Enter World of Warcraft with Dark Skills

Chapter 316 The Real Sarameni

The egg became brighter and brighter, with more and more cracks. Jaina wanted to reach out and touch it.

"Honey, are you okay? Can you hear me? We're here to see you!"

Brann Bronzebeard thought this sentence was strange. He felt that he was excluded from us. He looked around at the faces of the people around him. But he didn't see anything. Jaina's body was protected by powerful arcane energy and holy light. No one would be rude to use spells to explore other people's secrets.

But the old dwarf felt that he was fired. The boss could ignore him, but the boss's wife couldn't.

"Jaina, don't!" Although he had short legs, he was agile and more like a thief than a hunter. In fact, he was a bronze beard dwarf. He stretched out his two hands to block Jaina.

People always say that a person's arms outstretched equal their height. But that didn't seem to work for Brann Bronzebeard. He was short, but his arms were amazing. He separated Jaina from the ball of light in an instant.

“Boss lady, please don’t let anything happen to you.

This time I mobilized 9000 M excavators and dug for ten days. The expenses have not been reimbursed yet!
I spent a total of 100,000 gold coins for those two little treasures.

This thing is too dangerous. If it explodes, it will blow up the entire Broken Isles."

He began to examine the egg while mumbling about his budget. He was only over 300 years old, not considered old here, but he had experienced more accidents than anyone else. Even Viren, who was displaced all day, had not encountered as many accidents as he had in decades.

He is a kind-hearted man, but also a troublemaker. He is very skilled and lucky. Unfortunately, he is too naive and too curious. He persuaded Jaina to stop.

He himself found it incredible. Jaina was a real princess. She had been living a life of luxury since she was a child. She was not spoiled, but she had never endured humiliation. She could be very cruel if she was angered. Some Lordaeron nobles still remembered the scene when she drove them all away.

Jaina stepped back a few steps and strengthened her mana shield.

He was just surprised for a moment, but didn't care, because Jaina always valued her husband. She was probably afraid that He would get hurt.

Brian Bronzebeard observed for a few seconds and finally couldn't help but stretched out his hand.

Velen tried to stop him, but Illidan noticed something. He said nothing.

However, Brian was knocked away with a bang. He was wearing a funny expedition hat, but now he didn't even know where the hat was.

But he endured the pain, ran over again, and put his hand on the eggs again.

This time he was not knocked away.

"This won't work, Boss, you're in trouble!"

"Jaina, quick! Give me the swords, both of them."

Jaina once heard Taelan Fordring say:

In times of crisis, trust Brann Bronzebeard. Stay away from him when it is safe.

Isn't this the most dangerous time? She chose to believe Brian.

Brian raised both swords, brought their hilts close together, then jumped high and thrust them hard into the large ball of light.

This action startled the people around. Sylvanas Windrunner immediately raised her bow and arrow and aimed at the dwarf. As long as Taelan Fordring was in danger, she would shoot the old dwarf away with one arrow. In her eyes, Brian always brought bad news and big trouble.

For example, they dug out the stone palates in Uldaman and allowed many dwarves to move to Teldrassil.

In Ulduar, he found a diary that Loken had forgotten for 10,000 years. This exposed a scandal of derailment and depravity to the public. And it awakened the sleeping Yogg-Saron.

It was also his archaeological team that alerted Ossirian the Unscarred in Silithus. The Silithids were awakened early. The Cenarion Circle was attacked. In that war, Sylvanas lost her adjutant, Lady Thane, and a gray chocobo that had always been with her. She could only take the nagging "white chicken" with her.

That was not all. In the ruins of Ahn'Qiraj, he had randomly teleported everyone to the Great Temple of the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj. This had frightened her for several days. It was almost like she had recreated the scene in her dream.

Of course, she was so hypocritical that she forgot that it was also Brann who greeted Archmage Elisande with his many dirty words.

It was also he who opened the combination lock of the Ulduar Observatory and saved everyone at the critical moment.

In fact, no one is perfect. How can there be no one without flaws? Sylvanas Windrunner is a strong and sturdy ranger general. She is also a stubborn woman.

She was able to deliver a fatal shot at Archimonde like a strong warrior, regardless of the risk of being killed.

Like an ordinary woman, she would occasionally lose her temper and be hypocritical towards people she dislikes.

People have many sides, and they will make various choices depending on the objects and environments they face.

Sometimes she is right, sometimes she is wrong. Sometimes she is hysterical in the eyes of outsiders and does something very outrageous. Sometimes she is gentle and looks at you like a little girl who has done something wrong.

But Brian had a hard time winning the favor of his companions. This time he made another rash decision.

However, in an extraordinary moment, extraordinary measures are needed. With a bang, holy light burst out.

Jaina, Kael'thas, and Velen quickly formed a triangle, raised a magic circle, and transmitted the leaked energy to a distant place.

Brian shouted, "Throw this overflowing energy to the southeast. Chaos teleportation is like opening a blind box. It's the safest place there, and it won't hit any flowers or plants."

Zuldazar.

A funny skull face was talking to a young female troll. The girl was beginning to waver.

"If I choose you, you will protect the Zandalar, right? And you can help me against Zul?"

"Of course, my little princess! Old Bwonsamdi never tells lies. Especially to his devout followers!
Hey!
Not only will I help you defeat Zul, I will help you defeat the Alliance."

"How can I trust you?"

"Old Bwonsamdi has always been trustworthy. If I break my promise, let the moonlight punish me!" He glanced at the blue child in the sky with sarcasm in his eyes. The moonlight was tired and seemed to be expecting something.

Bwonsamdi cursed in his heart: "It's hard to fool girls nowadays. They won't choose you without a gift. But the one who should be the most ruthless is the most loyal."

The little girl was already shaken. The great hero named Taelan Fordring did not visit Zandalar. He did not even give her a chance to choose. She could only choose Bwonsamdi. After all, she knew in her heart that her father thought the same.

"Okay! I promise..."

boom!
A huge ball of holy light fell from the sky and hit Bwonsamdi. It shattered his cape and broke several teeth. The soul he had spent a year to deceive was gone.

The essence of this holy light was extremely high, and it almost killed Bwonsamdi. But it didn't dare to argue with the guy who released the holy light indiscriminately. It knew that the guy was a real boss, and even in the Pantheon of Death, few guys could kill him. There were only a handful of guys who could beat him.

Moreover, He is devouring the former king. No one knows what He will become. He is bound to suffer this loss.

The female troll in front of him stared in amazement as a holy light bullet hit the old liar Bwonsamdi's stinky face. You've been struck by lightning, who will still believe you? "Okay! I promise... you... I will think about it carefully."

I don't believe you, even if you're struck by lightning, no one will believe you. She turned around and ran away in a puff of smoke.

"Damned Taelan Fordring, it must be you, don't let me catch you... behind the curtain!" He wanted to be ruthless, but considering the actual situation, it would be better to do it in the Shadow Realm, he really couldn't beat him!

If it were someone else, He would really dare to greet his family and then make him submit, but this one couldn't. He was a guy with godhood, and He could cast everything with light. Once cast by light, even if you were an undead, you would have to obediently become an obedient slave, and even the Destroyer who played with souls could not resist His whispers.

That assimilation strike was really unethical.

Not to mention that old Bwonsamdi fled back to the Shadow Realm with tears in his eyes. Things here are not over yet. Fortunately, there is only light, no movement. Jaina's Chaos Teleportation has reached perfection.

The overflowing holy light was transported away, but the swords inserted into the egg began to change. The two swords absorbed a large amount of energy from the light ball. Then one of them began to emit holy light, and the other emitted a gray light. The two swords representing holy light and the void retreated from their original forms, and the same pattern as on the gate of this temple appeared on the swords.

After a burst of bright light, the energy of the light ball was absorbed more and more. The egg broke apart and a human figure appeared.

He was wearing a holy cloak, and his face was invisible. The wings on his back had become bird wings similar to Avina's, but they were all made of holy light, and a large amount of holy light was overflowing from his body uncontrollably. He had an axe and a sword on his back. He stretched out his large hand with gauntlets and grasped the two daggers that were fusing.

With a humming sound, the two swords truly merged into one. It emitted a sacred light, and the two short swords turned into a heavy long sword. The sword body was similar to the Thunder Prince Sunderland's Thunder Fury·Blessed Sword of the Wind Seeker, with an extremely sharp blade and a hollow in the middle.

Six different colored light clusters appeared in the hollowed-out area, gradually merging into one, and then quietly emitting white light. The sword body had lost all traces of dust and years of seawater immersion, and it seemed to be reborn, with the wonderful patterns on it seeming to be naturally generated.

The sword of the Salamani Highborne finally revealed its true colors. It was so well matched with Tyran Fording. It could conduct all the forces and allow them to combine at will to exert terrifying power.

Shandris Feathermoon murmured, "This is not Sarameni. According to the ancient description, it should not be like this. Its blade is two-pronged. It does not have such a magic circuit, and it is not so powerful."

Velen looked at the sword and said, "This is its true appearance. Only when it is paired with a master who can use the full force can its true power be unleashed."

"A single Force cannot even exert one thousandth of its power."

Jaina didn't care about the danger posed by Taelan Fordring. She rushed forward with open arms and hugged him tightly.

"My dear, you are finally back. You don't know how much we missed you."

Taelan Fording recovered and he also hugged his wife's plump waist.

"Yes, Janna, I'm back, everything is fine."

There is not just one piece of Anser's legacy here, but all the rest, and now they are united. All we have to do is absorb them all. But this will take a long time.

It's a pity that the scars on his soul have not completely healed. If the sword hadn't absorbed a lot of holy light, He would have been forged by light. When the time comes, I don't know if it will be Him who comes back.

Fortunately, Brian Bronzebeard's bad idea worked at a critical moment.

Tyran Fording drew out the blessed sword of the Flamefury Lifebinder from behind him. Bits of holy light emerged from the void, soaking the sword like water. When the entire giant sword was ignited.

Tyran Fordring grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, pointed the sword downward, and thrust it hard into the ground. A new source of holy light was created.

It will replace Taelan Fordring and provide blessings to the Alliance. This is an ability learned from the totemology of the Tauren. The price is that Taelan Fordring can no longer use the aura left behind. This ability is a bit like the Scourge Bone Bell in the Warcraft game, which can provide a certain specific aura effect.

"Janna, prepare to teleport. Leave Naxxramas behind.

Illidan, my brother, we meet again!"

Illidan came over, stretched out his clawed hand, and grasped Taelan Fordring's right hand.

"My brother, we have all fulfilled our promise. All these years of forbearance were for this moment."

Shandris Feathermoon and King Kael'thas both felt that Kil'jaeden should be dealt with on the spot and then the Burning Legion's army should be wiped out.

It is not a good idea to go on such a long and arduous expedition to the unknown Argus. If something unexpected happens, Kil'jaeden will give up on Devouring and choose to kill. At that time, the Alliance will suffer a huge loss.

Illidan looked at the two people with puzzled expressions and said in his hoarse voice:

"You have no idea what you are facing. Because of the protection of a strange magic circle, the true combat power of these demons cannot enter Azeroth for the time being."

"There are hundreds and thousands of interstellar battleships outside. Even Tyran Fording, with his current strength, cannot resist them."

"Fortunately, there is still one place that is their weakness, and that is the Burning Throne of Antorus!

That place belongs to the Titan Argus. The Burning Legion dare not concentrate all its warships there.

Now they can’t!”

Illidan raised his hand, and a stone glowing green floated from his hand towards Taelan Fordring.

The latter grabbed it. A more pure evil power than Kil'jaeden appeared in front of everyone. The green magic gem behind Taelan Fording paused for a moment, then began to spin again.

Fel power drives the Key of Worlds. A green portal opens, and on the other side is a wilderness. Fel power is everywhere.

Velen's eyes showed a sad look: "Argus, my hometown. After tens of thousands of years, I am going back to that sad place again."

Tyran Fording took Illidan's words and said, "The anti-Titan array needs the support of guardian dragons or guardians. But their power is limited. Once they are exhausted, the effect of the array will weaken, and those cunning demons, especially the Nathrezim, will invade our world.

They keep killing our guardians. Now there is only one dragon left in the Black Dragonflight, Blackhorn, helping us fight. The Blue Dragonflight is dwindling, except for Malygos and his wife, and only a few young dragons, Kalec, Stellagosa and Tyragosa.

Some time ago, the elder red dragon also died in battle. The only dragon left by Her Majesty Ysera was Mylinsera.

As for the bronze dragons, we only have Chromie, and the rest are just young dragons that were put together here and there. And Soridormi did not participate in the battle.

Besides, their reproduction capacity is worrying, except for the Red Dragon Legion."

Illidan said: "If we repel Kil'jaeden here, they will rush over like crazy to snatch the Key of the Realms."

"The resurrected Kil'jaeden will surely come again. We don't know how many more people will die. I heard that the Earth King Archaedas has also joined the battle. Once he and Blackhorn are killed, this circle will be doomed."

"Our only choice is to go to the Burning Throne of Antorus and kill Argus the Unmaker. Make sure they have no hope of resurrection. Then scatter like birds and beasts.

Once Argus dies, I'm sure the demon army will fall apart. Then we can go back and kill Kil'jaeden, and he won't be able to rise again."

After listening to Illidan's plan, everyone agreed with him.

"Let's get started! Let's go to Argus and end this burning nightmare!"

(End of this chapter)