The huge magical mecha was finally broken, and the Ereda Warlock who controlled the mecha finally crawled out. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, although the warlock was embarrassed, his eyes were still shining at Lothar: "Are you human?" Sure enough, it's a race full of possibilities. ”

He began to cough violently, blood foaming all over his octopus-clawed beard.

"You defeated me - I, Rakish, admit my defeat. However, the battle has only just begun! ”

The warlock, nicknamed "The Butcher", began to accumulate all the evil energy and shadow energy in his body, and this energy was so violent that it directly took Lothar and Drunken Wind aside.

"With all my energy, I would like to call for your coming!"

"Orc Warlock, take control of this power, summon you, Kil'Gardan!"

A huge ball of energy flew towards the Dark Temple, directly lighting up the huge teleportation circle on the three-story open-air platform.

Lakish walked towards the Dark Temple, and as the negative energy was withdrawn, the red on his body gradually became lighter - more and more like a Draenei.

The holy light flashed, and Veron, who had been dispersing evil energy on the battlefield from a distance, rushed to the side of the Ereda Warlock.

"Holy Word: Punishment!" The Prophet Velun waved his staff and froze Rakish in place, "Kid, who the hell are you?!" ”

"Hahaha, old man! Seeing I'm dying, you're finally showing up? Rakish's beard fluttered wildly with his laughter, "I am the butcher, the nightmare that chases your countless worlds!" ”

"Kid! Your real name! What's your real name? Prophet Velon's eyes widened, as if trying to reconcile the figure of the warlock in front of him with the child in his memory.

"I'm Rakish! The great Kilgardan gave me this name! It also indicates that I will slaughter you traitors! Lakish, who had been overdrawn with energy, shriveled to the ground, his eyes gradually losing focus, "It's a pity that I didn't see the pomp and circumstance of the arrival of Kilgadan Pavilion, it's a pity that ......"

Velen stepped forward, picked up the dead Lakish, and began to cry silently.

Drunken Wind and Lothar gathered around in embarrassment, looking at the weeping Prophet in confusion.

"Once upon a time, when I was still in my hometown of Argus, I had a son." Veron quietly looked at the Warlock in his arms, "When my son was born, I prophesied that I would cry with an Ereda Warlock in my arms like this. ”

"Later, when Sargeras came to Argus to recruit my people, I was reluctant to join the demons and chose to leave, and in the process of riding the spaceship, I lost my son."

"But I am a prophet, and I need to show the way for the Draenei, and I cannot dwell on the sorrows of the past. So I could only endure the pain in silence, and I could only choose to tell the Light about my thoughts about my son when no one was around. ”

"But I really didn't expect that the prophecy was that my son would die in front of me, Kilgardan! My son is not called Rakish, he shouldn't be a butcher! ”

"Why! Ten thousand years later, I saw my son, but he had fallen into a demon and would not give me a chance to purify him! ”

"Hahahaha! Veron, my old friend, the great 'prophet', even if he knew his fate, what could he do? Your end is doomed! Kil'Gardan's voice came from the teleportation circle, his tone full of pleasure - the fraudster, despite his great power, clearly enjoyed the victory of deception and exploitation.

Drunken Wind was already stunned, the legion had not yet returned when he crossed, and he didn't know that Velon's son had died in 7.0, and Drunken Wind at this time thought that it was his butterfly effect that brought such a tragedy to the prophet Velon.

Looking at the grief-stricken Prophet, Drunken Wind really couldn't find a prophecy to comfort the great pacifist, and he didn't even notice Kil'Gardan's voice.

"Go on, I'd like to be alone for a while." Instead of looking at Drunken Wind and Lothar, and not responding to Kil'Gardan's taunts, Veren quietly picked up Rakish's body and walked back slowly.

As the battle continues, Drunken Wind and Lothar finally notice the huge teleportation circle, which will summon the arrival of Kil'Gardan. Once the deceitful does descend into this world, I am afraid that not only will the expeditionary coalition be defeated, but I am afraid that the demons will continue to go to Azeroth through the Dark Gate!

"Lothar, you cover for me, I'll fly up with my rocket belt to try to shut down that damn teleportation circle!" As he spoke, Drunken Wind pulled out the words of the mist, "I'll try to see if I can summon the arrival of the White Tiger Heavenly God in this world." ”

"I'll do it! I'm still a little stronger than you. Lothar grabbed Drunken Wind and untied his belt, "Tell me how to use this thing, it shouldn't be complicated, right?" ”

Drunken Wind awkwardly pulls his pants and tries to convince Lothar to give her belt back. But Lothar is determined to take matters into his own hands, and Drunken Wind can only tell him how to use the Rocket Belt.

"It doesn't sound complicated." Lothar belted, "It's just a little too fat." ”

Drunken Wind wrapped the Misty Whisper back around his waist and cast an elemental clone.

The four clones were firing on fire, opening a path for Lothar while the demon leaders of the Burning Legion were entangled.

Swept by the flames and the wind, Lothar and Drunken Wind made their way to the halls of the Dark Temple.

"Take care!"

Lothar pressed the button on her belt.

Accompanied by the familiar light of fire and music, Lothar managed to fly to the third floor platform of the Dark Temple, and confronted Naozu, who was presiding over the summoning circle!

On the other side, Velen finally walked to the rear of the battle line.

Venucci greeted him: "Grandpa Veron, what's wrong with you?" ”

Looking at Venucci with a worried face, the prophet Velun reluctantly performed a mantra tenacity: "Son, let grandpa be quiet for a while, grandpa has just lost his son. ”

Looking at the lost Veron, Venucci puffed out his face, but still couldn't say a word of comfort - because Grandpa Veron said that he needed to be quiet for a while.

But the little guy really couldn't sit still, he couldn't imagine that strong grandfather would actually show a lost expression, at this time, the holy light on Wei Lun's body was extremely dim.

Finally, Venucci made up his mind and called out to the sky to Onexia: "Sister Onexia! ”

At this time, the Black Dragon Legion basically cleared the enemy in the sky and defeated the Demon of Destruction, and Onexia, who was patrolling around, heard Venucci's call and fell to the ground and changed back into human form: "What's wrong, little one?" ”