The demon retreated.

Throughout the world of Azeroth, all the demons are in the rout.

The reason why these chaotic creatures can continue to fight under the terrifying casualties is because their gods are watching them, and the breath of the Dark Titan is like the most terrifying divine will, as long as that breath is still there, the demons will not dare to have the slightest weakness.

In the Burning Legion, the Dark Titan Sargeras was not a benevolent commander, he hated defeat, and the consequences that the loser could encounter in the Legion would be feared by even the rough demons.

But now, the breath of Sargeras is gone.

The gods of the demons have left the starfield that he swore to destroy, which means...

Invincible Dark Titan, failed!

It loses!

Even the gods, all lost...

How can this terrible result make the demons not feel fear from the bottom of their hearts?

The golden rays of light pierced the night of Azeroth like arrows. In that warm light, on the land of Pandaria, the bloodied old Chen and the warrior monks of the black-clothed guard chased those retreating demons on the land of the Valley of the Four Winds.

The warrior monks let out loud cheers as they chased after the sea of demons who had lost their armor and knocked the demons to the ground who did not even dare to turn their heads back. They vented their inner ecstasy and pride wantonly, and even the low-key Qianmoke farmers, the panda farmers, and the slippery monkeys all rode their domesticated goats, wielded shovels and hoes, and chased after the warrior monks to chase the north.

Everyone shouted in the sun, they repelled the apocalypse! They won!

Above the sky, the Pandaren knights of the Cloud Soaring Dragon Knights looked at the earth, and the rolling black tide of demons was like a receding tide, gathering back from all directions.

The Gates of the Legion that stood beneath the Dragon's Spine, the Gates of Destruction that burned with flames brought terrifying despair when the war began. But now, they are a symbol of the end of despair.

The Monkey King, the newly resurrected demigod of the wilderness and the leader of the monkeys, is a powerful monkey that stretches its power. It became as tall as a giant, and in a festive cheer, the Monkey King raised his fighting staff in his hand, like a collapsed mountain, and smashed into the demon tide under the dragon's back, completely destroying the burning legion gate, and beating those demons crying and crying for their mothers.

"Win! Win! ”

The huge monkey scratched its ears and cheeks with joy, and it even danced happily, which caused the pandas of the Valley of the Four Winds to laugh, and in the back, halfway up the mountain, Garrod. The Song of Shadows, the steady elven commander, also let himself go in the ecstasy of his heart at this moment, and he was like those young people, like optimistic pandas, gulping on spirits and congratulating everyone around him on his victory.

The entire Valley of the Four Winds, the entire Pandaria, and the entire world resounded with cheers.

In the heart of the Endless Sea, on the already isolated island of Assuna, in the demonic court of Faronar, a special surrender ritual is also taking place.

"Smack"

A whip made from a demon's skull fell to the ground, and Lady Futhrakus, a high-ranking demon of Ereda, waved lazily at her hand. The insect whisperer demon standing beside her flatteringly picked up the bone whip dropped by the lady and presented it to his lord with both hands.

And this arrogant demon queen looked at the high-level demons in front of her with disdain, and her identity at this time was the ambassador of the Demon Star Sea Empire in Azeroth on behalf of the Demon Star Sea Empire jointly established by the Eredar Demon and the Nasrezm Demon. She snorted indifferently, and while playing with her nails, she said:

"You suffered a great defeat in Azeroth, and the Dark Titan lost, you need to understand your situation, you are the losers of the Burning Legion..."

Admiral Fuslax's eyes rolled, and she added:

"And we have received the news that the burning expedition has completely failed, and Lord Sargeras has decided to abandon this false plan, which means that you have nowhere to go, and the whole of Azeroth is hunting you down!"

"And in this world, the only one who has the ability to protect you is our Demon Empire. But our Demon Empire, unlike the Burning Legion, we don't want any cats and dogs. ”

Futhraks's words made several high-level demons standing in front of her tremble.

Although in terms of strength, Futhraks is certainly not the opponent of these high-level demons who have joined forces, but the current situation is very dangerous, the Titans and Grim Reaper of Azeroth have returned, and the demons may not be afraid of those mortals, but in the face of the Titans and the Reaper, they continue to resist stubbornly, and there is only one way to die.

Demons are also beings, and they want to beg for life in the face of death.

"So be it."

Futhraks flicked her fingers, and the Eredar demon had no shame as a betrayer, and she pretended to think deeply for a moment, and then said triumphantly:

"Let's prove our sincerity first."

"In the name of the Demon Empire's Archon, I will propose a truce to the various forces of Azeroth, but you! Listen, this is your last chance, within a week, you have to gather all the big demons in this world, and the transformation of the world on Nasressa's side will take a lot of labor. ”

"How?"

Futhraks sat up straight, like a true demon queen, and asked with a frosty face:

"Will you say yes?"

The high-ranking demons located below the Demon King's Court look at me, I look at you, but in the end, no one dared to object. The Burning Crusade is coming to an end, and the Dark Titans don't pay much attention to the demons at all, and the decline of the Burning Legion is already a foregone conclusion.

They have to find a home for themselves.

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"We've won!"

Arthas, who had just come out of the graveyard, heard the cheers coming from the still burning city, and in the sky above him, the winged demons flew out of the battlefield, the griffon knights and druids were chasing them, the sporadic gunfire rang out in the city, and before Arthas's eyes, the golden sunlight dispelled the darkness like a waterfall, and he felt a sense of relief.

The war is over...

The Grand Duke subconsciously raised his hand and let out a loud shout. The joy in his heart had nowhere to put it, so the next moment, he turned around, and under the surge of emotions in his heart, he hugged his wife, and in the sudden sluggishness of the ** Shi Gianna, the lips of the two kissed together.

Beside them, the warriors who survived the hard battle also surrounded their commanders with constant cheers, and good-natured laughter and whistles.

made this Gianna blush, but in the face of the hard-won victory, it was impossible to exalt it.

In the midst of the rumbling sound, the Emperor's car, the Skyfire, a badly wounded but barely able to fly airship, burst into the sky. Varian, in a new suit of armor, was on the hands of the Warrior, his bloodstained face full of smiles, waving his hand at the people below. And the people also shouted the emperor's name, waved the broken battle flag in their hands, and the mages used their last magic power to sprinkle magical fireworks representing victory in the sky of Baita City Port.

City... The city was almost in ruins, and it no longer had the splendor and majesty it once had. But as long as people are still there, there is still hope for everything.

Varian landed in front of the Basilica of Light, which had been blown off most of its dome, and was greeted by the black-faced Chaldeans of the Holy Light.

At the moment when Varian fell, a red figure rushed into his arms, Valilla hugged her husband tightly, and the moment she saw Varian's Graybor greatsword falling into the sky, she thought that she was going to lose him forever.

"It's okay! Don't cry, it's fine. ”

Varian comforted his wife, and he whispered:

"All well!"

Valilla sniffled, she wiped her tears, smiled at Varian, and turned sideways. Under Varian's gaze, a long white dress caught his eye, and in the sun, Queen Tiffany in a white dress with an umbrella was in front of him. In the queen's blood-red eyes, there was also a trace of worry and joy that could not be concealed.

Varian subconsciously took a few steps forward, he stretched out his hand and hugged his queen, and the two looked at each other, full of intoxicating tenderness.

Behind them, Valera stood there with a little regret, she knew that she would never have all of Varian, and that in the emperor's heart, there was always a pure land that belonged to the woman in front of her.

But the next moment, Varian and Tiffany turned back at the same time, holding the queen with a smile on their faces, and the queen beckoned to Valeera. The Master Assassin was stunned for a moment, but then, a smile appeared on her face.

She took a step forward and stood on Varian's other side...

"Ahh So many people died. ”

In Stormwind City, the capital of the Federal District, in the council hall where the smell of gunpowder still remains, the pot-bellied Edwin . Speaker Van Cleef sat weakly in his chair. In the previous battle, he was also a warrior, but he didn't train for many years, and as a result of allowing his martial arts to relax, he died 11 times in a row in the battle to defend Stormwind City, and he almost couldn't be saved.

In Van Cleve's hands, there were rough reports of casualties. The red number representing casualties on it gave Van Cleef a shocking feeling.

Even with the blessing of the power of death, not every soul can survive the painful and terrible battle. Just a rough estimate, this war wiped out the population growth of the federation in the past five years, so that the population base of the entire federation was directly cut by one-seventh.

This can no longer be said to be a loss of muscles and bones, this is simply a stab in the heart of the Federation... Let it already have signs of excessive blood loss.

But...

They finally won.

The terrible price is worth it. After this war, the entire Federation, and even the entire world of Azeroth, will no longer have the predicament of hindering development, as long as they can survive this difficult time, then the road ahead of them will be smooth sailing.

They have already embarked on the beginning of this bright path, and they have truly owned the future.

His Excellency the Speaker stood by the broken window, which looked at the reveling crowd outside the window, and there was a heartfelt smile on his face.

I'll talk about these heavy things later.

Right now... Enjoy this hard-won glory of victory.

"I hate you! You're a liar! ”

At the top of Mount Hyjal, Yuna held the crystal in her hand and screamed in a rare, truly angry gesture:

"You said you would help! But we almost died! Just a little bit! ”

In the face of Yuna's accusation, the crystal trembled steadily, and a moment later, a slightly distorted, but very thick, magnetic male voice came out of it, and there was a lazy touch in that voice.

The mysterious voice said to Yuna:

"No, no, no, little fool... What I'm telling you is, I'll help you after the story is over. But you have to understand... This is the end of the story, and I can't intervene yet... But, I've seen the ending, and I know you'll get through it. ”

After speaking, he did not wait for Yuna to refute, and then spoke:

"Send Banner back before Lord Tyrion finds out, and don't rush over in the near future, little Yuna, that bitch of death has noticed you, be careful yourself. I would also like to make a little preparation for His Excellency Tyrion's future 'visit'. ”

"I can see that it will be a great bet."

"I hate you! Cyber! ”

Yuna saw that the mysterious man on the other side stopped talking, she sniffled and screamed:

"Next time you're going to cook me a big meal yourself! Otherwise I won't forgive you again! I swear! ”

Well, it seems that Yuna-sama's big secret hasn't been revealed yet.

And in the Dead Realm, in the Lonely Castle, the Great Lord who returned from the Sea of Death Star walked quietly in his castle, he pushed open the door of his room, and saw a richly decorated... Uh, coffin.

This brought a smile on the corner of the Great Lord's lips, and he stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and gently pushed the coffin away. In that coffin, Aurelia is like a sleeping beauty. Windranger, with his eyes closed, lying in it, as if he were truly asleep.

The Blood Lady had also joined the interception of Grey Bull before, and her blood body had been completely destroyed, but fortunately, there were too many ways for a Sarein of her rank to complete her own recovery, and she didn't need to worry about it extra from the Great Lord.

Tyrion looked at his sleeping wife in the coffin, she was still as beautiful as she remembered, and the stupid woman had been by his side for so many years in the past.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the long blood-colored hair of the Blood Lord, he lowered his head, kissed Aurelia lightly on the forehead, and then whispered in her ear:

"Honey, I'm back..."

"The most beautiful and the best dawn has come..."

"The perfect time I promised you has come. Open your eyes and look at it. ”

"Nope! No! I'm very angry! ”

The Blood Lord's eyes were closed, she was like a little girl in the Windranger Manor, she pouted, snorted, and said:

"I've died all once... But you don't care about me at all. ”

The High Lord smiled softly at the rare childlike temper of Aurelia, and he rolled over and lay himself in the coffin of the Blood Lord. He leaned against Aurelia and, for the first time, stretched out without any scruples, and he closed his eyes and whispered:

"I was wrong..."

"So..."

"Let me use the rest of my life to compensate you."