Next to the portal, Gul'dan was a little puzzled at first, he had always thought that it would be his master's deity who would come to support him with so much energy, but the obviously more violent aura made him dispel this idea.

At the same time, after the opponent killed the flame bird in one blow, the doubts in his heart were completely occupied by the worship and desire for this supreme power.

No matter who it was, he was sure that this creature would be able to easily bring victory to the tribe!

While everyone was still deeply shocked by the death of the huge creature, within the twisted vortex, the other palm of the creature poked out of the portal as if through a curtain of water, and slapped lightly towards the chaotic group of orcs.

Boom –

The wild hurricane smashed into the crowd like a heavy hammer, and with a series of terrible wails, dozens of strong orcs were sent straight away, and when the flying dust settled, the embarrassed figure of Lanlos appeared in sight.

In the middle of a clearing, Lanros stared at the brown-green portal, trembling uncontrollably.

Akmund, the Polluter, he is one of the generals and supreme commanders of the Burning Legion. He once served in the Eredar Three, and under his rule with Kilgardan and Viren, Eredar conquered all of Argus, and even extended his minions to the multiverse for a time.

He is very similar to Gul'dan, for him, the existence of the mortal race is meaningless, and the only thing he respects and recognizes is power and authority. Unless his opponent is stronger than him, he will never consider a compromise.

Rather than intrigue, Akmund was more than willing to use direct force, brutally sweeping away all creatures that did not obey the will of the Burning Legion.

He is the most powerful blade of the Legion.

However, as far as Lanlos remembers, it is impossible for the Polluter to appear in Draeno at this time!

How is it possible? How can such a powerful creature teleport across borders without the slightest warning? At the expense of reducing its strength, the other party has just killed a legend with a single finger of death!

'No, that's not the momentum that a mere seven-ring spell can create. As he was at a loss, Elunis's deep voice came to his ears. Obviously, the ever-arrogant arcane creature had to nervous in the face of the polluters.

'That's a legendary spell!'

Legendary spells are powerful spells that transcend the limits of the magic web, they can change the world, steal the sky, and even turn time and space upside down.

The High Death Finger, in Elunis' words, can be intuitively regarded as a twelve-ring spell if it is equipped with the grading criteria of the Azeroth Magic Net.

A spell that kills a giant legendary creature in an instant......

This kind of power is not something that he can shake as a mortal.

Looking into Ereda's eyes through the whirlpool, the shiver on Lanloth's body suddenly disappeared. For the first time, he felt that he was so weak, so weak that he didn't even have the qualifications to fear......

With the wail of the whole world, Akmund's face gradually became clear in the eyes of the orcs.

"You, mortal, I see you. Casting his eyes on Lanloth, the corners of the polluter's mouth curled up slightly as his mood fluctuated, and the air around him suddenly darkened.

As if in the swamp, Lanlos found that it was even difficult for him to breathe just by the indifferent gaze.

"The Legion appreciates your potential, come, offer your soul and loyalty. ”

Unpretentiously indicating his intentions, Akmund kept squeezing out of the door little by little.

As more and more of the other party's body entered this world, the sweat droplets on Lanlos's forehead became denser and denser.

He must be stopped!

What's the solution?

Lanloth's brain was racing rapidly, but soon, he sadly discovered that all stratagems, plans, and ideas were nothing more than mayflies shaking trees in the face of absolute power.

No, wait...... There is a possibility......

A flash of green light flashed through his mind, and Lanloth was just about to think about it, when the deathly silence around him was shattered by a blue-purple flash of light and a roar that broke through the sky.

Although it did not cover the sky and the sun like the legendary spell just now, the unbridled surging arcane energy, like a wild beast out of the cage, rose into the sky, shattering a large area of dim clouds.

Under the horrified gaze of the orcs, a corner of the Hellfire fortress burst into flames.

Akmund frowned, turning his head. As the former leader of Eredar, he was familiar with the aura of the arcane.

Viren's courage is really not small, and he actually organized a counterattack when he knew that the army was intervening, which is interesting.

The smile on the polluter's face widened.

He is not as patient as Kilgardan, and for countless years, he has been so irritated by the Draenei's slippery head that he even disdained to participate in their hunt. Because he knew that as long as Sargeras's wish to destroy the realms was fulfilled, one day, these exiles would have nowhere to go.

But now it seems that he can go head-to-head with them in advance.

Thank me, Kil'Gardan, I will crush the heads of our betrayers with my own hands, and the time for Viren's death has come!

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Looking at Akmund, who turned his head and laughed, a strong sense of humiliation welled up in Lanlos's heart. Also, in the face of an ant-like mortal, he, the leader of the Burning Legion, didn't need to pay much attention at all.

I'm sorry, I can wipe out your whole clan with one slap......

Most people, under the oppression of despair, collapsed and fell, and in the face of the so-called fate, they could only be killed and powerless to resist. However, there are always a small number of people who think differently.

Since both horizontal and vertical are one death, why not gamble?

Anyway......

Lanlos slowly reached out and grabbed the blindfold, and his face twitched, although very reluctantly, but he could vaguely make out that it was a smile.

If you lose, you don't lose, you win and you earn blood!

"Huh?"

Sensing the familiar aura, Akmund straightened his gaze and looked at the elf with the boring eyes of an adult looking at a toddler's animation: "The Resistance Legion is the stupidest decision you've ever made in your life. ”

"That's what you say. For some reason, when Lanloth decided to take a gamble, his restless mind was surprisingly calmed, "I've been hopelessly stupid. ”

Call!

The vast amount of energy that had filled the air because of the Arcane Bomb seemed to be attracted by a giant magnet, and it poured into Lanloth's body as if it had gone crazy, rendering the hideous tattoos on his body brighter and brighter.

With Elunis' assistance, the Sagrit's Keystone's ability to absorb arcane energy was expanded to an astonishing extent, sending ripples through Akmund's uninteresting eyes.

"Interesting staff, I smell a powerful force, and even I feel a little wary. Looking at the Staff of the Protector that appeared in the other party's hand at some point, Akmund gave an approving expression, and then shook his head, "Unfortunately, it wasn't you. ”

Holding the portal with both hands, Akmund let out a low roar that shook the forest, almost crossing most of his body across the vortex.

However......

"That's it, Akmund!" The wild energy continued to rise, and Lanloth's robe was torn to shreds by the waves set off by a roar of rage, and the exposed evil energy tattoo shone with a bright emerald green light, like a flowing river, surging towards the location of his eyes at a rapid speed.

Seeing that the empty eye sockets after the other party took off the blindfold were filled with a huge amount of chaotic energy, Akmund couldn't help but straighten up a little, and while giving out his approval, he pointed forward slowly: "Good means, but unfortunately, mortals, after all, are just mortals, you can't stop the will of the legion." ”

It was as if the entire space had exploded, and monstrous green flames rushed from all directions, roaring and drowning the elven mage who stood motionless. At the same time, the surrounding orcs erupted into panicked roars and kept fleeing into the distance.

Rumble!

The deafening explosion once again resounded throughout the fortress, and I don't know if it was an illusion, as if it was even more exaggerated than the power brought by the arcane bomb just now.

Looking at the clearing that had been flooded by demonic fire, Akmund let out a sneer of disdain, not showing even the slightest sympathy for the innocent orcs who had died tragically. But soon, he was stunned.

The overwhelming fires of evil energy stopped spreading in all directions, and as a gust of wind poured out from the center, they turned out to be contrary to the principles of physics, and continued to flow back towards the center.

There, a glimmer of golden light seemed so dazzling.

And what really made Akmund frown was the unscathed black demon shrouded in that disgusting holy light.

"I will be grateful for your help, Akmund. Hoarse as the roar of a beast echoed, Lanlos struggled to prop up the demon's wings behind him, and with a quick flick of his legs, which turned into hooves, the whole person soared into the air, "But now ......"

"Go back to your void!"

Hoarsely venting the flames in his heart, Lanlos leaned forward, and the chaotic magic that was so thick that it almost dripped down instantly exploded, like a soaring dragon in the sky, galloping away in the direction of Akmund.

Although the other party's action of absorbing his magic power did surprise him, it was not enough, it was not enough to stop him from Akmund's steps!

"All your efforts have been in vain. "Just by reaching out, the polluter didn't even put his armor in front.

As his plain voice came out, the pitch-black streamer that lingered with green flames came.