenly retract, she recognized the voice, she knew who it was Tyrion. Dawnblade.

Zela's "eyes" looked at the top of the starship Zenidal, through the steel wrapped in holy light, higher in the sky, in the thin clouds, the rift in the dead realm had opened, and the High Lord was sitting on the edge of the rift in the dead realm, with a lit cigar in his finger, leaning very leisurely on the edge of the black rift, looking down at the ship shining with holy light.

At this moment, the eyes of the two bigwigs who had been fighting for a long time looked at each other, and even brought a spark in the air.

"What the hell do you want to do! Tyrion! ”

Zela asked, but the High Lord did not answer the question, he took a deep breath of smoke, and between the smoke above the sky, he patted the two long swords placed beside him, and whispered:

"Of course you can leave, my friend Zela."

"But guess how long it will take me to keep all the people on your ship? And the ultimate purpose of your coming here, Illidan, guess how many seconds he can hold out in front of me? ”

"What the hell are you! I want to do it! What the!!! ”

The voice of the Mother of Light, who had always been gentle, became extremely cold at this moment, and Naru was also really angry.

"It's easy!"

The Grand Lord threw the cigar smoke in his hand into the air in front of him, and in the cold temperature, the white smoke that flew away seemed to condense in the air, and between the collision of the smoke and the wind, Tyrion picked up two long swords, and with the sound of sharp blades unsheathed, he was already standing on top of the Zenidal ship when the black shadow dissipated.

In the sound of the cold wind blowing through his long gray hair, he whispered:

"Your obsession with fate interfered with my big plans, but I don't regret it, after all, we were not friends from the beginning"

"As for what I want to do? Quite simply, I have only one trivial request for our old rivals to come face to face! Use your glittering spaceship as a battlefield."

"If you fail, all the people you shelter will still live peacefully in this world."

"Of course, Venerable Mother of Light, Zela, you can also try and defeat me! Then take your loot and leave safely"