The Nagas come from the deep seas of Azeroth.

In the deep sea tens of thousands of meters below, the darkness without sunlight is always the norm, and that terrible darkness will drive all normal creatures into this place crazy, and in that darkness, there are even more terrifying things hidden.

How did the Naga survive in that hell?

Of course, they have taken refuge in the madmen who are always whispering in the abyss, but what can they do?

The evil magic of the Elder Gods twisted the Naga's form and, incidentally, their souls, and they began to hate the living like the dead, especially the two-legged creatures that occupy the sun and sky on land, and they wanted to destroy the stupid ones once and for all.

But now it seems that the Naga's hatred of the living is nothing compared to the necromancers, and they have not gained new strength from this hatred, hundreds of Naga only lasted less than 10 seconds in the attack of the wraiths, and the wraiths screamed and pounced down from the sky, their cold forms bringing out a roar of hatred in the darkness.

The Naga's eyes were full of fear before they had time to escape into the water, and they wielded the trident in their hands weakly, but this heavy, sharp weapon could not hurt the disembodied ghosts at all, and the blade passed through the ghost's body, which did nothing but make them more crazy.

And those nagas screamed in the flesh torn apart by the claws of the wraiths, and their twisted souls were pulled out by the wraiths, torn to pieces, and devoured in a frenzy.

This scene scared the onlookers.

Especially Red. Black Hand, the orc never believed in ghosts, and although several living Death Knights stood by his side, and he had seen how the Death Knights awakened corpses, it wasn't enough to keep the young orc alive in the face of thousands of rampaging wraiths.

In fact, every time he looked at the wraiths, he could feel the desire of the furious spirits to tear him apart completely.

It made him feel parched and he was afraid... Although he is now on the side of these spirits.

"Coward! Chop Pieces! ”

"Boom"

Gul'dan gathered his magical energy in his hands and leaned against the ogre, using magic against the whistling wraiths.

Even if he didn't summon demons, as an archcarist, he could use other spells, and he blasted two brimstone fires with both hands, destroying the wraiths that were coming at him, and on the other side, Gugar struggled to hold up a large magical shield that enveloped the two men, and the wraiths would be repelled if they hit the dark blue shield.

Wraiths look terrifying, but whether it's holy light or magic, they can cause serious damage to them, and the strengths and weaknesses of the necromantic creatures are obvious, and in the face of these whistling wraiths, as long as Gul'dan is given enough time, he can completely destroy them.

It's a pity that he doesn't have time.

"Bang"

The halberd wrapped in dark red death energy smashed the magic shield held up by Gugar, this heavy blow made the huge shield sway, and the end that came into contact with death energy began to corrode rapidly, and the speed of magic power passed made Gugar's face change.

"Gul'dan! You block them! (Buy me time!) ）”

The ogre retracted his shield in the next moment, and the warlock glared back at him, turned his head, and spread his hands, the evil energy in his palms roaring into the dark sky, turning into a whistling rain of flames falling from the sky, like a burning curtain, blocking the fearful wraiths in front of them.

But this attack couldn't stop the death knight, seeing Glokush roaring and rushing up, Gul'dan threw out a burst of soul fire, the purple flame raised the temperature around him the moment it appeared, and the huge fireball smashed into the death knight's chest, knocking Glokush back a few steps.

And at this moment, a black shadow tore through the rain of flames that shrouded him, and rushed in front of Gul'dan, and the orc warlock only had time to bless himself with three defensive spells, and the whistling halberd smashed into his chest, and the distance tore through the shadow barrier, tearing apart the demon's skin, and the dark red death power mixed with it left a terrible scar on Gul'dan's chest.

"Ahh

The orc warlock screamed and took a few steps back, but this pain also aroused the ferocity in the orc's bones, he crossed his hands in front of him, a dark light jumped out of his dark red eyes, and the thick evil energy was wrapped around his body, but in an instant, his body expanded, and with the blessing of evil energy, he grew demon horns, and there were more bat wings and claws behind his back.

The high-level warlock's knowledge of demons allows them to temporarily transform into semi-demons, and in this state, the warlocks themselves will be as violent as demons in manipulating evil powers, and can even use some demonic talents.

The demon incarnation is harmful to the body and soul of the warlock, and the longer it lasts, the more intense the warlock itself will be transformed by evil energy, and using this spell means that the battle has reached the stage of desperateness, either the enemy is killed or he is killed.

"Bang"

The dark green claws and Tyrion's halberd collided together, and the two of them were like wrestling, facing each other in the center of the platform, and neither of them was willing to take a step back.

"I'm not going to die here!"

Gul'dan shouted: "I have given so much, not to die here, not to die at the hands of a miscellaneous dead man!" ”

"Are you comforting yourself?"

Tyrion's voice did not waver, "What a pathetic! ”

"Huh"

He withdrew his halberd and took two steps back, the other Death Knights standing around him, Tyrion moving his neck, a cold glint in his eyes:

"Let's get on it!"

"Boom"

In an instant, five Blood Servant Wardens hidden in the darkness appeared beside Gul'dan wielding a knife wheel, and the monstrous weapon shone with the light of the Night Elf's Evil Breaking Rune, which easily sliced through Gul'dan's demonic skin, causing the blood mixed with evil energy to splash out.

The surprise attack was completely unexpected by the warlock, and in the midst of the pain he had to retreat, a raging demonic magic thrown out of his hands, barely needing to aim, just to buy time.

"Buzz"

The three demonic eyes floating in the air were summoned by Gul'dan, and the eyeballs were filled with evil energy, sending out intertwined eye edges, scattering the onrushing death knights, but in less than 2 seconds, the three eyeballs were slashed by the recoil death knights.

"And voila! It's called playing with fire! ”

Luminas leapt to her feet with a wild laugh, her twin knives staggering in the air, both stabbing out in unison the moment she crossed the top of Gul'dan's head.

"Poof"

The warlock's wings were pierced in the back, and the sharp pain made his attack out of shape, and the next moment, the war halberd swept like a poisonous snake, and in the shimmering light shining on the top of the temple, the sword danced wildly and intertwined a dark red light curtain, and Guldan's abdomen was torn open by the war halberd.

His cheek was deflected to the other side with a heavy punch, and Glokush rushed forward, wrapping his hands around the warlock's waist like a charging bull, and slammed him against the broken pillars of the platform, sending the masonry flying in an instant.

"Bang"

Gul'dan felt all the bones in his body break in the impact, and he waved his hands to fight back, but when he raised his eyes, the halberd wrapped in the dark red power of death had already broken through the air.

"Poof"

Between the splatters of blood, his body was nailed to the stone pillar, and the pain that pierced through his chest made the warlock's demonic avatar form be shattered.

He kept his head down and clasped the halberd on his chest with both hands, but the power passed through his body, and he couldn't shake the life-stealing weapon.

He had once again stepped into Tyrian's trap, and it was the same trap, in Quel'Thalas, he was suppressed by the defensive barrier and could not release his magic, he could only be ruthlessly killed, and now, he could not summon demons to help him fight, he did not dare! For a warlock, this is almost half of the combat power.

Tyrion is invincible!

But so what? He seriously injured Liresa. When you are a Windranger, it's not a completely fair fight! Besides, this is a life-and-death battle, how can there be so much fairness.

But... It's not time to throw in the towel.

"Gugar!"

Guldan, whose face was covered in blood, shouted in embarrassment, and behind him, the long prayer of Gugal, who was half-kneeling on the ground, finally came to an end.

"Everything will be corroded! (Dreams, demons, and necromancy!) I pray that you will come here! ）”

In the frenzied call of the ogre, a strong and obscure force tore through the space, and pressed heavily on the shoulders of everyone present, and the resentful spirits who shouted in the air scattered in panic in the moment of the will, and the bones of the death knights were crushed, Tyrion gritted his teeth, raised his head, and saw a distorted vision suspended in the darkness.

It was the ultimate creation of all nightmares, and the mere look at it could make people's scalps tingle and their minds go crazy, and the moment it appeared, the disturbing whispers rang out in the souls of the Death Knights, making it tempt to cover their ears.

But the Death Knight knows what it is... As early as the first time he saw Gugar, he began to guard against these guys hiding in the shadows.

With great difficulty, he took the box out of the storage ring, held it in his hand, and shouted:

"Enzos, the ancient god! I know it's you! ”

"How dare you say this divine name! (How dare you call your master so rudely!) ）”

The ogre roared and rushed forward, but halfway through, he felt the powerful energy coming from the box in Tyrion's hand, which made him subconsciously stop in place.

"The sleeping city of Neolosa, a city surrounded by flesh and nightmares, that's your lair, that's your cage! You know what's in my hand! You know what I can do with it, too! ”

"Don't interfere with me! Otherwise, the fish will die and the net will be broken, and they will drag you to hell together! ”

The Death Knight threw away the box in his hand, and the dark green hedron bloomed with a dim light in his hand, like a pair of open eyes, which could burst out at any time with a devastating light, and in the storm of energy convergence, Tyrion raised his head and looked directly at the nightmare in the air without fear, he shouted:

"You can bet that I don't know which direction Niolorosa is in, or that I won't use this thing... But do you dare to bet? Which is more important, Enzos, a Gul'dan, or your mission to reshape the world? ”

"Ulduar, Uldaman, Oldum, Yog. Salon, Cthun, Ashaji! And you! Enzos, the god of a thousand beards, I know more than you think! I know you better than you think! I am not an ignorant person who will be deceived by you! Don't try to play tricks on me! Get lost! Get out of my mind! Go back to your cage! ”

"Otherwise! Let's die together! ”

The scorching glow of the Eye of Sargeras began to make the entire Tomb of Sargeras sway, and Tyrion seemed to hold up a dark green sun.

In this blind, increasingly unstable light, every tentacle of the nightmare vision suspended in the darkness stopped shaking, it seemed to think, it seemed to weigh, and finally, the disturbing whispers and heavy pressure disappeared in an instant.

"Hah..."

Tyrion felt the Elder God's retreat, he turned his head to look at the terrified Gugar, the ogre was stimulated by this scene, and the moment Tyrion turned his head, he let out a scream of terror, turned and fled into the dark tunnel.

The gods he believed in had retreated before Tyrion's eyes, so what was he?

Tyrion's left hand was still clasped to the Eye of Sargeras, he knew how cunning the Elder Gods were, and he would not rely on the mercy of these dark abysswalkers for his survival, he reached out and took the sword that Luminas handed him, he looked at Gul'dan with a desperate look in front of him, and he raised his chin.

"Do you have any last words to say? Gul'dan. ”

The orc warlock nailed to the stone pillar by the halberd moved his throat, his whole body wrapped in death energy, making him completely unable to fight back, and a flattering smile flashed across his face, and he was about to speak.

"Huh"

The sharp, cold flash of the knife flickered, and all of the orc's expressions froze on his face, and the head smashed into Tyrion's feet in a splattered stream of blood, which splattered on the Death Knight's face, who reached out and wiped it.

"I'm sorry, but I suddenly don't want to hear it again..."