A faint glow of magic appeared on Akmund's broad palm, but to his surprise, the huge eyes did not choose themselves as targets.

Boom –

In Akmund's astonished gaze, a torrent of furious energy swept across his palm, slamming into the curved pillar of the portal.

"No!" The polluter's eyes widened as he watched as the pillars of the portal, protected by the magic of chaos, were mercilessly torn apart by the beams. However, what really made him so hoarse was that the twisted energy vortex, under the collision of this energy impact, was actually going against the tide with an unstoppable trend!

The force so strong that even Akmund couldn't resist contracted from the outside in, and the Polluter, who had just poked half of his body out of the portal, continued to retreat in the direction he had come from as the vortex shrank.

"This can't ......" Akmund moved forward with his hands and feet, trying to bring his entire body into the world before the portal closed, but as the vortex contracted, he moved further and further away from this world.

"This power does not belong to you, mortal!" Unable to resist the repulsive forces of the entire world, Akmund erupted into a roar of rage, but unlike the earth-shaking power at the beginning, his voice was gradually moving away from this world.

The whole person fell to the ground, and Lanlos didn't even have the strength to put the blindfold back on. However, hearing the increasingly weakened roar, his sweaty face pulled into a relieved smile.

It is not for nothing that Sagrete is called the Keystone, as long as it is there, the demon will not want to descend on the material plane easily.

Even the three masters of the Burning Legion were repulsed, and Lanlos couldn't help but feel proud in his heart. Then, as if in revenge, he didn't focus on Akmund anymore, but turned to the bewildered orcs nearby.

Now, just find a way to get out of here......

I don't know when it started, perhaps realizing that no matter how much he tried to break through this collapsed portal, it would be in vain, Akmund stopped his meaningless catharsis and resumed his indifferent gaze to look directly at the mortal: "You will pay for it!"

His heartbeat suddenly stopped, and Lan Luo subconsciously turned his head, and what was greeted by a scarlet lightning that was so dazzling that he couldn't look at it directly.

Although the Holy Shield Technique was still on him, in the face of such a terrifying destructive magic, Lan Luo Subconsciously stretched out his hands and crossed them in front of him.

Bang!

As if tempered glass was shattered, a crisp sound instantly spread throughout the entire fortress.

The Holy Shield Technique, known as the invincible turtle shell, has broken ......

Time seemed to slow down indefinitely at this moment, and the finger of high death was like a nimble and fierce viper, squeezing through the broken golden film little by little, and the fangs symbolizing death were exposed to the elf's chest with hunger and thirst.

There was no fear on Lanloth's face, he was still immersed in the heavy blow of the Holy Shield being broken.

This, how is this possible?

What's more, the golden mark on his forehead, because of this unstoppable impact of force, was actually full of cracks, and with the wind, it drifted away little by little.

I R......

Once again, the scarlet glow flooded the sky, and everything fell silent.

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"It's you, Gul'dan, it's you who interfere with the sacred Mak'gora!" waved his arms to knock down the orcs who were huddled in front of him, and Grom roared with blood and angrily approached the warlock.

However, the latter did not use all kinds of big reasons as usual, but looked blankly at the portal next to it, which had completely collapsed and lost all its luster.

Not to mention that the other side of the door is the maintenance of his own master, during this time, the orcs have gathered a large number of expensive materials to forge such a tall and sturdy teleportation device. But now, he was stunned by that thin otherworldly person, a look in his eyes?

And with the intervention of such a powerful creature as Akmund?

Could it be that the strength of that guy is even stronger than that of the master?

No, how can this ......

"Bastard!" "Bastard!" grabbed the opponent's collar with his thick palm, and the hellish roar dragged the opponent into the air like a chicken, "Speak, Warlock!"

Breathing hard and the suppressed howl of blood in his ears took effect, and Guldan's dilated pupils finally focused. But now, he really didn't have the energy to pay attention to Grom, so he just glanced lightly, and once again focused his attention on the charred clearing.

The otherworldly man named Lanloth didn't even have ashes left.

Ignored by a weak man, the hell roar surged in his mind, and with a loud shout, he actually threw the other party to his feet and picked up the tomahawk directly......

"Stop!" grabbed the axe raised high in time, and the black hand held down Grom, who wanted to break through himself, "Don't be carried away by your anger, our enemies are not compatriots!"

"Compatriots?" the Great Chief stepped in to stop him, and Hellroar finally calmed down a little, and looked at the orc warlock who was sitting on the ground with a confused face, and he let out a sneer, "This kind of waste is not worthy of being called an orc." ”

Rubbish?

The word pierced Gul'dan's soul and unveiled his hatred and anger at the tragic memories of his past. Slowly rising, the warlock stared into the beast's eyes without fear: "Chief Warsong, I respect the honor you have created for the tribe and the orcs, but, that was in the past. ”

"The current of the tribe is what I have won by sacrificing everything I have given to you, and you are not qualified to deny my worth. ”

"No one can!"

Without waiting for Grom's response, Gul'dan, with this burning rage, turned to face everyone and let out a hoarse, deafening roar: "I will assist the tribe and raze Shatrath!"

"The shame that the tribe has suffered today, they will pay back a hundredfold!"

Roar –

Looking at the excited orcs, the black hand's brows furrowed inadvertently, and he silently looked at Guldan's rickety back.

This warlock was smarter than he thought, no, cunning in the or, it should be said. He wisely did not enlighten Grom in this state, but chose to turn all the contradictions against their common enemy. This shift in the concept of the overall situation of unanimity with the outside world is really beautiful, so beautiful that it makes him feel threatened.

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"Prophet, the fluctuation just now ......" Akama bowed slightly to the figure on the edge of the terrace, and whispered with confusion.

Viren just shook his head slightly, without giving the other party a chance to ask in depth: "Have our people been pacified?"

Akama nodded: "Luckily that high-frequency energy pulse wasn't aimed at us, unfortunately ......"

Raising his head, Akama's face was so solemn that people couldn't help but take their breath away: "Its scope is the entire Draenor. ”

"It's okay, it's all over. Viren was silent for a moment, then spoke softly, not knowing whether to comfort the other party or herself, "Go down, we may need to help the refugees find a suitable shelter." ”

"Isn't Shattrath okay?"

"Here...... We may not be able to hold on......"

When the footsteps in his ears died down, Viren looked down. The criss-crossed streets are arranged according to a certain pattern, neat and beautiful. All kinds of high-tech houses spread from the center to the distance. Purple and blue crystals are everywhere in sight, and even in the middle of the afternoon, the city still shines as brightly as the sun.

How beautiful is that......

Viren thought so, his eyes that lingered with a faint glow revealed uncontrollable sadness.