Huge as a hill, Blutarus let out a final scream, and his bloated body, which had been supported by four thighs thicker than an elephant's legs, collapsed. Surprisingly, it is not like many monsters who fall when they die, the Abyss Lord may be a bit like a tumbler because his lower body is too large and bloated, or the four hooves are loosened, and then the lower abdomen is close to the ground, the upper body is paralyzed, and then the head is tilted to settle the account.

"Oooo

Savage, rough, and partial, it boosts morale.

He is shouting for his new life, roaring for himself to surpass the peak.

Heroes are easy to age!

How many times have you dreamed back at midnight and felt ashamed of your last inability to fight?

How many times have you endured the contempt and provocation of the young orcs without being able to return the favor?

Grom didn't want to admit that he was getting old, he didn't want to declare that his blood as a warrior had cooled, and on this day, he finally found the feeling of galloping on the battlefield and letting himself go.

Follow his heart and be gracious, this is the life he wants to live!

The heroes of the alliance were stunned for a moment, and then many people began to applaud with Tirio as the leader. Tirio even had a little envy of Grom.

The decline brought about by physical aging is really becoming more and more obvious, I still remember that when the Silver Five Sages first debuted, everyone was a young man in his 20s. Twenty-five years later, Tirio is nearly 50 years old. Sometimes I can't help but wonder if I should follow the example of those queens, and Grom, and mess with Duke.

After all, eternal life, eternal youth, is really an irresistible temptation for mortals.

But Tirio immediately drove the thought out of his mind—the path of light, and there was no room for distractions. If the day comes when the world needs him to do this, he will do it. Otherwise, dust will return to dust, and dust will return to earth, and this is the final path of the teachings of the Holy Light.

Iriel was surprised to see Grom actually kill a high-ranking Void Lord with an axe, and even if he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that when an orc hero like Grom was on his side, the thrill of killing enemies was completely different.

"Is Grom's Hellroar the strongest?" Irel muttered.

I don't know when, Queen Xi walked up to her: "It's just that the single attack is the strongest, and the meat shield of the Abyss Lord is not bad." ”

"Ugh. It was rare for another leader to be willing to talk to him, and Iriel hurriedly asked, "Is there anything else to pay attention to?"

"Don't be too envious of him. Each one has its own characteristics. Don't look at Grom as fierce as he encounters nimble opponents, or those who are very good at playing mirror clones, such as Duke. Grom's only fate was to be dragged to death. "Queen Xi briefly talked about how she and her sister teamed up against Grom in Nanhai Town.

No matter how high the attack is, it is a waste of physical strength to miss the hit.

The damage of a single grom is super high, and it is impossible to deal with it if there are many enemies. On the contrary, a weapon like the Ember Messenger is very suitable for mass destruction.

It can be said that the different characteristics of each person determine the difference in the type of battle.

At this time, Magni Copperbeard struck the floor with a hammer: "Since everyone has nothing to lose, let's move on." ”

The powerhouses of the alliance understood it and continued to move forward with ease.

Two battles in a row, without consuming much energy. In the first battle, Matigosa contributed the most, and after saving Karegos, she withdrew with Ailong first. The second battle was to call it a day with an axe, and everyone became a melon-eating crowd.

It can be said that the powerhouses of the alliance have warmed up at most, and they have the ability and reason to continue to advance.

That's when the problem came to Kilgardan.

Kil'Gardan was stunned by the fact that the gatekeepers of the two checkpoints were so easily brought down, and his eyes widened and rolled twice.

As a master of conspiracy, Egg clearly feels the smell of conspiracy.

This result is normal and normal, after all, the alliance did not use any god-level combat power, in Kil'Gardan's opinion, it is rookies pecking each other, but the alliance seems to be more restrained by the guys on their own side.

It's reasonable to say that it's not normal, because the rhythm is too clever. He accelerated the teleportation on his side, and although he covered it up, the advance on the Alliance's side seemed to speed up, matching his acceleration.

Conspirators do not believe in coincidence.

If you continue the plan, in order to be safe, you must get an additional high-level Void Lord with a name to come to the town, and it must be the kind of powerful thug who can withstand the demigods.

In this way, the opening of the final portal must be delayed.

Bet?

Or don't bet?

This becomes a big problem!

There are only two paths to choose from.

Kilgardan is insidious, cunning, cruel and ruthless, but he is no more than a hot-blooded brute fool. In these short hours of more than a dozen seconds, his brain calculates countless possibilities and coping methods at high speed.

In the end, what motivates him is his infinite confidence in himself and his absolute dignity as a strong man.

"I'm Kil'Gardan!"

"Across countless battlefields, there has not been a single defeat!"

"Destroying thousands of planets makes billions of living beings cry and despair!"

"The defeat of Sargeras and Akmund is not my defeat!"

"The Burning Legion has been covered with too much shame lately! There must be a supreme powerhouse who stands up and declares the terror and invincibility of the Legion!"

"Elune can't shoot directly, all I have to deal with is a Duke Marcus and a few weak demigods! As long as I have sixty percent of my strength to enter this world, I am absolutely invincible!"

Kil'Gardan had made up his mind, no matter what he did, he shouldn't retract back into the void with his tail between his legs.

Sargeras's failure was due to his carelessness, and he did everything as dangerous as soul possession, and he really didn't know what to say about him.

Akmund was too reckless, and finally bore bitter fruit under the suppression of the world.

And he Kilgardan is the wisest and most suitable person to lead the Burning Legion, at least above Akmund.

Now, here's his chance to prove himself.

As soon as Kilgardan gritted his teeth, he no longer simply tore the space with his hands, he began to stretch his head over, only when the body began to truly enter this world, could he better observe the flaws in this world and accelerate the tearing of the spatial barrier.

This is not an easy task, after all, it is to bypass the planetary protection of Azeroth, forcibly find a flaw, and use the planet's energy to attract each other and open a new gap.

At the command post, Vasqui, who had taken care of everything, came to Duke's side, and she became the well-behaved maid again.

"Master, are you so sure that Kil'Gardan will take the bait?"

"Of course, because he's always been a gambler at heart!"