"Bang!"

The sound of the fist slamming into the body made the scalps of the remaining soldiers tingle, and one of the unstoppable and unstoppable leaders of the Burning Legion, the mighty polluter Akmund, flew out like a ball. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Before he could hit the ground, Karl appeared behind Akmund like a bolt of lightning, his leg chopping off like an axe. A trail of green demonic blood fell from the sky, and Akmund crashed like a meteor to the Well of Eternity.

"This punch is Onexia's ......"

Karl suddenly appeared underneath and landed an uppercut that sent Akmund back into the air.

"This punch is Ishara's ......"

The elves' eyes widened, even Malfurion and Tyrande.

"This punch is Lao Lu's ......"

“…… Avina's ......"

“…… Akamagan's ......"

“……”

Akmund has been reduced to a pitiful punching bag, if it weren't for the abnormal Karl who only cares about venting the anger in his heart, has completely forgotten his own creed of killing enemies, and does not attack seriously, even with the body of the archdemon of Akmund, I am afraid that he would have been beaten up long ago.

No other native of Azeroth had taught the Burning Legion that it was not invincible, and Cal simply vented his hatred for Akmund.

Onexia was 'killed' by Akmund, and Karl himself had no choice but to crave the dragon's soul into his chest, sucking the energy of the furious Well of Eternity into his body. While gaining immense strength, each of Carl's cells was filled with a furious energy, and they exploded from within, destroying faster than it could regenerate.

If Carl calms down and observes, he will find that his body looks like fireworks are being set off at this moment.

"This punch is ......"

Karl had read all the names he knew, and there were no other names he knew.

“…… Whoever the hell is ......?"

Akmund felt as if he had passed out, without the slightest resistance. The bronze armor on the Polluter's upper body had long since been shattered, revealing blue-gray skin covered in the marks of Karl's fist.

Draining the anger from his chest, Carl seemed to remember that he should finish him off.

"Give me back my baby!"

Deathwing roared and stopped Cal. The Black Dragon King's body was like a beggar covered with pus, and what flowed out was not pus, but bursts of hot magma. His huge, muscular body was covered with terrifying cracks, as if it was about to collapse at any moment.

However, Deathwing's eyes were still filled with anger and determination. Perhaps for it, the dragon's soul was his life.

Roaring and crashing into Cal, a sulphur-filled breath rolled towards Cal. The dragon soul in his chest shone with a light that people didn't dare to look at directly, and the dragon legions and coalition knights covered their eyes and even turned their backs.

Deathwing was unaffected, steel-forged dragon claws grabbing at Cal from behind the flames of the dragon's breath.

Deathwing ......

Karl exhaled violently, and the extremely cold cold air and the blazing dragon's breath merged, and the air seemed to suddenly evaporate into a large thick white mist, and raindrops the size of beans poured down from the clouds, even mixed with some frozen ice bombs.

"Boom!"

With a slam of punch on the oncoming dragon's claws, Carl and Deathwing retreated almost simultaneously. The two who quickly stabilized their bodies flashed fierce looks in their eyes and rushed towards each other again.

Demons poured towards Brooks, trying to kill the orc who dared to break into the army.

"Give it all to me!"

Brooks roared loudly, slashing at the demons that were approaching him, kicking away the arm of the demon he had chopped off. He had already killed a lot of demons, and the corpses were piling up at his feet. The gray-haired orc warrior was drenched in his own blood, but he felt filled with a power he hadn't had in years.

Blox's arms were alone, a chaotic force of rage surrounding him, and the madness of the Burning Legion was in the air. There seems to be no ground here, no sky, just a raging swirl of colors and unruly energy. If it weren't for the preoccupation with their opponents, the orcs would have been driven crazy by now.

Behind him, the portal burst into flames, filled with evil power. The green flames danced like demons, and the Burning Legion rushed like moths towards the flaming entrance.

Brooks also thought he would be knocked down shortly after entering the portal, but in fact not only did he not die, but he also prevented a large group of demons from approaching the entrance.

The old orc warrior didn't know how long he would last, but he hoped he could hold out until the portal was destroyed, which was signaled by its violent shaking and cracked stone pillars.

The Oak Axe with the Blessing of the King of the Forest gives him a certain advantage, which Blox takes full advantage of. But if he is exhausted and lacks physical strength, no amount of weapons can kill the enemy.

Sensing a dark shadow moving on his right, Brooks instinctively turned sideways to the black shadow—

Immediately after, the orcs were hit by a powerful force in succession, and the strength of the demon army in front of them was nothing compared to it. One of Blox's shoulders had cracked, and he felt several ribs break and fall into his stomach. A sharp heart-rending pain spread throughout his body.

He struggled to his feet, but the veteran was then knocked down again. His legs had been crushed and the right side of his chin had been broken. Brocks tasted his own blood, a taste he was no stranger to. One of his eyes was dark and he couldn't open it, and he still clutched his tomahawk tightly in one hand.

With the last of his strength, Blox slashed forward, hoping to hit his attacking foe.

The axe blade struck something with a loud thud, and Blox's heart was filled with hope. But then there was a scream that made the mortally wounded orc realize that he had hit only a hellbeast that was eager to pounce on him.

It's a pity......

At this moment, there was a rumbling sound from the other side, which was eerie and terrifying, and it roared in his ears without the slightest pity. A huge dark shadow loomed over the orc.

With such a strong will to fight, it is a waste of talent to exist in such a world......

Bloxs let out a roar and struggled to sit up straight. The tomahawk spun and flew out of his hand.

This time, he knew it wasn't the hellbeast he had hit.

Then there was an earth-shattering roar, and the orc's eardrums were shattered. Through an eye that could still be opened, Brooks saw a gigantic figure with horns on his head, a black armor made of molten metal, his hair and beard thick like dancing flames. The orc couldn't make out the giant's face, but he could feel that the demon was both perfect and terrifying.

At this moment, the giant raised one arm and held a long sword with evil aura in his hand, the first half of the blade had been broken, and the rest of the blade was jagged, but there was a terrifying aura from it, so that the old orc understood that this broken weapon was still full of enemy blood.

Now, will I be next......

Then the orcs opened their mouths full of broken teeth and sang a lament of death.

The jagged blade pierced the orc's body in one fell swoop, piercing his back. Brooks' body shook violently a few times, and the light in his eyes slowly dimmed. The oak axe slipped from his feeble hand.

The orc let out a sigh of contentment, finally able to see his old friend...... (To be continued.) )