The deafening roar continued to roar, and the air pressure of almost infinite difference enveloped everything in its vicinity and continued to surge towards the location of the energy explosion. Rubble of all sizes swirled in a swirl under the strong traction towards the source of the sound, and the escaping arcane and chaotic energy were all attracted, and even the light was distorted and swallowed by the dark vortex.

That didn't last long, though. As the negative pressure of the space reached its extreme, the twisted vortex collapsed entirely.

Rumble!

Another deafening explosion, with everything in front of him suddenly and violently distorted, everything was completely crushed into powder by the plane's self-healing power.

In the center of the turmoil that gradually stabilized, Lanloth, who had broken away from his demonic form, held a divine shield that seemed to be weak, but could maintain its integrity in this level of strength, and couldn't help but tremble lightly because of the detachment, grasping Adruin, who had returned to normal.

In front of him, a large amount of green blood splattered everywhere. Due to its exaggerated traffic, it even did not pass the upper of Lanlos at one point.

The gaze continued to follow the flow of blood in one place, and a large body curled up in a near-prostrate position attracted all attention.

Because of this movement, the wide demonic wings hung very weakly in front of them, but they still could not hide the huge scar that stretched from the abdomen up to the shoulder, and the green blood that continued to flow out of the hideous wound.

Manolos's chest was not so much a wound as it was like a large piece of flesh torn off by something. Faintly, it seems that you can see the beating internal organs inside through the strangely colored blood flow.

Put it on other people, with injuries of this magnitude, they would have died violently on the spot. Luckily, Manolos is the Abyss Lord, the infantry tank of the Burning Legion.

Boom!

The giant blade was pestled to the ground, and Manolos slowly straightened up with the help of his double-headed sword. There was only a clanging of bells, and the armor on his chest was weakened to fall because the previous attack had severed the thick chains that hung from the shoulder pads.

Such a voice caught the attention of Lanlos, who also raised his head, revealing his pale and frail countenance.

Despite being a legendary spellcaster, casting a high-level nine-ring spell six times at once, and finally bringing together the power of twelve Calamity Black Blades, was beyond Lanloth's ability.

If it weren't for the presence of the Eye of Dalaran and Elunis, his fate would have been much worse than that of Manolos.

At the same time, look at it from another angle. After withstanding this level of attack and damage, Manolos could still stand up?

Before Lanlos could finish his surprise, Manolos picked up his double-headed sword with one hand and slammed it on the ground.

As an invisible hurricane swept through Lanlos's body, the latter suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation. At the same time, the battlefield on the periphery suddenly became extremely chaotic.

I saw that the green-skinned orcs, who had just been fighting with the sons of Lothar, fell to the ground one by one like wheat that had been harvested, and kept letting out hoarse and painful wails. Faced with such a porcelain scene, the soldiers of the alliance immediately distanced themselves to prevent fraud.

But in the next second, a dense green light like a spider's web suddenly appeared on the green-skinned orcs. The blood in his body surged like a terrifying wave, and with Manolos' sneer, the evil energy that mercilessly devoured the flesh and blood of the orcs passed through the ground and quickly converged towards the location of the destroyer.

The blood of demons once endowed the orcs with immense power, and with this power, the tribe defeated the draenei, and even seriously threatened Azeroth for a time. However, they apparently do not realize what equivalent exchange is. There is no such thing as pie in the sky.

From the moment they drank the blood of the demons, these orcs, who regarded honor and freedom as their supreme ideals, had become slaves of Manolos. Not just physically, even soul.

The power that once gave the orcs 'glory', but now, under the control of Manolos, he harvested the lives of the orcs without the slightest mercy, and then sacrificed them all to the Abyss Lord.

In an instant, there was an eerie silence on the outer battlefield. Among the bewildered sons of Lothar, the orcs who were still alive just now had all turned into skinny bones.

On the other hand, the life energy that flowed quickly against the ground, after constantly pouring into Manolos's body, the wounds of the Abyss Lord's chest that couldn't stop spurting blood actually healed at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

Finally hit this invincible demon hard, how could Lanlos let him recover?

With a flip of his wrist and golden flames surging across the sword, Lanloth was about to raise his sword and use the burning power of the divine fire to stop his target's healing. But just as he took a step, an extremely large torrent of energy suddenly erupted around him.

Bang!

The ground shook violently, and seven stout stone tablets suddenly rose from all sides, forming a ring around Lanlos in the center. And the sculptures on each stone tablet are so weird that they make people's scalps tingle.

Fruit-like succubi, bloated monsters with gaping mouths, imps stabbing crows to death with steel forks, sleeping bears with badly rotted bodies, furious dragons spitting flames, hydras with staggered necks biting each other, and angels with bony wings on their backs.

Lust, gluttony, greed, laziness, rage, jealousy, arrogance, and the sins of human roots are intertwined, bringing endless darkness and nightmares together on the mage.

Every time he saw one of the stone tablets, Lanlos could clearly feel a violent contraction in his heart. To him, these strange sculptures seemed to be alive, revealing endless sinful eyes firmly fixed on his movements, his soul.

At this moment, Lanloth's consciousness became more and more blurred. In a trance, he seemed to see the seven carved monsters break free from the shackles of the stone tablet, smirk as they approached him, and slowly wrapped their claws covered in mud and blood around his body.

Rumble!

The loud roar seemed to blow his head, and Lanloth instantly woke up, and the so-called monsters and blood all vanished, leaving only a few tentacles that protruded from the floor and climbed up his ankles and shackled all his movements.

As several arcane missiles came out of thin air and smashed several stone tablets, the bony tentacles that coiled around Lanloth's body obviously lost a lot of strength.

At the same time, a beam of hurricane-encased arrows and a golden hammer followed. After more steles were destroyed, the tentacles that imprisoned Lanlos were also largely paralyzed.

Breaking free of his left hand, Lanlos grabbed Elunis and swung sideways. Just listen to the successive whistling, and several huge fireballs crashed quickly and accurately into the remaining stone monuments.

In the burst of fire, Lanlos, who had broken free from his restraints, stumbled forward and fell. But just as his body was out of balance, a tall figure came to his side like lightning.

Planted into Aurelia's arms, Lanlos took a deep breath. Of course, he did not immerse himself at such a critical juncture, but through the infusion of oxygen, to dispel the vanity in his body.

"What is this?" Watching the shattered stele melt into mud, an instinctive wave of rejection and disgust rose in Aurelia's heart.

"The abyss of resentment. While standing up straight with the help of the other party, Lanlos used a deep voice to solve his doubts, "By using the terrible impression of demons and legendary monsters in our perception to create a dark realm, it will not only affect the mind, but also entangle and control all the actions of the recipient, and even, silently devour the life and power of the recipient for their own use." ”

"The double oppression, both physical and mental, is indeed the style that the devil likes. Behind them, Khadgar and Tulayan were late.

"There's no time for nonsense. Seeing that the son of Lothar who had a free hand was also quickly moving in this direction, Lanlos couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, "Manolos has been seriously injured, and these orcs alone are not enough for him to recover. Join me in putting an end to the atrocities of the Burning Legion......"

"You say, the end?"

Before Lanlos could continue to cheer up, a terrifying voice suddenly appeared. As the ferocious storm shattered the thick smoke in the sky, Manolos' terrifyingly large body gradually became clear before everyone's eyes.

"Do you think that numbers can hide your failures, your fears?" Manolos slowly approached with his thick feet as he slammed into the fragile psychological defenses of the crowd with a thunderous voice.

The overwhelmingly strong feeling of oppression multiplies as the distance closes.

"No, we have crossed the realms and conquered the realms. Hehe, only the weak, only the ants, will huddle together to keep warm! Your unity is only the blood-colored remnant sun before sunset, the last embers in the cold wind!"

"Fragile, useless. ”

Boom!

The huge soles of the feet stomped the ground, and the violent tremors seemed to run down the floor and crashed into everyone's hearts.

Facing the abyss lord with such a terrifying aura, the faces of all the alliance soldiers invariably showed fear.

"Really?" the long sword was placed on his shoulder, and Lan Luo put on a cynical attitude, his eyes full of mockery, "It seems that your wounds have recovered well, and you don't leak any air when you speak." ”

Lanlos's words drew attention away from Manolos' tall and hideous gaze, and focused concretely on the scar on his chest that almost split him in half.

In the first impression, people will always put people or other creatures that are much stronger than themselves in a perfect and unattainable position. Form a habitual thinking that 'because the other person is perfect, they are better than me'. It's an instinct, and it's not necessary to discuss good or bad here, what's really interesting is that, in turn, this thinking can be true.

If the other party is not perfect, if the other party has flaws, then the other party's position in other people's hearts will plummet in an instant.

As the saying goes, exposing people does not expose shortcomings, and hitting people does not slap their faces. Seeing that Lanros's sneer had succeeded in dispelling the fear on the faces of the sons of Lothar, Manoloston was furious, and he picked up his giant blade and pointed it straight to the sky.

I saw several brown-green thunderbolts exploding in the dark clouds, and several meteors shining with green flames fell straight down in the loud howl.

"For Azeroth, rush!"

The arrival of hellfire sounded the clarion call for war. Despite being mortals, the Children of Lothar knew that they were the strongest line of defense in Azeroth, and they did not show weakness in the face of the mighty Abyss Lords, in the face of the raging hellfire, and in the face of the demons that poured out of the gates of the Abyss.

There was no flinching.

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