Originally, the rubble and dust like a huge wave had swept the heavens and the earth, turning into a gray haze where the blood-red and blue skies met. The person standing on the ground is completely obscured from light and vision. Then, in the gray waves that covered the sky, the roar passed through the boiling and flying dust waves, crossed the constraints of space and distance, and completely resounded between heaven and earth.

It was such a vast roar, like a cold east wind, but when it sounded like the roar of a mountain collapsing, even if hundreds of bronze bells rang together, it was impossible to create such a spirit. The thunderbolt from beyond the sky tore through the sky and smashed straight into the ground, then lifted the land and mountains...... If that happens, and then amplify the sound a hundredfold, maybe it's just that kind of roar.

At that moment, mortals standing on the ground will feel the scene of the end of the world, the collapse of heaven and earth. Even if they tried their best, they could only hold back and kneel without trembling, barely allowing fear to directly take over their minds. Some people even think that the huge waves of sand and gravel that the earth crashes in, and the huge shadows that cover the sky, are clearly created by the roar.

Even if they were so far away, even if Lu Xi and Hurricane were already transcendents who had stepped into the legend and could face the true god directly, and they were still on defense, they still felt that their voices had turned into a storm, blowing their faces and ears hurt.

As for the bloodthirsty king in the sky, it was also the three demon dragons, and they directly suffered the direct attack of the spirit power condensed by the roar. However, I saw that there were waves and ripples on the surface of the lake in the void, spreading out one after another, as if a boulder had been thrown into the originally calm water, and there would never be any more peace in the past. Between each ripple, there seemed to be an endless amount of spatial oscillations, as well as air turbulence as sharp as a sword blade. The average person, even if they just approached, was likely to be completely torn to shreds in an instant.

Then, the ripples in those spaces were circled and circled, completely bombarding the bodies of the three demon dragons. The moment the fluctuating and thick dragon scales touched, it seemed that the body of the demon dragon was subtly deformed, as if the hammer was continuously hitting the iron, and the trembling impact sound "clanged" and exploded, making people dizzy. The Bloodthirsty King lost his balance in the air on the spot, like a large bird that had been hit by a projectile on the spot, and he quickly flapped his wings to try to resume flying. However, the successive blows he had received before were still there after all, and his entire body seemed to be poured into lead, and for a while it looked extremely clumsy.

"The power of this roar, the power of this roar that even the actions of the true gods can interfere with, is the true ancient species! But...... No way, you're already extinct! Your fate is over. ”

"But no, Beamon is not extinct, and the ancient Beamon is not dead." Lu Xi smiled and said, "You feel that you have destroyed this golden bloodline and taken their fate. But is that really the case? You may have devoured a little bit of the vitality of the dead Beamons, but in the realm and rules of the Godhead, whether there has been any improvement or progress, are you really not counting at all? ”

Parkens didn't answer, and of course Lu Xi automatically plugged his brain into the idiom.

"You don't want to answer, do you? It's because you worked hard and paid so much to destroy the rest of Beamon, but you didn't get the desired return, did you? You don't want to admit your mistakes because you're God, aren't you? Lu Xi said.

The Bloodthirsty King whispered a sigh of rage, the urge to kill and bloodlust brewing into anger in his chest, slowly eating away at his sanity. What a rage it was, it set his chest on fire, and the pain of the flame burned so much that the gods couldn't bear it, and they wanted to vent, they wanted to rage, they wanted to ...... Uh, wait, the tearing and burning pain is real! It's not an adjective.

I don't know when, Murro Thunder's roar was hanging on Parkens' body. In comparison with the behemoth bodies of the three demon dragons, he was indeed as small as an ant. However, this "mole ant", this "mole ant" that I thought was dead, opened its own worm mouth and frantically hurt itself.

Pale flames seeped into the dragon's wounds, igniting the Bloodthirsty King's muscles and veins directly beneath the pitch-black scales. In the crevices of the scales, which were a little darker than the deepest night, a cold pale light flickered in between, and it was obviously a burning flame, but it flowed like a river in the demon god's body...... No, it shouldn't be a river, it's a flash torrent. Wherever the burning flame flood flowed, even the muscles belonging to the god's body were reduced to nothingness under the action of the cold flames, as if they had fallen into chaos in an instant.

"Mole ants! Despicable ants! "The anger shown by the Bloodthirsty King at this moment is far greater than when he was attacked by Beamon. His obsession with survival is so strong that he can turn and flee without hesitation in the face of strong enemies, ignore the insults and ridicules of his opponents, and even temporarily forget the pain of the injuries he has received. However, after all, he is a true God, and he cannot tolerate being hurt by his former "people", or being attacked again and again by what he sees as ants and cannon fodder.

What's more, when these ants attack themselves, they show such determination and even madness. They seem to have everything in their minds, their own destiny, the future of their race, all in the present moment.

The Bloodthirsty King is truly out of wrath.

I harvest the power of faith from you, and I share my fate with you as the patron saint of your race, don't you have a very pleasant experience of cooperation? Why do you hate me so much! You ungrateful ants!

However, the Bloodthirsty King is also truly free from fear.

The younger brothers shouted and shouted to themselves like this, he really felt that he was actually quite a failure as a god; What's more, when he and the orc made eye contact, he suddenly shuddered...... He thought of the time, when countless mortals were raising their banners and rebelling against the great, almost immortal lord of his time. It was a magnificent and sad time!

Yes, I remembered. Parkens said to himself. He finally remembered when he had seen that look. The King of the Titans, when he single-handedly fought against his lord, Ragbar, the god of tyranny and servitude, showed such a look.

That Titan King is so powerful, although he is not an immortal god, but he is also used for a strong strength and realm that can fight against the true gods. However, that legendary power is only by the standards of "mortals". In front of Ragbar, who is known as one of the three demon kings, he still has no chance of victory.

However, with a smile and a look in his eyes, he took out the Eye of Iosius and lifted it high in the kingdom of God in Ragbal, as if he had lifted a sun. His eyes were full of remembrance, determination, relief, and horror to all those who witnessed it at the time...... Wish!

Wish! Do you think that only in my absence can the orcs and Orgrimmar have hope? One of the heads of the three demon dragons lifted its neck slightly, and the orc old sword saint on his chest looked at each other, and asked such a question with his eyes.

"The future of Orgrimmar? Aha, such a big thing, we martial artists who only have brute force don't know. I've just been upset with you for a long time. I have cultivated this strength by myself, and it has nothing to do with you, so why should I grovel to you? I don't really know what the future holds, but without you, it wouldn't be worse than it is now. The old sword master laughed, revealing a mouthful of scorched teeth, but blood oozed from them. However, his smile was brighter than ever.

The flow of divine power made a loud sound like the tide of the sea, and it poured out above the body of the demon dragon, and in an instant, it covered the pale flames inside his wound, and completely enveloped the Murro Thunder Roar directly in it. The power of the Bloodthirsty King seemed to turn into a poisonous mist that could corrupt bones and souls, and the old swordmaster's body quickly melted away as if it had been thrown into boiling water. And his own vitality had been completely cut off before that.

"The last Juggernaut of the orcs ended in this way!" Lu Xi sighed faintly. It is not only for the death of this old sword saint who should have reached the age of teasing Sun, but also for his existence.

However, the Abyss Demon Sword was still firmly rooted in the chest of the three demon dragons, and it was not affected by the divine power in the slightest.

At this time, the Bloodthirsty King may have understood the concept of "maggots of tarsal bones", but before he could pull out the weapon inserted in his chest, the real master had finally arrived. But he saw a figure leap out of the haze formed by the gray rubble boulder, and like a meteorite falling, it slammed towards Parkens with such determination. The speed of the fall was so fast that in the blink of an eye, the small black dot that appeared from the edge of the sky had already revealed its complete form in everyone's sight.

Surrounded by snow-white Behemoth, its fur seemed to be completely unaffected by the billowing smoke, and its hair was still shiny silver, as if it were snow reflecting in the sun. His size doesn't seem huge, but it's actually compared to the three demon dragons that are more than 100 meters long; But in fact, in proportion, this animal can stand upright, roar, move and leap, like a great ape. In fact, it is also a behemoth with a height of at least 30 meters.

Now, the super-large "ape" has waved its long arms and giant palms that can crack mountains and rocks, and unfolded those sharp claws, like a sharp razor that has spread several handles of several meters, leaping ...... Or rather, it happened to "land" in front of the three demon dragons.

It is true that Beamon cannot fly, but if he reaches the ancient species, his physical functions can no longer be described by common sense. Don't look at these guys, all of them are as big as a mountain, but they can bounce up hundreds of meters in one jump, and they can leap several kilometers in one jump. We all know how much the kinetic energy and destructive power of an object weighing more than 100 tons will increase when it crosses a parabola in the sky in such a catapult manner...... Of course, Beamon himself can use his spell-like ability to make himself gain a floating state like a feather falling technique at the moment he lands, and he has landed calmly in a stable posture. But in the same way, they can also smash a large pit with a radius of hundreds of kilometers on the ground without changing their faces, creating a terrain environment as if they have been washed by mushroom eggs, and then crawl out of the pit as if nothing happened, and continue to move forward.

In the past, there have been examples of Beamon using his body as a cannonball to directly raze hostile cities and fortresses on the spot.

Now, such an ancient breed of Beamon, who had been holding back his anger for tens of thousands of years, turned his body into a cannonball and blasted at the Bloodthirsty King.

Before Pakens could react, he had already bumped into himself.

It is not certain whether the true God of the dignified world is broken at this moment. However, the vibration sound that sounded at that moment seemed to be no less fluctuating than the scene of the earth crashing just now, at least the controversy and tremors that rippled in the air had even formed a circle of shock wave shapes.

The dragon of the three songs finally lost its balance. It was as if he had been knocked out of breath, and his wings drooped like this, and he could no longer maintain his body in the air, so he fell to the ground on the spot, and the magic sword was still stuck in his chest.

This is certainly not the end. At the same moment, another Beamon, with the same snow-white fur, was already standing on the ground, watching the black dragon that had fallen towards the ground, and it was engrossed in a gesture that was ready to rush up and grab at any moment.

The ancient Beamon was so earnest, so selfless, that he didn't seem to notice the two whispering humans not far from him.

"So, that's your hole card?" The wind looked at the snow-white giant beast in amazement, and the curious but unguarded eyes were not so much looking at a supernatural person with a golden bloodline, but at some rare animal that should have been extinct.

"Men can't talk about hole cards, but it's one of the cards I have ready." Lu Xidao.

"It seems that during my absence, you have lived a really fulfilling life!" Wind Channel.

"No, it's just a coincidence." Lu Xi showed a little modesty in an insincere attitude, and then said: "Then, this place will be handed over to Miss Angel and these two big men for the time being, shall we...... Hey, that Khan over there, where do you want to go? We're not done yet. ”