Facing the Death Wing tightly locked by the Eight Desolation Flame Dragons, Mo Wen commanded the Scarlet Giant to strike with all his strength without mercy.

Bang!

There was a loud bang, and the whole of Mount Hyjal shook, and a violent shock came from where the two behemoths were, and the ground began to jump up and down.

However, the loud bang was followed by Deathwing's arrogant laughter.

"Haha! Kael'thas ? Sunchaser, you can't kill me, I am the destroyer of destiny, the end of all things, unstoppable, irreversible, you will eventually die in my hands! ”

Mo Wen's brows furrowed slightly, and the blood-colored giant's fist stopped outside the essentia armor of Deathwing, such a strong blow did not bring substantial damage to this armor. Combining the blood of the Elder Gods with his own bloodline, and smelting the alloy armor, the essentia armor outside of Nesario's body was stronger than Mo Wen could have imagined.

Of course, this is not to say that this essentia armor cannot be destroyed, any of Mo Wen's treasures that have reached the A level can break it, but the problem is that compared to this armor several meters thick, Mo Wen's treasures are a little too exquisite, just like stabbing people with a toothpick, although they can be pierced, but the wound is useless at all.

Exhaling lightly, Mo Wen waved his hand, and the Eight Desolation Xuanhuo Dragon, which had originally tightly locked the Wings of Death, suddenly turned red, and the temperature began to rise sharply, and then the blood-colored giant also pressed his hands on the essentia armor.

- Squeak, squeak!

With the sound of hot water pouring on the iron plate, part of Deathwing's armor began to melt, while the other began to show pitted signs of corrosion.

"-Ahhhhh

The power of the flames and corrosion sent Deathwing to a terrible howl. The huge body continued to struggle, but it was tightly suppressed by the Eight Desolation Mystery Fire Dragon. I can't turn over at all.

But Mo Wen was not happy at all when he saw this scene, - it was too slow! Although Mo Wen could use the Eight Desolation Xuanhuo Array and the Four Spirit Blood Array, he could slowly refine the Death Wing to death. But that's too long. Now that he is in the battlefield of the Alliance, the dark night, and the natural disaster, no one can guarantee what will happen, and Mo Wenke can't afford to wait.

He secretly made a decision in his heart, but Mo Wen flipped his hand and took out a newly obtained treasure.

The treasure couldn't see the specific appearance, but the whole body exuded a bright golden light.

And under the shroud of that golden light, all the dragons who killed on the battlefield felt that their bodies were weak, and the power in their bodies dissipated a lot inexplicably, and some dragons with poor strength even fell directly on the battlefield.

Deathwing looked at the thing in amazement. Then he exclaimed, "Demon Souls? How is this thing in your hands?! ”

Then I don't know what I thought, but it burst into laughter.

"Idiot, this is an artifact I made, I am its real master, and you want to use it against me?"

Mo Wen sneered, "It's you who is the idiot, and now I am its owner, and now it is different from before, I have added a little material to it." You should call it Dragon's Soul by now! ”

Dragon's Soul

Grade: A+

Category: Treasure Phantasm

Forged during the War of the Ancients, the golden disc fused with the power of the dragon has extremely destructive power and has a strong restraint effect on the dragon bloodline.

Deathwing was stunned. Immediately to his horror, he found that the Demon Soul, which was supposed to have no effect on him, began to affect his own strength in the same way, and its body wrapped in armor began to weaken, and the strength of its body was a little unable to exert itself.

"Nope! That's impossible! I didn't infuse the demonic souls with the power of the earth. It shouldn't be able to restrain me! ”

Mo Wen sneered, and the dragon soul in his hand emitted one dazzling golden light after another.

"You are not alone in understanding the power of the earth. Thanks to the generosity of the Great Orc Chieftain, the Dragon's Soul is now in its full form. So Deathwing, you give me death! ”

With a slight force in his hand, the dragon soul in Mo Wen's hand suddenly bloomed like a burning sun.

"No!" *2

Two roars rang out almost simultaneously, one from the terrified, angry Wings of Death at the foot of the mountain, and the other from Vandal halfway up the mountain with a desperate face? Deer Helmet, the latter rushed down the hill almost at the same time as he roared. He didn't care about Deathwing's own dead or alive deerhelm, he cared about who else would resurrect his son after Deathwing's death.

However, before the deer helmet arrived, the dragon soul in Mo Wen's hand emitted a pillar of light and slammed into the Deathwing.

Rumble!

The piercing roar, boundless light filled the entire world, a spot of light from small to large, and finally almost enveloped half of the battlefield, the warriors present, whether it was the alliance or the dark night, lost their vision, and many undead were directly turned into ashes with a wail.

"Nope! No! ”

Looking at all this, the deer helmet almost stumbled and fell on the road, and the light that blinded others was unprecedented darkness for him.

It's just that at this moment, there was a heavenly voice in his ears.

"Ahem, ahem, you, you can't kill me, Kael'thas? Chasing the sun, I am the wings of death, the destroyer of destiny! I'm not going to die, I'm not going to-! ”

The light dissipated, and Deathwing's miserable body appeared in everyone's eyes. A large piece of essentia armor on its body was lifted, a pair of dragon wings had long since disappeared, bright red flesh was everywhere, and an incomparably huge hole had been opened in its chest and abdomen, from which the wriggling internal organs in its body could be seen.

But despite the tattered body, Deathwing was still alive, and it raised its head and roared at Mo Wen in a tone of indignation, "Kael'thas. You can't kill me, you can't kill me, but I'll kill you! ”

At the same time as the Black Dragon King spoke, the flesh and blood in its body began to change, and piles of disgusting tentacles came out, constantly wriggling in its body, and with these wriggling tentacles, a large amount of flesh and blood grew out again, almost at a speed visible to the naked eye. Deathwing's injuries are healing little by little.

Looking at this scene, the deer helmet only felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart. However, before he could show it, he heard Mo Wen sneer.

"It's just some corrupt blood from the Elder Gods. Do you really think you're immortal? ”

Taking a step forward, the Scarlet Giant directly inserted his hands into Deathwing's body.

Then I saw two inexplicable suction forces running wildly around those two hands, and the blood in Deathwing's body began to gather in a steady stream, and from a distance, it looked as if two black whirlpools were constantly devouring the flesh and blood of the Black Dragon King.

The tentacles in the Black Dragon King's body resisted frantically, but they could never resist the powerful suction, and could only watch the rolling blood continue to flow, and even those tentacles were sucked away by the blood-colored giant in the end.

"Nope! No! You—you can't do this, you can't kill me, you, can't, can't ??????"

There was despair and disbelief in his eyes. Deathwing stared at Mo Wen tightly, muttering incessantly, but his voice became weaker and weaker.

Originally inherited the corrupt blood from the ancient god behind him, Deathwing can be said to have obtained a different kind of powerful immortal body, and it can be said that as long as it can't destroy all the blood in its body in one go, then it can be reborn again.

It's a pity that it ran into Mo Wen, although the blood-colored giant looks like the manifestation of something, but in fact it is essentially a four-spirit blood array, for this kind of demon sect formation with blood as power. The blood of the ancient gods in Deathwing's body was simply an excellent tonic, and a large amount of blood was transmitted from the blood-colored giant back into the sea of blood inside the Fulong Ding, and then it was transformed into the four spirit blood arrays little by little, and the image of the blood-colored giant outside was becoming clearer and clearer. Gradually, a hideous armor began to condense outside the body.

"Stop! Stop it! ”

At this moment, the deer helmet, who found that the situation was wrong, arrived just in time, and the great druid, who had gone crazy for his son, did not care about the tens of thousands of eyes staring at him at all. Directly a moon fire hit the body of the Scarlet Giant, completely confirming his collusion with Deathwing.

It's a pity that this effort is destined to be unrewarded. The moon fire, which seemed to others to be unusually strong, did not have any effect on the Scarlet Giant at all. It was blocked by the coagulated armor outside the giant's body, and the latter didn't even bother with the deer helmet, still greedily absorbing the little blood that Deathwing had left.

"Stop, stop, I told you to stop!"

The Deerhelm screamed wildly, attacking again and again, but could not stop Deathwing's last drop of blood from being consumed.

Click!

With a crisp sound that sounded like a thunderbolt in the ears of the deer helmet, Deathwing's shriveled head due to the loss of blood was directly twisted off by the Scarlet Giant.

As soon as his legs went limp, the big druid's eyes darkened, and he fell to his knees.

On the other side, the blood-colored giant lifted the huge head high, and the sound of Mo Wen immediately spread throughout the battlefield.

"The miscellaneous pieces of the night, if you have any backhand, use them all!"

The murderous giant like blood, the huge dragon head that is hideous and unsightly, the battlefield with flags everywhere and the sun shining, the scene of this moment is deeply engraved in everyone's minds, the mighty and domineering Deathwing who defeated the four dragon kings joined forces actually died, and did not even bring any trouble to the person in front of him.

The Night Elves were trembling, the Alliance was in awe, and even the dragons were afraid, and the idea of talking to the Blood Elves because of the Dragon's Soul had been completely forgotten by them.

After shouting several times in a row, Mo Wen smiled again when he saw that no one in the Night Elves responded.

"Okay, since you don't have any back-ups this time, it's my turn!"

Then he saw Mo Wen flick his hand, and a streamer rushed up to the clouds, turning into a bright red blood elf coat of arms with a bang.

A few miles away, in a hidden valley, Solan Lian's eyes, who were originally silently watching the sky, lit up, and said to the dozen or so blood elf mages beside him: "His Royal Highness the Prince's order has come, start acting now!" ”

Several mages nodded, consciously gathered around a pool of well water, slowly chanting a spell, and with their voices, a little green light began to bloom in the pool of golden well water, and after a while, a thick pillar of green light could be seen everywhere in the Kalimdor continent across the sky. Straight to the north.

The Well of the Sun

Grade: A+

Category: Weapon Treasure

The fountain of magic created by the water of the Well of Eternity contains incomparably powerful magical power.

Eye of Sargeras

Grade: A+

Category: Weapon Treasure

The gem carried by the Fallen Titan Sargeras. It has great power, and can even sink a continent when it has enough power.

The Frozen Throne of Northrend. Anastarian? The Sunstrider sat motionless on his throne with his eyes closed and like eternal ice, and beneath his throne were countless undead kneeling silently, waiting for orders from their dead.

Suddenly, Anastarian's eyes, which had turned into ghosts, opened suddenly, looking at the green streamer that streaked across the distant sky.

"Are you going to start?" The hoarse voice seemed to be talking to itself, but it seemed to ask something, "What do you want, my son Kael'thas?" Strength, wealth, status, beauty, you lack nothing. But why bother with the Night Elves? ”

Anastarian whispered softly, and finally looked at the green light that smashed not far from the throne but sighed slightly, "Forget it, these are none of my business anymore, dust to dust, dust to dust, dust to earth, I just need to do this last thing well, as for everything about the blood elves, from now on it has nothing to do with me!" ”

With this in mind, Anastarian slowly closed his eyes. In the next moment, a voice crossed the ocean and reached the head of Salorian, who was commanding the army of the undead far away in the continent of Kalimdor.

"It's time, Salorian, it's time to get moving!"

At the same time. The high-level undead scattered all over the continents of Lordaeron, Kalimdor, and Northrend shook at the same time, and a strange feeling came over them, as if they had suddenly gotten rid of something heavy. My body was relaxed for a while.

They're free! The Lich King has lost control of them!

An obviously simple answer, but it took a lot of time for the undead to be sure. The flame of the soul in his eyes flickered, and the joy of regaining his freedom soaked into his parched heart like a clear spring. They couldn't help but be overjoyed, but after the joy, they were dazed and overwhelmed, and the memories in their hearts made them miss their homeland and relatives immensely, but their identity as undead clearly told them that they could not go back, and that they could not find a new place to live in the vast land of Azeroth.

On the battlefield of Mount Hyjal, the army of the night and the scourge is slowly retreating.

One after another the back hands were broken, and there was no advantage in combat power, and the dark night and natural disasters were so powerless that they could only withdraw their troops little by little, with close combat outside, long-range inside, and fighting and walking, trying to fight their way out of the encirclement of the alliance army.

After all, there are tens of thousands of horses together, and the two forces are combined, and Bolval has no good way but to command the alliance's army like a pack of wolves, slowly but firmly tearing at his prey. But according to the current situation, if there is no miracle, this battle will end in the victory of the Alliance, but the natural disaster and the dark night will also retain a total of about 50,000 men and horses, not without resistance.

But if the war ends like this, I am afraid that it will never be possible to fight again, because it is clear that the Night Elves are going to betray their undead allies.

Deerhelm is no longer the commander of the Night Elves, and the opportunity to resurrect his son is just slipping away in front of his eyes, and this great druid is like the walking dead, easily controlled by the Tyrande faction, and it is estimated that after this battle, he will be bowed to the Alliance as a gift of peace.

Deathwing and its multicolored dragon army have been destroyed, and the revenge of the dwarves and dragons is completed, so naturally they don't want to continue fighting; The regent of Stormwind commanded the Alliance Legion to fight a big victory, winning both face and satoko, and now he is probably thinking about how to get more benefits from the Night Elves, as long as the other party is interested, they will not continue to fight at the expense of the people; The center of the Scarlet Crusaders and the newly restored Silver Hand is more on the Scourge Legion, and as long as the Night Elves draw a line with the undead, it is estimated that they have a good chance of letting go; In the end, only the blood elves were left, and even if they wanted to, they couldn't eat the night elves who fought in the homeland, even if the latter was already in a half-crippled state.

Now the high-level leaders of Dark Night and the alliance have a lot of tacit understanding about the future arrangement, and the intensity of the battle between the two sides has obviously decreased, although someone still falls every minute, but it is much better than the crazy fight at the beginning, almost just for show.

Seeing that the army of the Night Elves was drifting away and about to leave the center of the battlefield, the Alliance side even began to prepare to put the focus of the battle on the side of the Scourge.

However, at this moment, instead of Vandal? The Druinalarex, who commanded the Night Elves in Deer Helmet, was stunned, because the evacuated Scourge Legion actually made an undeserved mistake, and many undead stood on the battlefield like that, allowing the Alliance's army to easily break through their own defenses and enter the hinterland.

Although it is said that because of the distrust between each other, Night and Scourge still maintain two unrelated formations, but after all, they are evacuated together, and the distance between them is very close, so the Alliance's attack on the Scourge has also affected the evacuation of the Night Elves, after all, the low-level soldiers will not rush to the Night Elves and then take back their knives, but the Night that could have been safely evacuated is now completely entangled, and can only resist the Alliance's attack with the undead in the second half.

Seeing this, Nalarex immediately jumped to his feet in a hurry, and then saw him staring at the Scourge Commander beside him, and roared angrily: "Your Excellency Salorian, you must give us an explanation!" ”

While he stared, the blue fire in Salorian's eyes lit up, and he walked over in a few steps, and then directly drew his sword in the surprised eyes of everyone.

The cold sword light flashed, and the unprepared Nararex was directly cut off of his head.

With a sword in his hand, Salorian said coldly: "What explanation do you want, the accomplice lackey of the undead scourge?!" (To be continued......)

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