Chapter 292

Ragnarok

Old Tang had the idea of "beating the water dogs", and beckoned Medivan, Illidan and others to besiege Akmund side by side, thinking that even if he couldn't kill the demon leader, he would scrape a layer of skin on the polluter's body, and delay until Mamafario's 10,000-year-old death house to complete the guiding ritual of the wrath of nature.

But Lao Tang forgot that there is still such a thing as "the dog jumps over the wall in a hurry and bites back" in this world.

What's more, this "dog" is not a "wandering wild dog" that can only bark twice, but a "tengu" with the power of devouring the sky and the sun......

"You have completely angered me, pay the price for your stubborn stupidity!"

Akmund, whose finger was cut off, was completely furious this time!

Crippled, this is an absolutely unbearable shame for the invincible him!

A scorching wave of air centered around the polluter's massive body. Suddenly, it came in all directions. Including Old Tang, Hellroar, and Illidan, the three strongmen who fought with Akmund, a qiē creature within a radius of 100 yards was like a ring of resistance under the impact of the qi wave, and was blown away.

Demons, undead, and allied warriors who rushed forward were all hit by the pond fish, thrown into the air under the impact of the scorching airwaves, and fell to the ground after half an hour, and lost their lives...

With Akmund's soul-shattering roar, the demons of the Burning Legion regained their madness and bloodthirsty fighting spirit and began to storm Hyjal. Countless demons were mixed with the elite undead who knew no fear and fought back, and the fat abomination mixed with those high-level demons seemed so small and humble.

The polluters who forced Lao Tang and his party back did not stop at all, and the spiritual power that was enough to destroy the world was scattered all over the audience, and the terrifying mental magic frantically distorted the spirit and will of the coalition warriors, and even made hundreds of thousands of coalition warriors in a trance for a while. The demon army, which was suddenly defeated by the coalition army under the crazy counterattack of the fierce and fearless death, showed signs of counterattack like being injected with stimulants, taking advantage of the situation to advance, causing the casualties of the Kalimdor coalition army to rise sharply!

And Acmund, who didn't know what pity was, stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the void, and Cenarius, who was crippled to the ground by a large invisible hand made of air, was clenched by an invisible hand made of air, and in an instant, he was pulled into the air and was level with Akmund's line of sight. The demon leader's previous finger of death almost ripped off most of the demigod's body, and the dying Senarius was no longer able to make any resistance, not even the strength to die.

Akmund's cold emerald green pupils glanced at the king of the jungle who seemed to be defenseless with cruelty, and then rampantly erupted into a chilling laugh, and the bloody giant palm with two broken fingers slammed through the void, pulling Cenarius to his side and holding it tightly in his hand, and the next second, the green and tendoned giant palm shook inward, and Cenarius's body appeared irregularly twisted and bent as if it was being attacked and coiled by a giant python......

The groans and wails of broken bones were audible even in the hustle and bustle of the battlefield, and Cenarius's flesh was like a broken doll, limp like mud......

Old Tang and the other three melee fighters were already blown away by the air waves, and they were rushing back with all their strength; In order to interfere with and block Akmund's powerful mental magic, the Prophet Medivan almost ran out of vast mental power, and it was difficult to make a move for a while...... The soldiers of the coalition forces on the battlefield were all stunned when they saw this scene, but no one had the ability to come to the rescue!

"Go and be with your wasted father, Cenarius! Your fate will end here! ”

With that, Akmund's giant palm had suddenly increased its strength, and the dilapidated body of the King of the Jungle suddenly burst out with countless blood arrows, like a tomato that had been pinched and burst, and the juice was splashed everywhere......

"My destiny...... It has long been ...... with this world Merge with! There was no despair or fear in the eyes of the almost suffocating Cenarius, and he stared calmly and firmly at the hideous and terrifying face of the polluter, and muttered with the last of his strength, "And Azeroth...... When hell freezes over...... Perish, and you ...... will eventually be ...... in this world Broken halberd sinking sand...... Out of one's wits! ”

A fierce light flashed in his deep eyes, and Cenarius's body, which had long been unable to distinguish the prototype, suddenly expanded violently, and then ...... Boom!

The battlefield exploded with a "bang" and a blood mist in the sky, and everyone's eyes were full of dazzling but soft emerald green light!

Self-destruct!

The bloody demigod Cenarius used the last of his body to give Akmund the Polluter a "parting gift" that was enough to shock his heart!

"Ah~~~~~h

The terrifying blue giant raised its head to the sky again and screamed in pain, roaring and roaring.

Akmund's body was crisscrossed with dozens of large and small lacerations, his right arm was broken from the elbow, and his thick forearm and huge palm like a mountain rock disappeared in the violent explosion, turning into a cloud of debris and disappearing with the wind......

"Victory or death!"

The King of the Jungle fought to the death, and the bloody self-explosion made Old Tang stunned, and the next second the beast blood boiled Old Tang almost roared out of battle, and without hesitation, he mobilized all his strength to charge!

"Victory or death!"

Cenarius's heroic sacrifice awakened the surging fighting spirit in the hearts of all the coalition warriors, and they shouted to the roar of Old Tang to charge fiercely at the demon army that was sluggish due to the change, and fought to the death!

Several Chimeras, summoned by Cenarius, even rushed through the blockade of the demonic air force in the sky under the urging of the knight on their backs, pulled out the high-explosive bombs and cluster grenades on their bodies, and launched a suicide attack on the demon leader of Akmund, regardless of the disparity in strength......

Deafening explosions came and went, and the smoke and flesh covered people's ears.

When the smoke clears, only one arm of the polluter remains. Gritting his teeth, he roared in a curse-like vicious and tyrannical voice:

"All of you here today will face the most painful torture, and I will tear you lowly ants to pieces with my own hands! Your desperate souls will be scorched and tormented by the fires of hell and wail for thousands of years! ”

Enraged, Akmund rampage through the battlefield, and the coalition of several races was powerless to stop the powerful demon.

Charging up, the old Tang who ran the distance and smashed with a heavy hammer, was kicked like a ball by the enraged Akmund;

The orc god of war, who frantically slashed Akmund's ankle with a swift stride, was so miserable under the fire of destruction that it was difficult to advance an inch;

The mentally exhausted prophet Medivan, who endured the stinging of his brain and cast a bombardment of spells, was as if he were in the face of the enraged, full-scale outburst of polluters, and was scattered with a wave of his hand;

Wielding the twin blades of Aesinos, he cut and tore at the body of the Burning Legion triumvirate in vain, but there was no result except for the blood marks that were not deep or shallow, and he had to be careful to guard against the sudden death finger of Akmund's convulsions......

Old Tang and the other four masters who were barely able to contain it in front of Akmund, but they couldn't stop this demon leader from approaching like the World Tree with all their might......

One qiē's attacks and spells were like tickles in front of Akmund, who was defending with all his might, and he could no longer inflict heavy damage.

Akmund's approach to the World Tree, Nodashir, was so determined, solid, and unstoppable...... And the trump card guided by the druids led by Malfurion is still in the final critical moment...... More time is needed!

All the hard work, all the sacrifices, seem to be going to fall short in a few moments!

Just as he approached the World Tree in Mount Hyjal, a solemn-faced Tyrande stood in front of him, a white tiger under his crotch roaring at the demon.

The Priest of the Luna, who did everything he could to stop Akmund, completed the final prayer at a critical moment. The starlight and the moon suddenly burst into a rain of arrows that rushed into the sky. This confused Akmund for a moment, and he soon discovered the purpose of this prayer, as the rain of arrows that fell led to meteors smashing down on him and his legions. This is the meteorfall of the last part of Elune's prayer. Although the meteorite did not do much damage to the gigantic demons, countless undead and burning demons were smashed into ashes in the face of the powerful fall.

"Die, I don't know what to call a woman!"

The demon leader roared angrily and rushed towards Tyrande, who had taken the time to take advantage of the power bestowed by the moon god, and the priestess closed her bright eyes, showing no intention of backing down.

"Goodbye! Malfurion. ”

These were the last words she intended to stay.

As if sensing his wife's farewell proverb, Malfurion looked at this qiē in the middle of the peak, and anger and sadness welled up in the heart of the old druid.

Tears oozed from the corners of his eyes, carried away by the wind from the heights of the Holy Mountain, this couple who had experienced tens of thousands of years of ups and downs, could it be that heaven and man would be separated forever or even fall together in the impact of the Burning Legion? The old druid was not willing to be defeated in this way, he wanted to avenge his wife, and he wanted to win the final victory, no matter what the cost, whether this "victory" could be called a victory or not......

"Accept my vengeful wrath, damned demon!"

The Great Druid's heart roared loudly. The tears were once again carried away by the mountain wind, but the silent roar was drowned out in endless sorrows and crazy fights......

And just when Tyrande thought he was going to die, a pair of dark wings blocked the slap of the demon's giant claws.

When the priestess opened her eyes, the hot blood was blown onto her face by the wind. Illidan's pure, obsessive smile struck a chord at the heart of the Priestess of the Moon. The sting was even more painful than it cost her life.

Demon Hunter Illidan held off Akmund's deadly attacks in front of her, the pressure from top to bottom sinking his lower body deep into Karimdor's earth. Ironically, the banished betrayer was recognized and accepted by the land of Karimdo.

Tyrande looked silently at the man who had loved her, tears never unconsciously streaming down her cheeks.

Demon Hunter Illidan* Fury is definitely stronger than Don, who drank the blood of demons.

But Illidan definitely didn't have the terrifying strength of Don to wrestle Manolos and fight Akmund.

Blocking the demon's attack almost exhausted the demon hunter's strength, and the strong muscles seemed to be completely shattered. Heart-rending pain invaded Illidan's brain, and he was sure his hands had broken from the force of the pound. What this wound meant to a warrior who had fought for countless years, Illidan knew well. It is possible that he will lose his arm altogether and lose the meaning of being a warrior.

This is something more painful for a proud warrior than death. However, when he felt that his beloved woman was in danger, he still had the consciousness of resolutely giving up a qiē.

Actually, Tyrande's style is his whole world!

The Demon Hunter smiled and stared serenely at the beautiful face in front of him that had haunted him for tens of thousands of years, but he didn't say a word to Tyrande.

The priestess looked silently at the man who was willing to sacrifice a qiē for his own suffering.

As a priestess, she has the responsibility to protect Kalimdor and the entire race. She was willing to give her life for this responsibility. She doesn't need a hero who knows how to protect her alone, her husband must be the hero of the entire race, not her personal......

But Illidan doesn't seem to know what his loved one wants, but he defends an impossible romance in his own way.

This is what humans call infatuation, right?

The Priestess of the Moon pondered, her thoughts confused to the extreme.

If she was not a priestess, but an ordinary female elf, what would she choose? But how could an ordinary female elf be favored by the Fury Wind brothers at the same time?

Fate played a stern joke on the poor woman.

Her husband resolutely gave up one qiē for the survival of the race, while the other man who was not chosen resolutely gave up everything for her sake......

The priestess smiled with relief and satisfaction, and Tyrande knew that even if she lost her fragrance in the next second, she would have no regrets...... Because she has already harvested two loves that all women in the world dream of......

It was the first time she had smiled softly at Illidan. This is a smile that comes from the heart of sincerity, not a polite smile in the face of my brother, who is a husband. This subtle difference is difficult for the average person to feel, but the keen demon hunter can clearly know it.

Even though he couldn't see anything, Illidan still held on to the demon's giant claws. More and more blood oozed from under her shoulders, prankfully lifted by the wind of the battlefield and tossed in Tyrande's face, mixed with her tears and swept into the dust.

"He shouldn't have the strength to support his arms. If the bones are all shattered, how does he raise his hand and maintain this motion? Tyrande's mind was filled with emotion. She knew that it wasn't because of how strong and strong the man in front of her was...... The Demon Hunter tried his best to insist on not wanting her to be harmed in any way......

The starlight and moon never stopped, and countless arrows could not harm the Polluter's giant palm, freeing Illidan from the giant palm. She could only watch as the man who loved him and sacrificed for him was declining little by little. Her tears were dramatically blown into the Demon Hunter's face, and that's when Illidan finally spoke.

"Do you still care about me? Willing to treat me like an elf? Illidan's words were unusual, not unruly as before, but full of faint sorrow and timidity. This reminded Tyrande of Illidan's last words.

"Even if Malfurion could banish you...... He still can't cut off the same blood that flows in your veins, the blood of elves, the blood of heroes. The priestess thought for a moment, then answered Illidan's question seriously: "And in my heart, you will always be a memory hidden deep in my mind that cannot be erased......"

"That's enough! At least you didn't think of me as a traitor, I always remembered myself as a - elf! It's a warrior who belongs to you alone! The Demon Hunter almost roared and shouted, and the darkness began to gather around him, and he activated his final move.

Illidan was about to die with the great demon, and Akmund was surprised to feel the dark aura welling up from beneath his hands, the aura he knew so well—the power of Gul'dan. The darkness enveloped the demon hunters, and the powerful darkness gathered power held Akmund into the sky.

The Son of Darkness, a great black demon, rushed up from the land of Kalimdor, and the Shadow Flames burned over the Demon Hunter's body, black wings lifting Illidan's body and pounced on a behemoth a hundred times stronger than him.

Tyrande's promise reassured Illidan to demonize in front of her. Ever since inheriting the power of evil, the same question has plagued the Demon Hunter: Am I an elf, or am I a demon? After determining his position, Illidan decided to give up a qiē for the sake of the woman he loved. He returned to the forest with the realization of mortality.

Akmund watched in horror at the powerful dark energy that distorted the space, and he actually forgot to block it, so that Illidan had the upper hand in the first place. However, this situation did not last long, and the huge size advantage made Illidan's attack impossible to start, and soon Illidan fell into a situation of passive beating. He only relied on his agility and flying skills to dodge the deadly attacks of the Demon Claw, but he was unable to organize an effective counterattack.

This is undoubtedly to buy time for Malfurion, and the alliance of the undead legions and demons is gradually crumbling in the face of the vengeance of all the races of Azeroth. More and more heroes gathered at the feet of Akmund.

The arcane storm of Kael'thas and the blizzard of Gianna's call swept through Akmund's massive body; Duke Leorrick's generalissimo's sword, covered with brilliant holy light, and Kane*'s bloodhoof's totem pole with ancient inscriptions in his hand attack the giant demon from different angles;

Ryxa's plate axe, Panda's Brewmaster Storm Spirit*Chen's bamboo staff, Brian*'s brass beard's battle axe rained down on the demon's feet; The Sarufar brothers carried the fire of destruction and rushed to the polluter's side, leaving blood marks after blood with their tomahawks;

Thrall and Magatha join forces to summon the power of the earth at the feet of demons, praying for a powerful earthquake; The hurricane summoned by Vandal Deer Helm carried countless arrows mixed with meteors and shot at the demon......

However, the pain and small discomfort caused by the heroes could not stop the demons from moving forward.

All the heroes watched helplessly as Akmund the Polluter picked up the torso of the World Tree and howled:

"All your efforts will be in vain, I am already absorbing the power of the World Tree! Soon your heart will stop beating! ”

A kind of helplessness, a kind of loss accompanies everyone.

"Don't succeed!"

The loud roar of the three voices in different tones exploded in everyone's ears!

At this time, Illidan made a move that no one expected. He gathered all his shadow power and turned into a black cannonball, charging at the demon holding the giant tree. Behind him, Old Tang and Hell Roar also aroused all the energy in their bodies and leaped out, and blood-red light shone through the audience......

Unable to free up his hands to stop the Demon Hunters, Akmund was able to withstand all of the Demon Hunters' attacks, including the slashing hammers of Old Tang and the Orc God of War.

Don Sr., Illidan, Grom...... The three of them almost let go of their defenses of dodging, parrying, and parrying, and poured all their strength on Akmund's body with all their might!

They have only one goal, to hold the polluters at any cost...... Even if it is to die together!

"Malfurion!" Tyrande knew that this was Illidan's most desperate fight, and she cried out, "Save your brother!" ”

Hearing his wife's call, the druid, who finally chanted the last prayer of the Wrath of Nature spell on the top of the mountain, sighed in his heart: "Illidan, I know what you did a qiē for. After all, we have a lot in common, we are brothers! ”

A series of obscure and lengthy incantations poured out of the mouth of the Grand Druid Malfurion, a thousand-year-old dead house, and all sorts of esoteric gestures interlaced in the air, leaving an airplane-like trail of smoke; As the tone of the mantra increased, a huge wall of qi quickly condensed and converged at a speed that was discernible to the naked eye.

In an instant, the ground seemed to rise thousands of yards above sea level, and the thin air made it difficult for everyone to breathe; The terrifying tides of natural forces are like harbors before a storm, shaking the orderly balance of space with the speed of irritability and furious flow.

After chanting the last syllable, Malfurion blew the horn of the furious wind, and wave after wave of elven souls rushed towards Akmund, covering the suffocating body of the polluter in the deaths of Illidan, Don, and Hellroar......

"Nope! That's impossible! No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ”

In Akmund's desperate and shocked roar, the blinding light that reflected the sun's peace was blind, and the powerful momentum caused the demon to lose its balance in the air, blowing away everything for several kilometers......

The terrifying giant roared and cursed in pain in the successive explosions. The World Tree unleashed all of its power, mixed with the energy of the last elven souls, and completely shredded Akmund into cosmic dust.

The smoke and dust scattered, and a qiē returned to calm.

The Burning Legion's Big Three, Akmund the Polluter, Fall on Mount Hyjal!

This is a battle without a winner......

It's Ragnarok!

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