"Without the Earth Guardian, how can you four incomplete reptiles resist the might of the Legion?"
Kil'jaeden taunted the four dragons who were trying their best to stop him. Even though the power of the Aspect Dragon had few opponents on Azeroth, it had already existed in the face of the commander of the Burning Legion who was rampaging across the world. Kil'jaeden, who had gone through countless epochs, was still powerless.
And the most important thing is that although they don't want to destroy the portal, they have to control the teleportation magic launched by Kil'jaeden. Otherwise, if the legion's army really comes, it will also represent a terrible disaster. The real power of the Burning Legion is not only such as Big demons like Kil'jaeden, but the endless army of demons.
The even more terrifying dark titan Sargeras is watching covetously on the other side of the portal. The four dragons borrowed the Pillars of Creation left by the titan to barely cover Sargeras' attention. Otherwise, once Kil'jaeden contacted Sargeras, All the efforts and sacrifices will be in vain.
Fortunately, the current portal here is not enough to support the arrival of Sargeras, but when Kil'jaeden's power completely overwhelms the four Aspect Dragons, the situation may take a turn for the worse.
When the Darkness of a Thousand Souls put increasing pressure on the four Aspect Dragons, Alexstrasza finally couldn't help but ask, "Hasn't the Forge of Origins been restarted yet? Even if Kil'jaeden is defeated at this rate, His magic will also turn a large area into a place of complete deathly silence."
"Believe in Arthas, it is he who has brought new hope to our world." Malygos trusted Arthas who pulled him out of the abyss of depravity and madness. "The only thing we can do now is to let Ji Ergadan must not leave the cage we have set for him."
Yes, under the cover of their power, the Tomb of Sargeras has become a cage that is isolated from all outside contact. All Kil'jaeden can rely on is the energy he tore from the opposite side of the portal behind him.
"Give up your resistance now, and maybe the Legion will give you a new life - why sacrifice your life for a group of failed Titans, who can't save themselves now."
Kil'jaeden's words are full of terrible magic. People without enough will and strength will be instantly bewitched by his words and become fanatical believers of the Burning Legion. They will follow Kil'jaeden's orders and do all kinds of crazy things. And terrible things.
As the power that the Deceiver drew from Argus became stronger and stronger, these magical words even caused illusions to appear in front of the eyes of the four Aspect Dragons. That was the end of all life, and Azeroth would eventually become Turning into dust in the universe, everything they love and protect will be wiped out in the catastrophe brought by the Legion.
The four Aspect Dragons all frowned. They could indeed still distinguish what was an illusion and what was reality, but when Kil'jaeden's demonic voice continued, they could not guarantee that they would still be able to maintain their sanity. .
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The army of the undead was gradually dispersed and torn apart by the army of the ancient gods. Although the warriors who fought bravely thousands of years ago are still being resurrected over and over again, reshaping their bodies to fight against the surging insect tides and faceless men, the creations of the ancient gods are still there. Gradually eating away at the undead army.
The corpses of bugs and aberrations were piled in front of Vastann, and the rune sword in his hand had even cut out uneven gaps. However, the number of enemies remained undiminished, and the balance of victory was gradually tilting towards the ancient god.
His eyes were full of anger and unwillingness. Could it be that the failure a thousand years ago would happen again today?
Imagining the horrific scene of the swarm engulfing Azeroth, and thinking of his wife and daughter, the resentment in Vastan's heart was constantly burning, and a darker and deeper aura of death entangled him - he began to indulge in death and darkness. Power, even at the expense of being swallowed by this power and turning into a complete killing machine, in exchange for the combat power to destroy everything.
However, before his sight was about to be covered by scarlet fervor, the familiar vicissitudes of life's cry made his movements slightly halted. Valstann swung his sword to kill the insect owl who was coming up in front of him, and at the same time he held up a huge barrier. At the moment when this blue-purple barrier separated the insect swarm, countless vines covered with spikes rose from the ground, forming an active wall as strong as steel in the blink of an eye.
Countless faceless men and bug-men who had no time to stop their charging momentum crashed into the thorny wall and turned into a puddle of mud. The sharp active barbs made those bugs who wanted to climb the wall look like flies bitten by Venus flytraps. Just like that, it was quickly pierced, and then swallowed by the thorn wall, turning into nourishment for the wall to extend further.
"Vastein..."
Fandral stood behind Valstann and slowly took off the mask on his face - after that conversation, he decided to come to Silithus as a warrior, even if he died here, it didn't matter. , but this decision, which was meant to be a confession, instead gave him the opportunity to face his son again.
"You shouldn't be here."
Valstein's voice was still cold, but it lacked the anger and alienation before, "This is a battlefield that does not belong to the living, father."
Seeing that his son was willing to call him father again, Fandral's joy had already surpassed all emotions, but after calming down, he shook his head, "In the Kaldorei, I am no different from a dead person. I begged my mentor to give him A chance for me not to be exiled or to die in prison, but to die fighting in Silithus."
Since making this decision, Fandral has no intention of returning from the battlefield alive. Even if he is lucky enough to survive the battle, he plans to disappear into the desert. Whether the Kaldorei forget him or hate him forever, he No more complaints.
"That's up to you," Valstann said no more. He only had one purpose now, which was to kill all the enemies in front of him, but the appearance of Fandral made him give up the way of completely abandoning himself in exchange for power.
At this moment, a powerful soul wave broke through Vastan's mind, and then, majestic power poured into his body. After a moment of shock, Vastan immediately realized whose power it was.
Lich King!
Alsace's gaze has descended on this desolate desert. The undead army that had been retreating suddenly stabilized its position, and there was even a vague tendency to push back.
C'Thun, the ancient master of the desert and a prisoner in the prison, naturally quickly discovered the anomaly. The huge eyes hanging in the sky quickly flashed, and twisted and weird whispers spread in every corner of the desert.
"King of the Dead, you should not stand in my way."
"I never wanted to stop you," Arthas said coldly to C'Thun, "I just wanted to destroy you."
Arthas's voice was like a signal. Lothar crushed the crystal in his hand without hesitation. At the same time, a huge green curtain tore through C'Thun's domain, and some more powerful force invaded here. .
C'Thun's tentacles all over the desert actually shrank for a moment at this moment, "How dare you?!"
This time, Arthas did not answer his question. The illusion of the ancient god covering the sky was like a stuck image in the next second. After a brief stagnation, it did not restart, but shattered like fragile glass.
The vast starry sky once again shed light on the Silithus Desert, and the conspicuous bright moon in the sky seemed to be a little more eye-catching than usual.
Arthas glanced at the sky with some surprise, but it was only for a moment, because in the next second, from the depths of Ahn'Qiraj, light far brighter than the stars and the moon spewed out, as if from the sky. The fallen stars rose up and fell into the cracks in the green curtain.
——This is the miracle left by the existence called Titan to this planet.
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