Stormwind God

On this day, in the Super Void Fortress of the Twisting Nether, the demons are eager to discuss the situation of the battle while waiting for boredom. .

"Haha! I must kill myself this time in the past." This is the speech of the cruel fear guard.

"I lack some fresh experimental materials, you remember to let the idiots below not kill all the natives." This is the speech of the evil Eredar Warlock.

No one expected that, just as everyone was looking forward to a grand and magnificent victory, there was a sudden movement in the huge round portal.

There is no air in the void and no medium for sound transmission, so there is no sound.

However, this scene made every demon who witnessed this scene sound like a hallucination in his mind, and a loud sound of "嘭!"

That is countless demons.

They are all the lucky ones in the eyes of other demons, fortunate enough to kill the planet Azeroth in a hurry.

Now they are all back, in the form of corpses.

Most of these strong demons can survive for a long time even if they are dropped into the airless air, or into the horrible polar regions, or into the lava. Some demons do not even need air to survive, and they are not afraid of heat and flames.

Now they all have the same existence.

The horns of a **** dog were pressed against the arm of a demon guard, and the umbilical eye of the Lord of the Abyss was no longer a shield-like waistplate, but a specimen-like head of a female Shivalla demon. They were all shredded and lumped together, making them almost indistinguishable from each other.

"This ... it's twisting the void!" A demon in the fortress uttered the greatest fear in the demons' hearts.

Correct! Outside of the Twisting Nether, even if dead many times, as long as the soul does not collapse, the demon can be resurrected countless times.

But dying in the twisted void, like this soul sent back with the body, then dead is dead! There is no possibility of resurrection!

A huge portal made up of twelve satellites as a fulcrum turned into a large fountain, constantly spraying demon wreckage into the twisted void.

No one can estimate how many demons there are. Obviously, this is definitely a quantity in hundreds of thousands.

"what happened!?"

Kilgardan, who was responsible for guarding and dispatching reinforcements in the rear, rushed to hear the news. He just flew out of the void fortress and saw a large garbage spit out by the portal with hundreds of larger garbage.

That was Archimonde and the Nether Lords. Unlike ordinary demons, although they were extremely embarrassed, they did not suffer much damage.

"Archmond !?" Kilgardan's eyes lighted, and he finally came across a man who could talk: "What the **** happened?"

The low-level demons below die when they die. Anyway, many people don't feel bad when they die. But the Demon Lord and Archimonde commanders are different. Even if he did not match with Archimonde, in terms of general interests, Kil'jaeden was consistent with Archimonde.

When the magical Ereda was introduced into Archmund's ears across the void, Archimond still threatened: "I don't know! I just fought on the front line. There is a guy like White Deer who is very powerful It took me a lot of effort to beat him. Suddenly I was pulled back. "

"This is ..." At this time, Kil'jaeden, who had come back to God, remembered that there was another guy who could ask about this situation, and that was the high-level void lord in charge of portal work.

His thoughts were interrupted immediately, because Sargeras also returned.

His huge body was almost squeezed out of the portal.

The molten armor wrapped the fallen Titan from his neck to his feet. Sargeras exudes a black violent magic. This magic is amazing. For other beings, looking directly is enough to pierce his eyes.

In the Nether Control Room, Tyrande braved the pain and looked bravely at Sargeras' evil face.

It was a twisted and perfect face.

About 15,000 years ago, Sargeras was still a handsome, even perfect creature.

Through the goddess Elune, Tyrande learned that it was this race of this creature that created this world.

But now this handsome face is full of evil. His **** was dead, his eyes were burning with a blazing flame, and he was in a state of extreme chaos and emptiness.

Sargeras had sharp fangs. Behind him was a long, thick tail, with jagged scales protruding outward from the top of the tail. He had curly claws in his hands and an evil sword in one hand. Maybe it was the explosion of the portal just now. Only half of the original sword was still intact, but its jagged blade still looked very lethal.

"Infernal Affairs! You traitor! You still have the courage to stay here !?" Sargeras growled, settled on the spot for this strange change!

Kil'jaeden and the Eredar twins floating in the void were all pale. If Infernal Affairs is really a traitor, then they will also be unlucky!

How terrible is the voice of the fallen Titan?

Even if at least 10,000 meters apart, Duke and Tyrande still felt that terrible sense of oppression, like a star crashing.

If Duke hadn't stopped Tyrande with a bit of strength, maybe Tyrande had a split heart and guts, and his internal organs were blown to death.

When Duke thought, the dark power in his body drove a little magic. Unexpectedly, an unreal projection about the size of Sargeras appeared in the void. More than a billion demons heard the sound of Duke's dark magic turning into waves.

"Oh! Sargeras, why don't you ask, I'm not hiding like you think, but I'm still here, what is it?"

Duke was so calm, but the Big Three of the Burning Legion did not calm down.

This Infernal Affairs is terrible!

Silently infiltrated, just like other lords, they accepted the baptism of ultra-high-purity evil energy, but kept their heart. Passed all the tests, and then climbed to the top of the Burning Legion with unparalleled space magic.

Why didn't he leave at this moment?

The answer is short!

He must have a backhand!

"Oh! I'll tell you now, why did I name this portal as" Queen's Hammer "?" Duke's face stained with black energy meandered a horrible image even for demons. Smile.