"Boom"

The instinct to draw blood was activated, a huge amount of scorching blood, the dark green magma-like blood was frantically sucked from Argona's wounds, they seemed to be endowed with their own will, under the manipulation of Tyrion, like a dark green blood dragon, wrapped around his body.

"You worm! My blood... It's just me... Myself! ”

"Bang"

The forcibly condensed flames slashed at Tyryon's body like a sharp sword, breaking through the anti-magic shield held up by the Death Knight, but failing to actually hurt him.

And that's all there is to Argona's deathsickness, and on this battlefield, it is not just Tyrion who is facing an enemy.

The pain that erupted from every part of its body distorted the movement of Argona's charge in an instant, and the magma that bound Gruul loosened, and the dark red light that danced in the eyes of the King of Goron, whose whole body was ignited, became more and more unstable, and it roared and pounced in front of the abyssal lord in agony, as fierce as a truly enraged manic beast.

It clasped its sharp left claw around the Abyss Lord's neck, tearing apart the bone plates and skin, tearing between the flesh and the bones. Fixing Argona's head to his chest, the next moment, the King of Goron swung his right armour-breaking hammer and slammed Argona's head with a frenzied gesture.

"Bang"

Demon blood splattered, and even the bones let out an overwhelmed groan.

"Bang"

The soul fire burning in the Abyss Lord's head suddenly extinguished as if a switch had been turned off.

"Bang"

The sharp tip of the hammer pierced Argona's left eye, blinding the King of the Abyss.

"Bang"

The blow hit the Abyss Lord's skull at the very center, causing its body to twitch with a blast of nervousness.

The pain of the blood being sucked, the dizziness of the skull being bombarded, and the abundant life being passed little by little, but Agona could not resist, in the fatal hammer blow of Gruul, Agona's inverted triangular head was smashed unseemly, its struggle became weaker and weaker, and finally, when the surrounding controlled evil magma quickly flowed back, the life of the Abyss King also came to an end.

"Stop!"

Tyrion looked at the frenzied King of Goron, Grull, and he cried out in a soul connection:

"Stop!"

"Roar!"

In the face of this tough order, Gruul let out an unwilling roar under the hideous mask, and it was out of control! The fierce battle seemed to awaken a part of the soul's memory, and it began to rebel against Tyrion.

This resistance made the Death Knight frown, and he waved his fingers, and the searing demonic blood wrapped around his body was manipulated by Tyrion's will, and it split into thousands of blood beads like points of light, sticking to Gruel's thin body in all directions, seeping into its blood-drained body, filling every vein, and then flowing rapidly.

Gruul's soul continued to resist, its body refilled with blood, refilling its withered and emaciated body, but the blood seeped into the joints of each of its bones under the manipulation of Tyrion's will, forcibly seizing its ability to move as if it had been shut down.

"What an untamed pet!"

Tyrion shook his head, he jumped off Argona's body, and stood on the scorching earth that had receded from the magma lake, he looked at the smashed head of the King of the Abyss, this high-level demon's vitality was really tenacious, and he could still hold on to his breath in this situation.

"You... You'll never know... You'll be facing... What the! I would also... Will be back! ”

The blood-sucked Argona stared at Tyrion with his only remaining right eye, the latter shrugged, his wrist shook, the dark red Death Grip activated, and the next moment, the huge, still beating Abyss Lord's heart fell into his hands, and the Death Knight stabbed the Demon Blade Apocalypse into the beating heart, he looked at the Abyss King, who was rapidly weakening, and whispered:

"Demons will no longer be killed outside of the Warped Void, but I am surprised that until this time, you still have the luxury of expecting to return to the Warped Void and be resurrected?"

The Death Knight let out a chuckle.

"Don't be stupid, what do you think I'm working with that old fox in Medivan to get the Apocalypse for? Your soul will never be able to go back to the Twisted Void, and your "devotion" will make the greedy Apocalypse obedient again for a while, as for what I will face... Invincible Kazak? Right, the commander of this invasion? ”

Tyrion looked at the Abyss Lord's Heart, which had cooled rapidly in his hand and became as hard as dark red steel, and he whispered:

"Go in peace, Argona, your death is only the beginning, just as I have prepared a gift for you, and I will also serve Kazak... I prepare a present! ”

"Boom"

At the moment when the last trace of Agona's life left his body, the warlocks who were desperately protecting the Legion portal were also torn apart by the raging Goron, and the uncontrolled magic became irritable, and soon, an explosion that shook the entire peninsula sounded on the battlefield, and the dark green light that surged into the sky seemed to ignite the entire sky, and after the fire dissipated, the pale sunlight shone on the ground in front of Tyrion along the torn haze.

The remaining demons scattered and fled, the Blood Mage maneuvered the Colossus in pursuit, and the Death Knights, led by Luminas, came to Tyrion.

There, Argona's corpse was like a fallen mountain, and Tyrion took a tattered Grimblade banner from the bloodied Luminas, and as the surviving Death Knights watched quietly, the High Lord stepped forward, and he turned and rested his blade on the corpse at his feet.

He looked at his warriors, and then, in the pale sunlight, raised the black Broken Blade Banner in his hand.

No cheers, no tears, no prayers of thanksgiving... Some are just as cold and dead as when they were punished, and this is the victory of the undead!

The fluttering banner represents the hard-won victory of the Darkblade, and it also represents the unconcealed nature of the demonic vanguard that invaded the Hellfire Peninsula... Fail!

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Like the relationship between Sassuvar the Corruptor and the tragic death of the joke lord Vargas, the Abyss King Argona also has his own lieutenant, which is the Abyss Lord named Maseridon, this guy is the same as Vargas, he is the commander of the fifth-order demons, and belongs to the weakest layer of the high-level demons, and its combat effectiveness is poor, but it is obviously enough to deal with the miscellaneous soldiers.

While the King of the Abyss swept his army directly to the Hellfire Peninsula, which was the most important for the Legion, its lieutenant Mathridon also led a demon legion into the swampy Zangar Sea, trying to break through the defenses of Tyredor, but it happened to collide with the Draenei Legion stationed here, but this battlefield, both in terms of battle intensity and the number of participants, was far less than that of the Hellfire Peninsula.

But the Draenei people are still fighting very hard, there is no way, they are different from the undead, even after making the decision and will to resolutely resist, every Draenei warrior who dies will make the prophet Viren extremely painful, after endless disasters, the number of surviving clansmen is too small...

The Prophet stood alone at the top of Tyredor, behind him, the Eco Ship suspended in the sky, one of the four airships that the Draenei had survived the fall 200 years ago, and was quickly reaping Tyledor and the nearby Draenei civilians to move them to safety.

And the great garrison Marrad led the draenei warriors who could participate in the battle and the civilians who were armed to resist the attack of the demons, but fortunately, the Zangar Sea was swamping, the environment here was very humid, and the effect of the fire magic that the demons were good at was suppressed very low, and the poor terrain here could not allow too many demons to rush over at one time, occupying the terrain advantage, and the draenei warriors could barely resist.

"Marlad..."

The Prophet looked at the battlefield, in the middle of the battlefield, wearing red armor encrusted with gems, holding a purple crystal hammer wrapped in holy light, and the Grand Garrison wearing a conspicuous red cloak, Viren knew that Malrad was not a man who liked to be in the limelight, and that he wore that cloak could be a source of courage and confidence in the eyes of the Draenei warriors.

"Come on! Warriors! ”

The Great Garrison's face was already stained with blood, and he smashed the roaring Destroyer in front of him with a single blow, and the scorching light erupted from under his feet, covering the ground around him with a scorching light, like a true holy place, scorching the screams of the demons that rushed in the shadows, causing them to retreat in terror, Malrad was exhausted, but he still brandished his weapon, and rushed to every position that needed to be defended outside of Teredor.

The Draenei civilians, embraced by his selfless heroism, held their weapons and roared and followed behind the red cloak, and wherever Marrad went, they frantically pounced in that direction, and these people, who had been ordinary farmers the day before, were outrageously brave when their inner courage was inspired.

"Even in Argus..."

The Prophet held up the shield of the Holy Light to protect the evacuated people behind him, and he looked at the Grand Garrison, and he muttered to himself:

"If we were still in Agus, Marlad, there is no doubt that you would be the best successor to the Archon... True victory is never a humble life, Marrad, you have taught me... The real victory, is..."

"Prophet! Prophet! ”

A somewhat immature voice interrupted the Prophet's thoughts, and when he looked down, he saw a little girl in a blue dress, timidly grasping her robes, and the Prophet's Light Electors, who were in charge of guarding the Prophet, saw that the child who suddenly ran over interrupted the Prophet's thoughts, and hurriedly stepped forward to take her away, but the Prophet stretched out her hand to stop her.

Viren looked at the child, as a prophet, he could see that there was a kind of light and shadow in this child, which he couldn't see clearly, just like the touch he usually felt when he looked at the future phantom, and the flickering light represented that the future of this little daughter could not be predicted, which made the prophet feel surprised.

The little girl, clutching a worn-out bear doll in her hand, with tears in her big eyes, sniffled as she said:

"Prophet, everybody... Everyone... They all say that you are very kind, can you help me find my father? I can't find him. ”

The boy seemed to have been separated from his family, the Prophet thought, and he reached out and patted the little girl on the head, and asked softly:

"Of course, what's your name, my child?"

"I... My name is... Dornan. ”

The little girl, feeling the mildness of the Prophet's words, was encouraged, and stood beside the Prophet, pointed to the positions outside of Teredor, and said in a milky voice:

"My father is there, he and Mr. Malad have gone to fight demons, can you help me find him? Lord Prophet? ”

As soon as the words of the little Delaney girl Dornan fell, a huge Abyss Lord laughed wildly and brandished his war halberd, brutally breaking through the defense line of the mechanical guards, Marrad raised his war hammer and rushed towards the Abyss Lord, he was like a small bug in front of the Abyss Lord, but he still did not retreat, his whole body was wrapped in the light of holy light, and he fought desperately with the Abyss Lord.

Behind him, the warriors armed with civilians were bathed in the light of the holy light, and they rushed forward with a roar, but they still couldn't stop the demons from pouring out of the gap opened by the Abyss Lord, and the battle line was suddenly defeated.

Viren's eyes narrowed, he picked up the girl at his feet, and shouted to the Elect of Light behind him:

"Hurry up and escort our people away! I got it... I'm here to stop them! ”

As he spoke, a thick, golden light enchantment shrouded Tyredor, blocking the advance of the demons, the prophet took a deep breath, he handed the little girl in his arms to the warrior behind him, but Dornan grabbed the prophet's robe at this moment, and screamed:

"I'm not leaving! The Prophet will protect me, and I'm going to find my dad with him! ”

With that, Dornan looked up at the old prophet, with tears still on her cheeks, and she looked at Viren, like a kitten, and asked in a low voice:

"You're going to protect me, right? Lord Prophet? ”

"You, aren't you afraid?"

The Prophet looked at the demons who pounced in front of him, and he asked softly:

"Little Dornan, aren't you afraid of those demons?"

The little girl stretched out her head and glanced at the fierce demon that pounced in front of her, the monster whose whole body was wrapped in flames, she was so frightened that she hurriedly retracted her head, but still gritted her teeth and said:

"You're going to protect me, I... I'm not afraid! ”

The sight of Dornan's reluctance to leave with courage left Viren with a strong sense of déjà vu, as he had failed the people he had protected at the Carabo Temple 10 years earlier.

"Iriel..."

Velen silently pronounced the name, his eyes closed, and when those wise eyes opened again, they were filled with a resolute look that had not been seen for a long time, and he reached out and put Dornan on the ground, patted the little girl's head, and said with a gentle smile:

"Of course... I will protect you, this is my responsibility, this is my mission! ”

Viren looked back at the demons who were about to surround Tyredor, he clenched the staff of the redeemer in his hand, and the prophet looked back to see that under the eco-boat, the civilians who had not yet had time to evacuate had voluntarily taken up their weapons and said goodbye to their children and relatives.

From the eyes of the people, he saw the flames of anger, repression beating in the eyes of the fugitives ... The Draenei have been on the run for too long, and if they flee any longer, the will of the entire race will be destroyed.

"True victory is never a life of hunger... A real victory is one that inspires the courage of the people..."

"Buzz"

Without warning, a humming sound resounded throughout Teredor, throughout the Zangar swamp, and was cornered by Mathridon, and the exhausted Grand Garrison struggled to hold his weapon, and looked back, behind him, a pillar of holy light that penetrated the sky and the earth illuminated the entire battlefield of Teredor, like a raging flame, and the scorching and sacred energy swept through the entire battlefield like a storm.

In that golden curtain of light, the lower demons were incinerated and the higher demons screamed and fled, and the light gathered on the body of each tired warrior, their broken armor was rendered with sacred runes, endless power and holy light were infused into their bodies, and in the most scorching core of the holy light, the prophet who was almost completely integrated with the light held the little girl's hand, like the embodiment of holy light, and he raised the staff in his hand.

A spark of holiness swirled around his body, and then he shouted in a low, resolute voice:

"Draenei warriors! Advance! Counterattack! The Light is with you! ”

"I... Viren, with you! ”