Patrick has increased the output of arcane energy, and the powerful arcane arts are like lasers, and the Dreadlord in the distance is not to be outdone, the same is true, if you look at it from the perspective of earthlings, Patrick and Latherlake are probably not fighting against the turtle faction qigong.

Rathlek was so focused on limiting Patrick's spread that he didn't have time to focus on the battle below, which still featured Thirwinne and the Horror Lords.

If Latherlake left the Spreading Rift unchecked and helped his men resist the Coalition's attack, the Coalition's assault would have stopped, and after Patrick had taught the demons a hard lesson, he would have attacked directly and taken the Altar of Storm.

No matter what Ratherlake does, the fate of the Orcs at the Altar of Storms is unstoppable.

In the air, the three blue dragons Celegosa, Chiligosa, and Matigossa joined forces to attack Tremus the Devourer, the long-famous black dragon didn't even have a chance to escape, and its body was covered with bites and scratches, and the sulfur-smelling dragon's blood kept falling to the ground.

Now, Ratherlake saw that the forces of humans and orcs had reached the Altar of Storm, and Lorams, who was the leader, took the lead in dealing with demons, and the demon hunter profession was specially used to hunt demons. Following Ollista, Lorams stood in front of Golor the Destroyer and Severine with his specially crafted demon-breaking weapon.

The Demon Hunter's aura of staring at the demons around them made Golor and Sirwinne instinctively feel dangerous, and as the coalition slowly gained a foothold at the Storm Altar, Sirwinnie's speed at summoning demons could no longer keep up with the speed of consumption.

In the air, Latherlake instantly stopped casting, his body turned slightly, and Patrick's arcane ball was connected to the arcane beam, flying directly past Latherlake's side.

Ratherlake changed his goal, and the chaotic nova accumulated in his hand flew directly towards the demon hunter Lorams, but when he was about to fly to Lorams, an energy shield composed of light blue arcane energy appeared, and the perfect Tylorams blocked the sneak attack of the Dreadlord.

The demon hunter, who had walked before the ghost gate closed, took a deep look at the polluter in the air, and let him be the next target.

Ratherlake, on the other hand, glared at Patrick for breaking his sneak attack: "Damn the elves! "Originally, Latherek wanted to take advantage of the sneak attack and kill Loramth in one fell swoop, as long as Serwinie and Golor were alive, he would not lose the cursed land, but now...... Defeat is already a fact.

"It's ridiculous, don't you think I don't exist?" Patrick smiled meaningfully.

"You have to pay for your actions."

"Oh, is it? I'm just waiting here, and you're going to watch your troops perish first? Or take revenge on me first? Patrick didn't open any pot at all, which directly stimulated Rasserlake's nerves.

The battle on the ground is becoming clearer, and as Loramth's demon-breaking weapons pierce the throats of Golor and Severine, the number of demons summoned by the Storm Altar no longer increases, and the coalition only needs to destroy these remnants of enemies to achieve a great victory, and then dismantle the Storm Altar and restore order to the entire Cursed Lands.

The Devourer of the Air, Teremus, was already at the end of his powerful crossbow, and a mouthful of dragon breath from Matigosa sprayed directly into Tremus's back, and the huge black dragon screamed and fell from the sky, trembling a few times, and there was no more life. After the black dragon was killed, the three-headed blue dragon simply did not stop, and directly sprayed dragon breath at those demons and evil orcs on the ground, accelerating the defeat of Rashlek's minions.

Defeat is inevitable, as a demon lord, there is no point in staying here, if he doesn't leave, the coalition army that frees up his hands is likely to do it with him, as a fear demon king, greed for life and fear of death is naturally passed down in one line.

Latherlake immediately put down a cruel sentence: "One day, I will crush your souls." Then he flew towards the Dark Gate without looking back.

Seeing that the three-headed blue dragon, Datun, Mahalba and the others wanted to pursue, Patrick immediately spoke: "Poor Komo chase, he is just a bare-rod commander, even if he escapes back to the Burning Legion, the other demons will not give him good fruit to eat, the most important thing for us is to clean up the Storm Altar and stabilize the situation in the Cursed Lands." ”

As soon as the others heard this, the regent of Cabolon was right, and Datun slashed his axe into the head of a demon next to him, and immediately stopped the pursuit.

Patrick looked at the back of Lasserlake in the distance, and smiled in his heart, perhaps, you are a good pawn.

By the time the Altar of Storms was cleared and the demonic forces of the Cursed Lands had largely collapsed, the leaders of both the Alliance and the Horde were counting casualties and searching for survivors from the piles of corpses to see if they could save one more soldier.

This time, Datun and Mahalba both gave the troops a death order, and the battle was very hard, the leaders of both sides were the first to take the lead, and the other soldiers naturally followed without fear of death.

"Lord Regent of Kabolon, thank you very much for the help of the Blood Elves, if it weren't for the help of Quel'Thalas, the victory or defeat of the Cursed Lands would not have been certain." Mahalba came over and had a polite conversation with Patrick. Thinking of Latherek's toughness and the Black Dragon Terems' sneak attack, Mahalba still had lingering palpitations.

And on the side, Datun, who was wrapped in a thick bandage on his chest, did the same, thanking the blood elves for their assistance.

"I want the corpse of the black dragon, and I won't interfere with anything else." Patrick said indifferently. As a Tremus who was killed entirely by the Blue Dragon, Patrick wanted to monopolize the loot, and the others had nothing to say.

"Feel free to do so." Datun said that it didn't matter, it was just a black dragon, and the tribe didn't have much reverence for the dragon, and the Dragonroar clan even dared to attack the red dragon in its heyday, and in the eyes of the tribe, the dragon was some powerful lizard.

"Reasonable." Mahalba also simply said that the blood elves want dragons, and the situation in the land of the Cursed is stable, these are all small things.

Returning to the Blood Elf Base on the Broken Coast, the body of the giant dragon Teremus was carried to the ship by the three-headed blue dragon, and Mattigosa changed back into the form of an elf: "What do you want the corpse of this black dragon for?" ”

"Of course, it's for the study of pull."

Matigossa and Chiligosa immediately expressed their dissatisfaction, after all, how could they be accustomed to this kind of desecration of the dragon's corpse, but because Terems is a black dragon, there is a huge hatred between the blue dragon and the black dragon, and Matigossa does not want Teremus to rest in peace, so there is a question full of contradictions and entanglements: "Research? "I want to talk about Arcanist of Azeroth with more like-minded people," and "talk about your favorite books with more book friends."

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