The Blue Dragon Legion, several giant dragons screamed, and like the red dragons who sacrificed themselves to "block the gun" for Alexstaza before, they used their huge dragon bodies to rush into Akmund, who was falling into the sky, as if they were not going to die, trying to force the other party away from the trajectory that hit Malygos who had fallen to the ground.

Actually, they did!

Akmund's defense is indeed amazing, no matter how much breath he has, he can resist it, so after being recognized by the new strength shown by the other party and the gap between friend and foe, these dragons are very rational and irrational to choose this direct physical way to impact, using the acceleration of their own motion to collide with gravitational acceleration.

"Bang, bang, bang......" It was a successive collision sound in the air, each one like a sonic boom, not only blowing away the smoke, but also sweeping away all the surrounding noise.

The six dragons scrambled to crash into Akmund, successfully deflecting the trajectory of the latter's fall, but it was no surprise that they were all punched by the enraged Akmund and the hammer of a "little friend" flew very far!

The blue dragon fell, tumbled, and tumbled like a broken kite, and finally collapsed in the pit where his dragon body had knocked over countless trees, and the dragon's blood, which was considered valuable magical material by mortal mages, was sprinkled all over the ground......

When Akmund landed, the huge tremor made all mortals think that it was a house leak and an earthquake near Mount Hyjal, which seemed to rain overnight, but this was just due to an ordinary high jump of the Great Demon, and the landing point was relatively close to those mortal powerhouses.

Akmund then glanced at Nodashir in the distance and the battlefield that had been thrown into disarray, and then turned to the only dragon in the air that was still levitating, looking hesitant and frightened, with a very dissatisfied gaze. It's all to blame on these big reptiles, if it weren't for themselves, they would have been promoted to the new Titans by the power of Azeroth!

As for the fact that there are several so-called mortal powerhouses of Azeroth not far from his feet, he has seen too many mortal powerhouses who fiercely resist in the thousands of worlds of destruction, and these so-called "powerhouses" like ants are just in exchange for a moment of fun for themselves. Although those ants are a bit interesting, there are not many who can maintain a high intensity of fighting until the end. Regardless of whether they use the Holy Light or the Sword, as long as they are ants, they will be tired, they will be injured, their vitality and spiritual power will be overdrawn, and they will even die.

This is why Akmund looked down on those ants, and even instinctively ignored their existence. Of course, the defeat of the War of the Ancients was not because those ants defeated the Legion, but because they blew up the Well of Eternity, thus cutting off the passage for the Legion to attack, causing the spatial passage to collapse and absorbing countless demons into it, which made the Burning Legion fail in the War of the Ancients.

Otherwise, what do you think you can do in the Battle of the Ancients with the strength of mortals? They can't even effectively resist the army of low-level demons head-on, let alone how long they can hold out in the face of the attack of so many high-level demons, and even, if it weren't for the addition of those wilderness demigods, Akmund wouldn't want to waste his strength to deal with these ants.

And in the epic battle of the ancients 10,000 years ago, the only people who could threaten him, except for those slightly stronger wilderness demigods, were the dragon army. But now...... As far as Akmund's eyes could see, there was a lone blue dragon hanging in the air, bewildered. He had seen too many manifestations of this stupidity, like a frightened beast, a fool whose fate was nothing more than the instinct to escape, whose fate was to become a delicacy for its predators.

This kind of coward is very different from something that can clearly recognize its own strengths and weaknesses, the former is like the blue dragon now, and the latter, like the ants not far from Akmund, who are trying to fight him, or maybe they are showing their usefulness, so that they can be admired by themselves, so that they can be appreciated by themselves and join the great Burning Legion.

The most powerful guardian dragons have been cleaned up, and the dragons that can be fought are either dead or crippled, and there is nothing that can stop Akmund from absorbing the power of the World Tree, and Akmund, who is in a mood that has suddenly improved, suddenly gave birth to a mortal powerhouse who wants to ridicule those mortal powerhouses who are highly vigilant and are constantly accumulating strength but dare not make a move.

Thinking so, Akmund first casually "throws" a huge evil energy impact, directly hitting the blue dragon that seems to be scared stupid, the blue dragon is like this is completely defenseless, it was directly hit, and the cruel evil energy instantly wrapped the blue dragon, accompanied by a miserable cry, the only dragon that still has combat ability fell like this......

"Oh, no...... Even Karegos was defeated...... "Kael'thas, who had participated in the rescue of Senagos with Karegos, seemed to have his clenched hands a little loose, and he didn't know how to face this opponent who felt invincible no matter how much he raised his momentum, and this feeling of powerlessness filled his body.

Even if there are more than a dozen mortal powerhouses of Azeroth like him around Kael'thas, even if such a powerhouse lineup is formed

The team was enough to destroy a small country with ease, but it didn't help the situation at all.

Those who can't win, those who have no hope, can't even touch each other at all, and that evil demon can kill himself with just one look...... After Akmund refocused his attention on these mortals, the mortal powerhouses who had witnessed how the Dragon Legion had been wiped out in Akmund's actions from beginning to end could not raise the slightest idea of resistance.

"Well, it seems good that you have been able to stand under my coercion for so long without taking half a step back......" Akmundmo rubbed his chin and looked with interest at the ant that seemed to him almost prostrate on the ground, and then his gaze locked on the orcs that his lieutenant Manolos had used.

Thrall was the only orc present, and Varok was ordered to lead the tribe's army on the mountainside and work with the alliance to stop the seemingly endless army of demons and undead. And Lexa is not a pure-blooded orc, he is a hybrid of an orc and an ogre, so in Akmund's opinion, this kind of garbage, which is not even pure in blood, is not worth a second glance at himself.

In Akmund's view, it doesn't matter whether the race that has been enslaved once changes leaders or not, the important thing is that as long as they are hungry for power and they are bloodthirsty and impulsive, then they will inevitably become the best tools and the best cannon fodder for the Burning Legion.

In fact, after drinking the demon's blood, the orcs did satisfy the Burning Legion, but since the death of Manolos, the orcs are no longer controlled, and instead have raised the banner of rebellion against the Legion. Although their resistance was about to be destroyed, Akmund didn't want to let go of such a useful cannon fodder. After all, there are still countless worlds waiting to be destroyed by the Burning Legion, so there is not too much power in his hands.

"You, lowly orc, I can give you a chance to renew your allegiance to the Legion, as long as you kill all the ants next to you, and I can pardon your rebellious legion for its felonies, and even give you a new power! You can even ......"

Akmund's babbling words didn't affect Thrall's mind, and he felt that he was now unexpectedly calm.

Thrall was given his name by a human named Blackmore, and Gouyl was his real name. He frowned now, and with the knowledge and learning ability he had gained since childhood, he could easily hear that this great demon was trying to sow discord, and at the same time, he really wanted to bring the orc race back under his command.

However, Sal was raised by a human education, and thanks to the help of the kind-hearted Teresa, Sal learned more about it, and he was able to recognize what lies and what deceptions. And, on the way to free his countrymen and capture the orc asylum, Thrall, under the tutelage of Orgrim and Grom, heard more than once about the glorious victories and glory of the former orcs with the help of demonic blood. However, after the establishment of Orgrimmar, under the influence of Varok, Thrall began to introspect whether it was a good thing to blindly follow the power, and a wise man like Wojin and a generous elder like Kane were constantly influencing Thrall to become a wise and qualified leader, rather than a black hand who was full of anger and ruled the tribe with ferocious and brutal means as he had heard when he first liberated the asylum.

Under the influence of demonic blood, it was definitely the darkest hour for the tribe! What glory is there for a tribe that regards the slaughter of innocents as glory? What glory is there for a tribe that uses the dead to defile their souls so that they cannot rest in peace? Orcs who are corrupted by the blood of demons can only become the playthings and cannon fodder of the Burning Legion, and the death of the clansmen does not care about those demons at all, and no one cares about the life and death of cannon fodder, let alone their living conditions. Moreover, the corrupted orcs did not care about life and death, and their extraordinary fanaticism caused no one to care about their lives, including themselves.

So, join the Burning Legion, drink the blood of demons again, and become cannon fodder for all kinds of evil? This is not what the tribe needs! This is not what the orcs want!

As if remembering the humiliating history of the orcs, Thrall, who was now staring at him to see how he chose, his green face seemed to turn red, and the rolling electricity instantly rushed up from the soles of his feet, filling the hammer of destruction, and Thrall shouted loudly, "Orcs, never be slaves"

"Bilibili......" Without hesitation, Thrall shot his sudden burst of electric shock at Akmund not far away!

The rushing electric shock, carrying Thrall's anger and unyielding determination to fate, struck the towering Akmund with ease and unhindered...... and the seemingly unstoppable rage current disappeared into the invisible as if it had been counteracted by something after hitting the archdemon's hoof......

Disbelief and despair filled Sal's heart again in the next second.

The battle of the same level made the mortal powerhouses who were watching feel that those earth-destroying moves made them thrilling, but in fact, when a giant of almost 50 meters stood near him, this natural feeling of being suppressed was not something that normal people could endure at all.

The same goes for Thrall, who is more than two meters tall, even though he is an orc, and in the eyes of humans, he is already a mighty and majestic man, but

Thrall's height and strong body were simply worthless in front of Akmund!

It's no wonder that Akmund is talking to Sal in that very disgusted tone, if there is an absolutely neutral third party, it is already a great opportunity to be able to let an existence like Akmund take a look at it and propose to co-opt, but this Thrall still refuses and takes the initiative to attack an opponent he can't defeat at all, is this a joke with the lives of their clan?

Of course, an absolutely neutral third party can have a God's perspective or a sufficiently calm analysis, and they can also have the attitude of not caring about themselves and just watching the show.

But it is undeniable that, in Akmund's view, Thrall's blow completely destroyed the orc's opportunity to rejoin the legion and contribute to the legion.

"Alas, foolish ants. Akmund's helplessness was written all over his face, as if the price he offered was already his greatest sincerity, but the other party did not appreciate it, but took the initiative to attack him, and it was not a pleasant thing to communicate with these low, barbaric, and rough civilizations at all.

With a deep sigh, Akmund kicked his hoof, which looked very much like a goat's hoof, and what seemed to him was a pebble whistling towards Thrall!

What seemed to Akmund to be a pebble was a boulder bigger than his own body to Thrall! And in terms of Akmund's explosive power, the power of such a "pebble" was amazing!

The boulder spiraled and tore through the air and drove the cyclone, and almost in the blink of an eye, it smashed the stone man of the earth element that Thrall urgently summoned! Kane on the side also saw that the situation was not good, and turned into a red light and charged over, picking up a large totem like a home run, knocking the boulder to the side......

The sudden death of the summoned creature caused Sal to be so tormented by the spirit that he almost covered his head and wanted to kneel, but fortunately, Woking relieved Sal's pain with a special dance in time.

With just one face, Akmund's advantage over these mortal powerhouses came like the top of Mount Tai, making every mortal powerhouse present feel uneasy...... If the boulder just flew towards him, it wasn't very lethal, and Thrall was just due to his own carelessness. What really terrified those mortal powerhouses was Akmund's strength......

Looking at the battle between the Great Demon and the Dragon Legion from a distance, it may not have a very deep and intuitive understanding, but in fact, when Akmund appeared in a crushing posture to himself, who was usually high in the mortal group, the so-called mortal powerhouse, the so-called power level, in front of Akmund, who had absolutely powerful power, was not worth mentioning at all......

"Hahaha......" Akmund laughed wildly when he saw that all the ants finally had the way they should tremble, "I have to say that you wastes are still a little useful, maybe you are already quite good in the waste, but in front of me, in front of me without exerting a ten-thousandth of my strength, you are still like this...... Tsk tsk, this painless attack won't help me at all, stupid ant. ”

Akmund was like an invincible strong man who could not be defeated, and he turned around without looking back and walked in the direction of Nodashir in the distance, and the heavy and vibrating footsteps accompanied by the loud voice spread in all directions, as if announcing that Azeroth was going to change its master from this day, and he said loudly: "The gap in strength between me and you garbage is the gap between thousands of destroyed worlds and you ignorant dregs! ”

Having been violently struck by the dragon's body, affected by the dragon's breath, and affected by the manic evil energy, although Nodashir still looks like a towering tree, in fact, Akmund and those druids can feel the impact of the battle on Nodashir, not only on the bark, trunk, branches, leaves, and soil, Pollution and damage to the air, and more importantly, Nodashir is connected to the original power of Azeroth, and if it hurts this World Tree, it hurts Azeroth itself.

But Akmund doesn't care about this, no matter how polluted he is, he doesn't care, he has a title of "polluter", Akmund, who is given this name, doesn't mind what Nordasil is, all he needs is strength, absorbing Nordasil's power can make him directly promoted!

In Akmund's view, the best outcome is that he succeeds in being promoted to become a Titan who can be exactly like Sargeras's commander, and the worst outcome is that after absorbing the power of this planet that makes the Burning Legion coveted, not only will he not be promoted to Titan, but Sargeras will be dissatisfied with his actions and gradually oppose him.

But it doesn't matter, Akmund, who believes that power is everything, believes that as long as he gets this great power that belongs to him, he will have enough capital to compete with Sargeras! Even if he is the triumvirate of the Burning Legion, he Akmund has the idea of going one step further!

"Then begin!" Akmund withdrew his greedy gaze at Nodashir and began to sing in a deep voice in the awkward Eredan language......