It's a life-and-death battle, and there's nothing that can't be done. The source of misery, a huge mountain of misery, was like a terrifying wailing aura, and it chased Thrall past.

At this moment, all the strong people felt that the law was deviating. The world he had known before was leaving him in fear, and an unstoppable force of terror and resentment was descending, an irresistible force that seemed to be the Demon King descending into the world, taking over the space around him.

Irel was touched by something, and she subconsciously lowered her head, and found a lot of strangely shaped insects emerging from the gaps in the temple's stone steps. They had mutated by the evil and filthy powers of the Dark Temple, but now they had fled like crazy.

Their instinct to survive drives them away from the source of suffering.

Many ghosts, which cannot be sensed by the naked eye, began to float from all directions. They wailed and wept in the same way, and then the moths rushed at Sal and them.

If Thrall was still the same pure warrior he used to be, he probably wouldn't even be able to sense these unjust souls.

However, Thrall had been a shaman since he had been to Nagrand, and although he was not a master of shamanic ways, he was no longer the warrior who could only use the word 'mang'.

After a grin, Sal quickly got to his feet.

"Drink—" A powerful electric current swirled around him, and the strong current created a subtle magnetic field that caused the pebbles on the bricks to spin strangely on the ground, and some fine gravel even floated around him.

The [Hammer of Destruction] swung out heavily, and a thick electric snake snaked out, and the brutal power of thunder blasted out, and with the explosion of thunder, the surrounding ghosts were swept away.

Thrall can deal with unjust spirits, but he can't deal with the terrifying power of the source of suffering.

This is no longer the power of ordinary concepts.

This ability to forcibly alter the characteristics of the surrounding space is already a domain of the domain.

"Be careful! it's no less powerful than a demigod!" Wojin shouted, unlucky to be hit by the source of suffering with a [Soul Siphon].

Although the power of the soul is no longer as strange as it was decades ago, the existence of the power of the soul is always difficult to deal with.

That kind of soul-based extraction is more painful than bleeding the body. In addition to the pain of suffering in the sea of swords and fires, there is more of an all-round exhaustion and weakness.

Viren made a move, and he eliminated the [Soul Siphon] on Woking's body as soon as possible, and the golden holy light shrouded Wojin's body, making Wojin's face a lot better.

"Marrad attack! Irel assists, and if necessary, give protection blessings!"

The burly Draenei garrison stepped out of his S-shaped hooves and strode forward, because according to Duke's strategy, the Soul Box was not only capable of this long-range attack. Someone must carry it within melee range, otherwise the accumulated anger cannot be vented, and the rest of the melee trouble will be found.

Irel also wielded his weapon, but a pair of slippery eyes swept over his teammates to support him if necessary. Similarly, she took the time to give the tribe's powerhouse [King's Blessing], although she seemed quite reluctant......

The moment Van Cleeff and his daughter were on top of Malrad, they had already appeared near the soul box like a ghost, and they compared the distance, far away from the farthest distance that the dagger could attack, frantically slashing at the soul box.

The pair of daggers that have already been blessed by the holy light look like they are full of golden light of sword blades, which is very beautiful.

Lilath also followed the Raiders' style of play, locking the soul box from afar, pouring a rain of arrows.

Sal had a bit of a headache and he had to make a decision.

In Duke's and Varian's absence, he is the supreme commander of the coalition.

Now the team must face two enemy bosses at the same time.

Normally, it is only right to get rid of the theoretically weak Gultug* blood boiling first. He didn't want to believe the 'Raiders' that Duke got every time. A wise leader should never be convinced that the information of a traitor is 100% accurate.

But Duke's information is too accurate!

Even the leader of the Draenei, Viren, didn't know what form and stunts the Soul Crate would take after being desecrated and corrupted, and Duke actually knew!

But Sal can't believe it

If you follow the strategy, the next soul box will have a second form and a third form, all of which are extremely wide range of domain powers. On the tribe's side, in the absence of a genuine demigod town, if you want to kill the soul box, you must gather fire with all your strength before the pressure of the soul box on the team reaches its limit.

"Thrall, that traitor will give us a few!" Ogrim shouted.

Several burly but lifeless powerhouses gathered together, all of them chiefs who had died in the Dark Gate I and World War II.

For Saar, he was a stranger to several people except one Zulushid, the only one who could name them.

Kargas defected through the Dark Gate, as did Kilrog, and there was a Halkan* Skullsplitter.

Some chieftains chose to join the more powerful Burning Legion after being resurrected, while others still kept their vows in their own way.

In the face of Gultug, who has the special ability to make blood boil, it is obviously a good deal to send the Forsaken who have long been lifeless. The only thing that can inflict devastating trauma on these dead people is that kind of soul damage. Apparently Gurtug doesn't have that ability.

Theoretically, this would be a good idea.

Sal felt a palpitation for no apparent reason.

He couldn't tell why, he just felt a little flustered.

It's a pity that I don't have time to hesitate for Sal!

"Leave it to a few of you!

The duties of the leader include making decisions in times of crisis.

In order to concentrate their fire, only five Forsaken warriors and Death Knights charged at Gultug with no support.

On the other side, even a powerhouse like Anastrian, who is also a forsaken, has been drawn back to deal with the Soul Box.

Fireballs as blazing as the sun shot out from the Sun King's hands, and with a flickering light, the huge fireballs as large as a house pierced through the darkness of the Dark Temple, and kept shooting towards the soul box.

All the souls that were grazed by this highly concentrated flame elemental aggregation fireball exploded like smashed watermelons and dissipated into the void.

All of them are frantically gathering fire to the first form of the Soul Box, the source of suffering.

It seemed that the aggregate of this unjust soul had been weakened so much that it was like a broken candle in the wind.

At this moment, a cold and arrogant voice appeared for no reason.

"Yo, it looks like you guys are making a lot of noise while I'm not at home!"