Chapter 642

On the battlefield of shadow Moon Valley, 70000 demons have been fighting with the prepared dead spirits and warriors of all ethnic groups.

The destruction that should have been destroyed has now turned into an intolerable tug of war.

The demons of the Burning Legion are still as fierce, as brutal and as frightening as before, but when their aura of "invincibility" is completely broken, they are just a group of tyrants.

You know, fighting a war of attrition, once a natural disaster of the dead, now the night watchman is not afraid of any opponent!

A huge ice dragon quietly across the battlefield, with a Black Rose Crown Uther coldly looking at the shadow Moon Valley on the ground of the crisscross battle situation, fate let him from life to death, and stood on the highest point of death, when he closed his eyes, you can see the whole night watchman that in this side of the world dense bright spot.

That's his power now. Every undead is an extension of his will,

They are like a black torrent, breaking everything, no matter what is in front of the devil, or anything else, under this torrent, will be completely submerged.

"What do you see, Arnel?"

Uther stood on the top of the bone with both hands leaning on the verdict of death. His black cloak was blown by the cold wind. Beside him, the child who was also wearing sarongye iron armor and a small black crown on his head... Er, it should be a young man who was not much different from Anduin who was observing this cruel battle in his own way.

There are two long swords covered by cold ice hanging around his waist. The frost does not affect the sharpness of the blade, and even adds more fatal frost damage to it. The most important thing is that the double swords made from the fragments of frost sadness of the cut magic sword also have some characteristics of frost sadness.

To show its sharpness by biting blood, to achieve its power by biting soul!

Hearing Uther's low voice, mishilsa Anell said respectfully,

"Master, I see death, unstoppable death!"

"Alas..."

Uther's left hand rested on his disciple's head. "It's not enough... Just death, it's not enough."

"We are death itself, but don't forget why we wave the sickle of death. For a brighter future, we fall into the darkness, we embrace the darkness, we kill for protection, we hope for despair, we chant for destruction."

"You are very talented, your talent even makes me feel fear... But anel, with your inner tenderness and will to guard, don't go on the old road of Alsace."

Uther took his hand back and waved it,

"Go, Arnel, gather your strength, show your fangs, and then carry out your verdict!"

Anell's face flashed a trace of maturity that didn't match his age. He stepped back slightly and bent over to salute,

"Yes, tutor!"

The black steel armour brushed the sky, and a black fog appeared next to Anell, followed by the sound of horse hooves. Anell turned over and rode on his invincible horse. He held the reins tightly, and the figure of Kariya crossed his mind.

"Sister, my last relative, I will not allow anyone to hurt you and your world..."

At this moment, the ragged meat wings of the black undead chariot suddenly unfold, and anel and his chariot jump up from the ice dragon. At this moment, all the undead in the northern part of the battlefield look up to the sky. In their eyes, the fire of the ice blue undead seems to feel some kind of tyrannical will at this moment, The blue flame turned into a frightening blood red.

At this moment, the violent natural disaster of the dead seemed to return to this land again.

"Miso"

When the double swords come out of the scabbard, Anell's silent will sweeps all the spirits of the dead. His voice rings out in the spirits of the dead, as cold as the frost that freezes everything.

"Tear, swallow... Soldiers, drown them!"

"Roar!"

At this moment, the silent undead roared furiously. If the demons in the first half saw the defense of the undead, now they see the most violent side of the undead.

Shield out, sword out!

The fierce abyss Lord brutalus, as the commander of the northern part of the battlefield, this savage guy has felt his patience has reached the limit.

Brutalus is the most powerful abyss lord except the destroyer malonus. He has spent his whole life on the battlefield. He has been cut off the wings of the abyss Lord, and his body is covered with all kinds of scars. He looks like an old man. But when brutalus raises the sword on his fists, even malonus has to fear three points.

This old guy is a real destroyer. In his life, the planet he destroyed is remembered in plural.

Looking at the demons under his command being forced to retreat by a group of corpses, the fire of soul burning above the inverted triangle of brutalus is even more crazy. He can no longer stand it. This kind of tug of war that can not be destroyed by a single blow is like a loud slap in his face.

"This is a shameful failure! It's a shame! You weak guys! If you can't die on the way to charge, you can die in my hands! "

Brutalus howled and raised his fists. The dark green evil energy converged in his palm, just like a hot meteor. The demons in front of him who could not break through the front of the undead smashed in the past. When the hot and terrible meteor fell to the ground, the exploding evil energy burned everything in front of him.

A huge depression appeared on the ground of shadow Moon Valley, feeling the feeling of the slaughter in front of him. Brutalus' blood flow was faster, and his four strong hooves began to run on the ground. The tail full of spines, like a giant dragon, swung back and forth, smashing the demons and the undead away, leaving cracks on the ground.

"Die, die, die!"

Brutalus's two fists are like the most fierce Raiders. No matter they are walking corpses, ghouls, abhorrence, death knights, or skeletal giants, they are all smashed under this kind of brute force that surpasses mortals. After brutalus goes on the stage in person, the formation of the night watchman is torn open for the first time.

Similarly, the demon guards, who were frustrated by the attack and were anxious, followed their commanders and launched a wave of counter charge. Brutalus wantonly enjoyed the slaughter. He looked back at the Legion portal guarded by the demons. When he saw a green star shining in the center of the portal, Then, when it rapidly expanded into a mysterious and gorgeous light curtain storm, the abyss Lord gave a loud laugh,

"Our reinforcements are coming! This sad world is about to be

"Bang"

Before his words were finished, a red light lit up from the portal of the Legion and approached. The phantom of a flaming giant of magma rushed out of the light curtain. The giant held a huge hammer which was also flaming in his hand, and hit the demons swarming in front of the portal.

The next moment, the earth split, hot magma from the cracks, will be caught off guard by the demons swallowed.

A rude voice resounded through the battlefield after the shadow of the king of the burning devil dissipated,

"Ha ha ha, surprise or not? Is it unexpected? "

Brutalus's eyes almost stare out of his eyes, but sorison, the black iron king, who came out of the portal carrying the hand of the hot devil, waved his hand. The next moment, the steel viku of the tall iron Legion rushed to the scared demons from the three re ignited portals.

Their chaotic brain can't imagine why these Azeroth soldiers would rush out of their Legion portal, which is another world!

"Your retreat is over..."

The black iron King shakes the hammer of the devil's hand in his hand. The will of the legendary weapon roars and sweeps across the battlefield. The scorching storm explodes behind his short body, and the arrogant and cold voice,

"This is your last cemetery! No one is going to run! "

"I don't believe it!"

Brutalus roars and pours on sorison, just like a flame chariot running with the fastest speed. It feels that it has been fooled. It feels that these damned and weak creatures are laughing at it. It wants to tear them up to punish their fooling and ridicule. It wants to kill them!

"Bang"

A golden lightning block in the center of sorison and brutalus, hamdal in the moment of landing, it expanded into a guardian form, his storm sword wrapped around the golden anger, brutalus cut off the double-edged.

The 15 meter goalkeeper stepped back. He looked at the furious abyss Lord. Under the steel helmet, he burst out a gloomy smile.

"It's called... Shut the door and beat the dog!"

"Boom"

A more dazzling golden light is placed across the sky of shadow Moon Valley, just like a golden lightsaber, which cuts the shadow Moon Valley open forever at night, and the door of the sky is projected from the waragari hidden above the world. When Dick has completed the mission of the expedition, the hidden mace is time to use.

Odin, holding the gun of judgment, walked out slowly from the golden light curtain. Behind him, the four Legion starships suspended above the dark temple had been attacked by the female guards of varagal, and the deck of the outermost starship had been torn open by the gun of judgment.

The dark green evil energy entangled in the Starship. When Odin rushed into the battlefield of Illidan, malonos and TICO in the dark temple, a huge spark of facial expression exploded above the dark temple.

Dick and Illidan's plan is more arrogant than the demons think... They not only want to defeat the demons, they also want to annihilate this invading demonic army.

It's like sorison's saying... Don't try to run!

"Bang"

Illidan and maronos collided with each other in a completely demonic form. Before the gate of darkness, the three best fighters had completely turned this place into a hell. Facing the attack of two high-level demon lords, Illidan was in a dilemma, but he was far from defeated.

After this attack, tikdios, who jumped out of the darkness, still wanted to sneak attack, but a silver gun shadow forced him away from Illidan's back. No matter how tikdios dodged, the gun shadow followed him like a shadow, and finally stabbed him in the chest accurately, making the leader of nasrezim scream in horror.

Its chest was torn by the burning spear, and its sternum was broken. Under this shot, it could not even escape the bat. In the face of Azeroth's oldest divine power, tichondios found that he was so weak.

Odin's figure strides into the battlefield of the dark temple. Behind him, the spirits shining with endless light walk out of the door of the sky, like the golden streamer scattered into the earth, destroying the dark jungle that envelops the dark temple from the outside.

When Illidan grinned and stabbed the burning flame of the battle blade of essinos into the back of malonos, the destroyer realized that it and the Burning Legion behind it had made the same mistake. They despised Illidan and the ability of the two worlds to unite.

Illidan has become an opponent that they can't beat together. The success of the first fleet's expedition represents the complete failure of the third invasion. They should have fought with all their strength, just like the scale of the invasion of Azeroth, which may make Illidan and his allies anxious, but they only chose an invasion Legion which is far inferior in number and quality.

They paid for their contempt... A terrible price.