Boom"

At the moment when the star gate connected to Argus was coupled with energy, the energy from the distant planet slapped on the huge platform of the dark night well like a tumbling tide.

More than 10,000 years ago, the white jade-like platform made of the strongest and most powerful materials by the most powerful arcanists of the Elven Empire withstood the impact of this tremendous force, and it made an overwhelming shattering sound, and the sculptures and walls that existed as decorations in the outermost ring collapsed, and then were swept into the energy storm of purple magic and green evil energy in front of them, and were crushed into powder in an instant.

Banazal, Tikdios, Eredar Twins, Tyrana the Spider, and the ruler of Sulamar City, the archmage Elisandr, and the astral wizard Aitaeus, the deceitful retinue of the deceitful are the true powerhouses, powerful enough to ensure that they will not be swept away in the storm of destruction.

Badly wounded and dying, Casanatyr was thrown to the ground like a tyrant on the brink of the end.

They were all waiting, waiting for the arrival of the Great Demon to whom they had sworn allegiance.

It was a welcoming ceremony.

They are to hand over the reign of Azeroth to the imminent fraudster Kil-Gardan, and behind them in the city of Sulamar, where the demons of infighting have set the city on fire, and the innocent civilians of the Children of the Night are shivering and hiding in their homes, lest this mad war take upon the fish.

And farther away, farther in the night sky, the Eredar fleet is anchored above the city of Sulama, and the rest of the demon fleets are under the orders of the commanders, heading out all over the world, just waiting for the order of the deceit, and this damn world, which has escaped two destructions, will be destroyed.

And beyond the reach of the stars, beyond the planet Azeroth, there is an even larger demonic fleet waiting for orders...

No matter how you look at it, this time, Azeroth, seems to be doomed.

"He's coming!"

Queen Salorath, who had been paying attention to the energy storm in front of her, spoke, and in the purple and green storm that was entwined in front of everyone's eyes, intertwined with annihilation and destruction, in the open door of stars, a tall, winged figure walked out step by step in the fluttering and shining light.

The flames of destructive energy slapped against his body, but they could only burn outside his skin, completely unable to destroy his powerful body, and that kind of step, step by step, each step would dramatically increase the pressure of everyone in front of them, as if they were not facing a demon, but the embodiment of destruction.

The demon warriors with weapons in their hands followed behind the tall figure and stepped out of the vortex of energy, which was the majesty of the Great Demon, and that was the majesty of the Demon King.

Kil'Gardan stepped out of the storm of energy, his dark red body clad in a suit of armor embellished with skulls and metal, his demonic wings tucked behind his back, and on his Eridar-like cheeks, there was an icy, all-controlling glow, his two tentacles hanging down his cheeks with golden rings on them, his tail flicking in the air, a flash of fire in the air behind him.

The eyes of the fraudsters are full of pride and indifference.

He deserves such pride and indifference, he is the king of demons, he commands the entire Burning Legion, his roar is enough to make the stars tremble, and his will is enough to make the sun extinguish.

The world should tremble before him, it should tremble, because, destruction, has come!

"Welcome, fraudster!"

The Eredar Twins stepped forward, the fraudster's most trusted subordinate kneeling on one knee on the shattered platform, the Lady of Shadows holding a pale shield in her hand, the surface of Agrama's shield dancing with a dull cold light, and her sister Oreses holding a crystal gem like an eye in her hand.

It was a blue gem, and there were mysterious Titan runes floating on it, and every minute and every second, the luster of the runes would dissipate, and then it would be restored in the flow of time, just close to it, you would feel the clear touch of the flow of time, Oreses held this last pillar of creation, she could not use it as a demon, but the power acted on the fingers of the Flame Maiden, making her fingers also change.

One moment it was still a complete finger, the next moment, the flesh on that finger will all wither, turning into white bones, and the white bones will also be annihilated in time, like ashes, scattered in the wind, and then reverse the process, so that the disappeared finger can be restored again.

There was no pain, as if it were all an illusion, but it wasn't...

That's a real time jam happening.

This crystal gem is a strange thing condensed by the power of Almansur, the king of the pantheon, and can control the flow of time.

Eye of Almansour!

"Good, good!"

The fraudster's fingers touched the crystal, and he felt the awe-inspiring energy pulsing on the gem, but instead of pocketing it, he turned his head to look at the others.

Under Kil'Gardan's gaze, Banazar stepped forward and knelt on one knee, holding a pure white crystal in his hand, which didn't seem to have any special effect, but it was the creation treasure of the world spirit of Azeroth, the Tears of Elune.

In his hand, Tikdios holds the hammer of Kazgros, which was first discovered, and can manipulate the power of the earth.

Tyranna, the queen of the spider who had made a big mistake, was a little afraid of Kil'Gardan's gaze, but she also held in her hands two broken dark blue stones, the creation of the wonder of Gogonas the Angry Drinker, the Stone of the Tides, a sacred object that could manipulate the sea and the sky.

The demons dedicated the five Pillars of Creation to the Dark Titan, representing that the Dark Titan's expectations had finally been fulfilled, and that the fraudsters did not need to worry about rebuke from the Dark Titan.

This made Kil'Gardan's mood happy.

A smile finally appeared on the archdemon's cold face.

The ruler of Sulama City, the archmage Elisander, saw the indescribably powerful demon king smile, and the discerning politician took the opportunity to step forward, and this high-class elf with a magical crown and dressed himself very decently and gracefully stretched out his hands, and in the midst of the surge of magic power, a slightly strange battle axe appeared in her hand.

It was a battle axe made of bone, seemingly composed entirely of bone, with demonic skulls dotted on the blade of the bone, and the red runes added a touch of hideousness and murder to the cold and evil weapon.

"The Great and Venerable Demon King."

The Grand Magus said respectfully:

"This is your weapon, when Lady Auresus brought it back, it was damaged, we repaired and strengthened it with magic, evoked it in a new form, I hope this will be a testament to the deference and obedience of the entire Surama and the Children of the Night Elves to you and the Burning Legion, we return it to you, and we dedicate our loyalty to you."

"Oh, Cursed Throat."

The deceitr looked at the bone battle axe, his demonic claws outstretched, stroking at the evil weapon that had been transformed into a more powerful gesture, and he showed no emotion at Elisander's obedience.

This is normal, Kil'Gardan has destroyed countless civilizations, and has also accepted the surrender of countless civilizations, just the begging of a weak race in the world of Azeroth is not enough for him to have any psychological fluctuations.

Kil'gardan's gaze fell on Casanatyr the Quieter, who had been tied up and thrown to the ground, and the mortally wounded and dying Dreadlord was staring at him with a vicious gaze, as if he were provocative.

Kilgardan let out a chuckle as he grabbed the bone tomahawk from Elisander's hand, moving his neck and shoulders and his recurved legs forward, and finally, the archdemon with the tomahawk came to the defeated Kasanatir, who looked at the loser condescendingly, and asked:

"Tell me, Casanatyr, did you ever think you'd fall into this situation when you tried to overthrow my throne?"

"Don't show off! Kilgardan! ”

Even when he fell into this field, Casanatyr did not show any expression of fear, he lay in a pool of blood, and his pale face stained with blood showed a look of disdain, like a tiger falling into the sea, even when he was about to be drowned, he still stubbornly retained his pride, and he said in a gloomy voice:

"You're just lucky!"

The gaze of the First Lord of Nasrezm tread behind the fraudster, and he stared at Banazar and Tikdios with an almost murderous gaze, and he shouted:

"I don't know anyone! I was blind to let me fall into this field, but you don't want me to give in, kill me now! Kilgardan..."

"Isn't it easy to die?"

A fierce glint flashed in the fraudster's eyes, his demonic claws darting on the surface of the cursed throat, and he snorted as he looked at the defeated dog in front of him:

"But I won't let you die so easily! Your poor failure, Casanatyr, will be the best proof of my power, and the destruction of Azeroth, carried out by me myself, will strengthen my throne! ”

"I will set your head at the very top of the throne, and every day, your miserable wail will remind those dishonest bastards of what it is to dare to betray me!"

The deceit lifted the bone axe with one hand, and the demon's arm wrapped around the fire of evil energy wrapped around the battle axe in his hand like a stream of water, making it even more lethal.

"The burning crusade is coming to an end, the fall of Azeroth will bring Sargeras's journey to a close, and the wail you send out with this world is the best loot I will ever reap! This is the end of your disgusting life, Casanatyr, you have lost..."

"I... Win! ”

"Wow"

The whistling tomahawk slid down, and the sound of splitting the air made all the demons feel cold in their necks, but just as the axe was about to cut off Kasanatir's head, a slightly gloomy, but somewhat joyful voice sounded on the platform in the deepest part of Sulama City, accompanied by a sudden cold wind.

It appeared so suddenly... The tomahawks that had been swung by the fraudsters stopped in the air at this moment, less than 10 centimeters away from Casanatyr's head.

"Yo, is there a welcome party here?"

In the hole of the dark blue rift of the dead realm, the great lord Tyrion, wearing the armor of the dark dragon and holding a black heavy sword, walked out, and the power of death on his body was like an endless mist, in the mighty spread, freezing all the energy storms beating around the dark night well at this moment, and even the star gate leading to Argus was completely closed by the cold power at this moment.

The way home... Sealed!

And beneath that spiky crown, in the ice blue eyes of the Great Lord, there was undisguised joy.

"Why don't you call me?"

The heavy sword in Tyrion's hand made a low noise against the platform of the Night Well, and the Dead Monarch looked at the back of the deceitful and said:

"Although this is the first time we have met, believe me, Your Excellency Kil'Gardan, you and I have been friends for a long time..."

"You came to my world in such a hurry, how could I, as the host, not attend this welcoming ceremony?"

"Ahh

The appearance of the Spoiler made the demon warlords who had followed the deceits around the Well of Night sense a threat, and these brave and brutal high-ranking demons raised their weapons at the same time and pounced on the High Lord.

But in the next moment, dozens of Grim Reapers, holding black war scythes, flew out from the shadows behind the Great Lord, and in the fluttering of the Grim Reaper flying in the sky, the war scythes that went straight into the soul frantically slashed through the bodies of those high-level demons, splitting their souls and taking them away, and the strong negative energy froze their bodies, completely freezing them on this platform.

In just an instant, more than a dozen demonic generals who pounced on the Great Lord smashed to the ground silently, the light of anger and ferocity still lingering in their eyes, but their chaotic and pathetic fire of life had been suddenly extinguished.

"Interrupt someone else casually and ruin my grand debut!"

The Great Lord's face became gloomy:

"It's rude!"

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