Azeroth Trail of Light

The moment Velen crushed the black crystal in his hand, Kil'jaeden realized that something was wrong.

The underground of Krokuhn is the territory of the broken people who live like rats. In the past 25 thousand years, the demons have not tried to disperse these rebels who disobey the legion, but their raids have had little effect. On the one hand, the terrain of the Krokuen Mountains is indeed too complicated, on the other hand, it is because the number of broken people is very small.

2 There are many broken people, but sprinkling them among the broken mountains is like sprinkling a drop of ink in the sea.

All demons, including Kil'jaeden, have never faced the existence of the Krokuun Broken. They don’t think that these Brokens will cause them any trouble, but at this moment, when the whole Krokuun surface is At the moment when purple rays of light were simultaneously shining in the crooked mountain crevice, the great devil's heart was shocked!

"Stop! I order you! Stop!"

He rushed towards Velen, blazing scarlet flames gushing out from the surrounding space like a cracked volcano, and the shining shadow star, all blocked by the holy light enchantment under the wave of the old prophet, the great demon's anger was beyond words. , But at least at this moment, his anger can't change anything.

"boom!"

An unimaginable purple storm exploded from the mountains below the Krokuen Plain. Hundreds of thousands of mana bombs gathered together, and countless violent magic powers combined, pulled, merged, and extended into a group of naked eyes. Visible, the chaotic and crazy energy aggregation shredded Krokuun's earth at the moment it appeared, and easily involved the stray demons above the earth and tore them to pieces.

It's like a crooked purple storm that straddles the land of Krokuun and the dark starry sky of Argus in a blink of an eye. When the magic power converges to this level, even Velen has no choice. Control it again, it will devour everything to maintain its stability, and when this stability cannot be maintained, it will burst open with a "bang", tearing everything around it, and tearing most of the Krokuen ground apart. !

"You lunatic! You will be torn apart together!"

The flames behind Kil'jaeden are constantly swaying under the rendering of this magical storm, and everything around it seems to be in a category ten typhoon, skewed in the direction of the storm, matched with the haze environment of Argus, This scene is almost like the end of the world.

His claws bombarded and tore on the heavy wall of holy light, he roared, but Velen was not too surprised.

"Argus looks like this, I don't think it is much better than destruction. Instead of letting it lose all dignity in the deep torture, it is better to destroy it like this..."

Velen waved his left hand, and another heavy sword of light slashed towards Kil'jaeden's head. His old voice was thunderous.

"I won't let my world go to despair under your rages! I would rather destroy it!"

He looked at Kil'jaeden, his thin face filled with a smile called sacrifice.

"I have been alive for a long time, my friend, fell with Argus, this is my glory!"

"Crazy man! You are already crazy!"

Kil'jaeden’s nostrils burst into flames, and his left hand pointed towards the sky, shouting loudly,

"All starships, target the magic storm of Krokuun Plain, destroy it for me before it reaches the strongest destructive power!"

The next moment, a heavy buzzing sound resounded across the sky, and at this moment even the sound of the raging magic storm was overwhelmed. Looking up, those huge starships appeared among the stars in the sky. They were from the stars. The symbol of the domain entering the atmosphere, the main guns of those assault starships spun rapidly, and then began to charge.

The muzzle of the super-large starship ignited light of different colors, and when viewed from the ground to the sky, it seemed as if a new star was lit up in the darkness.

It's like shredding the dark light, but it is a sign that bred and destroyed the future.

The purple magic storm is still shaking violently. It is expanding at a speed that is almost visible to the naked eye. Wherever it goes, whether it is the earth or those hurriedly fleeing demons, nothing can break away from the terrible traction brought by the violent magic.

Those demons floated in the air, dancing and trying to escape, but whether it was the lightest flame imp or the unparalleled destroyer, everything was pulled into it, torn into powder by the violent magic, located in Krokuun The land in the center of the plain had been shattered and looked like a big rift valley leading to the core of the earth. On the edge of the battlefield, the broken and the heroic spirits retreated into the defense line with difficulty.

As if facing a natural disaster, both the evil demon and the righteous warriors chose to stop at this moment, and the voice of the great demon resounded through the audience.

"Fire me!"

"boom"

Thousands of light shot down from the sky at this moment, dark green, dark, hot, cold, all the energy pierced the expanding magic vortex with an unstoppable madness, and forcibly destroyed the magic storm. Stable, under the destructive light that illuminates the entire eternal night, the rapidly expanding magical storm is like a balloon being inflated frantically.

Expansion... The rapid expansion, like two sharp-ended energy groups with a huge center, the magic inside here runs wildly, at the moment when it reaches its limit, when the external magic storm cannot restrain the magical violent bombardment, it In an unstoppable form, the destructive magic inside was sprayed out in all directions.

"Kang Kang"

The soldiers standing on the ground even felt that the ground beneath their feet jumped upwards at this moment, violently shook twice and then returned to calm again, but the screams of the ground penetrated into the ears of every survivor, and the magic spread hugely. The storm rushed crazily towards the left and right sides of the plain, and the huge floating city Valarjar lost its balance under this impact. After shaking violently, it finally stagnated in the sky.

A piece of people turned on their backs.

The big demon who was barely able to stand looked back, and he couldn't help taking a breath at the miserable sight where he entered his eyes.

The Krokuen Plain is gone... Together, the second line of defense that connects the broken ones has become a rift in the ground. Looking down from the sky, it looks like a smiling face that has been blown up, layered on top of each other. The crust was completely shattered in the explosion, leaving only the scorching magma at the bottom.

Hundreds of meters in depth and a large rift with a radius of nearly hundreds of kilometers. This is a moat that the ground forces cannot surpass. This time the big explosion was obviously intentional. It did not even damage the main body of the Krokuen Mountains. The plains full of demon legions were destroyed, like a black forest cake sprinkled with chocolate chips, and the most delicious part was bitten off in one bite.

One blow... In just one blow, nearly a third of the demons on the Krokuen Plain were destroyed, and hundreds of thousands of elite demons were ruined.

"Ahem..."

Velen, who was lying on the ground, let out a soft cough, and climbed up from the ground with difficulty. The magic storm just now hit the city defense of Valarjar with a huge force, Velen was distracted to control the defense of the city. The shield caused itself to be impacted by that magic storm.

But before he got up, Kil'jaeden’s claws smashed into his face. The scorching evil fire blasted the prophet’s body from the ground into the air, and slammed it **** the ground, in his hand. The black gem rosary beads scattered all over the ground in this impact, like a crisp sound.

"Devil! Let go of the Prophet!"

The heroic spirits fighting below saw this dilemma. They quickly rushed to the large platform of Valarjar. Thorim, the most violent character, held up the North Storm Hammer in his hand and turned into lightning and attacked Kil'jaeden. , But was slapped flying by the great demon who had been burned to the extreme by the anger of failure.

The power of the demigods is a limit. Whether it is Hodir, Torim, Freya, or Heimdall, they cannot defeat Kil'jaeden in a 1V1 battle, not to mention the cunning demon. Will give them a fair chance to fight.

Hodir set off a icy storm, and Thorim’s thunder, they rushed towards Kil’jaeden under the leadership of Heimdall and the Valkyrie King Al, who were burning with golden flames all over their bodies. He came, but was pushed back by the scorching flames ignited by the great demon in the air.

"Come out, my servant, stop these guys! Don't let them disturb me!"

The huge portal opened on the large platform of Valarjar, and two huge figures walked out of it. One was the extra-large Ganer Demon. More than 75% of its limbs were modified by special offensive weapons. It was like a sprawling robot, and the other was the dreadlord's body, but it didn't have the bright colors unique to Nathrezim, but its whole body was pale, and it looked like it had undergone some transformation.

"Kingaros, Varimathras, don't let me down!"

Kil'jaeden gave an order and no longer cared about the battle between the guardian and the demon lord. He pinched Velen's neck with his left hand, pulled him to the edge of Valarjar, and pointed to the cheering broken and heroic spirits below. They,

"Look, the people protected by you are cheering for their victory...yes, you played gadgets that surprised me, but do you really think you can win and see hope?!"

"Velen, I know..."

Kil'jaeden lifted Velen's body into the air, and an indescribable madness bloomed in his vicious eyes. He gritted his teeth and whispered,

"I know you will encourage them with hope or some mess, but I tell you, I will let you see with your own eyes, how I wiped out their hope little by little! I won't be that simple Killing you... I will let you experience the taste of despair first, Velen... I will not kill you, I will not... I will let you watch the Burning Legion enter Azeroth One day, I will let you live to see that day!"

After speaking, the great devil raised his left paw and extended a finger. As he and Velen watched, the main guns of the demon starships densely in the atmosphere in the distant sky began to adjust the direction and aimed at the tile. The gathering place of the broken and heroic spirits under the city of Lagar.

Kil'jaeden had a cold and cruel smile on his face, he glanced at Velen, and his finger gently bends.

"boom"

The sky in front of the two people suddenly lit up at this moment, illuminating all the darkness, the endless light gathered into a dazzling white light, and people couldn't help closing their eyes.

Velen struggled to break free from Kil'jaeden, but the great demon didn't mean to relax at all.

After the light of the shelling dissipated, Kil'jaeden snorted. The line of defense under the city was not completely destroyed by the shelling. On the contrary, a layer of energy shield with a seven-color light curtain was placed horizontally under the city. In the sky, this time the salvo of the starship's main guns was blocked.

A glimmer of fortune flashed in Velen's eyes. This was a large energy defense device that Dick had traded from the Astral Consortium. They were already preparing for Kil'jaeden to command the starship's main gun salvo. Fortunately. .. Fortunately, I prepared in advance.

"Ah...Voidling stuff, what you have prepared is really sufficient..."

Kil'jaeden snorted coldly, and stretched out a finger again, bending it fiercely. "Then let me see, the so-called steel will of Azeroth can withstand several shelling attacks!"

"boom!"