Countless stones infested with green evil energy are passing through the void battlefield guarded by the dragons, and thousands, if not billions, of light are falling towards Azeroth.

The Coalition Heroes are in the Tomb of Sargeras, gazing silently through Kil'Gardan's stereoscopic projections. They could have imagined what it was like to look up at the sky on the land of Azeroth at this moment, and it was both spectacular and poignant.

That every point of light is no longer just a fortress fragment. Imbued with the supreme evil power of Sargeras, they will turn into Hellfire Giants large and small, and become part of the Burning Legion.

In the forests of Elwyn that dot the industrial regions, in Lordaeron that has been reborn after destruction, in the snow-capped Frozen Throne of Northrend, in Darnassus, where grass has begun to grow after the catastrophe, in the shattered beaches that burn with raging war, in every region of the planet Azeroth.

When people look up, they see the incomparably large figure of Sargeras, which covers half the sky.

In this scene of the dazzling light of destruction, countless hellfires enter the atmosphere, and their own flames merge with the flames generated by high-speed friction, forming a long tail flame, which seems to fall slowly but quickly from the sky that has been covered by evil and cannot see the starry sky.

Like a raindrop of flames.

It was the glory of the end, the desperation before the destruction of the world.

Just as the Burning Legion has destroyed thousands of planets.

The end is coming!

There is no mortal world that can resist the power of Sargeras.

Not to mention the people and soldiers below, even the Coalition headquarters in Naxxramas is filled with pessimism and despair.

"Oh my God! The Pantheon is already empty. ”

"Our hero is trapped in the tomb of Sargeras, unable to enter. ”

"There is no news of even the greatest hero, Duke and his commandos. ”

"How can we mortals get out of such a desperate situation alone?"

Many of the girl's heralds were already sobbing quietly, and even the strongest officers could not help but tremble.

On the battlefield, the elder Mograini tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, and the force was so tight that his nails pierced his palms and oozing blood.

Marshal Brigitte Abydis blushed with an iron face, clutched the corner of her clothes with one hand, touched the armor on her abdomen with the other, and said nothing. There's a little life there.

Anduin Urien, Prince of the Kingdom of the Stormwind, burst into tears and looked up at the sky: "Father, Uncle Duke, didn't you say that you would end this long battle between good and evil in your hands?

Not many people can see that there is another scene in the Void Battlefield at this moment, and it is a giant dragon, countless dragons. If thousands of dragons fly over one of the Alliance capitals, they will have the same effect of obscuring the sky.

They spread their wings and swept silently across the void battlefield.

They went on a rampage, and the wreckage of countless Legion ships was knocked away and shattered, as if screaming out of the planet's synchronous orbit and sucked into the gravitational pull of Azeroth.

They're five-colored dragons!

A legendary creature that has guarded the skies of Azeroth for 25,000 years.

A beautiful green dragon looked into the void in the distance, and that was the direction of the planet Argus. Ysera muttered to herself, "Duke, get it done, or I'll have to go first." ”

Next to her, a slightly smaller black dragon flew by.

Ysera heard the voice of Onexia's babbling soul: "Bastard master, shameless master! If you want to lie to me, you will be deceived to the end! I am a big villain, and I will not hesitate to be your mount in order to survive." Don't let me finish until the end!, why don't I join the Burning Legion in the morning!?"

Complaining is complaining, and the action of flying towards the target is not slow at all.

And not just them, in the snow-covered Northrend keel wilderness. The dragon of death, who had been asleep for countless years, rose to his feet and crawled out of the tomb that was supposed to be their eternal resting place, and raised his head to the sky with a silent cry.

Countless dragons of death used the ability to fly granted to them by their shadow energy, and they burst into the sky and rushed towards the Temple of Dragon's Sleep. Because where is the only giant portal on the surface of the planet that leads directly to the Void Battlefield.

Uther, the third Lich King in this life and the strongest paladin ever, rode on the gigantic skeletal dragon. He led an army of bone dragons to fly alongside the living dragons from the Temple of Dragon's Sleep. Even against a super-gigantic Fallen Titan that mortal forces cannot match, he will lead the charge.

No matter how numerous the dragons are, they can't compete with a true Titan.

However, the dragons swept across the Void Battlefield and flew in the direction of Sargeras's head without hesitation.

At the other end of the planet's synchronous orbit, the massive fortress of Iserlon, moved its orbit for the first time since it was built. In the vast and empty headquarters, only the mages who have become spirits are busy manipulating the fortress.

In the command seat, Khadgar, the ill-fated archmage who was supposed to be the guardian of the planet, was smiling. As the core of the magic web, as a disciple of the astral mage Medivan, he is now fully capable of allowing his spirit body to escape to another planet in the universe.

But here he is, born as an Azeroth, and dead as an Azeroth ghost!

That's right!

Even if we are on the way to inevitable destruction, there will still be the last warrior in this world!

In the tomb of Sargeras, Kilgardan regretted it.

Because after a short pause, all the Guardians, the Gods of the Wilds, and the Heroes of the Alliance came together to attack him again.

"Why? You idiots, all facing despair and destruction! Why don't you beg for mercy? Kneel! Kneel down for me! Lord Sargeras and I are magnanimous, as long as you are loyal to the Burning Legion, you can continue to live!"

Of course, Kil'Gardan thought about saving himself, otherwise he wouldn't have wanted to run away in the first place.

However, he has never failed in the past 25,000 years, and in just 36 years, he has repeatedly hit a wall in Azeroth, various conspiracies have failed, and even the most relied on his lieutenant, the Ereda Twins, has taken refuge in the hateful Duke Marcus, and the successive failures have made his mind pathologically twisted.

He longed too to see the enemies who had given him defeat and frustration at his feet.

It was this obsession that ruined his last glimmer of life.

He didn't run away in the first place, which allowed Odin to seize the opportunity and throw a powerful spear of light that shattered his portal.