On the battlefield of Shadowmoon Valley, 70,000 demons have already fought with the prepared necromancers and warriors of all races.

What should have been devastating has now turned into an unbearable tug-of-war.

The demons of the Burning Legion are still as brave, as brutal, and as fearsome as before, but when the so-called "invincible" aura on their bodies is completely shattered, they are just a bunch of brutal thugs.

You know, fighting a war of attrition, the undead scourge in the past, the current night watchman is not afraid of any opponent!

A huge frost dragon silently streaked across the battlefield, and Uther, with the crown of black roses, watched indifferently at the battle situation on the land of Shadow Moon Valley, fate made him go from life to death, and stood on the highest point of death, when he closed his eyes, he could see the dense highlights of the entire night watch in this world.

That's his current power, every undead is an extension of his will,

They are like a black torrent, sweeping everything, no matter whether it is a demon or something else in the way, under this torrent, they will be completely drowned.

"What do you see, Anaire?"

Uther stood on top of the bones with the death verdict in his hands, his black haze whirring in the cold wind, and beside him, the little kid who was also wearing the Iron Armor of Saron, with a small black crown on top of his head... Well, a young man about the same size as Anduin was watching the brutal battle in his own way.

There were two long swords covered in cold ice hanging from his waist, and that layer of frost did not affect the sharpness of the blade, and even added more lethal frost damage to it, and most importantly, the dual swords made from the fragments of the severed magic sword Frostmourn also had some characteristic of Frostmourn.

Blood-spilling to show its sharpness, soul devouring to achieve its power!

Hearing Uther's deep voice, Mishirsa Anaire said respectfully,

"Mentor, I see death, unstoppable death!"

"Ugh..."

Uther's left hand rested on his disciple's head, "It's not enough... It's not enough to just die. ”

"We are death itself, but let's not forget why we wield the scythe of death, for a brighter future, we fall into darkness, we embrace darkness, we are killing for protection, hope in despair, and chants in destruction. ”

"You're so gifted, and your talent even makes me feel terrified... But Anaire, with the tenderness and protective will of your heart, don't go down the old path of Alsace. ”

Uther withdrew his hand, and with a slight wave,

"Go, Anaire, gather your strength, show your fangs, and then, enforce your ruling!"

A hint of maturity that did not match his age flashed on Anaire's face, and he stepped back slightly, leaning over and saluting,

"Yes, Mentor!"

Black steel armor swept across the sky, and a black mist appeared beside Anel, followed by the sound of horses' hooves, Anel turned over and rode his invincible warhorse, he clenched the reins of the horse, and the figure of Kalia crossed his mind.

"Sister, my last relative, I will not allow anyone to harm you and your world..."

The tattered flesh wings of the black undead war horse suddenly spread out at this moment, Anel and his own war horse jumped up from the frost dragon, at this moment, all the undead in the entire northern section of the battlefield looked up at the sky, and the originally ice blue undead fire in their eyes seemed to feel some kind of tyrannical will at this moment, and the blue flame turned into a terrifying blood red.

At this moment, the violent undead plague seemed to have returned to this land again.

"Wow"

The twin swords were unsheathed, and Anel's silent will swept over all the undead, and his voice resounded in the spirits of those undead, indifferent like frost that frozen everything.

"Shredded, devoured... Soldiers, drown them!"

"Roar!!

The silent undead let out a furious roar in unison at this moment, if the first half of the demons saw the undead's all-pervasive defense, now they saw the most violent side of these undead.

The battle shield exits, and the sword roars!

The rampaging Abyss Lord Blutarus, as the commander of the Northern Sector, felt that his patience had reached the limit.

Blutalus is the most powerful Abyss Lord except for Maronus the Destroyer, it has spent its entire life on the battlefield, it has been cut off the wings of the Abyss Lord, its body is covered with all kinds of scars, it looks like a dying old guy, but the moment Blutalus raised the sword on his fists, even Mrunos was afraid of three points.

This old guy is an out-and-out destroyer, and in this life, the planets destroyed are remembered in the plural.

Seeing the demons under his command being forced back by a group of corpses, the soul fire burning above Blutarus's inverted triangle head became even more crazy, it could no longer bear it, this tug-of-war that could not be destroyed with one blow was like a resounding slap in the face.

"This is a shameful defeat! This is a shame! You weak guys! If you can't die in the charge, then you will die at my hands!"

Blutarus howled and raised his fists, and the dark green evil energy gathered in the palm of his hand like a very hot meteor, smashing towards the demons in front of it who could not break through the undead line, and when the scorching and terrifying meteor fell to the ground, the explosion of evil energy burned everything in its sight.

A huge depression appeared on the ground of Shadowmoon Valley, and feeling the feeling of the slaughter in front of him, Blutarus's furious blood flowed faster, and its thick four hooves began to gallop on the ground, and its tail full of bone spurs like a dragon flicked around, smashing demons and undead into the air, smashing the ground into cracks.

"Dead dead dead!"

Blutarus's fists smashed wildly, like the most courageous assaulters, whether it was the walking corpse, ghoul, abomination, death knight, or bone giant, all of them were smashed under this brute force beyond mortals, and after Blutarus himself came on the field, the night watchman's formation was torn open a huge rift for the first time.

The Demon Guardians, who were also anxious about the frustration of the attack, followed behind their commander and launched a wave of counter-charges, Blutarus recklessly enjoyed the slaughter, and looked back at the Legion portal guarded by the demons, and when he saw a green star dot lit up in the center of the portal, and then quickly expanded into a mysterious and brilliant light curtain storm, the Abyss Lord let out a high laugh,

"Our reinforcements are coming! This sad world is about to be..."

"Bang"

Before it could finish its sentence, a crimson glow lit up from the legion's portal, and as it approached, the phantom of a magma giant that was burning all over its body and curled like a raging layer rushed out of the light curtain, and the giant held a giant war hammer that was also blazing in his hand, and smashed it into the swarming demons in front of the portal.

The next moment, the earth cracked, and scorching magma pounced from the cracks, engulfing the demons who were caught off guard.

A rude voice resounded throughout the battlefield after the phantom of the Fire Demon King dissipated,

"Hahaha, surprise or not?

Blutarus's eyes almost popped out of his sockets, but the Black Iron King Thorrison, who had stepped out of the portal with the hand of the fire demon, waved his hand, and in the next moment, the tall Iron Legion's Iron Viku pounced on the demons who had been frightened from the three rekindled portals.

Their chaotic brains could never have imagined why these Azeroth soldiers would rush out of their legion portal, which was obviously another world!

"Your retreat is at the end of your journey..."

The Black Iron King shook the fire demon hand in his hand and the warhammer of the legendary weapon roared across the battlefield, the scorching storm exploded behind his diminutive body, and the arrogant, cold voice,

"This is your last graveyard!

"I don't believe !!"

Blutarus roared and pounced on Thoreson, like a chariot of flames running as fast as it could, it felt like it was being fooled, it felt like these damned, weak creatures were laughing at it, it was going to tear them apart, it was going to punish them for their foolishness and ridicule, it was going to kill them!

"Bang"

A golden bolt of lightning blocked the center of Thorrison and Brutalus, and Heimdall swelled into Guardian form the moment he landed, his Storm Sword wrapped around golden rage, blocking the twin blades that Brutalus had slashed.

The 15-meter-tall gatekeeper took a step back, and he looked at the furious Abyss Lord, a grim smile blooming under the steel helmet.

"It's called... Close the door and hit the dog!"

"Boom"

An even more dazzling golden light lay horizontally above the sky of Shadowmoon Valley, like a golden lightsaber, slashing open the eternal night of Shadowmoon Valley, and the gate of the firmament projected from the hidden Valagar above the world.

Odin slowly walked out of the golden curtain of light with the Spear of Judgment in his hand, and behind him, the four Legion starships suspended above the Dark Temple had been targeted by the Valkyrie guards of Valagar in Valagar, and the deck of the outermost starship had also been torn open by the Spear of Judgment with a terrible wound.

Dark green energy wrapped around the starship, and the moment Odin rushed into the battlefield of Illidan and Malonos and Tikdisio in the Dark Temple, a huge spark of face exploded over the Dark Temple.

Dick and Illidan's plan is even more arrogant than the demons imagined... Not only do they have to defeat the demons, but they also want to annihilate the invading demon legions.

It's like Sorisen's words... Don't even think about running!

"Bang"

Illidan and Malones, who are completely demonic, collided hard, and before the Dark Gate, the three most capable guys have completely turned this place into a hell, facing the attack of two high-level demon lords, Illidan is very embarrassed, but he is far from failing.

After this blow, Tikdios jumped out of the darkness and tried to sneak attack, but a silver spear shadow forced it away from Illidan's back, and no matter how Tikdios dodged, the spear shadow followed it, and finally stabbed it into the chest with precision, causing the leader of Nasrezm to let out a terrified scream.

Its chest was torn open by the scorching spear, its sternum shattered, and under this shot it could not even turn into a bat to escape, and in the face of Azeroth's oldest divine power, Tikdios realized how weak he was.

Odin's figure strode into the battlefield of the Dark Temple, and behind him, the heroic spirits that shone with endless light stepped out of the gates of the sky, like golden streamers scattered into the earth, destroying the dark jungle that enveloped the Dark Temple from the periphery little by little.

The moment Illidan smirked and stabbed the blazing blade of Aethinos into Malones' back, the Saboteur realized that it had made the same mistake as the Burning Legion behind it, despising Illidan and the energy of the two worlds uniting together.

Illidan had become an invincible opponent that they could not defeat together, and the success of the First Fleet's expedition represented the complete failure of this third invasion, and they should have fought with all their might, the scale of the invasion of Azeroth, which might have left Illidan and his allies anxious, but they only chose an invasion legion that was far inferior in number and quality.

They paid for their contempt... The price is terrible.