Sulama, Temple of the Moon God.

Tyrande tenderly caressed Malfurion's face, calling his name in his ear.

"Malfurion—"

Like the corpse of a seated monk, the druid was motionless, only a faint breath to prove that he was still alive.

Tyrande tried to feed Malfurion, but his body was weak and unresponsive. She didn't dare to drip water down his throat for fear of choking him and suffocating him.

Tyrande suspected that Malfurion was in trouble destroying the spell shield. Perhaps his spirit had died in this operation.

The thought of losing Malfurion, the stress and pain was unprecedented for Tyrande. Even Illidan's dangerous mission had never worried her so much. Sure, she was worried about Illidan, too, but that worry was different from what she was right now.

She put her hand on his cheek, and the priestess had thought more than once, Malfurion...... Come back to me.

But he still didn't wake up.

"Don't worry too much!" Crassus comforted the priestess and said, "He seems to have been suddenly isolated and imprisoned by some force, let me try again, maybe there will be a turnaround." ”

Although the future Grand Druid in 'History' managed to break the imprisoned barrier of the Well of Eternity, the current development of events has long since deviated from the trajectory of Crassus's memory, and he cannot guarantee that Malfurion will survive safely.

However, it is always necessary to try before you get results. Isn't it?

Crassus calmed down and let his spirit enter the Emerald Dream again......

"Boom!"

'Hell' collided with the Juggernaut Sword, a barrage of sparks sliding as the two weapons slided. The palace was surrounded by spells, and Karl could no longer roam as much as he had before, and Manolos had clearly calculated everything.

The Abyss Lord's weapons were covered in scratches, but nothing more.

Karl glanced in amazement at the twin-pointed blade that Manolos called 'Hell', the favorite weapon of the Abyss Lords, and it seemed that the material of 'Hell' was also extraordinary.

"Ha~Ha~Ha~"

Manolos laughed triumphantly, satisfied with the success of his plan. Carl, who could fly, had almost choked his internal wounds, and now, the nasty creature could no longer escape his range, and it was fair that he could finally fight hard.

Raised the 'hell' in his hand.

"This is a weapon that Lord Sargeras himself created for me, and you should be honored to be able to die under his blade! Carl Ayr. ”

"Really?"

Carl was stunned.

If Manolos knew that one day in the future, a guy named Grom would split his proud 'Hell' in two with an axe made of mortals, and the mighty Abyss Lord would even die as a result, I wonder if he would have laughed.

"No matter how powerful a weapon is, if there is no person who has the strength to match it, it is destined to be a pearl in the dust."

Karl picked up the Juggernaut Sword and beckoned it to Manolos, "Since they are all Titan-made weapons, let's try them!" Manolos - Death by the sword of the Lord will not dishonor you!! ”

"Come on, then!"

Manolos slashed the 'Hell' downward, and the Juggernaut Sword slid diagonally away with a sonorous sound.

Manolos the Destroyer is indeed worthy of being the vanguard commander of the Burning Legion, except for Deathwing, Karl has never encountered an opponent with comparable strength, even Grull, the king of Golon, with Karl's current strength, it will not take much effort to defeat him.

The sword of domination sliced into the ground, and the solid palace floor was dragged through a long gap. Manolos took the opportunity to lean forward, and 'Hell' circled in the hands of the Abyss Lord, slashing at Karl's head.

Karl's body seemed to be pulled by a force, and he instantly retreated, and at the same time raised the sword of domination upward, blocking the falling abyssal blade, feeling the vibration from his hand, Karl held the sword of domination to open the distance between him and Manolos.

The experienced Manolos naturally did not dare to let Carl get away, and with the help of the wind with his wings flapping, Manolos followed Carl closely with heavy steps, and the 'Hell' in his hand also continued to emit evil magic.

"You can't escape! Carl Ayr! ”

The Abyss Lord was very satisfied with his initiative, and the awe-inspiring gazes of the upper elven mages who were nervously watching the battle made Manolos even more proud of his achievements.

'Hell' drew an illusion and stabbed at Karl from a strange angle, and Karl smiled wickedly, and in Manolos' surprised gaze, he suddenly let go of the Sword of Juggernaut.

The Abyssal Blade slammed into the ground, sending countless pieces of rubble up in splatters.

Manolos' face turned cold: in the face of himself, he dared to throw away his weapon, then don't blame himself for being unkind.

One of the main goals had been achieved, Manolos had no idea of letting the two duel 'fairly' again, and in fact, as the commander of the Burning Legion, who could be called the Destroyer, Manolos scoffed at the so-called glory - those who called glory is my life, all rotted in the dirt along with their glory.

Ready to unleash 'Hell' to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy, but 'Hell' doesn't move. The Abyss Lord glared at Karl, green flames burning in his eyes, who were clutching his weapon tightly.

"Nice idea! But there's no point—"

The Abyss Lord laughed and began to exert force in his hand.

Karl looked at Manolos with a calm expression, his hands gripping the handle of the Abyssal Blade, and 'Hell' continued to shake under the pull of the two great forces. The ground beneath their feet began to crack, spreading like cobwebs.

"Hah!"

With a deafening roar, the muscles of Carl's arm bulged, and the light energy in his body filled every cell like an activated electric current.

Suddenly, Karl descended like a god, and in the stunned eyes of the upper elven mages, the huge body of the Abyss Lord was lifted up by Carl, and then fell to the ground fiercely.

"Boom!"

The whole palace trembled violently, and some of the stones on the top of the palace were also shaken loose and fell down in a slump, and the upper elf mages fled to the side in embarrassment, Harvey's eyes flickered, and the energy of magic flickered in his hands.

"Bang!"

Like a raging warrior, Karl once again lifted Manolos, who had not released his weapon, and threw him out, smashing a large hole in the walls of the palace.

Manolos' angry roar came from the dust, and an arrow-like figure suddenly pierced through the smoke, followed by a loud crash.

The upper elves stared at the smoke in horror, as if trying to see through the battle.

Manolos' massive body suddenly flew out of the smoke, and the elven mages suddenly became a mess, reflexively using flash spells, but they collided with the other mages and fell into a heap. The Abyss Lord slammed into the walls of the palace, and the palace was not shaking overwhelmingly, and if it weren't for the defense of the barrier cast by the mage, the mages had no doubt that this magnificent palace must have been torn down into ruins by two violent guys.

"Ah~!"

Manolos roared with a shocking rage, letting go of 'Hell' with one hand, catching Karl's punch to his neck, and holding the Abyssal Blade in his right hand and slashing upward, but nothing hit.

Karl's figure had already appeared on his flank.

The Abyss Lord felt that something was wrong, and his wings quickly tightened inward, but it was obviously a little late.

Carl's fist of hundreds of tons of strength had already slammed into the root of the Abyss Lord's wings. Manolos raised his head to the sky and let out a howl of pain, the winged creatures, the roots of the wings were one of their very weak points, just like people were injured to ten fingers, the feeling of pain in the heart, even Manolos could not bear it calmly. (To be continued.) )