Gul'dan is not over yet.

This warlock in pursuit of great power was directly beaten to slag in his flesh, but his soul still survived tenaciously, taking root in his skull, ready to fight a long battle.

Sargeras didn't look down on this orc at all, although the skull was very comfortable to play with and could be plated, but it was too cheap to let him, the great evil god, live in it.

So the skull of Gul'dan was only a springboard to enter the human prince's body.

Even after getting the human prince, he used it as a springboard to enter the tomb of Sargeras and snatch his body back.

Plan pass.

As a result, in the first step, I hit a wall.

Guldan, who was originally forbearing, suddenly reversed.

He unfurled a dark green vortex and began to frantically devour Sargeras's power.

"Mole ants!"

At first, Sargeras didn't care about the remnants of the orc warlocks, and was dedicated to breaking through Huang Shang's defenses, until Guldan's vortex grew bigger and bigger, and strange powers began to fill it.

Three runes swirled around his body, representing frost, blood, and evil!

Immediately after, a pillar of light descended from the sky, fusing three runes into Guldan's body, and the rest of the silver-black armor was born, which was worn on Guldan's soul.

Soul materialization!

"Necromantic power?"

"Human, what are you doing?"

Sargeras's attention finally shifted.

"I'm experimenting."

"My mentor studied necromancy in the hope of finding a way to resurrect the dead, and in fact, it does exist."

"But mortals have difficulty accessing the power of necromancy, but an evil warlock who has died is a good carrier."

Huang Shang spoke, and a cold voice was conveyed.

Sargeras saw a lofty gaze in the eyes of this human boy.

I'm pinching you!

King of Demons!

"Hubris!!

Sargeras spat out this comment again, but deep down there was a hint of anxiety.

Front and back blocking.

The power of this human prince is firmly guarded, and the awakening of Gul'dan later, he sees a very bad trend.

"Strength! Strength! ”

"Hahaha, what a powerful force!"

"I will oppress all things and conquer all things!"

Sure enough, Gul'dan swelled.

After the expansion, it's time to make a move.

A miserable green skull flew up and wrapped around Sargeras's soul, filled with the breath of death.

Sargeras's evil fire rolled up and swallowed the skeleton directly, but in the next breath, the dense skeleton rose again.

At the same time, the breath of frost surged from the body, and the dead qi that could freeze the soul was condensed into a battle armor, and Guldan, who had a materialized body, directly approached and waved his frost fist.

Before becoming a Warlock, Gul'dan was a shaman, handsome, fitness-loving, and capable of melee combat, all of which are now reflected in the battle against Sargeras.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Two embodied souls wrestle together.

The size of the body is meaningless to the soul, their body can be adjusted at any time, everything only depends on the use of energy, so at this moment, the Fallen Titans are as tall as the orc warlocks, and they strike hard.

Boom!

Swish!

Gul'dan landed an uppercut on Sargeras's chin, and Sargeras became furious and slid a tackle that sent Gul'dan flying.

Gul'dan did not show weakness, spun a few times, full of old fists, and the death entanglement was constantly released, so that Sargeras's body was crawling with dense skeletons.

These skeletons desperately tore at Sargeras's soul, and although every bit of damage was negligible, it could never be ignored.

The point is that there are terrible humans sitting on the mountain watching the tiger fight outside, and that little prince is simply uninhibited, and even dares to teach the power of the undead to Gul'dan without authorization, Sargeras has to suspect that the other party has more means waiting for him.

Congratulations, he guessed right.

Huang Shang tested some of the Death Knight's techniques on Guldan, and naturally he would not let go of Sargeras.

He grabbed five whirlwinds from his five fingers, grabbed Gul'dan's skull, and rolled up the fragments of Sargeras's soul one by one.

The death knight's death entanglement is a kill to the enemy, but it is a supplement to himself.

If Gul'dan really mastered this trick, he would be able to tear off Sargeras's soul piece by piece and integrate it into his body.

Of course, he doesn't have that ability now, and the death entanglement tore off his soul, but he couldn't bring it back, so he was recovered by Huang Shang.

Even if it's the size of a sesame seed, don't let it go.

"Great and powerful, Gul'dan is willing to serve you as his master, please save your humble servant!"

Gul'dan stood up for a moment, and was finally pressed under Sargeras, frantically out, and immediately shouted for joy when he saw that reinforcements were coming.

He easily accepted his new master.

The anti-skeleton can now prostrate at the feet of powerful humans, and when he is full-fledged, he can betray without hesitation.

Huang Shang knew it, but he was idle anyway, so he turned Sargeras over and let Gul'dan ride on him.

Bang bang bang!

A few punches later, Gul'dan was knocked to the ground again, screaming at the hammer.

The next moment, the space was reversed, and the entire Gul'dan skull rotated.

In the process of the two souls fighting, Huang Shang had already refined this warlock artifact.

This can also be seen in the attitude of the Ember Bringer and the Staff of Guardian, no longer showing resistance, only comparison.

Who is the strongest artifact, come, let's compete!

"Let's get closer......"

Huang Shang encouraged him, let the three artifacts flourish, sharpen each other, and then play with the old man like walnuts.

The skull dripped, and at first he was panicked, after all, the orcs were sharp and angular, and the more they turned, the more rounded they became, and they were shiny.

The soul of Sargeras inside was tossed enough to choke.

Every time he gained the upper hand, the space rotated upside down, giving Gul'dan a chance to breathe.

In addition to death entanglement, the power of blood and frost is getting stronger and stronger, and this orc warlock is approaching the class that has not yet been born.

"Thank you host! Thank you hosts! ”

Accompanied by the sound of Sargeras's beating, Gul'dan smiled happily, feeling the power of evil power beyond that.

This feeling intoxicated him, and vaguely, he seemed to have discovered that there was a rune sword in the far north calling for the power of the necromancy.

That seems to be his weapon?

No!

When Gul'dan reached out and echoed the fluctuations emanating from the rune sword, he was immediately repulsed.

!

Although the power of the necromancy is the same, the rune sword does not look down on him and does not choose him as the master at all.

Gul'dan was not discouraged, and in order to gain more and more strength, he had a tenacity and perseverance.

The current me, you ignore it, the future me, you can't climb high!

Hum!

But in the next moment, the rune sword followed the power of the necromancy on Guldan's body, found the main master, and appeared in Huang Shang's mind.

"Frost Sorrow?"

Huang Shang raised his eyebrows.

Isn't this your own natal artifact?

It's just that according to the time, the first generation of the Lich King Neo has not yet been transformed, so what is going on with this sword?

He thought of the Shadow Realm, which had been overrun by the Annihilation Zerg.

"Homeless?"

The orthodox forces of the Shadow Realm have been expelled, and this divine weapon, which symbolizes the power of the undead, has appeared in advance, which is obviously related to it.

In addition, he is the one who fished Enzos and personally lifted the power of necromancy......

"Buzz!"

As if sensing his thoughts, the rune sword vibrated desperately.

Frost's sorrow is not only hungry, but also hungry, tired, cold, and tired......

Hug and hold high.

It's a pity that the distance is too far, and Huang Shang can't go to the Northern Continent for a while, and he has to deal with the affairs of Sargeras and the Dark Gate first, so he can only appease and disconnect from contact.

Frost Sorrow: (>_<)

Regardless of whether Frost's grief was sad or happy, Sargeras's soul had been beaten to the ground by Gul'dan, and he knew that the real culprit was the insidious human, and let out an angry roar, angrily denouncing him as a demon.

Huang Shangli ignored it and implemented the gua sha tactic.

After accumulating a lot, in his other hand, a tiny Fallen Titan soon appeared, jumping angrily, but like the Buddha in the hands of the Monkey King, he couldn't escape from Wuzhi Mountain at all.

Sargeras's understanding and mastery of evil energy also began to flow into Huang Shang's heart.

"You can't steal my power!"

Sargeras was furious.

He has always been the only one on someone else's body, when has he ever been pinched and played with by a mere human in the palm of his hand?

This is not only an unparalleled humiliation, but also a leak of power, and even the high level of evil energy.

It's good, I've learned to answer.

When there were more and more fragments of Sargeras, the cage compiled by Huang Shang's previous six high-level forces changed and became a six-colored rainbow bridge, seizing the knowledge and power in Sargeras's body.

What I want, you don't give it, I'll take it myself!

He also stripped Sargeras of his personal aura and honed himself with his pure energy.

Anyway, if you don't feel distressed, you can use it as a whetstone, and the five forces of holy light, arcane, nature, necromancy, and even the void are constantly rubbing on it, looking for a possible way for the six energies to be parallel.

Crucially, there's also the manipulation of evil powers.

This is a symbol of chaos and a symbol of dignity within the Burning Legion.

Sargeras is the god of evil powers, and therefore the well-deserved leader of the Legion, otherwise he would have been pulled down even if he was the founder.

And the two lieutenants, Akmund and Kilgardan, are extremely subtle in their use of evil powers, so they have the qualifications to lead an army and conquer the world independently.

In the same way, when Huang Shang mastered the power of evil energy at a deep level, he could become a dominant existence in the Burning Legion.

Therefore, at this moment, Huang Shang looked at the center of Sulama.

There are traces of space there.

Ten thousand years ago, the Burning Legion tried to open a secondary portal here, but failed.

Right now......

Maybe give it a try?

"Nope! What are you doing? ”

Seeing the human claw stretched out against Sulama's portal, Sargeras finally couldn't stand it anymore.

He did one thing.

Activate the alert system to alert the Night Elves:

"Come on, someone here summons the Burning Legion!!"

……

"Hmm!"

In the Temple of the Moon God, Tyrande-Yufeng suddenly woke up, and the banana in his hand slid to the ground.

An ominous premonition sent the beautiful Night Elf shudder.

She immediately began to meditate, looking for the origin of this induction.

The entire temple of the moon god glowed with a silvery white light, and began to echo the priestess of the moon.

Since the War of the Ancients, the Night Elves have evacuated Surama in batches and moved into the new capital of Darnassus.

Although far less than the ancient city, Darnassus sits on the sturdy branches on the west side of the World Tree, and has an unrelenting power that shelters the Night Elves from their eternal youth and peaceful life.

For example, Tyrande, she is more than 10,000 years old, but her appearance has not changed at all, and she has reached the peak in the use of the power of nature.

It's just that at this moment, somehow, she closed her eyes, and thoughts of Malfurion came to her mind.

During the War of the Ancients, she and Malfurion, along with Malfurion's twin brother Illidan, were still young boys and girls.

Oppressed by the brutal war, they were innocent and soon transformed into battle-hardened warriors.

What is most memorable for her is her pre-war agreement with Malfurion.

After the end of the war, they officially got married and started a happy life together.

As a result, since the agreement was completed, it has not been smooth, and after a lot of hard work, the Burning Legion was finally driven away, and Malfurion was inspired to go to the Emerald Dream to practice and soothe the wounds of the earth.

Do you know how I spent these 10,000 years?

"That's not right! How do I have these thoughts? ”

"The forces of evil are awakening, and they must be polluted!"

"Moon goddess, please grant me peace!"

Tyrande cleared the distractions from his mind, skillfully hid the dried banana, replaced it with the purple sweet potato that the Night Elves had been eating the most, and began to pray.

The dark blue hair, as beautiful and pure as the night sky, slowly floated from her shoulders, and the goddess of the moon answered her call, and a picture appeared in front of her.

There is Sulama, the ancient city of the Night Elves.

Ten thousand years ago, the Burning Legion wanted to open a second portal here, but was stopped by the rising arcane barrier, but due to the power of the war, it was also isolated from the world after the Great War, and lost communication with other Night Elves, and the remnants of it established their own civilization, calling themselves the Children of the Night.

These children of the night suffer from demon addiction, once they lose the supply of magic power, their bodies and minds will quickly dry up, extremely miserable, Tyrande once wanted to help these people return to the arms of the Night Elves, but due to various factors, they had to give up.

Now, her attention was not on the Child of the Night, but on a majestic body.

It was a back, bringing destruction and burning evil power to countless worlds, forming a cloak behind him, stirring with the wind, and when viewed from the side, he held a terrible skull in his hands, with an extremely powerful greatsword and staff stuck in his body, and his face was shrouded in light, and it was impossible to see the true face.

But one thing is certain, such a terrible temperament is undoubtedly a big devil!

"Demons, come to this world again?"

Knowing what was at stake, Tyrande hastened to his feet and headed for the crypt where Malfurion slept.

After a while, Malfurion, who was carefully watched by many priestesses, appeared in front of him.

He lay there peacefully, as if dead, his long green hair intertwined with his bushy beard, and his hollow golden eyes staring blankly upward.

Sleep with your eyes open.

Zhang Fei called the insider.

Tyrande shook him gently: "My dear Malfurion, wake up! Wake up! ”

Malfurion didn't move at first, and then, when Tyrande transmitted the herald of the moon goddess into his mind, he suddenly rolled over, his whole body having the weight of a bear and the agility of a leopard.

Quiet as a vegetative person, moving as an electric door, this is the Grand Druid Malfurion-Fury, the hero who once saved Azeroth.

"Tyrande, my dear!"

Malfurion nodded at her, affectionate and serious, obviously sleeping very well, but his eyebrows were very haggard, and his tone was extremely solemn: "The situation in the Emerald Dream Realm is very bad, the Green Dragon Clan is at war with enemies from outside the realm, the continent to the east has been invaded by foreign enemies, and now there are enemies in the Broken Isles, and after 10,000 years of peace, the war will spread in Azeroth......"

Tyrande stroked the old face of the great druid with his hand: "No matter what, let's face it together!" ”

Malfurion took her hand and smiled: "After this battle, we will get married and give birth to the crystallization of love, and I will watch the child grow up happily, okay?" ”

Tyrande's face changed, and he quickly covered Malfurion's mouth: "Don't say it, it won't work if you say it!" ”

"I've said it, and I'm going to work for it!"

Malfurion did not believe in this evil, imagined a bright future, and began to gather the druids.

Just as Gul'dan was the first warlock, he was also the first druid, and the later druids were all his apprentices in terms of reputation.

In the past 10,000 years, he has cultivated a lot of backbones in order to deal with the possible comeback of the Burning Legion.

Similarly, as the leader of the Night Elves, Tyrande has abolished many traditional bad habits.

For example, the hereditary military system created a sentinel system that allowed people to do their best.

The two of them have absolute authority among the Night Elves.

Soon, a powerful team of druids, elven archers, and priestesses of the moon was assembled and set off for the Shattered Isles.

It is impossible to take a boat, and the time to rush over is measured in years, but fortunately, now that the Green Dragon Clan is fighting the Endless Labyrinth, the energy of the Emerald Dream Realm fluctuates unprecedentedly, and through this different space, they can directly teleport beyond the Broken Isles.

From receiving warnings to leading the army to arrive, the Night Elves are not inefficient.

But here, things have changed.

In the middle of the Broken Beach, a huge crack opened, and a burning meteorite roared, piercing the sky and rushing to the earth.

It was hundreds of blazing hellfires, and with violent explosions and violent earth tremors, terrifying flaming stone men stood out of the pits.

Hellfire rose from the crater, furious and terrifying, mercilessly and efficiently crushing all living beings, ready to force the poor creatures that stood in their way, fleeing in all directions.

With Hellfire in the vanguard, there must be armies that follow.

Indeed, the spatial rift in mid-air was torn apart, and dense demons appeared.

The army swarmed out and rushed impatiently, winged demons, seductive succubus, roaring hellhounds, and brutal demon guards, all of whose bodies were permeated with varying degrees of evil power, smiling and ready to destroy everything that came their way......

"Are we still a step too late?"

Tyrande's heart sank.

"No, Sulama's portal, unlike the Well of Eternity, we still have a chance!"

Malfurion didn't think so.

In Antiquity, the Burning Legion invaded Azeroth to open two portals.

The portal that opens in the Well of Eternity is a VIP passage for high-level teleportation, and it is from there that the powerful leaders of the Burning Legion emerge.

The portal in Surama is an ordinary passage for the younger brothers to enter, mainly to send in a large number of cannon fodder troops.

Of course, it cannot be said that the latter is not a threat, and when the demons flood the mountains, even the heroes will be drowned.

However, the current spatial crack is not yet to the point of transporting a real army, at best, a small group of pioneers have come in.

With the strength of the Night Elves to go here, it can still be solved.

But the next moment, they found that there was no need for the Night Elves, and the mysterious man who cut through the gap in space raised a slender magic staff.

In an instant, the endless rain of destruction fell on his head, ten times more fierce than the fall of hellfire!

Thundered!

The entire Broken Isles shook, the waves rolled in fear, and everything in heaven and earth was centered on that figure, including the Burning Legion.

The armament of the legionnaires is very reasonable, even if they are cannon fodder, they are not allowed to be slaughtered by the enemy, and they can often be exchanged for serious casualties of the enemy.

But now, whether it was the hellfire that brainlessly destroyed the surroundings, or the succubus who would steal into the room at night, they all trembled and fell to their knees, waiting for death to come, not to mention the other relatively brainless legionnaires.

That's the surrender of evil powers!

Top-to-bottom control!

The king wants his ministers to die, and the ministers have to die!

"He's the leader of the Burning Legion?"

"No, the energy in his body is extremely complex!"

Malfurion's eyes fixed on the figure, the power of nature surging within her, hoping to see through the figure's true face.

Strangely, he saw not only the evil powers, but also the holy light of human faith, the arcane arts that mages delved into, and even the natural power of the druids.

Is it illusion, or is it real?

Looking at the other party's methods of slaughtering the Burning Legion, Malfurion fell into silence, and did not dare to act rashly for a while.

Tyrande suddenly said, "I think of Illidan, who may be able to help us understand this man, friend or foe!" ”