Oakington's portal was in full swing, and the spell message from Shattrath reassured Maladal a little.

The orcs halted their attack, at least giving the draenei enough time, despite knowing that there might be some conspiracy.

"Archbishop, the portal has been formed. Lathorne stood at the edge of the magic array, and after carefully inspecting the completeness and connectivity of the node sequence, he nodded to Maladar behind him.

"Good. Taking the Arcane Crystal from his subordinates, Maladal carefully inserted it into the control panel, "Tell me, everyone get ready for battle, we are about to face a bitter and tragic war......

As soon as he spoke, Maladar suddenly felt that something was wrong, and at the edge of his vision, a green light that made his heart palpitate quietly flickered.

Arcane is almost compulsory in Eredar society, with a very high prevalence rate, and almost every elderly draenei knows a little bit about it. Maladar was horrified to find that the magical aura emanating from the teleportation circle was a huge deviation from the past.

In fact, even ordinary people who don't know anything about arcane can see that something is wrong.

The complex spell that had originally haunted the blue-purple glow began to emit an increasingly rich emerald green hue from the center, and that aura would not be unfamiliar to any draenei.

Evil power!

"What's going on?" After a brief moment of consternation, Maladar immediately rushed forward, "Quick, take out the crystal, close the control panel......"

Scold!

Two long, black, narrow sharp spikes suddenly appeared from the top of his head and thrust into the top of the archbishop's head at an extremely tricky angle.

There was no blood, only a sharp pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and the spikes of the heart invaded Maladal's body with majestic shadow energy, and for a while, the coldness spread all over his body, and he squatted down and almost fell to the ground.

"Giggles, archbishop, it took a lot of effort to build the portal, and it's too wasteful to close it like this, right?"

In the shadows behind, a slender figure slowly became clear in sight. Niami raised her right hand, and several ominous purple-black streamers lingered between her slender fingers. Behind her, the imprisoned soul priests also stepped out of the shadows one by one.

"How can you ......" Malada's face was filled with astonishment. Since the Arcane Prison was put into use, even those powerful demon lords and void monsters have almost guaranteed that there will be no escape from prison with a sufficient supply of crystal energy.

But Maladar also understands that now is not the time to dwell on this, and the other party is not stupid enough to tell him all this. Hurriedly put away the doubts and panic in his heart, lifted his long sword, and shouted at the assistant near the circle without looking back: "Lathorne, the portal will be handed over to you, and the others will drag these traitors with me." ”

"Yes. ”

Strange, how did Lathorne's voice ring in his ears? Wasn't he next to the portal?

The question mark had barely come to mind when Maladar suddenly heard the sound of something being torn, and subconsciously lowered his head, and a sharp blade soaked in blue liquid poked out of his chest.

"Pull ...... Thorne?" The physical sensation was far less intense than the tearing pain in his heart, and he struggled to turn his head, and Maladal's bloodshot bright eyes seemed to engrave in them the familiar face that showed a sinister smile.

This sword made him understand a lot of things.

He was responded to by a hoarse roar that made him desperate.

"Burning Legion, victory!"

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"My lord, the magic array has reacted. ”

Turning his head at the news, Tarongol looked at the clearing behind him with surprise on his face, and the complex and huge magic array gradually bloomed with a bright emerald green glow.

"Get in place! we must connect with Sagre at once and help the master open the door!"

The portal established by Oakington is only spatial magic that teleports in the same plane, and in order to connect the Warped Void to open the passage for the Burning Legion, more power and conditions must be required. That's why Tarongor and these Shadow Council Warlocks are here.

As soon as the words fell, dozens of orc warlocks stood at the edge of the circle in an orderly manner, and as the eerie incantations like the whispers of the devil came out, the filthy magic filled with the aura of destruction quickly poured into it.

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Feeling a different force pouring into Oakington, pouring into the portal at an extremely rapid speed, Maladal didn't have time to think about why the defense system didn't work, and bit the tip of his tongue and swung his sword with all his strength.

As the sharp blade struck, Lathorne decisively abandoned the weapon inserted into the opponent's body, and opened up the distance with a backjump.

Turning sideways, making sure that Nyami and Lathorne were included in their perceptions at the same time, Maladal had time to keep an eye on her surroundings. The escaped prisoners and the partially renegade draenei launched a deadly assault on the other soul priests who tried to interfere with the portal, and the whole of Oakington was filled with the sound of metal clashing and roaring with rage, and for a moment, chaos.

With his head down, Maladal didn't say a word, his armor-wrapped palm pressed the tip of the sword, and with a scalp-tingling roar, Lathorne's long sword was squeezed out of his body.

Blood stained his armor almost instantly, and the carved gold-patterned floor was also stained.

Using the power of the Shadow to stop the bleeding temporarily, Maladal lifted her head, revealing her rather frail face.

To his disappointment, neither Nyami nor Lathorne took advantage of the opportunity to attack. Both of them had been with the archbishop for a long time, and they knew that they could not be too vigilant about the spokesman of the deceased.

But it was precisely because of this that Malada's heartache almost broke him.

Two loyal fellows and companions who have followed him for so many years have actually chosen to betray! Moreover, he is also the Archbishop of the Soul Priesthood, known as the best and wisest diplomat and the most charismatic politician of Delaney.

Now it seems that it is simply ironic......

Clutching the sword in his hand, Maladar did not waste time with words at this critical juncture, like a cheetah that launched a surprise attack, instantly turned into an afterimage, with a howling wind, and went straight to the stern Lathorne.

Lunging forward, Lathorne raised an enchanted light shield and grabbed a one-handed sword picked up on the ground with his other hand, as if trying to launch a counterattack the moment his opponent was blocked. On the other side, Nyami was also ready to cast a spell with the goal of half a meter in front of Lathorne.

However, in the next second, the vague shadow of the galloping body turned into a cloud of purple-black smoke and slammed into Lathorne. In the latter's eyes, which were gradually obscured by smoke, there was a reflection of Maladal, who had suddenly appeared behind Niami using the Shadow Walk.

Compared with the gentleness and kindness in the memory, that cold and resolute face is inexplicably heart-wrenching.

Scold!

The wide blade left a perfect arc in the air, piercing Niami's waist almost without hindrance, but Maladar showed no joy and was greeted by a scream that almost tore his eardrums.

"Ah——!h

The noise of sharp claws scraping the blackboard was magnified countless times, and under the impact of this force, Maladal suddenly felt endless fear and panic surging in his heart, and subconsciously, he moved away from the other party at a very fast speed.

When he came back to his senses, what he saw was a figure completely submerged by the pitch-black streamer.

Niami's body seemed to be completely engulfed in black flames, and even though the archbishop's sword had just separated her body from top to bottom, not even the slightest blood spilled out. Even, the flat pitch-black fracture extended countless tiny tentacles, constantly intertwined with each other, and actually merged together in plain sight.

Void Form, a powerful spell that can only be mastered by high-level shadow spellcasters, can turn the recipient into a shadow lifeform for a certain period of time, immune to bleeding, poisoning, cripple and other effects, and at the same time, can greatly enhance the damage and effect of the recipient's shadow spells.

In such a state, Niami's psychic screams were able to cause even Maladar to completely withdraw from her spell cast due to fear.

Glancing at the teleportation circle that was nearly a hundred meters away from him, the archbishop's face became more and more gloomy. Even if he wanted to get to the control panel and close the portal with the full force of these two people, it would be very difficult.

"I didn't expect that, Archbishop. In the void form, Niami's voice seemed to come from the evil ghosts of the Nine Shadows, cold and ruthless, without the slightest fluctuation, "In addition to studying souls, my attainments in shadows have even surpassed you. ”

The filthy power even completely obscured the Soul Bounder's face, and she was like a dark void in human form, and the dark magic formed translucent black tentacles one after another, as if longing for something, constantly waving in the air.

"I've never underestimated your potential and talent, Nyami, and Rathorne. Glancing at the portal that was almost completely shrouded in green light, Maladal seemed to give up, loosening his tense body, the long sword in his hand pointed weakly at the ground, staring at the faces of the two for a long time, and slowly closing his eyes, "However, I am the archbishop." ”

An extremely subtle sound of wind suddenly appeared next to the portal, and the moment Niami and Lathorne turned their heads in horror, the breeze turned into a familiar transparent figure.

That's, Maradal?

No, it's his soul! But he's still alive?

The translucent sword was raised high, and the archbishop's soul seemed to be venting something, and he tried to open his mouth, accompanied by a silent and painful roar, and forcefully inserted the blade into the control panel that constantly glowed green.

With a succession of loud lights, the brilliance of arcane and evil energy shone intertwined, and the chaotic magic in the hall actually weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye.