"I think this territory will be your burial ground. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Locke raised the Golden Loss in his hand, after devouring Elune's Tears, his damage was increased by 10%, which is a permanent state, plus the strength of the legendary peak, he is not afraid of any demigod at all, let alone a small pursuer.

"Death withers." Locke whispered.

Patches of inky black dots appeared on the ground, which would devour the life force of living beings, and these dots were very powerful after Locke reached the peak of the legend.

The first thing that felt something was wrong was the Nightblade Leopard under the crotch of the Night Elves, and they resisted pursuing Locke, because these beasts felt a strong strength from Locke's body, which was the strength of the strong, not to mention the soil on the ground, which was devouring the life force in the Nightblade Leopard's body.

But the sanity in the minds of the Night Elf sentinels had been consumed by anger.

Locke snorted coldly, he didn't charge, not even the act of driving the Nightmare Warhorse, just stood quietly in place and looked at the Night Elf sentry not far away.

They charged, facing Locke, but they soon fell into despair, for they didn't run long, and the nightblade leopard they had relied on for their life fell forever in the dirt.

"Why!"

"My Laxiri! My ......"

"What's wrong with you?"

The land of the withered of death drained all the life force of the Nightblade Leopards, and although these Nightbladed Leopards were fast, they could not rush for long in Locke's Death Withering.

"I'll kill you!" A Night Elf sentry drew a dagger from his waist and charged at Locke, but soon she died in the charge.

"Surrender to the Scourge Legion, this world ......" Locke looked at the Moon Temple not far away, which had fallen into a sea of fire, obviously the Burning Legion had won, and the elves in the Moon Temple had fled.

Locke didn't pay attention to this side at all, as these Night Elf sentinels couldn't run out of Locke's death withering.

"It's different from history, at least the Burning Legion directly defeated the coalition forces of Kadore, and even Akmund hasn't made a move." Locke whispered.

Akmund shifted his body, and he walked towards the World Tree, and every step it took caused a cheer from the demons, and it was clear that Akmund's goal was the World Tree.

The World Tree was about to be toppled, and this honor was not given to any of the demons, all of whom consciously gave this honor to Akmund the Polluter.

Locke looked to his side, the remaining two Night Elf sentries had died in front of Locke, and the Night Elf sentry closest to Locke had already walked in front of Locke and held the Nightmare Warhorse's leg with her hand.

But it has lost its vitality.

"It's ugly, is Elune's worth your life?" Locke pondered for a moment, and said casually, "Since you persevered to the end, I will give you the reward you deserve." ”

"Become Sarein, become my eternal warrior." Locke poured shadow power into Kinloth, and then shot it into the body of the Night Elf sentry closest to Locke.

Soon, she got up from the ground, but the Night Elf Sentinel, who had become a dead man, looked at Locke and said with a cry in his mouth, "Why, why are you torturing me like this?" ”

Locke didn't answer, Locke had heard that many times in the past, he signaled to the sky, and an evil warship appeared in the sky, and Locke then said, "Let's go." ”

An emerald green light shot out of the Evil Battleship, sucking Locke and the Night Elf Sentinels inside.

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There weren't many demons in the Demonic Battleship, and the demon army had been sent to Mount Hyjal not long ago, but Locke was left with only a group of succubi.

Although the succubus is very good-looking, the succubus's very good obedience also made Locke make the decision to keep the succubus, and he walked in front of the night elf sentry: "From now on, everything in your life has nothing to do with you, and your master is only me." ”

"Your name is Feather Wind."

Feather Wind was silent, silent, and when she tasted the blood, she let out a suppressed cry.

Locke didn't keep his eyes on Feather Wind for long, he sent the Evil Battleship flying towards the Eastern Kingdoms, where something big would happen before long.

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Akmund walked towards the World Tree, Nordasil, his eyes full of fanatical expression, 10,000 years ago, this world should have been destroyed, but until now, Azeroth is still alive and well.

This is the shame of the Legion, this shame, which has been boiling in Akmund's body for ten thousand years, and now he will be victorious again, the Cadore coalition has been defeated, and nothing on this planet can hinder the Burning Legion.

The demons let out bursts of cheers, and in the battle just now, countless demons died, but this result in front of them was the result that the demons were very eager for.

"The Burning Legion will win!"

"It's a victory for us."

The battle of the Moon Temple had been going on for hours not long ago, and when the forbidden spell of the Moon Temple was lifted not long ago, the moon disappeared from the sky, revealing its proper time.

It was dusk, and the faint twilight shone on the ridges of Mount Hyjal, and Akmund's bulky body had already walked beside the World Tree Nodashir, and he used all his strength to knock down the tree, and the tree also made a "whoosh" sound.

But at this moment, in the mountains of Mount Hyjal, there was a low trumpet sound, and that was the sound of the druid's horn, just when most demons were very uneasy.

A large number of clawed druids jumped out of the shadows, and they all launched an attack on the demons who were still cheering.

But the demons who attacked suddenly were clearly no match for the druids, and their only hope was Akmund not far away, who had defeated the true gods and could destroy them.

But destined to disappoint them, Akmund did not focus on these clawed druids who suddenly appeared, but instead increased his power to overthrow the World Tree.

The long sound of the flute echoed through the world, and Malfurion used all her strength to blow the horn that Malfurion had taken out of the moonlit glades.

Legend has it that it was given a horn by Cenarius, the king of the forest, and possessed endless magical powers.

The trees of the forest swayed, and soon countless elves flew out of the trees of the Hyjal Mountains, and these elves flew towards Akmund.

But Akmund didn't want to pay any attention to these elves, who were very weak, and Akmund believed that he would destroy a large number of elves with just one stretch of his hand.

"Attacking these elves is a waste of time." Akmund thought.

Malfurion was in despair, he had thought that the Burning Legion would never return to this world, but he did not expect that Akmund would not only return to Azeroth, but also to bring down the hope of this world, Nordasil.

He blew the trumpet with all his might, hoping for a miracle, because the man had told him so.

Soon, the miracle was discovered, and the elves surrounded Akmund and let out a series of self-explosions, which caused the air to distort.

But this was just the beginning, as thousands of elves flew out of the woods to wipe out Akmund from the land.

Akmund quickly panicked, and immediately shouted, "Locke, let your frost dragon clean up these elves!" ”

"Hurry up!"

But this voice is destined to only echo in this sky, in the sky of Mount Hyjal, where will there be the figure of the frost dragon.

Even Locke's figure did not appear, which was also a miscalculation by Akmund, and the long-term depression made Akmund's attention all focused on the World Tree.

Even when Locke ran away didn't know.

Soon, Akmund understood all this: "No, you actually colluded with the Lich King to deceive me!"

The Lich King was planning to rebel, and the news was told to Akmund by the fraudster Kilgardan, who didn't think he was concerned about, after all, the Lich King was a very weak existence, but now, he was actually carrying the Lich King's body.

"Disappear, demon!" Malfurion roared, and he continued to blow the horn in his hand.

The last wave of elves flew out of the woods and flew towards Akmund, near the World Tree Nordasil.

Then a burst of white light flashed. (To be continued.) )