With his dangling left hand resting weakly on the blade, Sargeras gripped the blade of his sword in spite of the scorching light, his emerald green gaze fixed on the calm eyes that suppressed the endless waves.

"It's almost ......," the hoarse and dull voice murmured in a low voice, full of pity and helplessness.

However, Lanros, who had stabbed the sword of justice into his chest, did not feel reassured. On the contrary, a cold snap creeps up the spine.

Without saying a word, Lanlos exerted force on his wrist and tried to flip the long sword and tear Sargeras's chest. However, the seemingly soft palm is like a mountain, unshakable!

"Just a little bit. Sargeras raised his head, the corners of his blood-stained mouth curled slightly, and the smile, sharp and sarcastic, said, "Almost, you succeeded." ”

Emerald green flames rose from the ground, like nimble snakes, clinging to Sargeras's muscular body, and along his arms, he quickly climbed up Adruin's sword.

The light dimmed.

Lanloth didn't back down, didn't even pay attention to the fire of evil energy that slowly crept up his hands, and endured the intense burning pain, he roared in anger to tear the other man apart with his blade. He had no other choice, he couldn't retreat.

Lothar obviously sensed that something was wrong, but just as he was about to swing his sword, the emerald green flames erupted and knocked him away.

"Ah!!h

It was like a giant python that had seen its prey, and the flames engulfed Lanloth's arms in one gulp. As the magic of chaos continued to tear at his flesh, the pain was intense from the outside in, penetrating his body and soul.

"I am the Titan, your Creator, yours, God. ”

With that deafening laughter, Sargeras slowly got up, slowly drew his dim golden sword, and looked down condescendingly at the mortals wailing in the flames.

"At the beginning of chaos, I once ruled all things!"

Boom –

The shimmering green glow bloomed under the canopy, and the waves of flames seemed to drown the entire observatory.

The flaming body slowly leaned down, and Sargeras brought the indiscernible face closer to the hideous Lanros, and let out the whisper from the abyss: "You can't stop me, mortal. ”

Raising his head, Lanloth struggled to open his eyes, and smiled at those eyes shrouded in the flames of chaos.

"No, you're nothing more than a wisp of Sargeras's wretchedness, a bluffing coward!"

Cut.

Pouting, Sargeras didn't say much, and his new right arm made of flames was raised high, obviously about to kill this unashamed little elf on the spot in the next second. However, he saw the incomprehensible joy on the other person's face.

Crash!

The sound of metal clashing suddenly appeared in my ears, and in the ominous green glow, a touch of blue and purple color seemed so out of place.

The arcane energy squeezed through the fire of chaos and turned into ankle-thick chains, crawling up to Sargeras's joints in the blink of an eye.

"I can't help myself!"

Hearing only a roar, a majestic aura of destruction was born.

But before that energy could be released, a strange spell suddenly appeared from under his feet, and with that faint white light, Sargeras once again lost control of his magic.

At the same time, as if a giant hammer had been smashed on top of his head, the floor under Sargeras's feet was shattered in an instant, and his feet sank deeply. The sudden magnification of gravity weighed him down, but that wasn't all.

The icy cold froze the air around him, and as the snowflake-like ice crystals fell, bucket-thick ice picks rose from all directions, hitting Sargeras's waist and joints.

The next moment, the purple chains seemed to be tightened by some unstoppable force. With a roar of pain, Sargeras's limbs were straightened by brute force, and he couldn't even move his neck.

It seemed that the pain of being torn apart by the five horses was constantly destroying his will, but he still opened those terrifying eyes and looked at the familiar faces not far away with murderous eyes.

"Yes, you ......"

"You can't escape, demon!" Antonidas raised his staff, the surging magic power setting off a storm around him, blowing his cloak high, and the awe-inspiring appearance of righteousness was reassuring.

With the help of Crassus beside him, those seemingly ordinary arcane chains brutally imprisoned this formidable foe.

Beside them were Karek, Kael'thas, Nochong, and the young apprentice with a worried face, and Khadgar, who was clinging to the Staff of Aetiesh, which had been retrieved with great difficulty. Next to him, a whirlpool projecting a ruined woodland narrowed.

The Staff of the Guardian of Etiyash is a powerful staff that has been passed down from generation to generation by the Guardians, but its strength is not as powerful as Elunis's incomparable vastness of energy, it is strong in its restraint against demons and otherworldly creatures.

It can be said that it is the strongest artifact of the spell system.

Creation, space, calling, teleportation, otherworldliness, and so on, all of which are elements of spell magic, can be perfectly represented with the Staff of Aetiesh, even if the caster is just a small apprentice, an ant who is not noticed by Sargeras at all.

Of course, opening the portal to bring all the archmages is a feat that a small person like Khadgar can boast about for most of his life, but that doesn't mean it doesn't come without a price.

In order to open the portal in the fastest time, he has almost exhausted all of his mana.

"Well done, young man. ”

Antonidas's praise showed irrepressible joy, but at the same time, his eyes couldn't help but be on the elf who was covered in burns.

The High Elf, who was able to give orders calmly even in times of crisis, had to rely on recklessness to hold Sargeras back?

Demon Lord, is it terrifying......

As if sensing Khadgar's compassion, the unnaturally thin Lanros raised his head.

Sargeras was suddenly stunned, even though the evil energy almost destroyed the other party's body, but those eyes were still so bright that he panicked!

As it turned out, he was right.

The chaotic aura that had dissipated in all directions stopped, like a whale sucking a cow's drink, and in an instant it returned to the center where it had been. Of course, there are some deviations. Their target is no longer their master, but the mortal in front of them!

As the pitch-black demonic wings covered the sky, everyone looked sideways.

The edges of the black body swayed like flames, dreamlike and illusory, but the destructive power could not be faked. Featherless wings, green tattoos, diagonals, hooves...... This is clearly the devil......

Ignoring everyone's surprise, the black demon faced Sargeras's complicated and stunned expression, bullied forward, turned his hands into claws, and plunged straight into the other's chest.

"I said, you're not a god. ”

With wild laughter, the power that Sargeras had used to deprive him of everything was now the other way around, madly depriving him of his power and soul.

"No!"

"No, Lanloth, kill him soon!"

It's not just Sargeras who is roaring, Crassus is also drinking his actions as he exerts his magic.

Of course, he wasn't jealous of Lanros taking the opportunity to improve himself. The red dragon knows that the devil is cunning and terrifying, this opportunity is not easy to come by, and the elven mage's approach is tantamount to giving the other party a chance to turn the tables.

However, Lanlos apparently did not listen to him.

The full-fledged soul harvester frantically seized the power of Sargeras, and Lanlos's originally depleted body was like a spring breeze, and his original leaning became stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, he could clearly feel that his connection to the Twisted Void was getting closer.

Although the demon's hometown is distorting the void, it does not mean that the distorted void is the demon's lair. The chaotic plane is filled with many things that cannot be explained by common sense, it is mysterious and unknown, and it has enough charm to make all casters forget about their lives.

At its simplest, that plane is filled with almost endless arcane energy!

This discovery has created even the most incomprehensible truth inquiry in the academic world. Is it order that creates chaos, or does chaos create order?

Perhaps only God can know this question.

All Lanlos knew was that as the connection deepened, his brain became clearer and clearer, and his thoughts seemed to be out of his body, rising and drifting away. In a trance, an invisible barrier blocked him, and what he longed for was hidden behind him.

In the past, he had tried to break through this barrier countless times, but he had failed each time. But he could feel that this time, with the assistance of this vast energy, he only needed to wave his hand lightly, and everything was at his fingertips......

"Lanloth, do it!"

A roar of rage interrupted the elven mage's thoughts, and just as he gathered his mind and wanted to move on to the next step, a violent sense of crisis hit his heart.

Bang!

The ice pick shattered, and the stout left hand dragged the chains, setting off a howling storm. Thankfully, thanks to the delay of the archmages, Lanloth spread his wings and escaped from Sargeras's attack range in time.

But no one rejoiced, and the Crassus and the others looked at the roaring Sargeras with almost desperate eyes.

Seeing the latter use his freed left arm to shatter the ice and chains that imprisoned his body, Lanlos no longer hesitated, and with a volley in the air, emerald green flames erupted violently from the tattoo, quickly swimming towards the position of his eyes.

As those wings spread out like two sharp blades piercing deep into the sky, the terrifying aura of destruction erupted in a roar!

The dazzling green flash caught everyone's attention, and in an instant, the unrivaled ray of destruction slammed into Sargeras's front door.