Infinite Heroes Seat

The land of the Eastern Plague, the grassland beyond Tyre's hand, the entire battlefield fell into a strange silence. ＠乐＠文＠小＠说|

The Scarlet Crusades grew their mouths and looked at everything in front of them in disbelief, Dathrohan's glowing arm, and Ethanlien's chest that was pierced by the arm.

"Master Dathrohan,-how could this happen?"

More than one person murmured, and even those high-level officials looked blank. Before today, no one had thought that a warrior such as Dathrohan would be possessed by a demon. Many people even hope to see it before their eyes. Everything is an illusion.

However, the facts will not change the slightest because of this. One move stabbed Ethanlion, Dathrohan, no, it should be said that the dreadlord Banazar turned around. When everyone did not react, The demon's real body was changed, and then he spread his wings and flew towards the sky.

"It must have not seen exactly how its brother died!"

Mo Wen curled his lips and said with some amusement.

Then another silver-white meteor rushed into the sky, and Banazar, who was about to flee, followed in the footsteps of his brothers.

"Grab it and avenge Master Dathrohan!"

At this moment, watching the demon falling from the air, the Scarlet Crusaders finally reacted, with red eyes, holding weapons, and desperately rushing towards the demon that fell to the ground.

Mo Wen didn't participate. A Dreadlord was also a second-rate strength. Being besieged by so many Scarlet Crusaders, he didn't need to make another move, and he didn't even think about making a move.

Taking a few steps forward gently, Mo Wen walked to Ethanlion’s side. The latter was half alive at this time, and the big hole in his chest was bleeding out almost non-stop, under his body. A small pool of blood formed on the grass.

"Hey, you know. Ethanlien, the dreadlord just wanted to kill Tyranford, if it weren't for my temporary proposal to replace him, then he would be lying here instead of you!" After coming down, Mo Wen watched Ethan Lean stepping into death with satisfaction, while admiring his distorted face because of his own words.

"You, don't be proud, you devil, even if I die, the Scarlet Crusade will still be strong and uphold the glory of the Holy Light!"

After exhausting his last effort, Ethanlion grabbed Mo Wen's palm. Said viciously, the hideous expression on his face was not like a priest at all, but more like an evil spirit from hell.

But listen to him. The smile on Mo Wen's face became even brighter. He leaned down and whispered softly in Ethanlion’s ear, "I really want to thank you for talking about this, Inspector Ethanlion. If you don’t go crazy. I can’t do anything with you. In the end, you have to cooperate with an old fox like you and pay the Scourge. But now that you are dead, the rest is much easier!"

While talking about Mo Wen, his gaze swept across Bridget, who was blankly standing in place, and Tyran Fording, who was frantically attacking Banazar in front of him. "After all, nothing is easier than fooling a young lamb who has lost his way!"

"Don't worry, Inspector Ethanlion. After today, I will definitely portray you as a tragic example of being bewitched by demons, so that the soldiers of the Scarlet Crusade will never have to repeat your mistakes, those containing demons. I will correct the conspiracy policy one by one!"

With a bright smile on his face, Mo Wen's mouth was saying the most vicious words for Ethan Lien.

"no, you can not!--"

The prosecutor general's face flushed, and he spouted a mouthful of blood, and then tried his best to grab it at Mo Wen, but it was a pity that he fell weakly only halfway through his hand.

At this point, the Attorney General of the Scarlet Crusade and the actual leader of Hearthglen, Ethanrion, died forever, and he died at the hands of a demon.

Slowly pulling Ethanlien's palm tightly, Mo Wen stood up, patted his clothes leisurely twice, but looked at the distant sky.

"Okay, things on Lordaeron's side are pretty much the same, only the dog men and women of Scarlet Monastery are left!"

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Kalimdor Continent, Demon Slaughter Valley, a battle is about to come to see the battle scene.

In the narrow valley, two orcs are confronting Mannoroth the destroyer. One of them is very young, wearing black armor and holding a sledgehammer, while the other is a little old, with pigtails and holding a handful in his hand. Scarlet great axe.

Although the two orcs were burly tall, they were still a little petite compared to the huge body of the saboteur.

A bloodthirsty smile cracked at the corner of his mouth. Looking at the two orcs who came to him, Mannoroth said contemptuously: "Fun, two little bugs, even challenge my great destroyer Mannoroth?! Haha , Funny, so funny!"

The muffled buzzing sound echoed in this gorge, and Mannoroth's powerful aura enveloped the audience almost instantly, making people breathless.

However, the orcs on the opposite side showed no fear. The young orc among them took a step forward, and the hammer pointed at the saboteur, "Demon, today is your doomsday, and the Warsong clan will recover from your blood curse. come over!"

The old orc was even more direct. It glanced at Mannoroth with disdain, and then shouted violently: "The waste of the horns cut off by someone, you have to pay for what you did before, no one can. Enslave me Grommash Hellscream! No one!!"

"Death!" Hellscream angered Mannoroth, and Mo Wen had a long horn cut off in Lordaeron. It has always been his heart disease. At this time, when he was mentioned again, Mannoroth's eyes were red. Up.

boom!

The four hoofs slammed on the ground, and the huge body of the saboteur began to accelerate, and came straight towards the two of them like a savage bull. The momentum seemed to overturn a hill, and even the entire valley was in the charge. Tremor.

"not good!"

Thrall was startled, but it had never thought that Mannoroth could have such a speed, and hurriedly threw the hammer in his hand, trying to stop Mannoroth, but faced the oncoming hammer. , Mannoroth did not lose speed, and with a direct wave of his hand, the double-headed war spear in his hand drove the hammer away.

Mannoroth's strength has already reached a first-class level. Thrall is only Level 2 and can't even block it.

With a deafening roar, Mannoroth rushed in front of the two orcs, and the two-headed war spear also slipped from the air.

boom!

The ground cracked, the rocks collapsed, and the powerful shock wave directly overturned both Thrall and Grom.

"It turns out that you two little bugs are just amazing!" When the blow was successful, the saboteur smiled contemptuously when he saw the two being beaten up. His limbs kicked back and forth on the ground and laughed loudly: "Drink. Is my blood only to this level? It's really a waste. You green-skinned guys, obediently being dogs for our great Burning Legion, maybe you can leave a life! Now"

Squeeze and disdain words. The Grommash Hellscream fell on the ground and his eyes were blood red in an instant.

"You, how dare you!"

The old orc struggled to get up from the ground, holding the legendary battle axe in his hands tightly with Gorehowl, "How dare you humiliate the great orcs so much, and want to deprive us of our glory and freedom! Devil, I tell You, no one can enslave orcs. I wait for orcs-never, no, for, slave!"

Roar loudly. Hellscream's muscles swelled up strangely, and a lot of blue veins on it burst open. Then the **** roar on its hand began to tremble, seeming to resonate with something. This magic soldier that had sealed six Goron's hearts was strangely stained with a layer of blood, and the flowing light was as deep and sticky as a sea of ​​blood.

"--what!"

Accompanied by an angry shout, Hellscream's feet ran wildly on the ground. Then he jumped up and hacked towards Malonos with the axe.

Facing such a powerful blow, Malonos also changed his face slightly, and the double-headed war spear in his hand was going to stop the blow of Hellscream.

However, the next moment, Malonos' eyes suddenly widened, and his eyes were full of incredulity.

Without any barriers, just like a smooth curve, the Gorehowl in Hellscream's hand cut open its double-headed war spear easily, and then smashed into its chest without any loss.

boom!

The saboteur's huge body was actually standing up, his two front hooves raised to the sky, and the back kick made a few steps backwards in a row.

"This, how is this possible, I would die in the hands of this little bug, I, I don't accept it! I don't accept it!"

Looking towards his chest, Malonos shook his head and murmured unwillingly.

On its chest, Hellscream, including its arms, fell into the flesh and blood of the saboteur. Hellscream cut a large wound nearly a meter deep in Malonos with one blow. Through the wound, you can even see the wriggling heart in the saboteur!

"Miscellaneous, miscellaneous, let's die together!"

"--what!"

The saboteur who knows his body well, knows his heart is broken, and there is no more vitality to the sky is just a roar, throwing away his broken spear in two with both hands, tightly covering his chest, and pressing Gro Marsh Hellscream pressed hard into his body.

"--No!"

Thrall, who had just gotten up from the ground, saw Malonos' body swelling strangely.

boom!

The next moment, an earth-shattering explosion sounded in the Tumo Valley, and the strong shock wave directly flew the orc chief who had just stood up again.

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At the same time as this big explosion happened, in the dense forest not far from the valley, an old man in a cloak who had been watching the battle sighed slightly. He slowly turned around and faced him. Behind him, the night elf said: "Grom Hellscream is dead, High Priest Tyrande, this time you should agree to alliance with the orcs and human races! The power of the Burning Legion is strong, and neither of you can deal with it alone!"

And listening to what he said, the high priest holding a longbow smiled softly, "This is nature, Lord Prophet, the power of the Burning Legion, we night elves have never forgotten it, but—" Her voice paused slightly, and then helpless. He said: "Grom Hellscream and his clan are after all the heirs of my lord, the murderer of the great demigod Cenarius~www.readwn.com~ As a sacrifice to the Moon God, I cannot leave it alone. !"

The "Hate" prophet shook his head, his face looked helpless but didn't say anything, and Tyrande didn't want to irritate him anymore. He glanced at the Hellscream lying motionless among the corpses on the ground, confirming that the other party was indeed dead. , Then turned and left.

Tyrande, who was leaving, did not notice, but Illidan, who was holding the meniscus warblade, kept his eyes flickering behind her.

"Power!" The demon hunter whispered softly, but there was a trace of desire in his eyes.

His strength was only the second-rate peak, and Malonus, the saboteur who was far above him, died at the hands of Hellscream, completely overwhelming all scruples about the pursuit of power, and occupied the heart of this prisoner who had been imprisoned for thousands of years.

"I need strength to protect Tyrande, and I hope Felwood and his party can gain something this time!" (To be continued. (.))

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