Azeroth Trail of Light

The light of the third round of shelling finally dissipated. It was clearly the light of destruction that could destroy everything, but it just couldn't shake the life of the poor man who had lost all of its shelter.

This is a higher level of protection, composed of sacrifice, justice, mission and hope, an unshakable barrier of will. In the dark age, he is extremely vulnerable, but in the place where hope shines, it is again So unshakable!

"Damn it!"

Kil'jaeden didn't care about Velen's pride. The corners of his eyes were throbbing. All of this made him unable to think. Maybe he could understand these meanings in the past, but now, he would only think it was quite stupid! The evil energy distorted not only his appearance, but also his soul and will. This distortion was deep and strange. He took over him, and it was no longer the same.

But this noble sacrifice did not change the bad situation they faced. On the contrary, this kind of demonstration made Kil'jaeden feel humiliated. He grabbed the old prophet’s neck with one hand and yelled furiously with the other.

"Then let me see your will! Let me see all this! Asshole! Your sacrifice is useless, your will is worthless!"

"Let me see how many of you can go to die!"

The great demon roared and stretched out his fingers, pointing to the sky, and the light once again converged among the stars, and this time, even Jingaloth and Varimathras summoned by Kil'jaeden no longer blocked these guardians. Sacrifice, on the contrary, with a face full of malice, they seem to want to see this so-called noble will.

But not

The guardians who followed Dick are Freya and O'Liya. Neither of them are guardians who are good at frontal combat. In the Valarjar fortress, Heimdall and El are also commanders. The important task of the heroic spirits, once they sacrifice, the battle situation of the entire Krokuen Plain will collapse in an instant.

If there is something bad about beings like heroes, it lies in the co-ordination of their wills. Once Valarjar has a problem, heroic spirits are very likely to be unable to maintain their own form.

The situation is too bad to imagine!

"You told me that Azeroth accepted you? Very good, let it lose you today!"

Kil'jaeden grinned and lowered his fingers inch by inch, and the light gathering above the clouds became more and more stagnant. At the moment his fingers suddenly dropped, the gatekeeper of God's Domain waved his left hand to control the command of Valarjar and the heroic spirits. Put it in Al's hands.

"Courage has never been far from my heart, it's time for me to accept this glorious funeral!"

Heimdall’s figure was entangled in golden anger and rushed to the sky. He was full of a certain firm voice sounded in the heart of Valkyrie El.

"Protect Valarjar, this is the first coordinate of the beginning of the war. Without it, it would be difficult for the fleet to locate successfully at one time! It is all our hope for counterattack. Protect it at all costs!"

The golden light entwined on the Valkyrie’s body was beating more and more violently. At the moment when Heimdall’s figure was about to be swallowed by the light, she screamed, and the spear in her hand slashed with an unruly frantic force. Toward Varimathras, who was between her and Kil'jaeden.

This Dreadlord was a mess in Azeroth and brought unimaginable failure to the Legion, so after returning to Argus, he was punished, and the Destruction Witch would deprive it of cruel methods. Master of his will and soul, now it is more like a puppet.

And the puppets are not afraid. Facing the crazy Valkyrie King, Varimathras blocked Al in a sacrificial form. The dark green flames that ignited on his body and the pale body matched, It looked like a burning corpse.

"You can't stop all of this, this is the order of the **** of destruction, this is your destiny! Destroy it, from now on!"

Kil'jaeden was like a babble of gods and gods. He watched the light descending from the sky, his eyes were full of fiery determination, and he muttered to himself.

"Look at all of this, it will eventually come true!"

Velen, who was caught in his hands, was already extremely weak. He could not even maintain his own holy light, but at the moment when the light of destruction was about to swallow Heimdall, who was like a golden meteor in the sky, a touch of Velen’s spiritual world. The fluctuations made him suddenly widen his eyes.

"Ahem, they are here"

"What? What did you say?"

Kil'jaeden turned his head and looked at Velen, whose eyes were up to the sky.

"They are here! The fire of hope is ignited at this moment, and you lose!"

"Om"

The moment Velen's voice ended, a dark green star point appeared in the dark sky of Argus, and then it expanded into a space vortex covering the sky, like a dark green star point storm.

Kil'jaeden’s gaze locked on the starlight storm. He knew what it was, the Sargerite Keystone, but he was not worried. He also knew that an army of Azeroth would come with him, but he didn’t. I am worried that the starships of Argus Starfield 60 are gathered here, which is enough to destroy any elementary civilization.

"I don't think the Legion will lose!"

"Huh"

"Don't hurt him!"

"boom"

Golden and silver light flashed, and at the moment Heimdall’s body collided with the starship’s destruction light, Odin’s roar resounded across the sky, and the light of the Judgment Spear pierced from the sky to the beam of light in the sky. This demigod With a powerful blow, Heimdall cut the beam of light from the center, and Heimdall, who was already determined to die, opened his eyes and saw the figures of Odin and Dick.

No longer in the pure form of an angel of order, the six wings of light behind have also become more dazzling wings of the starry sky. His body is taller and the armor in the form of an angel is more gorgeous. On top of the silver-white hood, a The golden crown floated impressively, and the brilliance of the Saint Mark of Order shrouded this more powerful angel form.

In his left hand he held the Shield of Aggramar, as clean as new, and his right hand held the long sword of flame that made Kil'jaeden unbelievable.

The flame ripper of Tisharacher's blue and white rays intertwined, the red and silver intertwined flames formed the edge of the broken blade. The Angel of Order looked up at the pillar of destruction that was attacked by the main artillery of the Odin organization. With a wave of his right hand upward, the long whip of flame is like a sickle sweeping everything, cutting off the light and the plane of reality. At this moment, the gap in the dark space has spread to the extreme, bombarding and devouring the main cannon that destroys everything.

The angel is floating in the air. Behind him, the bright starlight illuminates the night sky of Argus. The dark green space storm also expands to the extreme at this moment, just like a dark green curtain of flowing water, bringing the starry sky of Argus. Shrouded.

"That sword, how could Tisharacher be in your hands! What happened to your Aggramar!"

Kil'jaeden can’t take care of Velen anymore. He spread the scarlet wings behind him, and flames enveloped him, flying into the sky like a real demon. He roared loudly and questioned, but Dick's response to this was silence.

The blade of Tisharacher in his hand drew a brilliant light curtain in the air, pointing in the direction of Kil'jaeden, his metal sound that became more like the original sound sounded.

"Azeroth Allied Forces, enter the arena!"

"Om"

The more terrifying buzzing sound, like the sound of thousands of giant bees buzzing at the same time, has become the main theme of this broken world at this moment, no matter who it is, whether it is a demon, or those broken who have witnessed noble sacrifices, or those who have already The will of the decisive battle pushed the heroic spirit to the highest point, and everyone looked up to the sky.

The first starship emerged from the dark green water curtain portal. It was the flagship of the coalition forces. It was the starship that carried the last batch of holy light followers to leave Argus 25 thousand years ago, the naaru spacecraft, the purple crystal storm fortress, and Hatton. Seeing the starship that had abandoned them and took away the last hope, tears gushing from his eyes.

They are back. After ten thousand years, Argus’ hope, all hope, is back!

Turalyon, who has been put on the uniform of the top commander of the starship, sits in the command hall of the Storm Fortress. Under the guidance of Valarjar’s beacon, the highest-powered portal of the Sargerite Keystone is directly at Krokuun. The upper part of the mountains opened up, allowing the fleet to avoid the embarrassment of being attacked by the demon starship as soon as it entered Argus.

But the situation in front of him was not optimistic. At first glance, he saw the land of the Krokuen Plain that had been completely destroyed, as well as the soldiers of the Burning Legion regrouping further afield.

"Command, the first, third, and fourth fleets are ready for bombardment! Coordinates, teleport immediately!"

Turalyon yelled in the communications of the entire fleet, and countless voices answered him.

"The Second Fleet is ready to attack on the ground! Storm Fortress, open the landing warehouse!"

The landing bin exit under the purple starship was opened, and nearly a thousand black landing bin attack ports appeared. Hell paratroopers were ready, but at this moment, Kil'jaeden’s roar erupted.

"What are you waiting for! Attack!"

The main artillery of the Demon Legion began to adjust its direction quickly. At the same moment, the light spots of starry shining light burst out from the dark green portal, and the dense clusters dazzled everyone's eyes. More than 70 Azeroth ships have more firepower. , The more advanced defense assault starship appeared in the starry sky of Argus in the form of teleportation, and the moment they jumped out of the teleportation, they were already ready for battle.

"Fire!"

"Boom boom boom boom"

The scorching light of the horizontal sky illuminates everything under the starry sky. The light spots rubbed by the collision between the main gun’s light and the demon starship’s defensive shield look like a meteor shower, faster and more accurate. The shelling of the battlefield determined the direction of the battlefield, and the demon starship, which originally had the advantage, was penetrated by one-fifth of this round of shelling.

Kil'jaeden ordered them to open the defensive barriers before the battle, and they did so, but no one would believe that Azeroth, a civilization that had just entered the star field, would have a fleet that could confront the Burning Legion head-on. All Agu The people in Sri Lanka didn't believe it, but until the moment the coalition composed of four fleets crossed the endless galaxy and appeared over Argus, they knew that they were wrong.

And the price of this error is that the originally dominant battle situation fell to a level similar to that of the Azeroth Expeditionary Force at this moment, until the moment the light of the coalition’s main artillery dissipated, the demon falling from the sky with smoke. The starship ignited a flame that burned like a fireball in the air.

When they adjusted their main guns, the second round of the Azeroth fleet came again.

"boom"

The blazing flame ignited the sky, illuminating Kil'jaeden’s face that had been distorted to the extreme. After seeing the scale of the fleet through the star field, he knew that he had made a mistake in his judgment, even if they had been broken in Azeroth. After sinking the sand three times, they still haven't learned to treat Azeroth as a real opponent.

After two rounds of shelling abruptly, the demons finally launched a counterattack, but now, the balance of victory has been biased towards Azeroth, at least in the sky above Krokuun. When one side is tough and the other is careless, the direction of the war, It has been determined.

As Velen said, the moment he saw this heavily armed fleet, the fire of hope ignited.

When Dick's dark gaze fell on Kil'jaeden, the great devil knew that he was doomed today.