Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 388 The melee begins

While the battle in Zaresantis is still going on, on Azeroth in the parallel world, a battle for survival is also going on. An army composed of mortals is fighting in a small small town. The island is engaged in a desperate battle with the demons who have invaded this world.

The originally smooth offensive became precarious with the arrival of Kil'jaeden and the awakening of the incarnation of Sargeras sealed in the Tomb of Sargeras; the offensive was cracked by the demons of the Burning Legion. A rout occurred.

When they finally retreated to the coast, a heavy fog suddenly appeared around them. To make matters worse, the originally calm sea surface also stirred up huge waves, and heavy rain fell from the sky.

N'Zoth also joined this war without knowing why.

"what is that?!"

"Something appears out of the mist! From under the surface! Lookout!"

The fleet group anchored on the sea off the Broken Coast was severely disturbed by this weather, making the originally unsmooth evacuation operation even more difficult.

The appearance of N'Zoth aroused fear among everyone on the sea. Every sailor has heard of the legend about the existence of terrifying giants in the sea. Now, this terror seems to have come true.

"N'Zoth! Are you going to cause trouble at this time too?!"

The blue arcane energy in Azshara's amber-gold eyes flashed again, and the Queen's Wrath Scepter in her hand became even more dazzling. The magic power of Azeroth in this parallel world was compared to hers. The world is too thin, and if she wants to release more powerful spells, she needs to consume more of her own magic power.

The leader of the Burning Legion actively entered the battlefield, and the escape route was cut off at the critical moment of evacuation from the battlefield. The Old God's active appearance made this war even more chaotic.

He has been fighting all his life, and has fought against the demons of the Burning Legion and the remnants of the ancient gods. He is very aware of how powerful these enemies are. At the beginning of this expedition, he thought he had done everything possible. Indeed, when dealing with any type of enemy alone, his preparation can be considered complete.

"You're dreaming! I will never surrender to anyone! Anyone!"

Kil'jaeden held up a fel shield to block Azshara's magic cannon, and then looked at the elf woman who made him feel extremely troublesome.

"Do you mortals know what that thing is? Your world ended many years ago! This infection is irreversible, and so do you mortals. Woman, if you understand everything I say If so, then..."

Kutalos, who was the commander-in-chief in Suramar City, felt a little desperate when he saw this scene from the video on the front line.

Azshara once again interrupted Kil'jaeden's words with an arcane torrent. She did not believe any words of the great demon with the name of the Deceiver.

However, as soon as He rushed into the sea, he was restrained by countless tentacles that rushed out from under the sea. Along with these tentacles, there was an entire army of faceless men, a huge number.

"Oh, I see. Is the existence of this guy the reason why Sargeras cares so much about this planet? It turns out that this world has long been parasitized by those light and dark sensing creatures."

The battle between the two sides became fierce again. On the contrary, the incarnation of Sargeras, after noticing N'Zoth's appearance, actually abandoned the frontal battlefield and headed towards the ancient god.

What should I do?

Kurtalos decided to seek reinforcements from the mainland. Just as his signal was sent, he received even worse news. The First Emperor once again severely wounded Archimonde the Defiler, the leader of the Burning Legion, in the battle at the Draenor high-altitude orbital station. , but then was defeated by the sudden arrival of the incarnation of Sargeras.

The dazzling torrent of arcane magic once again illuminated the battlefield that had been shrouded in smoke. She aimed this blow at Kil'jaeden.

Azshara cursed after feeling N'Zoth's aura.

Kil'jaeden on the battlefield also noticed the appearance of N'Zoth. The appearance of this ancient god exceeded his plan, and he did not receive any information about the existence of the ancient god in Azeroth.

N'Zoth seized this opportunity and threatened Azshara.

The original confrontation between the two armies has turned into a three-party melee.

However, the battlefield never changes as quickly as he planned.

"Legion of the Faceless Men! It seems that N'Zoth in this world is much stronger than the one in our world."

"Deceiver! Your words are not worthy of belief! Those who know better should get out of this world!"

"Azshara, you don't have much time left. Look at that Titan incarnation. You can't do anything about it. Surrender to me and I will give this world the final salvation."

The whereabouts are unknown.

After this news was delivered, Kutalos, who had just sent out a signal for help, felt nervous. Has the situation actually deteriorated to this extent?

Even the First Emperor has disappeared on the battlefield.

"Elesandra, take out the Pillar of Creation from the Night Well."

After reading all this information, Marshal Kurtalos knew that he must now concentrate all the power he could muster. The most important thing in Suramar was the Eye of Aman'Thul, the Pillar of Creation.

The magic contained in this thing is so abundant that it supports the entire Suramar.

Now, the battle situation on the front line continues to help. If Azshara has the help of this Pillar of Creation, it may be possible to turn defeat into victory.

"Are you kidding?! Suramar's defense still needs this artifact?!"

Alessandra rejected Kutalos' request without hesitation.

"Elesandra, I, Kurtalos Ravencrest, in the name of the Imperial Marshal, in the name of the Queen, issue an order to you to hand over the Eye of Aman'Thul for military use."

Kutalos's tone and momentum suddenly became fierce, and the imperial guards in this room also raised their guns, pointing their guns at Alessandra in front of them.

"You can't do this! If you lose that Pillar of Creation, the entire Suramar will be destroyed!"

Alessandra cried as she looked at the situation before her.

Her current strength and influence are largely due to her control of the Pillar of Creation. If she loses it, Alessandra is destined to be pulled down by her political opponents.

"Are you going to disobey me?!"

Kutalos slowly pulled out the two sharp blades from his waist, his eyes fixed on the great mage like an eagle.

Azshara is still fighting on the front line to protect these guys, but at this time, these guys are still fighting for their own little interests!

As imperial nobles, they are going to be completely embarrassed!

In the end, Elisandra obediently handed over the Eye of Aman'Thul that she controlled, and Kurtalos, who got the Pillar of Creation, immediately sent someone to deliver it to him. On the front line.

On the Broken Beach, Azshara, who was holding the Tidestone of Golganeth, had to temporarily give up the power of the Pillar of Creation. She needed to use this artifact to stabilize the wind and waves on the Broken Beach and ensure that the coalition forces concentrated here Fleet security.

Without this artifact, Azshara's pressure increased.

At this time, the demons of the Burning Legion were fighting with the Faceless Legion created by N'Zoth on the spot. This was good news for the coalition forces.

The targets of the incarnation of Sargeras were all fixed on N'Zoth. While he was chopping and cutting off N'Zoth's tentacles, he was struggling to move towards his body. It was this situation that allowed Azshara to keep an eye on Kil'jaeden alone and prevent him from continuing to expand his attacks on the Azeroth coalition.

However, the other generals of the Burning Legion had enough opportunities.

"Just leave those abyss lords to us!"

When Grommash noticed the abyss lords, he took the initiative to lead a group of elite soldiers from the Warsong clan and rushed forward.

Along with him were a group of chiefs from the Iron Tribe.

"Then, leave the leader of the Doomsday Guards and those Nasrezim to us! In the name of the Holy Light!"

After Arthas watched the tribe restrain the abyss lords, he immediately led the soldiers of the alliance to pounce on the Doom Guards and Nasrezim.

However, even with the heroic fighting of the coalition forces, there is no possibility of advancing the front line under the current situation.

As more and more Hellfires descended from the sky, and Hellfire Chariots and Hellfire Battleships joined the battle, the coalition of mortals simply fell in pieces.

Azshara has worked very hard to protect those soldiers, but the battle with Kil'jaeden no longer allows her to distract herself from protecting those coalition soldiers.

"Azshara, you are very talented. Just like your ancestor Dasa, you are favored by Sargeras. As long as you are willing to surrender to the Legion, then you will have everything I have now."

During the battle with Azshara, Kil'jaeden felt the difficulty of this female elf. Even Sargeras had conveyed his will to him through his incarnation.

Just like when he was optimistic about Dasa, this female elf was also optimistic about him.

Both ability and ambition are favored by Him.

Of course, Sargeras himself did not think that the other party would surrender to the Legion easily. Perhaps this female elf would be as stubborn as her ancestor Dasa.

"Everything you have? Kil'jaeden, you are truly pathetic. Do you have anything now?"

Azshara smiled contemptuously after hearing Kil'jaeden's words.

The seemingly powerful demon in front of him had actually lost everything a long time ago when he led the entire Eredar to express their allegiance to Sargeras and offer their precious home planet.

"Sure enough, you are as stubborn as your stupid ancestor Dasa, so prepare to meet your death!"

Kil'jaeden was not surprised by Azshara's answer. In his opinion, the outcome of this war has been decided. After finishing dealing with this group of mortals, he will gather the demons present to attack the one who dares to show his face. Kill the ancient gods.

"No, it's you who should face death!"

Azshara drew out Flamestrike and rushed towards Kil'jaeden.

As the battle lines continue to change, the coalition fronts are still shrinking, casualties are occurring every moment, and the number of demons and faceless men is increasing.

Although the two sides have been fighting fiercely, the main targets of attack from both sides are mainly focused on the mortal coalition forces.

Under attack from both sides, the coalition forces were attacked from both sides.

The fleet floating on the sea was also attacked by the Nagas commanded by N'Zoth, and the Nagas were led by two Krasis generals.

The shadow of death completely enveloped the coalition forces, and evacuation was still impossible. Azshara also ordered the mages in the coalition forces to jointly cast spells to open the space portal for evacuation.

However, it is not easy to use arcane spells to open a space portal in a space that is already filled with evil and shadow energy.

Even if it is opened, it is impossible to evacuate most of the personnel, and only a small number can be evacuated.

"Let the sick and wounded go first!"

Arthas, Vol'jin, and Azshara, who were fighting there, made a common decision.

As the generals of the army, they all gave up the priority to evacuate, and instead chose to move to the rear of the evacuation team. In such a short period of time fighting the demons, many generals had been killed.

It seemed that this annihilating defeat was coming.

Azshara regretted her impulse for the first time. She probably should have gathered more troops and come again, but Moriko's regret could no longer explain anything.

"Give up, Azshara, the only savior for you mortals is right in front of you. Ask me for strength, and I will give you a chance to live."

N'Zoth's whisper reappeared in Azshara's heart.

"Even if we die, we will never give in to this disgusting monster like you."

Azshara still remembers all the memories that her self in this parallel time and space gave her after his death. That snake-like body was exactly the way it was cursed after accepting the gift of N'Zoth.

"Your Majesty! The situation has changed!"

Vashchi noticed with his own eyes that the follow-up troops of the Burning Legion seemed to be fighting a troop that did not know when it appeared there.

"Vashj, don't be surprised if anything appears now."

Azshara had no time to care about what was happening there. The battle with Kil'jaeden had almost exhausted her energy.

Until she witnessed a dead warrior struggling to get up from the ground, and the broken sword in his hand swung at the demons again.

The fallen soldiers suddenly got up again. What happened in the meantime? Azshara guessed that it was due to the necromancy.

But who would use such a vicious spell? !

While she was thinking, a sword and gun used by the Saint of Kyrian fell from the sky and almost hit Kil'jaeden. Then Azshara saw a group of blue-skinned angels descending from the sky.

"Kill these criminals who are connected to the Maw!"

Under the knife, DeVos pointed at Kil'jaeden and waved his hand at the overwhelming number of Kyrian Ascendants behind him, and then they pounced on the demons on the ground.

The barrier between life and death seems to have blurred at this moment.

(End of this chapter)