Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1339 89. Xiaodan, give everyone the whole hard work! —Added updates to the brothers "Silent Rain Falls" [55]

  Big Devil still has two brushes.

   When he realized that his emotions were a little too "active" today, Kil'jaeden woke up in an instant, and the mental influence that Xal'atas quietly exerted was instantly removed by it.

   It sensed danger.

   But when it was about to counterattack, it was restrained by Velen, who was close enough in front of him, raised his hand and threw a holy light. The shining light flew like a chain, trapping the deceiver in place for a moment, unable to move.

   Although the chains were shattered by the surging fel energy and shadows in the next instant.

   But it was too late.

  The smelly pirate Black emerged from behind the deceiver. In the flying black smoke, the pirate clasped the screaming Salamaine with both hands and stabbed the deceiver in the back.

The [Vengeful Execution] granted by the    Blood Drinker's Ring has been activated, and a churning shadow of blood represents Draenor's ultimate wrath.

   There is also the dispersion of power from the newly acquired [Giant Slayer]. The size of the eredar demon is naturally larger than that of human beings, so Hellscream's specialty giant slayer is activated!

   The legendary power of the Black Emperor has never shined so violently, this blow Black blocked everything.

   "Poof"

With the blessing of revenge, the    sharp blade pierced through the skin of the great demon, weakening the steel, neither the protection of the fel divinity nor the thick flesh of the devil could resist the piercing of this sword.

   In the cheers of the twin sword sisters, their sharp blades passed through the chest smoothly, and the moment they tore open Kil'jaeden's demon heart, they burst into power, turning the beating heart of power into powder.

   Deadly pain makes the deceiver roar.

  It felt that its own vitality gave it a "Blood Strip Disappearance", this sword with terrifying power, instantly sent the mighty Kil'jaeden into hell.

   Well, a second.

   or less than half a second.

   After the execution of Black's revenge granted by Blood Drinker Malus was completed, almost instantly, strange vitality surged out of the executed Kil'jaeden again.

   There was also a surge of fel energy that erupted in an instant, and its sweeping momentum caused Velen in front of him to step back with his arms staggered.

  Black even managed to escape with a single strike, completely unaffected by the deceiver's explosive power.

   "The Fel Heart of Argus?"

  The smelly pirate narrowed his eyes in the shadow of hiding.

   He apparently recognized where the strange power that kept the deceiver from dying came from.

   The revenge beheading he just shot must have killed the deceiver. He can be sure of this. The power of revenge from an entire world of suffering that has been poisoned for decades is by no means a big devil can resist.

   But Kil'jaeden died, but not completely.

   This guy also came prepared.

But that's okay.

  The pirate looked at the portal behind Kil'jaeden, who was shrouded in fel energy, and began to surging strangely. He knew that although his assassination failed, his plan had been successful.

   "Why are you so shameless! Fraudster, do you have to bring 'resurrection insurance' when you go out? How afraid of us are you?"

  Black glanced at the sky and whispered:

   "I'm going to report you, bastard! Madam Elune, is your GM just watching it go off? Leave it alone!"

   Lady Elune must be watching this scene.

But the world of Draenor is not a place covered by moonlight. The power of the moon **** does not shine here. Even her divine choice can be threatened by imprisonment in Draenor. The glory of the moon **** is weak here. One spot.

   Of course, the more likely outcome is that Lady Elune knows that even her own intervention is useless.

   The undead power that shelters the Deceiver comes from a corrupted star-soul titan, an existence of the same rank as Lady Elune.

Although in terms of absolute strength, the corrupted Argus felt that he was not the opponent of the Moon God, but with the protection of Argus' divine power, even if the Moon God gave Black more divine power now, it would not be able to help the pirates kill Kilgar here. Dan.

   This great demon has bound his existence to the world of Argus. As long as the corrupted world is still there, as long as the binding of such power is not lifted, the great demon will never die.

   This is really rascal.

   No wonder there is no fear.

   "Vellen, your progress makes me happy."

   In the shattering of the cocoon woven by fel energy, the unscathed fraudster strode out with a laugh. It looked at the old friend in front of him with admiration, and said:

   "This doesn't seem like an evil decision that the weak and righteous you can make.

   It's really like what I did just now, I believe it. Maybe you have more potential to be a 'fraudster' than I am, and if you want this title, I will give it to you with a smile on my face.

  The first thing we did after we went back to Argus was to crush Archimonde’s stubble to death, and extract its fel power to infuse you.

   You are better suited to lead the Legion than that greedy bastard.

  Come on, Velen.

   Let us join hands to serve Lord Sargeras, starting from the world in front of us.”

   The words of the fraudster are sincere.

   Yet its actions have nothing to do with gentle language.

   Waves of shadows danced together behind the great demon into beating dark stars, spinning on and off with the deceiver's breath, blocking the light and bringing endless darkness to the land.

   Another throbbing Legion lightning sketched in the darkness, all of which meant that the Deceiver had lost all patience.

   It will destroy the world with its own hands, and then bring the desperate Velen back to Argus.

   Nothing seems to stop it.

   An undead great demon has enough time to crush every creature in front of him like a cat and mouse, and then take all their flexibility back to his demon kingdom as trophies.

   But before it could actually do it, Velen, who was closest to it, reacted most directly to the threat of Kil'jaeden.

  “哐”

   The clenched fist penetrated the darkness and fel energy in a posture that did not look like an old man, and hit the cheater's chin fiercely in the collision and pulling of light and shadow.

   This blow was so explosive that the deceiver himself did not react.

   Its twisted body took a step back, and in front of it, Velen was standing between it and the world it was going to destroy with his bare hands.

  The old prophet had no weapons and no magic to call the Holy Light. He just stared at Kil'jaeden, straightened his back like a gladiator, and clenched his fists.

   "Ha, is this to reminisce about the good old days before witnessing the destruction of the world?"

   The fraudster rubbed his sore jaw.

   It looked at Velen's indifferent and angry attitude, it sneered and assumed the same fighting stance, and in the next moment, two old men who had fallen in love with each other for nearly 30,000 years slammed into each other with a roar.

  No magic, no divine power, no defense, no armor!

   is pure fist-to-fist, head-to-head fight.

   looks like a boxing.

   But every collision of the light entwined in Velen's fist and the shadowy fel lingering in Kil'jaeden's claws sent a terrifying shockwave in the center of the battlefield.

  It was a melee fight between two demigods, absolutely no strangers should approach.

   A weak guy who dares to approach is a dead end, and even staring at the big devil is enough to absorb the sad soul. This is the qualitative change brought about by the breakthrough of strength.

   That is the all-round crushing of the upper-level life on the lower-level life.

   This scene made the eyes of all the people who were gathered around in a serious formation widen their eyes.

   Especially the good warriors.

   "This gladiatorial stance is perfect!"

   The idiot Fenna, who was sent to the ground by Sunderland the Wind Chaser, rubbed her eyes and stared at the old prophet in front of her. She exclaimed:

   "This is the best fighting stance I've ever seen, what's up with this draenei prophet? Isn't he a spellcaster? Why don't you start punching without magic?"

   "Well, few people know that when our prophet was in Argus, he won several championships of the Jedney Competition."

  Beside the fool Fina, the first apprentice of the Dark Temple, the former Vindicator Cerdan adjusted his Crystal Hidden Blade to prepare for the upcoming battle, and explained to Fina in a low voice:

   "Lord Velen is not only the best Light Walker and spell caster among us, but he himself is actually the number one boxer in the Argus world under his elegant appearance.

   or wrestler.

   This is his achievement in the Way of the Light so high that everyone else ignores it. But if he fights with bare hands, the Orc Warlords are no match for him.

   He went to negotiate with the orcs several times with his bare hands, and every time he returned safely, it was not just because the prophet was lucky. "

   "So powerful?"

   Fina was stunned when she heard it.

   She rubbed the humming Ashbringer and the newly acquired elemental holy blade in her hands, and she made up her mind that after killing the demon, she must go and learn from the prophet.

   Maybe you can learn some fighting skills from the first fighter of Argus.

   But right now, there's more to it than watching the Prophet Velen wrestle the Deceiver.

   After the Deceiver absolutely destroyed the world of Draenor by force, the giant portal behind it began to shine, and swarms of mephits and elite Legion demons roared out.

   Just looking at the magic steel armor on those demons, and their body size is generally larger than other demons, we know that these guys are the absolute elites in the legion.

   They come from Argus, the stronghold of the Legion, and they come from the heart of destruction of the stars.

   They are unstoppable!

   "woo woo woo"

The horns of the    Paladins, the war drums of the draenei, and the desolate war song of the orcs sounded together. In this case, there was no need for anyone else to issue any orders.

  The warriors who entered here all know what to do now.

As a result, the Paladins and the Death Knights charged together, the humans and the orcs alternated to cover the attack, and the centaurs who survived were also led by the tauren Druid Hamuul from the flanks to attack the demon army with all their might. array.

   They must attack!

   After a difficult victory over the defenders of the world, no one wants to give this precious victory back to the demons.

   Even elemental creatures joined the attack.

   Under the leadership of His Highness Sunderland, the weak elemental spirits of Draenor also abandoned their fear of fel energy, and they called on the power of wind, fire, water, earth and all things in the world to help these brave men.

   This is the final battle for Draenor's existence.

   Zhou Zhuo, who always hated fighting, went to the battlefield.

   This wanderer got a huge sapphire golem from nowhere. He was lying on the shoulders of the sapphire golem, brandishing his scribe sword, and uttering a war cry, pretending that he was also fighting.

   But his results were not as good as that of his Serpent Master, who could burn a few Demon Hounds while breathing flames.

   The anti-magic coalition launched a charge on the dark plain, and the Argus demons on the opposite side rushed forward without showing weakness.

   There are also waves of light and darkness shining at the center of the confrontation between the two.

This scene was seen by a pair of eyes in the sky, and it was enough to make the hesitant guy make up his mind, so with an unpleasant crow cry, the sky behind the coalition army appeared to cover the sky and the sun. of crows.

  These creatures that exist only in the legends of Draenor appear on the battlefield today, and behind these large and surprisingly large ravens carry the ugly fallen arakkoa.

   They set out from Skettis in response to the call of the gods and came to support the battle.

   In addition to the belated arakkoa, a force that has been watching from the sidelines also appeared on the battlefield.

  The Broken, to be precise, the Ashtongue Deathsworn led by Akama.

  These rickety draenei xenomorphs rode on their tame tarbos and charged into battle, roaring, led by Akama and Nobleton.

  The addition of them and the arakkoa completely surrounded the battlefield, but the demons still didn't care.

   No matter how many you come, you will all be destroyed!

   "Velen! Stop struggling! On the other side of this world portal, there are ninety-nine legions waiting to charge and kill, and they are enough to wash away every inch of the world with a terrifying number."

   Kil'jaeden, who was fighting with the Prophet, roared:

   "Where is your holy light? How can it save you? The mistakes of 25,000 years ago will not be repeated! This time I will not give you any chance to escape!"

   "I didn't even think about running!"

   Velen angrily threw a punch at the big demon in front of him. He also dropped his previous elegant and gentle attitude and responded in a low tone:

   "It's here! I want to end all my grudges with you! You bastard, you used my son to attack me, and he used to call you father!"

   "If he doesn't become a demon, he will die on the day Lord Sargeras arrives!"

   Kil'jaeden was also out of anger. It seemed that the old friend's "doubt" about it had hit the most untouchable memory in its heart, and it roared:

   "And the people you abandoned, it was I who led them into the abyss of fel energy, but it was I who saved them! You fugitive have no right to accuse me!

   I'm fed up with your stupidity and stubbornness!

   Hasabel!

   Increase the energy of the portal and send all my legions! "

   The deceiver roared and gave orders to his portal master.

   But the sound of the devil entering the portal was like a rock sinking into the sea. Not only did the portal not expand, but it was completely interrupted after a few seconds.

   The speed of the dark green light curtain's rotation was reduced, as if the running engine was about to stop, and the power from the world of Argus was also weakening, which made the deceiver punch Velen back and look back.

   Then, it saw a guy with a huge bat wing but an elf cheek, a naked upper body covered with demon-hunting runes, who was walking out of the portal with a round thing.

   Feeling the breath of that person, the Illidari who were fighting with the demon cheered in unison.

   The blind men chanted the name of the Blind King of Azeroth, and waved moonblades in homage to their leader and master.

   "Well, dear fraudster, are you looking for her?"

  Illidan also moved his body at this moment, showing a fascinated smile. He raised his left hand, and the head of Argus' portal supervisor, Valkyrie Hasabel, was still bleeding.

   Her eyes widened, as if she didn't understand why she was assassinated at the Legion's headquarters when she died.

   "Illidan Stormrage!"

   Out of anger, Kil'jaeden called out the name of this daring fellow.

   But behind Illidan, Draenei Vindicator Commander Maraad, who rushed into Argus and returned, also walked out of the portal.

   He also had a head in his hand.

   is the head of Targas, the stalker who fled back to Argus just now.

   This traitor finally paid the price for his sins.

   And in Maraad's left hand there is a strange battle flag, which has never appeared in the world of Draenor, but it makes all the draenei shocked.

   That is the battle flag of the former Eredar civilization, that is the battle flag from the homeland of their exiles!

  Maraad waved his flag aloft once, and in the portal behind him, countless Kroku Shatterers rushed out wielding swords and guns.

   Although they no longer have the noble appearance of the draenei, they still wear the armor of the past and wield the weapons of the past.

   They were the last of the Arguss

   They go to war today.

   "Illidan! Hahaha, you **** is finally back."

  Black rode the sky, carrying Maiev, who had just returned, cheering and leaping across the dark sky. He folded his hands in the sky and shouted to Illidan who was playing cool:

   "Hey! Stop posing, and give our Lord Kil'jaeden a hard life! I want him to be the laughing stock of the stars, like Archimonde he despises the most!"

   (end of this chapter)