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On the night well platform in the deepest part of the city of Surama, Tyrion waved and killed a dozen demon warlords. The death came so quickly and silently that even a drop of blood did not flow out, and it was all over. .

This happened in an instant, leaving the demons and demon servants on the platform unable to react for a while.

"Miscellaneous is that it is so sad not to understand the circumstances of the trial, so now I want to warn other unrelated people!"

The cold voice of the High Lord sounded like a dull thunder at this moment:

"Darkblade works! Nobody waits...Go!"

Along with the sound of death, there is a death storm that covers the entire platform. The black spirit wind blows everything around it, covering all the light, so that the entire platform is like night at this moment, and it is striding again. Tyrion, who started, was like a **** of death under the night.

The daughter of the shadow, Saloras, who tried to retreat but was punched with a punch by the invisible force of death, screamed.

"Protect fraudsters!"

At the next moment, all the demons moved, and Banazzar waved the hammer of Kazgros in his hand. This relic was dropped by Titan Agramar as early as Argus, and the limiter was lifted so that the demon could use it. It, at the moment when the warhammer shining with the power of the mountains and rivers was waving, the buildings around the entire dark night well were as if twisted by a pair of invisible hands, and they smashed hard against the Lord.

Behind Barnazar, the fast-reacting Magister Elisander held up the shield to block the power of death, and then grabbed the eye of Amansur in the hands of Olesi, she It has been more than 10,000 years to manipulate this sacred object, and she is familiar with how to use it.

"boom"

The power of the earth evoked by Barnazar was easily crushed by the sharp blade wielded by Tyrion, but the next moment, the power of time from the eye of Aman's Sur, like the most precise prison cage, will be carried Sword, the great lord who is moving forward is trapped in the flow of time. It seems that he exiled the lord into another dimension, completely cutting off his connection with death at this moment, those gloomy and terrifying illusions of death, Even the wind of the spirit world that came with the roar completely dissipated at this moment.

Just like the **** scene just now, it was just an illusion.

Tyrion’s expression was a bit puzzled. He waved his fist, and in the lingering power of death, he smashed it fiercely in this time stream, so that the invisible time light appeared a wave, but he failed to break it at all. Shackled at this time.

"Hehehe"

The great demon turned around, and Kil'jaeden looked at the lord who was trapped in the time. He glanced with satisfaction at Eli Sand, who was holding the cage of time. He said:

"Good job! I saw your value! You won a bright future for your people."

After speaking, the fraudster carried the tomahawk covered by the evil energy and passed the crowd. Like a victorious general, he walked in front of the high lord, and Kil'jaeden's eyes shone unmasked taunt:

"Good! Today is my lucky day, and I can solve two big troubles at once! You...Tirion. Blade of Dawn, you are a good opponent, but unfortunately, I am stronger."

"There is this battle axe, it is just for you!"

"Today, even if it is death, you must kneel before me!"

The fraudster waved the battle axe, but at the moment when the battle axe fell, the expression on Tyrion’s face trapped in time suddenly calmed down strangely, and he ignored the fallen battle axe. Then he raised his finger, put it on his mouth, and said to the big devil:

"Hush! Don't be so arrogant, your crazy words, death... death will hear..."

"And I am not here today as a soldier...I am here to watch the battle!"

"Now, allow me to introduce you to an old friend, Kil'jaeden..."

"He, right behind you!"

"boom"

As shattered as a stone, at the moment when the devil was about to hurt the killer, a hand with black armor protruded from the air behind the fraudster, and the cold power wrapped on the finger tore the fraudster's whole body. The fel shield was precisely attached to Kil'jaeden's waving arm from behind, and the next moment, the great force of death struck, and the behind-the-scenes attacker threw the unbelievable fraudster into the platform. On the other side.

That power is so huge, although the fraudster quickly maintained his body in the air, but at the moment of falling, it was like a meteor falling to the ground, blasting the white jade platform into a terrible depression.

Throughout the shaking of the dark night well, in the scene where the masonry was falling down, like a doomsday, the Scourge Knight of the Dark Blade Legion stepped out of the crack of the torn dead world.

The cold breath of death wrapped around the tall knight, under the black helmet adorned with sharp corners, the eyes that had made Kil'jaeden very familiar, this time was full of indifference and death ruthless.

The knight held the black cross warhammer in his hand, and he stood there, confronting Kil'jaeden. For a while, neither of them made any sound, just like a sculpture, but the air on the platform seemed to be because of this The confrontation between the two bigwigs became frozen.

"They all thought I came here for the broken stones!"

The fraudster moved his arms, and the fire of evil energy was burning on his body, melting the frost covered on his skin, and also reflecting the twisted figure of the fraudster on this damaged platform. He looked at him like death. Silent Velen, in the flames of horror, the body of the great devil squatted slightly, just like the battle posture when he was the supreme consul of Eredar. The bone bone battle axe in his hands clenched, his eyes Shining with stubbornness and some complicated feelings.

He Shen Sheng said:

"But I came for you! I will not allow you to accept this fate that is not yours! Velen..."

"I will bring you back to Argus! I will bring you into the destiny I shaped for you!"

The knight of the condemnation stood upright, and like the Kil'jaeden, the silent knight squeezed the cross warhammer in his hands and erected the weapon on his side. He replied in a hoarse voice:

"This is my destiny, Kil'jaeden."

"Here, the grudge is broken! I have embraced death, and now it is your turn..."

"I don't allow it!"

In the roar of the fraudster, the hot and scary red flames, like erupting volcanoes, enveloped the entire platform at that moment, and the temperature quickly rose to a level sufficient to melt the steel. For the first time in this year's war, he used his own demon power so arbitrarily. In the burning of that flame hell, the fraudster like the most brave warrior, in the crack of the platform of the night well, he roared and rushed to Velen.

Flames, the flames are burning, and the power of the great demon is released, so that the entire Suramar land is thrown into the burning hell.

"boom"

The heavy battle axe and the black cross warhammer collided together. The evil storm that was so powerful that it could not be repeated collided unreservedly with the coldness of death. The erupting energy collided madly under the control of the two powerful men. The annihilation, even between the collision of the two's weapons, spawned a dangerous black singularity.

It was a sign that the solid space could not bear the strength and was torn.

"go!"

Queen Saloras grabbed her sister's wrist, and disappeared into the horrible battlefield in the shadow of the beating. Elisander and the stargazer also evacuated the ruined place early, in the corner of no one's attention. , Banazzar smashed the chain on Casanathir's body with a knife, carrying the weak first lord quickly disappeared into the depths of the collapsed dark well.

Kil'jaeden has fallen into a death trap, and all disguise is no longer necessary.

But because of the request of the lord, they have to finish the last "play", adding a dramatic twist to the impending fall of the fraudster.

"The two lunatics didn't even think about keeping their hands! Suramar's end is in sight!"

Above the tower of Elisand, accompanied by the gleam of magic, the figures of the Magister and the Astralist appeared on the terrace. The two looked down. The original grand hall of order was already in the hands of fraudsters and In the aftermath of Velen’s death battle, the dust and debris rising from the moon-white tower that was falling down like a tragic thing that could no longer stand in a terrible earthquake.

And that is just a sign of Suramar's destruction today.

This... this is not the ending that Ali Sande desires. The Magister is vicious and greedy for power, but she still has the position of the people in her heart. Seeing that the battle of destruction will spread to the entire city, the Magister’s Her complexion became very incenden, and she turned to the astrologist behind her and screamed:

"Before the city collapses, move the people out! No matter what you do! Quick!"

The astralist Etaus did not refuse, he turned and left in a hurry. After a while, the twilight lily guard belonging to the great magister Elisander was dispatched. They were controlling the magic carpet, or various tools, waving their weapons, Roughly drove out the civilians hiding at home, and swarmed to the city's border like a swarm of bees.

Fortunately, the magical enchantment of the city used for blockade has long been closed because the energy of the night well was moved to the Star Gate, which gave the night sons in Surama the last hope.

Like the refugees in the disaster of the end, they were driven out of the city that was about to be destroyed in their weeping and howling, and this was not within the plan of the Magister.

In the past ten thousand years, Eli Sander has never been as flustered as she is now. She looked at the destructive power that spewed out from the dark night well underground, the green evil energy and pale death, like the destroyed Like the storm, the gorgeous and majestic city was swallowed bit by bit, which made Eli Sander extremely desperate.

She eventually had problems with future manipulations.

This should not blame her, after all, she is just a mortal.

Standing on top of the tower, feeling the whole city trembling in the shadows of destruction, the head lowered his head and looked at the eyes of Aman Sur who shone with the light of time in her hand, and her beautiful face was cloudy Uncertainly, in the end, she gritted her teeth and made up her mind. In the flash of magic, the figure of the Great Magister disappeared on the tower.

"boom"

Fel energy wrapped around Kil'jaeden's devil's claws, and the claws shining with strange magic energy were slapped **** Velen's chest, and the space crack on the claws ripped the dark scroll armor into five ways. The scary claw marks, the fire of the evil energy roared around the body of the death knight, and was extinguished by Velen's arrogant one. In the smoke that extinguished the flame, Velen showed no weakness, and he ignored the curse imposed by the fraudster. With one hand, he lifted the warhammer and hit Kil'jaeden's head, but was blocked by the tomahawk lifted by the fraudster.

"Wow"

The ground at the foot of Kil'jaeden suddenly cracked, as if smashed by a meteorite, and Velen's other fist, the other clenched fist, screamed and rushed, in a beating sonic boom, Smashing **** Kil'jaeden's cheeks, the violent death force twisted the big devil's entire face, and even dispersed the crimson flames on the fraudster, and the incidental terror kinetic energy, more It was Kil'jaeden who flew the whole person out.

In the simple power struggle, the great demon and Velen, who is extremely strengthened by death, almost have no difference.

"Pooh!"

The staggered Kil'jaeden turned his head and spit out several broken teeth. He touched the blood stains on the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, the smell of blood with sulfur, and the green blood stains on the armor. All this made Kil'jaeden look so untidy.

Opposite him, Velen, who was carrying the cross warhammer in one hand, took a step forward. In the collision of the black armor, the cold air attached to the body of the condemnation knight, so that all the heat that he went to was frozen, just Even the flame itself beating in the ruins was solidified in the instantaneous freeze.

Hot and cold, life and death.

This pair of good brothers has never looked so tit-for-tat in the past.

In the huge energy hedge, the entire Suramar city's ground is like a dam washed by the tide, like a big bomb detonated underground, and the shock wave makes the ground of this gorgeous city jump. Roll over, then collapse inward.

"Wow"

After realizing that the ground was not able to gain the upper hand against him, the demon wings behind Kil'jaeden slammed open at this moment, and between the waving of the wings, the fraudster rushed into the sky like a red shadow. With one hand open, among the green lightning that roared with evil energy, the dark sky above Suramar City, the fragmented space was torn apart, dozens of meteorites entangled with rolling flames descended from the sky, screaming and crashing down to the crashing land below .

"Villen! Let's fight in the end!"

The roar of the fraudster echoed in the darkness. In the ruins of the dark night well, the huge magic rolled and rose, and Velen raised his head. Under the black heavy helmet, the blue eyes were beating a deadly kill. The Italian condemned knight's fingers flicked outward, and a cold death beam flew out of his fingertips, annihilating all the falling meteorites.

Facing the invitation of the fraudsters, in the storm of blazing flames and ice, and in the city of Surama near the end, Velen's answer is very simple.

"Let's use blood..."

"Communicate the will of death."

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