Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1725 93. Black's final decisive weapon

The throne of Antorus is collapsing, from the inside to the outside. The buildings built on the mountain first collapsed like demolition and blasting, and then the base of the majestic but gloomy building also smashed inward like quicksand. collapse.

   In addition to the "engineering competition" between Mimiron and Kingaros, which constantly triggers various destructive weapons to fight each other, the reason for this process is more from the underground.

   To be precise, it is the rift that connects from the Burning Throne to the Heart of the World.

The huge vibration was conducted upwards from the bottom of the rift, which not only stimulated the hot fel magma to erupt from the cracks in the ground like a volcano, but also expanded the rift little by little, just like an abyss in the dark. The creature is crawling out of its underground cage.

  Those warriors of the Ash Vanguard who were retreating from the Burning Throne could even see strange black tentacles moving in some seriously cracked places.

The things that let people drop San are very similar to the branches growing from the ground. Most of their barbs and **** skins have traces of lava burns on their skin, and they don’t perform any more attacking actions after they protrude from the ground, just The body swayed like a snake in place, and the blue eyeballs turned out from the top of the tentacles and looked out.

   This scene is a lot like a submarine's periscope at work, but it's really scary, especially for those warriors who fought to drive out the Old Gods.

   They know better than anyone what this thing means.

   But to be honest, the appearance of these tentacles is not a bad thing for the fugitives.

They were chased and evacuated from the throne that had begun to collapse, being chased by elite demons far outnumbering them. If there were no obstacles, in terms of the condition of this group of wounded soldiers, it would be very difficult for them to survive the vicious demons. Under the chase, he escaped.

   However, after these strange eyeball tentacles appeared, the Ash Crusade, which had fallen into desperation, got a little bit of life.

   "Go over there!"

   The idiot Fina, who was leading the wounded soldiers to fight and retreat, saw those strange tentacles appearing on the broken road ahead, and immediately changed the direction with the warriors behind.

   While slashing the demons blocking the road with her own sharp sword, she shouted to the sneaky tentacles in front of her:

   "Brother! Help!"

  “?”

   Hearing Fenna's scream, the tentacles that were swaying around in front of him suddenly bent into a question mark shape, and the tentacles' eyeballs turned over to see Fenna rushing over, and suddenly revealed helpless eyes.

   But it did not refuse to help.

  When the remnant warriors passed through the collapsed trail, they started to spread out the reverberating and intertwined thoughts of truth with the eyeball tentacles as the center.

  As long as the demons approaching this tentacle will start to kill each other, but this thing has no "friendly damage save", so while the demons go crazy, the remnants who retreat are also eroded by their will.

   However, when the Ashes Expedition was formed, each member was assigned a sin tablet, and that thing helped them barely block the Demon of Thousand Tongues. Uh, no, Lord Silent One's psychic attack.

   allowed them to quickly retreat to the antechamber area of ​​the throne, which was previously guarded by Kargath Bladefist.

   The Broken Hand Orcs who drank blood for the second time were all dead. The ground was covered with the corpses of demons, and in the sea of ​​corpses was half-knelt with the corpse of a **** Orc Chieftain.

The former perpetrator, Kargath Blade Fist, still maintained his slashing action when he died in battle. His brutal Blade Fist, which was famous in two worlds, had already been slashed, and the final destination of the brutal weapon was A big devil's head.

   Blade Fist's death is quite tragic.

There were several fel halberds stuck in his body, and there were scars from being hit by fel artillery, but the old gladiator still had the mad grin of the perverted **** on his face before he died, as if sarcasm and Laugh at this pathetic world.

   "Quick! The tauren, draenei, elves and trolls are here!"

When Fenna withdrew with the remnants, the troops on the other fronts were already lined up here as long as they were not completely annihilated, because the stone bridge leading to the periphery had already been shattered, and the ice bridge created by the caster was already on the ground. It collapsed in the shaking of the mountain.

   They were caught in a Jedi.

  The warriors of the Legion of Light threw the road signs they carried on the ground and opened the way to the sky.

   But Captain Faria did not let all the wounded soldiers who survived enter it. On the contrary, she was very strict and only asked the soldiers of a certain race to return to Zenidar and the evil of this world quickly.

   This caused the dissatisfaction of the warriors almost immediately.

   There were more than 2,000 vanguards who rushed into the Burning Throne to rescue the Titan Soul, but now that the Titan Soul has been rescued, there are less than a thousand soldiers left.

   Even if you count the warriors who were resurrected by Lord Kutalos Ravencrest, there were at most 1,300 people. Those who survived were all wounded and exhausted.

  Why do you **** treat you differently in this terrible situation?

  What's going on?

   The lives of tauren, elves and trolls are life, but not us humans, dwarves, gnomes and vrykul? As for those greenskins.

   Well, greenskin dies, no one cares.

   "My soldiers must retreat immediately!"

  The blood-covered Emperor Varian strode up and was not polite. He carried the unconscious gray-haired Jean on his back, and shouted to Captain Faria with a grim expression:

   "They are heroes of both worlds! They sacrificed to save the Titan Souls! I won't allow them to just be abandoned! Send them to that **** ship!"

"right!"

  Muradin also held two warhammers and shouted:

   "Don't force us to do it, Holy Light Little Hoof!"

   "You are all a bunch of idiots!"

   Captain Faria touched the blood stains on her face, and she cursed with a broken spear:

   "Which of you sees that we are going to leave you guys behind? I don't know why this is the order, but it was a plan made in advance by the high command.

   Your human general, Danas Trollbane, also agreed to this arrangement, what fire is sent to them! We are not running away either! asshole.

  We have been fighting the devil with you to the death, yet you doubt us so much? "

   "Then why leave our warriors behind to face mad demons?"

  Saurfang also said indifferently:

   "We don't mind staying behind, but at least you have to make it clear in advance."

   "Enough! Back off!"

   Just as a group of commanders were arguing, old Daelin limped over, pushed Varian and Muradin back, and glared at the orc again.

   He scolded:

   "This is a top-secret battle plan, keeping us specific races because only us titans can receive the next 'enhancement'.

  Other races do not have titan genes, they will be 'melted'. "

   "Huh? Strengthen? Why don't I know what other enhancements are? If there is, why don't you take it out at the beginning of the battle?"

  Saurfang blinked in amazement, but Dai Lin was not in the mood to answer a green-skinned question, and it was a lot of face for not giving him a few knives.

  The Orc Overseer looked back at the demons that were charging from all directions, and then glanced at the front of the battlefield of the throne. From this height, he could clearly see the charging demons all around the throne.

   Good guy!

  Those violent **** seemed to have received some **** order, and the demons on the entire battlefield began to charge towards Antorus.

   They are as violent as they have become stronger and more ruthless with the blessing of the dark power, and their dark **** Aggramar is fighting the titan spirits on the distant battlefield.

   Aggramar was entangled.

   But looking at the way he fought violently, the weak Titan spirit body might not be able to hold back for long.

   "You guys stop arguing, we're going to stay here!"

   Fool Fenna took a few breaths and jumped to the commanders' side. She pointed to the rapidly collapsing mountain behind her and said to the others:

   "We're here to protect our younger brother until his devotion is complete, that's our only chance to defeat Aggramar and turn in victory!"

   "Your brother?"

Emperor Varian looked back suspiciously at the collapsed palace. He could see some strange tentacles swaying in the ruins. Then he thought of Black's well-known name of "The Demon of a Thousand Tongues". The emperor also seems to have seen some terrible truth.

   He did not intend to continue to struggle on this issue, but asked in a low voice:

   "What are we going to do to protect him? Or if I ask more directly, what are we doing now?"

  Fina glared at him, perhaps feeling that Varian was really a mother-in-law and not at all bold, but she saw that both dwarves and orcs were looking at her at this time, eager for an answer.

  The stupid warrior thought for a while and said in a short tone:

   "We are creating our own 'god'! In this way, we don't have to expect the mercy of the fallen Titans. My brother said that it is stupid to rely on the goodness of the enemy.

   Anyway, we have to buy time for Black here.

  We have to block the incoming demons, no matter how many they are, and if Aggramar is going to charge, then we must block him too! "

   "We can't stop it! Girl."

  Muradin picked up a dwarf pipe in annoyance, he leaned on his high mountain king warhammer and said:

   "We're just so few people, and we'll be overwhelmed by the demons when the berserk demons are surrounded, and we don't need Aggramar's crushing lore.

   If he needs us to help him stall for time, then he should bring more people over before. "

   "No! We can stop it! We have to stop it!"

  Dai Lin raised her head expressionlessly and looked at the evil name of this world above her head.

   On the deck of the ship, there were beams of transmitted light shining, and the non-Titan races in the vanguard had been sent into it.

  The rest of the Titan warriors stood on this small platform with a kind of desolation of being abandoned, but they didn't say much, just silently seized the last time to rest.

  After the draenei, tauren, elves and trolls were sent away, the number of warriors left on this platform was less than eight hundred, and the demons rushed out from behind, from the sky, from the front, and from the portal.

   In less than a few minutes, the last vanguard was surrounded by layers.

  The demon lords are laughing wildly, and the lower demons are also roaring piercingly, no one thinks that these guys can leave here alive, even the warriors themselves have given up hope of life.

   Orcs carried large shields, humans held spears, dwarves held hatchets as assaulters, and a few gnomes were doing their best to repair the various explosives they brought.

  The only good news is that at the moment of the demonic assault, the **** guardians also rushed out of the ruins and became their last support army.

   Seeing the demon begin to charge, Varian clenched the Ashbringer in his hand and glanced at Saurfang beside him.

   The old orc looked calm.

   Facing death did not add any pressure to him, and he was still in the mood to look at the Emperor's Sword that Varian was carrying.

   "I heard you were a warrior before you believed in the Light. You have two hands, right? You have two weapons, why only one?"

"I"

  Varian grinned, and the young Emperor said:

   "It's a shame, but I haven't mastered the mysteries of the Titan's Grip."

   "Bullshit."

  Saurfang spat a mouthful of blood and broken teeth at his feet, and said contemptuously:

   "How could you possibly learn that skill without trying to fight with two weapons? Listen to my advice, Emperor of Humanity, draw out your sword!

   After being knocked out by the enemy in this way, you will not be in a dilemma where you need to fight with your fists. "

After    finished speaking, the orc roared and charged towards the demon who rushed in front of him with his battle axe.

At the same time, just as Varian pulled out the Emperor's Sword behind him and held it in his left hand, the peculiar bomb hanging from the lower hatch of the Evil of the World in the sky also began under Sefir's order. come down.

   That thing is a silver-gray sphere, and the shell is covered with strange little bulbs, emitting colorful lights to represent that the various modules in the bomb are running smoothly.

   It fell from the sky, but it seemed to have miscalculated the landing. It didn't smash into the surging demons, but threw it straight towards the gathered vanguard remnants.

This was also quickly noticed by the **** warriors. The dwarf prince smashed the demon hound in front of him with a hammer. When he raised his head, he saw that the light on the surface of the silver-gray spherical bomb turned into dark red at this moment. Then a bright and scorching light filled everyone's eyes.

   "Damn gunners! Your unprofessionalism is going to kill us. Instead of dying in the hands of the devil, you died in the hands of your own people! Bastards, I will complain to you in hell!!"

   These were the last words that Muradin left when he was engulfed by the light. Then, a dazzling white light exploded in the ruins of Antorus, like the eruption of a scorching sun.

   It engulfed the remnants of the vanguard in an instant, and swept away the demons around the entire platform in the subsequent expansion.

   Those fel creations were melted and burned up when they came into contact with this white light with extreme positive energy. Their bodies were ignited when the flames were added to them, and they were quickly decomposed into the most basic matter particles.

   The power of this bomb terrified the demon lords.

   But then these savage guys laughed, mocking the stupidity of the Anti-Magic, they were mocking the **** ship overhead for throwing weapons of destruction on their own heads.

   They must have been terrified!

  You need to use your own people as bait to carry out such an attack on the incomparably powerful Burning Legion.

  , what a bunch of cowards!

   The same question happened on the deck of the Wrath of this World. The always gentle Malfurion Stormrage rushed into the command cabin and angrily asked the expressionless Sefir:

   "Are you crazy? Why are you attacking our countrymen! Bastards! You use them as bait?"

   "Fool who believe in magic, shut up! Don't disturb our science."

  Sefir indifferently threw out an answer, holding a pocket watch in her hand to watch the time.

   All the gnomes and mechanical gnomes in the entire cabin were silent, and these little men stared at all the observers in front of them to observe the ground.

   They seem to be waiting for the results of a great experiment.

This strange atmosphere made the Arch Druid frown tightly. When he was about to ask, there was a piercing cheer in the cabin, and the dwarf king Gerbyn Mekkatorque jumped up from his seat. He waved a stack of documents in his hand and shouted:

   "Success!"

   "Our improved return bomb conversion rate has reached 100%! The next step is to strengthen the assessment of civilian volunteers, but no matter what!

  The devil is over!

  We win!

   But I have a small question, why are these hellish greenskins being atavistic to such a degree? Didn't they say their ancestors were ogres?

   But that thing on the ground doesn't look like an ogre to me! "

   (end of this chapter)