Chapter 684

Macare, once the largest and most prosperous city of AGUS, is said to have lived tens of millions of eredas before the dark day. Kil'jaeden and Veron ruled the whole flourishing AGUS world here.

But this is also the place where dark Titan Sargeras landed in the world and where Argus was first destroyed.

Not all Eredar people are willing to give up their faith in the holy light. At the moment when Sargeras came with rolling darkness, these minorities chose to flee. They finally gathered in Makelele and opened the barrier of the holy light in this great city, the most powerful energy shield that Eredar people can make.

No one knows if this thing can stop Sargeras, but apart from that, they don't know how to fight against the dark Titans, and they don't know where to go... This is the worst. It's like crazy people who want to escape from hell, but they don't know they are in the dungeon and can't escape.

These ants who dare to refuse the dark gift of Sargeras didn't enrage the dark Titans. They are as small as dust in the eyes of the dark Titans. Sargeras just waved his hand, and the unimaginable energy washed away everything of Makelele. Everything, together with the city and the people who took refuge in it, became the ruins of today, and even torn from the earth, He rose into the air and became a lonely and dead place, but he also escaped the disaster of AGUS.

Sargeras made Argus' biggest graveyard to show his great power. Since then, no one has dared to resist the dark Titan. He has successfully taken all the power of Argus and captured it by life and death.

Even the ereda people who have been transformed into demons, there will be joys and sorrows, there will also be emotional ups and downs, they do not want to get close to this place full of ereda death spirits, those souls who were killed in the dark day hover over the city of Makelele all day long, they do not want to accept their own destiny.

In the past two thousand and five thousand years, these evil spirits have been attacking anyone who enters here. They are so crazy that even the demons are unwilling to provoke them. With their unique terrain, macare is chosen by the Legion as the portal jumping place. 80% of the space jumping behavior of AGUS's demons starts from here, almost except for the waste land of antoran, The whole Argus is the most important area of demons, however, it no longer belongs to demons.

The story started 10 days ago.

No matter how bright and magnificent the race was before, it is impossible to maintain its original form after it has been transformed into a demon. Evil energy is the worst energy in the world. It is very powerful, it will tear everything it touches, and it will distort any creature trying to control it without any reason. Ereda people are typical of them.

"This is a world full of malice, and also a world full of death. Look here, my disciples, buried under the ruins, are the best soldiers in the world... For you and me."

Uther reached out as like as two peas of Makere's hand, and put his hand on the ruins of the ruins of Makere, and placed the soil in his hand before him, and watched him slip away between his fingers. He watched with unconcerned eyes a dozen dozen erdah warriors who rushed towards him, their red skin and distorted twisted bodies, almost the same as the devil guards, whose height was 3-4 meters. Uther is like a dwarf to them.

But in the magical world, who is strong and who is weak doesn't depend on the body shape. The forever silent takes down the buzzing death verdict from his back. This dark red bone sword has been impatient to make a massacre, but it is held by Uther. The cold blue and black armor holds the hilt of the sword without any trembling. In the warm sunshine of Makelele, he breathes a sigh of relief, The visible frost almost froze everything in front of us.

"Miso, miso"

With two sounds of swords, mishilsa Anell, who was standing beside Uther like a young man, drew out two long swords from his waist with his backhand. The colder frost almost condensed into substance in the sun, like two white ice dragons, wrapped around the young man wearing black armor and a crown of thorns.

"Give them to me, master."

Arnel took a step forward. He looked like someone's face in the past, shining with Ho's undisguised indifference and disgust. "Such scum is really disgusting. The world is hopeless. They surrender earlier than their world... Just like a group of cowards."

It's a good thing that his disciples are fighting. In this bad world, even the senses of the dead can't be very good. As a creature whose body is dead and exists in another form, Uther can feel the existence that other people can't feel when he enters here.

That kind of rage rippling in the air, rippling in the world, is like a wild animal that has gone crazy. It doesn't care who the opponent is, but just wants to pursue crazy fighting, and loses all of its reason.

The world is not dead yet... But it has encountered more terrible things than death. Under the influence of this kind of unclear existence, almost no creature in this damned place is really peaceful. The devil's rage from the deep blood is just one of the reasons why they are full of aggression, not even the most important.

"If a mortal enters here, it may not take three days to go completely crazy."

Uther sighed, and then leaned his bone sword on the ground. At the moment when the blade touched the ground, the white frost spread around crazily. Even in the warm sun, there would be no pause. The demons had rushed to the place less than 20 meters away from the master and apprentice. They even raised their spears.

"Go

As if he had not seen danger, he closed his eyes and said in a deep voice,

"Follow your heart, Arnel. There's nothing more important to the dead than that."

"Bang"

With permission, the not strong body of the death Lord immediately rushed out from Uther. It was like a shell coming out of the chamber, even with the sound of explosion. Although the Lich King had only left a seed of strength in this new soul, it was under Uther's careful cultivation, The rebirth of the dead king and the rebirth of frostmourning in his hands have restored their original edge.

Maybe not as overbearing as before, but time, time belongs to him, sooner or later he will become stronger, stronger than everything! This is the leader of the future night watchman, this is the future of the dead!

With his eyes closed, Uther didn't watch the fight of the demons that Arnel couldn't mention. He was like an old man in a dream. He whispered in a cold voice,

"Death will not be weak, it will not dodge, it will not give you breathing time..."

"Poof"

Remolded frostmourning the sharp blade of the left hand sword wrapped in ice rubbed the front of ereda's neck, like the comfort between lovers. But where the blade went, the heavy ice cut its throat, as if it had its own life, growing from the wound, fast, before life escaped from the devil's body, It was frozen in an icicle together with the overpowering devil.

It's like a sculpture, a sculpture of ice.

"Death doesn't lose its purpose, it doesn't choose silence..."

"Keng"

As the two blades intersect, the visible white ice storm begins to flow around Arnel's body, freezing and covering everything around him, just like the vast snowflakes on Northrend, which is the place where Alsace died and where Arnel was reborn.

If the sword is like a dragon, the two ice dragons rush to the left and right sides with their teeth and claws open under the cold will blessing of the operator, turning the ereda demon who is trying to sneak into two heavy pieces of ice.

And he tried his best to stop the tall devil that Anell was chopping with two blades. A trace of fear flashed in his wild eyes. How could this young man like ants have such powerful power?

The devil's feet pierced into the earth, it can't move, it can only watch the breeding of the first bright ice, and then move quickly towards both sides, and finally spread to its arms, the body is frozen feeling is not good, but it has no way, even can't cry.

"Death will not linger in the past, it will not look forward to the future..."

Anell's body walks forward from the demon who keeps resisting posture, leaving seven icicles completely frozen by the ice storm. Among them, ereda demon's body is frozen trying to besiege it, without any scar, but he lost his life in the rapid low temperature.

Behind him, the black cloak was scattered on the ground, but it was not stained with even the slightest stain. Everywhere he went, thick ice spread on the ground like open flowers.

What he as like as two peas in his left and right hands are almost the same as the long sword, which is thin and light than the frost that he once was. But the cold and cold death and the absolute manipulation of death have not changed.

The eight demons standing opposite him have already begun to retreat. They are not mindless idiots. The current situation has proved that this guy is not easy to provoke, not to mention the old man behind him who closed his eyes and recited poems.

That's a tough character.

Uther's long poem about death is not over yet.

"That's the absolute justice of time. Everything has death. That's a symbol."

"Bang"

The sword in Anell's hand lashes down when it is far away from the demons. The sharp blade cuts through the air and brings up the ice storm around his body. With a gesture of being endowed with life, it roars and rushes to the opponent in front, just like a curtain of ice, ice cone and ice storm. In this warm sunshine, it is like a snowstorm falling from the sky.

The wind blows!

"You have to kneel down to death!"

The storm near Annell as like as two peas were still swollen to the extreme. The whim of ice was blowing around the heavy snowflakes around him. He was almost the same as the Lich King, except for his different body posture.

"You must sing of death!"

The life like ice storm sweeps everything in front of us. Wherever we go, it's too late for those demons to rush away. Contact is ice.

"You have to incarnate death!"

The bright icicles formed again, and the cry of the devil broke the silence here, but it could not hide Uther's last voice.

Anell leaps up, the most devil is like the most scared chicken, crazy turn and run, but Anell's body jumps into the air, the bright Dragon Wings composed of two frosts open behind him, his tender appearance, is a full hunter's heart.

He looked at the fleeing devil, with a sneer on his lips. After reaching the highest point, he fell down like a predatory eagle.

"In the end, you have to go beyond death!"

"Bang"

The last devil's heart was pierced, and the cold ice flower sprang out of the wound at the moment when its heart was pierced, completely covering its tall body. The purple wailing soul entangled in the sword, and was finally greedily eaten into the sword body.

But at the same moment, in the center of the ruins of Makelele, the four portals opened at the same time. The dark green portal, like a crack in hell, pierced the scream and roar of countless demons. They were eager to kill and devour everything.

A tall female ereda demon is the first one to walk out of the portal. She is wearing heavy armor. Her eyes are shining with a real magic flame. Her head is also wearing a helmet wrapped with magic power. The top of the demon's sharp long horn is like steel ignited by a dark green flame. She looks at Arnel and the 15 icicles standing on the ground beside him, And the demons of fear.

She shook her head and finally looked at Uther in the distance. She reached out and pulled out a red halberd from the crack of the void. The blade on the top of the halberd was dark red and deep, like a fragment of the world.

She flicked her fingers, and three molten gates opened in the air. Behind her, there was a more crazy breath, the breath of demon lords from the other three worlds. The dark bat wings behind her opened and then closed slightly.

"I am hasabel, the gatekeeper of the Legion. You are very strong... But this is my territory. Even the legions of light dare not disturb me... So, are you ready to die?"

Uther opened his eyes, and he breathed a pale, cold breath,

"This is your territory?"

"No... this is the territory of the dead, this is the territory of death, this is my territory!"

"Boom"

At this moment, death is calling, it's dancing, it's roaring. Under the ruins of Makelele, the resentment buried for two thousand five thousand years is endowed with substance at this moment. They are laughing wildly, they are hissing.

They can finally get revenge!