"My lord, the magic has been cut off!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Talungor roared in anger as he tried his best to infuse the circle with his magic, but even though his face was almost black, he couldn't stop the passage to the twisted void from collapsing.

"Damn, you incompetent bastards! Quick, fight for your lives to protect the passage!"

"But ......"

"Shut up!" saliva almost splashed in the other man's face, and Tarongor's face was bruised, and the hideous face made the orc warlock who wanted to give an opinion bury his head in a daze, and he was engrossed in the work at hand.

If there is one of the most brutal members of the Shadow Council, the first thing that comes to the minds of the Warlocks is not Gul'dan, a sinister leader who knows how to buy hearts and minds. But Tarongol is different, although he used to be a shaman, he is more like a berserker, advocating the use of violence to solve everything, and any orcs who oppose him will be subjected to bloody and cruel revenge and blows.

Therefore, the big guys have poured magic into the magic circle as if they were desperate.

Under this desperate overdraft, they were pleasantly surprised to find that an extremely powerful force had seized the end of the spatial passage that was constantly collapsing.

However, what they didn't know was that the teleportation circle within Oakington had fallen into a state of irreversible collapse, and it was impossible to connect to the twisted void where the demon was located. It's like building a highway from one city to another and being cut off, at most, it's just a service station or an unknown village.

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A sword destroyed the control panel, and without looking at the teleportation circle that was on the verge of collapse under the impact of chaotic energy, Maladar's soul dissipated with the wind and returned to his body again.

"Your plan has failed. Raising his sword, the archbishop's icy eyes brought the two into his gaze at the same time, "Surrender." ”

There was no more pity or grief in Maladal's gaze, and with this sword, he not only cut off the teleportation spell, but also pierced through his own mercy that had been trampled in the mire.

"Niami, it's time for us to go. Lathorne looked at the teleportation circle that was gradually losing its luster, was silent for a long time, and said very unwillingly.

"Anyone who stands in the way of the legion will die!" However, the Soulbinder did not listen to him, and the majestic void energy continued to rise from her body, and the dark and evil aura seemed to turn into a giant beast, trying to completely swallow the Maladal who stood still in place in front of her.

Shaking his head, Lathorne didn't say anything, and rushed into the distance with his loyal subordinates. His choice was right, Maladar is the Archbishop of the Soul Priests, don't forget where they are now.

This is Oakington, full of Delaney souls close to Maladal, fighting him is equivalent to fighting the entire mausoleum, and Lathorne is not so stupid, nor is he so anxious to seek death.

Konyami was different, hatred and anger had gradually transformed her under the rendering of the vast void energy.

Looking at the Soul Bound Soulbinder, who had almost lost his mind, Maladar shook his head silently, like an executioner about to be executed, raising his long sword, unleashing an unstoppable killing intent, and the anger and roar of countless Heroic Spirits. Pale translucent streamers poured out from all directions, converging on the blade with extremely exaggerated speed and might, and as the inexplicable solemn aura reached its peak, the incantation in Nyami's mouth suddenly stopped.

She was frightened? No, in the air, something seemed to be missing.

Oh yes, the voice, gone......

Perhaps it was the restless soul power that attracted attention, but no one noticed that the teleportation circle, which had been dimmed, suddenly emerged with a strange aura. It's not arcane, it's not evil, but it conveys an ancient and terrifying oppression.

Even the air around him seemed to be in fear, constantly trembling, turning into waves visible to the naked eye, and quickly spreading throughout Oakington.

The surrounding voices were hindered by this force, and they completely lost their tracks, and everyone, not even their own heartbeats, could not be heard, and it seemed that the eardrums were silently stripped away.

By the time everyone noticed, it was too late.

In the central circle, a cloud of twisted air suddenly soared. No, it wasn't air, it was some kind of transparent creature that couldn't even dodge air.

A pair of eyes larger than wheels suddenly appeared, and as Maladar gazed at them, the countless souls gathered around him suddenly erupted in terrifying screams, penetrating deep into the souls and almost tearing him apart.

However, before he could react, the whole of Draenor trembled. It's like, it's like the fear that this creature is stepping into its body, and it's so panicked that it wants to squeeze it back with all its might.

However, it was clear that the creature would not follow her will so easily. Ostracized by the whole world, it suddenly erupted into a silent roar, and the sky exploded as the impact of materialization hit everyone's bodies, and before the draenei could feel the tearing pain, the sky exploded.

An invisible force erupted from the center of Oakington, shattering everything in its path.

The walls, leaves, branches, and even the earth were all crushed. In an instant, Oakington, and the vast jungle around him, vanished......

A belated howl came from the mournful wind, and he struggled to crawl out of the dust, and Tarongor stared ahead in amazement. It was empty, and the originally sacred and solemn mausoleum was completely in ruins.

Although it was only for a moment, it made him have a bold conjecture, this power, I don't know if it can be compared to the master?

Trembling all over, burying a dangerous longing deep in his heart, Tarongor found that his so-called thirst for power seemed so cowardly in the face of such power.

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The pale soul dissipated with the wind, and soon, a distraught Draenei appeared in sight. As if his strength had been drained, Maladar stumbled to his knees, his godless gaze slowly sweeping around.

Nothing was left but ruins and endless dust.

He opened his chapped lips as if to scream, but from the mouths of the surviving souls, it was all in vain. Apart from him, there was no living thing in a radius of miles.

How could it be? In the blink of an eye, his duty, his fellow citizens, his faith, everything was gone.

How could it be......

The eyes that had been haunting with a faint glow were like dead people, gradually losing their color, and the spokesperson of the deceased repeated the shape of his mouth over and over again, as if he was muttering something, but no one could hear it clearly, no one could hear it.

There was only one sound left in the entire sky, the wails of countless new souls, as if they were about to pierce his eardrums and tear apart the only thing he had left.

Lose all your worth.