When the void energy fluctuations subsided slightly, the others pounced, but there was no trace of the three of them in place.

"Around!" Malad said suddenly.

The others looked around and realized that the situation around them was completely different from before.

The place where they fought the Twilight Dragon just now was in a unique space surging with void energy, there was no edge around, and there were no stars or earth to be seen, but now with the death of the Twilight Dragon, a qiē was restored to its true form.

They were now in a large, enclosed space, surrounded by walls made of boulders, with chains of varying lengths hanging from the tops, some of which were carrying living corpses upside down. Some are humans, some are orcs, and there are other races.

"It's the Alliance!" Anna gasped.

Everyone else instantly understood that these were those Alliance soldiers who were trapped in the mirror world yesterday!

"Where's Khadgar?" Illidan looked around and didn't find the human mage.

Everyone looked left and right, but there was no trace of this mage.

Garona frowned and said, "I saw him close to the Twilight Dragon just now, will he ......?"

For a while, everyone had no other speculation, and could only wish the four of them peace and sound.

Malonen looked up suddenly, looking in one direction, both ears pricked up, as if listening to something.

"What's that?" Godlin asked.

"I heard the voice of Cenarius!"

"And demons!"

"Then what are you waiting for, hurry over!"

Malorn raised her front hooves and sprang away in one direction.

They saw quite a few demons along the way. Some are still attacking the Union soldiers who are trapped in the rebellion against Karazhan, while others are gathering in all directions. There are also flying demons who hang bloody corpses on their faces that hang from the top. The cruel and tyrannical nature of the devil is exposed.

No matter what the demons are doing, as long as they encounter them, they will go up and kill them all. Not much. Behind them gathered a team of hundreds of people, and it was at this time that Malorne finally saw that his sons, Cenarius and Malfurion, were surrounded by hundreds of demons, and Manolos the "Saboteur" followed unhurriedly like a cat that teased mice, laughing wildly, and occasionally waving a huge double-headed spear in his hand, sending out a series of evil beams to attack the two of them.

"I'm tired of playing, Cenarius. You also want to help others. But who can help you? Manolos moved his four stubby legs and rushed towards the bloodied and weakened Cenarius. Would you like to call 'Daddy' to help this time? Roar hahaha......"

As it says, it's tired of playing.

The besieged duo of Cenarius and Malfurion were exhausted and fought for a day and a night, scarred even though they were both strong men in Azeroth. At this time, even if Manolos does not take the initiative to attack, they will be completely exhausted before long.

There was despair in the eyes of both men.

And just as the Abyss Demon King was about to kill Cenarius, an angry roar was heard not far away, and a huge white stag was rushing towards this direction. The ground trembled as it sprinted. And Maloneos turned his head to see that the stag that was showing its horns, crushing ordinary demons and stabbing them to death was none other than Malon, the "Waytaker"?

This really means Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here!

To make matters worse, Maloen wasn't the only one who came. Right behind it. The bear god brothers Ursol and Ursock, as well as the wolf god Godring, also pounced, and the four ancient demigods cleared the way. No demon can resist it.

A little further aback, a group of powerful heroes are also leading the charge of red-eyed Alliance soldiers.

Reverse Karazhan was supposed to be a base for demons. It should be the cemetery of the Union, but at this moment Manolos found himself embattled!

"Fight back. Counterattack! Manolos roared.

There are demonic elites here alone, and although the raiders have powerful high-end combat power, Manolos will never think that he is powerless to resist. This is the base of demons, and it won't be long before more demons arrive from all directions, and everyone here will be killed!

It had a bloodthirsty glint in its eyes, Malorne, Cenarius, Godling, the Bear Brothers, Malfurion, Illidan...... Every name here is the most hated by the Burning Legion. If it weren't for their resistance, the Legion would have destroyed Azeroth as early as 10,000 years ago!

If it can kill them all, His Excellency will reward it severely!

The idea is beautiful, the reality is cruel.

Manolos wanted to drag, but the alliance didn't.

Angry Maloon was as unstoppable as the god of war, and it broke its way through the hordes of demonic enemies, and its angry eyes were fixed on only one enemy - Manolos!

This abominable demon almost killed its son!

Not to be outdone, Manolos unleashed a dense beam of evil energy, constantly bombarding Maloon, most of which were dodged or blocked by spells by the sturdy white deer, and a small number of them hit, the strong corrosive evil energy caused the part of Maloon to burn, causing it great pain, but it still couldn't stop it from rushing towards its target!

"Bang!"

The antlers slammed into Maloneos, and the saboteur parried with his double-headed weapon, but the spikes of the antlers pierced through, piercing the heavy armor plate on Manolos' chest and plunging into his opponent's chest.

It's just that after many blocks, the stab is not deep, and it is not a fatal wound at all.

Manolos roared in pain, pressed his antlers on his shoulder, and freed a hand with a strong evil energy that was aimed at Maloron's head.

Malorn tried to retreat, but the antlers were stuck in Manolos' plate armor, and he couldn't retreat for a while!

The buck shaved its hooves and slammed into it resolutely. It knew it was too late to dodge, and it might as well die with this demon!

But at this moment, an imposing orc battle cry suddenly sounded behind Malone.

The chief of the Warsong Clan, the most powerful orc warrior, suddenly leapt into the air, his eyes glazed red, and his roar sounded as if he was about to exhale all the breath in his lungs. Grom held the "Blood Roar" high above his head in mid-air, and he only had one target in his eyes - Manolos the "Saboteur"!

Decades ago, Gul'dan summoned all the chiefs of the orc clans to the jungle of Tanaan, where he lured the orcs to drink demonic blood, which would give them unparalleled power!

The time to fly in mid-air should have been short, but Grom vividly recalls the details of the meeting:

"Drink, Hell Roar, this is the fate of the orcs, and you will all be kings!"

"But, Gul'dan, at what cost?"

"This qiē!"

At that time, Grom, who was thirsty for strength and eager to fight, was the first to drink the blood of demons.

Little did he know that Manolos was hiding behind the scenes, secretly peeping at them, laughing at them, and despising them.

And the demon's blood completely changed the orcs, changed Draenor, and changed Azeroth.

The fates of the two worlds were completely connected after he drank the blood of the demons - war, calamity, slaughter, suffering...... A qiē and a qiē all appeared in front of the eyes of this orc warrior.

His gaze returned to Manolos, and he roared, decades of honed combat skills that allowed him to effortlessly "send" the blade of the bloody roar to the spitting crack above Manolos's head—the most vulnerable part of the demon's body!

The blade of the axe sucked deep into Manolos's head, and the evil energy was condensed, ready to smash the "saboteur" who killed Maloon and let out a terrifying roar in pain. It staggered back two steps, and a huge amount of evil energy burst out from within its body, forming beams of turquoise light.

It's about to explode!

Maloneos was also basking in the great excitement of killing Manolos with his own hands.

It's been almost thirty years, and he's finally saved himself!

Malloy let out a heavy gasp, sensing an abnormality in Manolos' body, but by this time, it seemed to be too late.

With a loud bang, all the evil energy in Manolos' body erupted, forming violent energy fluctuations, and every qiē around him was engulfed by corrosive flames.

And just as the explosion was about to drown the orcs and stag, two rays of teleportation light surrounded them. In the next moment, Malone and Grom, who thought they were dead, appeared not far away.

"I, I'm not dead?" Grom patted his body.

"Sounds like you'd like to taste the power of the blast again?" A cold voice came from the orc's ear. He turned his head to see Anna panting slightly on her staff.

"You saved us, mage." Malonen leaned down to Anna, human gratitude in the deer's eyes, "You will always have my friendship, thank you, Lady Anna!" ”

"And mine, mage!" Grom also patted his chest and said, "Whoever dares to go against you is against me, against the Warsong Clan!" ”

Anna shrugged, and at this point she felt that it was worth risking her life to save these two guys.

With the death of the legion commander Manolos, the demons here immediately lost their fighting spirit, and they were killed in a short time.

Cenarius slowly walked up to his father, tears in his eyes, and his trembling hands wanted to hug the buck that was looking down at him, but before he could hold it, his knees went limp, and he suddenly went down.

He was so tired, scarred by a day and a night of fierce fighting, and now that he was finally safe, he could finally pass out with peace of mind.

A few rattans on Cenarius's back slowly shrank, and a brown-skinned orc slowly rolled out.

"Garrosh!" Grom exclaimed and ran over. (To be continued......)