In the Eastern Plaguelands, in the grasslands beyond the Hand of Tyr, the entire battlefield fell into an eerie silence.

The Scarlet Crusaders grew their mouths and looked in disbelief at the glowing arms of the Grand Crusader Dasohan, and Ethan Lien's chest pierced by the arms.

"Lord Dasohan, - how can this be?"

More than one person muttered, even those high-ranking people were at a loss, before today, no one had ever thought that a warrior as powerful as Da Sohan would be possessed by a demon, and many people even wished that what they saw in front of them was an illusion.

However, the truth will not change in the slightest because of this, one move stabbed Ethan Lion to death, Dasohan, no, it should be said that the Dreaddemon King Banazal turned around, and before everyone could react, he changed the true body of the demon, and then spread his wings and flew towards the sky.

"It must not have seen how its brother died!"

Mo Wen pursed his lips and said with some amusement.

Then another silvery-white meteor burst into the sky, and Banazal, who was about to flee, followed in his brother's footsteps.

"Seize it and avenge Lord Dasuohan!"

And at this time, watching the demon fall from the sky, the people of the Scarlet Crusader finally reacted, their eyes were red, they held their weapons, and rushed towards the demon who fell to the ground desperately.

Mo Wen didn't participate, a dreaded demon king is also a second-rate strength, and he was besieged by so many bloody crusaders, so he didn't need to make a move at all, and he didn't think about making a move.

Taking a few steps forward, Mo Wen walked over to Esenlien's side, who was now half-dying. The large hole in his chest was bleeding almost incessantly outward, forming a small pool of blood on the grass beneath him.

"Hey. You know, Ethan Leon. That Dreadlord was actually trying to kill Tyran? Fordin, if I hadn't temporarily proposed a change, then it would be him and not you who are lying here at this time! Half-crouching down, Mo Wen watched Ethan Lien walk into death with satisfaction, admiring his face distorted by his words.

"You, don't be complacent, you demon, even if I die, the Scarlet Crusaders will still hold on to the glory of the Light!"

With the last of his strength, Ethan Lien grabbed Mo Wen's palm. He said viciously, with a hideous expression on his face that didn't look like a priest at all, but more like a demon from hell.

But listening to his words, the smile on Mo Wen's face became even brighter, and he leaned down and whispered softly in Ethanlien's ear, "Speaking of this, I really want to thank you, Prosecutor Ethanlion!" If you don't go crazy. I can't do anything about you, and in the end, I can't say that I have to cooperate with an old fox like you to clear the Scourge Legion together, but now you are dead. The rest is much easier! ”

Saying that, Mo Wen's gaze swept over Bridget, who was standing in place with a blank face, and Tyran, who was frantically attacking Banazar in front of him? "After all, there's nothing easier than fooling a lost young lamb!" ”

"You can rest assured. Attorney General Ethan Lien, after today. I will surely make you a tragic example of demonic bewitchment, so that the warriors of the Scarlet Crusaders will never have to repeat your mistakes. I'll fix you all the policies that contain demonic conspiracy! ”

With a bright smile on his face, Mo Wen's mouth was filled with the most vicious words for Ethanlien.

"Nope! You can't! ――”

The Attorney General's face turned red, and he directly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then grabbed Mo Wen with all his might, but unfortunately his hand fell weakly after only halfway out.

At this point, Ethan Leon, the Attorney General of the Scarlet Crusaders and the de facto leader of the Hearthdale, died at the hands of demons.

Slowly pulling away Ethan Lien's tightly clenched palm, Mo Wen stood up and slapped his clothes twice leisurely, but his eyes looked at the sky in the distance.

"Okay, things are pretty much the same on Lordaeron's side, only the dog man and woman from the Scarlet Monastery are left!" ――

Kalimdor Continent, Demon Slayer Valley, a big battle is about to come to see the curtain of battle.

In the middle of the valley, two orcs confronted the saboteur Manolos, one of them very young, dressed in black armor and armed with a great hammer, while the other was a little old-looking, pigtailed, and holding a blood-colored axe.

Although the two orcs were also considered burly, they were still a little petite compared to the huge body of the destroyer.

A bloodthirsty smile split at the corner of his mouth, looking at the two orcs who came to him, Manolos said contemptuously: "Interesting, two little bugs, they even challenge my great destroyer Manolos?!" Haha, interesting, so funny! ”

A thunderous hum echoed through the canyon, and Manolos' powerful aura enveloped the entire arena almost instantly, overwhelming the people.

However, the orcs on the other side were not afraid, and they saw the young orc among them take a step forward, and the giant hammer pointed at the saboteur, "Demon, today is your end, and the Warsong Clan will surely recover from your blood curse!" ”

The old orc was even more direct, its eyes swept Manolos with disdain, and then he shouted violently: "Scrap with horns cut off, you have to pay for what you did before, no one can enslave me Gromash?" Hell roars! No one!! ”

"Look for death!" The words of Hell's roar angered Manolos, and it had always been his heart to cut off a long horn by Mo Wen in Lordaeron, and when it was mentioned again, Manolos' eyes turned red.

Bang!

The four hooves stomped on the ground, and the saboteur's massive body began to speed up, coming towards the two of them like a wild bull, as if it were about to overturn a small mountain, and the entire valley trembled in the charge.

"Not good!"

Thrall was shocked, but it didn't expect Manolos' body to have such speed, so he hurriedly threw the hammer in his hand, trying to block Manolos, but faced with this oncoming hammer. Manolos did not slow down, and directly waved his hand. The double-ended spear in his hand whipped the hammer away.

Manolos' strength has already reached the first-class level, and Sal is only second-level. You can't even stop it.

With a deafening roar, Manolos rushed in front of the two orcs, and the two-headed spear slipped from the air.

Rumble!

The ground cracked, rocks flew, and a powerful shockwave knocked Thrall and Grom over.

"It turns out that you two little worms are just good mouths!" As soon as the blow was successful, the saboteur looked at the two people who were knocked away and smiled contemptuously, kicking his limbs and hooves back and forth on the ground, and laughed loudly: "Is it only this kind of Cheng dù after drinking my blood, it's really a waste." You green-skinned fellows, obediently make dogs for our great Burning Legion, and maybe you will be left with a life! Now ??????"

The words of disdain made Gromash fall to the ground? Hell's roar instantly turned his eyes blood-red.

"You—How dare you!"

The old orc struggled to get up from the ground, his hands tightly gripping the legendary battle axe in his hand and roaring, "You dare to humiliate the great orc clan so much, and want to deprive us of glory and freedom!" Demons, I sue you, no one can enslave orcs. We orcs - never, no, for, slave! ”

Roaring loudly, the muscles of Hellroar's body swelled strangely, and a large number of green tendons on it burst open, and then the blood roar on its hands began to tremble. As if resonating with something, the divine weapon that sealed the hearts of the six Gorons was strangely dyed with a layer of blood light, and the flowing light was as deep and viscous as a sea of blood.

"-Hah!"

With an angry shout. Hell roared and slammed his feet to the ground, then leaped to his feet. They slashed at Maloneos with their axes.

In the face of such a powerful blow, Malones's face also changed slightly. The double-headed spear in his hand was about to stop the blow of the Hellroar.

However, the next moment, Malones' eyes suddenly widened, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Without any barrier, like a smooth curve, the blood roar in Hellroar's hand sliced through its two-ended spear with ease, and then slashed into its chest with unabated momentum.

Bang!

The saboteur's massive body actually stood up, two front hooves raised into the sky, and the back kick took a few steps backwards.

"This, how is this possible, I will die at the hands of such a little worm, I, I don't accept it! I'm not convinced??????"

Looking at his chest, Maloneos shook his head and muttered reluctantly.

On its chest, the small half of its body, including its arms, was deeply immersed in the flesh and blood of the destroyer, and the blow of the hellish roar cut a thick wound nearly a meter deep in Maloneos, and through the wound, you could even see the wriggling heart in the saboteur's body!

"Miscellaneous, miscellaneous, let's die together!"

"Ahh

The destroyer, who knew his body well and knew that his heart was broken, and that he had no trace of life, looked up to the sky with a roar, threw away his broken spear with both hands, and covered his chest with death. Hell's roar pressed hard into itself.

"-No!"

Thrall, who had just gotten up from the ground, saw that Malones's body swelled strangely.

Rumble!

The next moment, an earth-shattering explosion sounded in the Demon Slayer Valley, and the powerful shock wave directly lifted the orc chief who had just stood up out again.

And at the same time as this explosion occurred, in the dense forest not far from the valley, an old man in cloak who had been watching the battle sighed slightly, he slowly turned around, and said to the night elves behind him: "Grom? Hellroar is dead, High Priest Tyrande, this time you should agree to an alliance with the Orcs and Terrans! The Burning Legion is too powerful for any of you to deal with alone! ”

Hearing what he said, the High Priest with the longbow in hand smiled lightly, "This is nature, Lord Prophet, the strength of the Burning Legion, we Night Elves have never forgotten it, but-" Her voice paused slightly, and then said helplessly, "Grom? Hell Roar and his clan are the murderers of my lord's heir, the great demigod Cenarius, after all, but my sacrifice as the god of the moon cannot be left alone! ”

"Hate ?????" The Prophet shook his head, but said nothing more with a helpless expression, and Tyrande didn't want to irritate the other party anymore, his eyes glanced at the motionless Hell's Roar lying among the corpses on the ground, confirmed that the other party was indeed dead, and turned away.

It's just that Tyrande, who left, didn't notice it, but the eyes of Illidan, who was standing behind her and holding the meniscus blade, kept flickering.

"Strength!" The Demon Hunter muttered softly, but there was a hint of longing in his eyes.

The saboteur Maloneus, who was still at the peak of his second-rate strength and watched him die at the hands of the Roar of Hell, completely overwhelmed his scruples and occupied the heart of this prisoner who had been imprisoned for 10,000 years.

"I need strength to protect Tyrande, and I hope this trip to Pherewood Forest will be rewarding!" (To be continued......)

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