Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1724 92. His Royal Highness Little Star angrily denounced the Titans

  The demons have gone mad.

  Although he lost the command of the deceiver and the commander council, the command system was destroyed by the Nasrezim who jumped back on the battlefield, causing the various demon armies on the battlefield to be unable to communicate with each other at all.

   But seeing that the mountain of the Burning Throne, which is the heart of Argus, has begun to collapse, and the disgusting holy light is constantly shining in the dim sky, as long as the demons are not blind, they will know what happened.

  The lack of scheduling makes it difficult for them to rush to the holy place shaped by the dark titan to support them in an orderly manner, but it is not a bad thing to have no disgusting order constraints.

   This means that the demons can finally unleash the cruelty and tyranny of their soul instinct.

  Where the enemy is, they go.

   The enemy attacked everywhere, and they fought back everywhere.

   While enjoying the frenetic, noisy and chaotic hilarious slaughter, the demons are never afraid of challenges, and they don't even care about winning or losing.

   They just want to slaughter now!

   Under the frenzy of chaotic demons, the steel army sent from Ulduar was almost exhausted.

  Although these titan warriors killed several times their own demons before shutting down, such killing can only stimulate those crazy demons to launch continuous attacks on powerful invaders in a frenzied manner.

  Seriously, the casualty ratio and consumption rate of the demon side on the battlefield are enough to kill any commander of any civilization on the spot. What they should do now is to retreat and start the war again after completing the division of the battle sequence.

   But the furious demeanor of the demons became their advantage at this moment, just like a mad dog who saw blood, they didn't care about their own situation at all, they would never take a step back until they completely killed the enemy.

   If it wasn't for the swarms of the ancient lord commanding the top at a critical moment, the large army behind to buy time for the Ash Crusade might have been completely defeated by the tide of demons.

   But the situation is still not optimistic.

The numerical advantage of the    swarm is meaningless in the demonic holy land of Antoran Wastes.

Except for the special elite troops such as the mantid, the crypt lords, and the swarm lords, which can compete with the demons in a dazzling casualty ratio, the ordinary qiraji cannot compete with the demons even if they are strengthened by the genes of the Aqir Empire. a draw.

   The two sides are not at the same level of life form at all, and the Yaki Empire is far from growing to the point where it can compete with the violent demon army.

   Xal'atath has ordered the swarm into the most furious offensive.

  Even the queens that lay eggs are required to live their lives. The eggs will be put into the corpses of the fallen demons on the battlefield by the workers to hatch quickly, and they will be sent to the battlefield before they grow into adults.

   This is already squeezing the last vitality of these swarms to ensure that their numbers can withstand the mad attack of the devil.

   The critical situation at the moment forced the wounded to retreat again, holding their weapons tightly and going into battle. Even the commander, Jarod Shadowsong and Pope Fao, had already brought their swords to the stage.

  Well, by the way, the posture of old man Fao when he wielded his two-handed warhammer to purify the demons is quite general.

   is no worse than the paladins who guarded him, and many times old Fao has to swing a hammer to rescue his guards, and he doesn't know who is protecting who.

  Tsk tsk, it can only be said that Azeroth has its own national conditions here.

   "Look, the Burning Throne is collapsing, and our warriors have crushed the fel heart of the Legion! Hold on, brothers, till the end!"

   Garrod, holding the head of a severed demon in his hand, stood at the entrance of Port Hope, which had been blown up by the demon, hoarsely boosting the morale of the surrounding warriors.

   But the inspirational effect is poor.

   It's not that the warriors are frightened by the demons, it's just that one-third of the soldiers defending here have become "freshly baked" undead.

   These newborn death knights have no such thing as "morale" at all.

   They were just arranging their swords and armors in a silent and orderly manner, and some were receiving psychic body stitches. Once the Black Crows who fought fiercely on the front line needed them to go into battle, these dead people would go to the battlefield without hesitation.

   And the Hall of Valor suspended above the Hope Port opened the Rainbow Bridge every five minutes, sending those heroic spirits who were recovered by the Golden Valkyrie into the Hall of Valor and regained their lightning-forged bodies into the battlefield.

  Odin's holy arsenal for this battle has been emptied by two-thirds, and it is difficult for the remaining Thundercast body to last until the end of this battle.

   And Valhalla itself was constantly being attacked by demons flying in the sky, and the Golden Valkyrie who was in charge of air defense also suffered heavy casualties.

   "Look at the battlefield before you, the warriors of demons and spirits and mortals kill each other in anger, while the soul of the creator waits to be saved by warriors.

   This is Odin's prophecy!

   This is the legendary Ragnarok!

   Awesome, I'm in this fight and I'm going to be a vrykul legend! "

The Supreme Shield Maiden, Heya, who was receiving treatment in Hope Harbor, leaned on her spear and blood-stained shield. This bellicose vrykul had dashed around the battlefield three times, her war bear was killed, and her The storm dragon was pulled into the ground by the demon and torn into flesh and blood, and even she herself was blinded by the demon poison in one eye during the fierce battle.

   Now Hya wraps her head with a divinely purified bandage to keep her wounds from getting worse, but her face is still full of fighting spirit.

   However, the fact that a belligerent shield girl can say such words of fear and emotion fully proves the tragic degree of this battle. They have become so tragic as support in the rear. It is really hard to imagine the desperate situation of the Ash Pioneers who broke into the Burning Throne.

   "Look! Look there!"

Just as Heya drank a bucket of ale, and was ready to fight with only half of the shield girls left, he was driving the dragon eagle to shoot and harvest the head of the bright ranger. Duren Brightwing pointed into the distance and shouted:

   "The tree of life! The great creator is breaking away from the demon's lair, she is leaving the Antoran wasteland! The rescue of the pioneers has been successful! The soul of the titan has been rescued!"

   This is certainly good news.

   But it's hard to have any morale-blasting effect on the current battle situation, because the soldiers are tired, and they now desperately hope that this endless battle will end soon.

Probably aware of the dilemma of the rear battlefield, above the Zenidar, which temporarily carried four Titan Souls to the outside world, the life Titan Lord Ionar was also leaving Antorus. Power was thrown towards those warriors.

   The breath of life swayed down like a green rain of light.

  Any mortal who comes into contact with these light rains will wash away their exhaustion and pain in an instant, and those who are hit will scream and be covered in sulfuric acid.

   But before the coalition soldiers cheered for this miracle of war, a crimson meteor ripped apart the sky and smashed into the battlefield of Antoran wasteland.

   When it landed, it shattered the earth covered with corpses, and when the dark giant stood up with the burning giant blade in the shaking, the demon who had just been repelled roared again and rushed again.

   Haha, the fel spirit has come!

  The big demons can form a halo effect of dominance and command over the lower demons.

   With Aggrama, a serious evil god, at the moment of his appearance, the entire Antoran demons seemed to have taken medicine collectively.

   This is very similar to the dark enhancement of the swarms by the ancients, allowing the demons to break through the defense lines in all directions almost instantly, and even those violent swarms were reversed by the rushing and raiding demons.

When seeing Aggramar's appearance, the Zenidar carrying the Tree of Life had just left Antorus. In the roar of the spaceship pilot, the spacecraft did its best to lift off to avoid Aggramar's attack.

  The gray-white Naruzlarli, who was escorting the Titan Souls on the spaceship, was even ready to die as heroically as Zera, but it was beyond their expectations.

   Aggramar didn't even look at the spaceship carrying the Tree of Life. The moment he appeared, he charged towards the crumbling throne of Antorus with his burning great sword.

   He was in a hurry.

   On the way, Pentium did not know how many stupid and unlucky demons were trampled to death, but no one dared to question this.

   "Can't let him pass!"

   On the Zenidar spaceship, the gray-white Naruzlali scolded the spaceship operators with a rage that was completely inconsistent with the creation of the Holy Light:

   "When he goes to Black, it's over, open the cannon! Immediately open the cannon!"

   After a few seconds, the Arbiter of Light under the spaceship began to charge up, and with Aggrama's mountain-like figure, there was no need to worry about whether it would miss a shot.

The dazzling light beam cut through the dark sky like a sharp blade and shot straight at Aggramar, the fallen titan who was slashing at the collapsed peak of Antorus with a swift swipe and turned to block his burning blade like a shield. in front of you.

  The beam of supreme holy light was deflected by Taeshalak's sword and blasted to the rear of the battlefield, shattering the ground in an instant, causing the scorching fel magma to shatter, creating a scene of doomsday collapse.

   The demons were howling almost crazy.

   They are cheering for the power of their gods.

  Although the fallen titans didn't say a word, the demons scattered everywhere seemed to have received the supreme oracle.

   "He is still the same as before, always knowing what to do in any situation."

   Lord Eonar's exhausted voice echoed in the Zenidar. The Life Titan watched the fallen Titan raise his sword again. She knew that Aggramar had felt the provocation and obstruction from the Titan Soul.

   The former guardian knew very well that the cosmic souls of his compatriots had all escaped.

   Aggramar knew that it was impossible for him to enter the heart of the world that was being swallowed by the void so smoothly, and it was even more impossible for him to protect the birth of Argus the annihilation.

   Unless, he fights with his brothers here, just as Sargeras destroyed the Pantheon in the world of Nayran.

   He also died in that battle.

  Unfortunately, his luck was not as good as Eonar.

   "Brothers, I know you are all tired."

  The Titan of Life spread out its branches, her gentle words echoed around the tree of life, she said:

   "But now we must devote what we have left to the cause of mortal warriors"

   "They unleashed the Old Gods to devour Argus, Eonar."

  Mysterious Titan, Dreamweaver Norgannon responded in a low voice:

   "I don't know why you would allow such a horrible thing to happen, but I am sure that the growth and civilization of these warriors born among mortals has been out of the pantheon's perfect blueprint.

   They are corrupted by the void, look at them, they are fighting alongside an Old God, they charge and retreat under the cover of the swarm.

  I sincerely appreciate what these warriors have done for us, but.

I."

   "We just saved you! Asshole!"

  Norgannon said this, and His Royal Highness Little Star, who was "resting" on the Zenidar, didn't like to hear it.

   Princess Blue Dragon jumped out of nowhere. She spread her wings and flew in the air, shouting loudly at the four Titan souls on the swaying tree of life in the thunderous splash:

   "These creators are not even as good as goblins! At least the goblins know how to give a few coins symbolically when facing the savior.

  We have saved you with so many sacrifices and costs, now you just need to delay for a while, you are all giggling! To **** with your perfect blueprint!

   Sad dogmatist Norgannon!

   Check it out here!

  Look at your feet, now it's us who rushed into the demon world to rescue you! Where are the 'warriors' of the world that grows and exists according to your perfect blueprint?

   Oh, I forgot, sorry, all the perfect worlds in the eyes of the titans have been destroyed by the demons, and I heard that the 'perfect' sons of those titans didn't even dare to rebel against Sargeras when the demons attacked.

   It turns out you don't know anything!

   So shut up! "

  Little Xingxing yelled and cursed with full firepower:

   "You are a bunch of big blind reptiles, even a blue dragon like me feels sad for a creator like you! I don't care!

   Today, you have to help, and you have to help!

  If something happens to Captain stinky, watch me not burn your broken trees! One by one, no conscience! No wonder he couldn't beat Sargeras, and Sargeras still knew how to protect the devil.

what about you? "

  Xiaoxing’s words were entirely irritated by the Titan’s questioning, and of course, part of the reason was that he was a little anxious when he saw Aggramar going to trouble the captain.

   But this scolding did not attract the refutation of the Titan Soul. Of course, it was not because Xiaoxing's tree-burning threat frightened the Titans. From the swaying of the branches, we knew that the Titans were discussing a plan.

   A few seconds later, as Aman'Thul's spirit body appeared in the sky with the support of the Eye of Aman'Thul, Little Star knew it was done!

She cheered and hid beside the Titan Souls that appeared one after another, spewing thunder sparks provocatively at Aggramar, and smeared oil on the soles of her feet when the Titans were really ready to fight Block the attack on the ruins of the Burning Throne.

   Just when she was about to get close to the battlefield and prepare to breathe, Sefir’s scolding suddenly sounded from the high-altitude horn of this world’s evil:

   "No, little star come back! It's going to be bombed, come up! You'll be melted."

"what?"

   The Blue Dragon Princess, who had justly rebuked the Titans, slammed into the air. Looking up, she found that the bomb bay under the Evil of this World had been opened, and there was something hanging in it that was very familiar to her.

   The appearance of this thing made Little Star terrified for a moment.

   "Mom!"

The idiot Blue Dragon turned into a thunder and rushed into the sky. When he landed on the deck of the Evil of this World in human form, he happened to see a group of tauren, elves and tauren retreating to the deck through the hard-to-open portal. Troll warriors.

  It was extremely miserable, and everyone was injured.

   Even a fierce man like Lao Niu was brought back by Malfurion and Illidan. Even before he lost his strength and fell into a coma, Kane still held his warhammer tightly in his hand.

  Tyrande was a little puzzled by the sudden retreat order. She covered the wound in her arm and walked to the front of the deck. Standing beside Maiev who was half-squatting there, she asked softly:

   "What is the 'secret weapon' that Blake is talking about? We've all withdrawn, can the rest of us be able to stop so many demons? The human emperor is still there.

   In case something happens to him"

   "Then he better stay out of trouble."

   Maiev said indifferently:

   "I'm not in the mood to chat with you right now, Tyrande, but I need something from you."

"Um?"

  The High Priest of the Moon glanced at Maiev in surprise, and she said:

"what would you like?"

"Snapped"

   Maiev's men buckled on Tyrande's wrist in an instant, and following a black moon emerged behind the Warden's Lady, Tyrande fell to his knees with convulsions on his face.

  The Luna power within the High Priest was being absorbed by Maiev using a technique that Blake would definitely be very familiar with.

   "Be patient, Tyrande."

   Maiev stared at the burning hill below, she said in a hoarse voice:

   "I'm not going to take it all, I'll keep a little for you, it will hurt your energy, you may need to rest for decades to recover, but I will apologize.

   If we ever meet again. "

  PS:

   Plus is tomorrow. It's always the 11th or 21st. This is the old rule

   (end of this chapter)