Chapter 690

From the moment agrama fell from the sky, this powerful guy was the most dazzling presence on the battlefield.

His every move had an extraordinary impact on the battle, especially after Dick and Odin were not the opponents of agrama, who was full of combat power. The momentum of the demon side almost reached its peak. They waved their weapons wildly and rushed into the infield protected by crokuhn's wall, between the second and the first line of defense, It's a vast plain.

There used to be a camp for the iron Legion and some krokun destroyers, but in the cruel and crazy war, the iron soldiers Dick brought had already been exhausted, and the plain became empty. Even though the iron soldiers had never had more hatred for the battlefield, they watched the silent and heroic big men rush into the battlefield, After doubt and silence, the broken krokun here finally chose to fight side by side.

During the long defensive war, chief Hatton personally took the pursuers of krokun many times. Under the leadership of the infiltrators with excellent assassination skills, he crossed the wall of krokun and went to the demon camp to assassinate those commanders. They also lost a lot of brave soldiers. This is probably after the dormancy of krokun tribe for two thousand and five thousand years, For the first time, I really summoned up the courage to fight with the devil.

Veron and Dick had promised him that they would give the crokuhn tribe a bright future. But after a long battle, Hatton felt that it would not be a bad thing to die in such a glorious battle.

His people have been silent for a long time. He should not prevent them from regaining their fighting blood and courage. They have moved out of the crypt. Under the training of the spirits, they have learned to hold on to weapons and fight with those demons. They have learned a lot.

When a mortal, not holding a cowardly escape, but full of courage to launch a counterattack against a powerful opponent, who can prevent them from obtaining freedom?

no one! Not even death!

When agrama appeared in the battlefield of this war, watching him destroy the wall of krokun, Hatton was almost desperate. How should they fight against such opponents?

But Dick and Odin came forward again. They fought against the existence that was so powerful that it was almost divine. They finally used the means similar to the portal to remove him from the battlefield. At the moment when agrama and the earth in the center of the battlefield disappeared, the soldiers holding weapons and sticking under varagal cheered together.

Next, it's up to them... The powerful have cleared the most lethal opponents for them, now it's their turn!

"Warriors of krokun, raise your weapons

Hatton, wearing varagal armor, raises the heavy hammer in his hand. Behind him, young people in krokun raise the flag of poor people who have been hiding for thousands of years like rats. That is the flag of ereda. They did not catch the star ship that Veron escaped from, but after thousands of years of recuperation, they also learned to fight!

"Look at the demons

Hatton jumped on the platform beside him. His ugly face, frozen by years, was full of madness and unyielding. He roared. Standing in front of him were all the young crushers that crokuhn could fight, 7000 people. This was almost the number of all the young people in crokuhn tribe except women and children.

"Look at the destroyers, the whippers, the Screamers! They take our world away from us! Turn it into what it looks like now! Now they're coming. They want to kill us as they used to! They want to take away our last hope! "

"Are you afraid?"?! Tell me, are you scared? "

Hatton yelled, "our people are behind us. There is no place for us in AGUS! Our allies have taught us how to protect all this with their great sacrifice! "

"With our weapons! With our fists! With our teeth

"If we are destined to die here today, we are dying to protect our family, to protect Argus' last hope, who will be timid? Who can be weak? "

He took a deep breath and asked more loudly,

"Are you afraid? Are you afraid of them? Are you afraid of these villains who can only scream and run away again and again under the pressure of steel? Are you afraid? "

"No! Kill them

"Kill them!" cried the broken men, armed by varagal

Hatton laughed. He reached for the flag held high by the young people around him and chained it to his back,

"I'm old! I'm not going... I'm going to die here, I'm going to shed the last drop of blood for my world! Would you like to come with me? "

The gate of the first line of defense falls suddenly, and Hatton, who carries the arida flag, rushes to the demons who rush towards the defense line. Behind him, there are 7000 broken people who will defend their homes and relatives to the death. Dick and Veron armed them with courage and steel, and now they have their own fangs.

At the same time, the heroes who fought to the death also rushed out of the defense line, as well as varagal, who attacked with all his strength. Countless hot light blades flew out of the huge city, ploughing out blood marks in the devil's position. The golden valgus rushed down from the city with their wings flapping. The golden wings and the dark red ribbon connected with the spear, And then there's the war horn that heydal blew.

The Legion wrapped in the golden light and the dark green devil on the opposite side, the golden wagley in the sky and the magic bat blocking the sky, this scene is spectacular, just like the battlefield coming out of the myth fog. The soldiers who survived this battle will forever engrave this scene in the deepest heart.

This is Argus' last battle... The last battle of demons and order, the last battle of survivors and hunters, the beginning of an epic war.

Veron stood at the top of varagal, holding the staff of the Redeemer in both hands. Even as a priest with weak attack power, he tried his best to break out his own strength for the war at this moment. The golden halo, like the most beautiful and warm halo, scattered down from the top of varagal, forming a heavy light curtain.

Veron scattered his strength in this last position. Any soldier who came into contact with the halo would recover his wounds and energy as quickly as possible. From time to time, there was a healing light. Whether it was the heroes who tried their best to fight to the death or the survivors of krokun, under the blessing of this light of order, almost 200% of the combat effectiveness broke out, Keep the devil's forward in front of the line.

The engineering guns fixed on the first line of defense roared, throwing tons of explosives into the devil's position, creating a crazy massacre.

As long as Veron doesn't collapse, there will be more battles in this war!

But

Shua

The red claw broke through the void and appeared behind Veron, who was trying to maintain the healing light. It was like a sharp dagger blade, with dark green and red hot flame. It shot at the old prophet's back, but it was blocked by a heavy shield of soul fire just before it came into contact with Veron.

"Bang"

Veron can be compared with the inner fire shield in the defense of the city wall. Under the full attack of the great devil, there were dense cracks. The old prophet himself staggered back several steps before supporting himself with his staff. As soon as he turned back, he saw Kil'jaeden coming out of the cracks in the space.

He is bigger than the pure ereda of Veron. He is like a red giant, wearing rough and savage armor. In his chest, there is a devil's skull swaying from side to side. He moves his shoulders. On his ferocious head, a sign of dark green evil power is shining. On his cruel and twisted face, there is a touch of joy of reunion of old friends, The uneven layers of sharp teeth and the fury of the whole body destroyed the joy.

"Ah, Veron... It's been five thousand years. Are you still well on this journey of being chased?"

Kil'jaeden opened his arms. He didn't seem to care where agrama was sent by Dick, Odin and Illidan. After the demon hunter also ran into the portal of sagrit's keystone, there was only one demigod in the battlefield. Otherwise, Kil'jaeden couldn't have been so careless.

He turned his head and looked left and right, then split his mouth and showed a smile that was enough to frighten an adult into tears,

"How does it feel to come back to Argus again? You see, I've transformed our world a little bit in my way... It's more spectacular now, isn't it? "

In the face of this provocation, Veron's face was firm and silent. On his forehead, the holy stripe floated, and the blue emblem turned into gold. Behind him, a large triangle flowing golden seal opened, and the holy stripe was bright and grand, full of the heat and massiness of the holy light.

When the old prophet saw his old friend again, he didn't say anything. Instead, with a wave of his hand, a sword shaped holy light was cut down on the top of Kil'jaeden's head. Then he was caught by the big devil and gently pinched. The light broke into hundreds of wandering lights.

"You look angry... You seem miserable."

The big devil reaches out his finger and flicks. The lava like fire also rises out of his body. His emotion seems to be very excited. Veron, the former best friend, abandons AGUS at the most critical moment. This is Kil'jaeden's innermost demons.

Today, he's finally going to face him.

"Before you betrayed the world and me, did you ever think that you would return to Argus in this way? Veron... My former best friend, even in the face of the power of the dark Titan, I want to share it with you, but you... You betrayed all this

"I didn't betray anyone!"

Veron's voice finally rang out, "Kil'jaeden... I have warned you countless times not to touch the magic power, not to touch the dark, you finally failed to block your inner desire for power, not that I betrayed you, but that you betrayed your own will, don't make excuses for yourself! Kil'jaeden! You are a coward

"A coward who succumbs to his inner desires and pursues power without restraint!"

"That's why Sargeras chose you..."

Kil'jaeden's eyes suddenly widened, his hands waved outward, two red flame double swords appeared in his palm, with a swing, in the air made two traces of cutting space.

"Enough! The winner will not be blamed! Look around you. My demon army has entered your last position. We are millions of times as many as you. You are sure to lose, and your damned world. After I fool you, I will personally take my Legion to destroy it! "

"Ridiculous! What's wrong with the pursuit of power? "

The great prophet took a look at the demon army that almost covered the whole crokuhn plain. The dense offensive made people want to close their eyes. But when Veron looked back, Kil'jaeden saw a strange smile on his serious face.

Veron opened his left hand, and a purple crystal floated in his heart,

"We've held you back for 45 days... Do you really think we haven't done anything in this long time? Yes... We may fail and die, but this will signal the arrival of a new era of Argus... At least today, we will pull enough demons to hell together! Kil'jaeden, krokun, will be the last hell of your Legion

"Bang"

Veron crushed the crystal, like a signal that purple light escaped from the ground among the numerous cracks beneath the already tormented crokuhn plain.

"Boom..."

The ground... Collapsed!