"Great Ancestor, please save your incompetent child. Ancestor, please show your kindness."
The sad prayers echoed in the hidden cave, which were the prayers of the Centaur elders.
This was part of a ritual that was said to be very ancient. Amidst the strange chanting of the gloomy Withered Druids holding skull incense burners, one after another the sacrifices were put on the altar by the "barbaric" Warriors.
The executioner, whose face was covered, held a bone knife and bled them one by one.
The fishy smell and the coldness of the passing of life made the underground cave extremely filthy, but there was still no sound from the altar in front.
So Centaur can only continue to sacrifice.
This was a "big ceremony" that lasted for more than a month. After Bloodhoof Tauren escaped from Desolace, Holy Land Maraudon of Centaur Such a tragedy has already been staged in. The resurrected souls almost slaughtered all the living Centaurs. Unable to resist such a power of death, the Centaurs could only turn to their sad "mother" for help.
However, the rebellious sons who had committed the crime of patricide were not worthy of help. Seeing that the tribe was on the verge of extinction, the Centaur had to take a dangerous approach.
If the mother is unwilling to help, they turn to their paternal ancestors for help.
Then the devil came.
Bottles of demon blood are given to these savage creatures, allowing them to regain their strength and drive away death, but this "salvation" comes at a price.
The history of Centaur is too short, and they cannot understand what kind of sin it is to walk with the devil in this world. Before they can wake up from the temporary joy of victory, Silverwing Sentinels of Night Elf comes to visit.
That's how the second war began.
Until now, Centaur has once again been forced to the brink of death.
An army composed of the ferocious Kaldorei sentries, Druids, and Quilboar's Bristleback Warrior had already surrounded the perimeter of Maraudon Holy Land. The elite Moon Guard kept summoning meteorites to bombard Centaur's last territory.
If they can't come up with a solution, maybe Centaur will be exterminated from Azeroth in the next few days.
"Ancestor, please send your salvation."
The eldest Clan Elder opened his arms and begged. Under the gaze of the dead Polluter attendants on both sides, some Kaldorei elves who were captured in the battle were also sent to the altar.
"Don't summon it!"
The elf Druid ignored the bone blade against his neck and roared:
"Stop! You idiot, you are showing the way for Polluter to enter this world! Its Withered Demon Army will burn the entire continent to ashes! Stop, we will help you, don't continue!"
"Poof"
The blood-stained bone blade pierced Druid's neck, causing his Blood of Nature to drip into the blood pool in front of him.
The thick blood rippled, like a blood-stained mirror reflecting the dark green starry sky.
Druid's eyes dimmed little by little, and he clearly saw a figure with the head of a man and the body of a deer, holding a war spear that extinguished stars, and stepping on the ashes of all things. Great Demon Lord was approaching. Behind it was a picture of destruction composed of ten thousand dead worlds!
Every time that heavy hoof with burning vines falls down, a corner of the sea of stars will be extinguished.
Cenarius is coming!
Polluter is already close to Azeroth. These stupid Centaur have become Greater Demon's best "guiding light" through their cursed bloodline.
The last drop of blood dripped from the wound on his neck, Druid fell down, and fell there Tauren, Quilboar, Goblin, In the bone pit built with the corpses of Trolls and Furbolg, he began to "melt" when he fell into it. As the flesh and blood were peeled off, his bones fell into the poison that lingered into fluorescence.
That's Magic Plague.
That is a complicated concept. Devolution Spores is just a strange variant of Magic Plague. As the most evil power of the Polluter Cenarius that poisons the stars, this thing is the end of all life in the star sea.
A vat of Magic Plague has been formed under the cultivation of life sacrifices. Amidst the screams of elder Centaur like killing a chicken, the filthy blood pool finally started to move, resembling a fan. As the Starry Sky Gate opened, the surrounding Withered Druids who were reciting incantations all knelt down and worshiped. Their hooves wrapped in withered vines and wrapped in magic steel finally stepped into the Material World.
Polluter is here.
Among the green Fel that complements Fel, Great Demon Lord with the head of a human and the body of a deer finally returned to his hometown that he had left for thousands of years.
Cenarius looked condescendingly at his incompetent blood descendant. His green eyes were like burning stars, making Elder Centaur scream and retreat.
Its eyes were burned out, and it stumbled into the bone pit below, becoming the last sacrifice of Magic Plague.
When Polluter raised its claws, the dark green poisonous mist in the bone pit roared and rolled up, surrounding Polluter like a flying dragon, letting a satisfied smile appear on its face dotted with withered flowers and grass and gray-green beard.
"Go ahead."
It sprayed Sargeras's Flame from its nostrils and declared in a cruel tone:
"Announce my arrival to Kaldorei and Kalimdor."
In Polluter's meditation, the poisonous mist of Magic Plague boiled and surged, and then decayed through the land, causing all living creatures around Maraudon Holy Land to wither House of Plagues in an instant.
"No! Retreat!!!"
Archdruid Naralex was horrified the moment he saw the poisonous mist. He opened the dream world and asked the surrounding Warriors to retreat immediately. He grabbed the Priestess of the Moon beside him and shouted:
"No to Mount Hyjal, send a warning to the entire world!"
"Polluter is here!"
On the inner city wall of Stromgarde, "Dragonheart" and Rhonin were casting spells with both hands to summon hot meteorites to hit Undead, which was swarming in the outer city.
The red-haired mage looked at the corpses filling the battlefield in front of him with fear. He even suspected that all the dead in Arathi Highlands were gathered here.
But these dead people are not the most troublesome problem at this time. Compared with the Fel Rift that is constantly opening on the hills outside the city, this unshakable sea of Undead is at best an "appetizer".
"There are too many of them! The wall won't last long."
Next to Rhonin, Vereesa placed a Holy Light arrow on his bow, causing the Army of the Light standard weapon to trigger a purifying halo when it landed. He cleared a small area with one arrow, covering the Arathi knights outside the city as they entered the city.
But Vereesa knew that this would not work, so she said to Rhonin:
"Undead is interfering with our plan to destroy Demon Portal. The local Doom Prophets cultists are so arrogant that they have not concealed their malice towards this city. This is the oldest city in the Arathor Empire, and it guards a bridge between Northern Borderlands and the One in the middle of the mainland.
Once this place falls."
"We only have three people, Vereesa. What we can do in this situation is limited. Whether the city can hold on is not the most important thing now."
Rhonin was very calm. While maintaining the bombardment of Meteor Fall, he shouted to the Arcane crystal floating next to him:
"Khadgar, how long do you have to wait!"
"Shut up."
The new Guardians of Tirisfal Khadgar said in a hoarse tone:
"This is the twenty-seventh portal. The civilians inside Stromgarde are passing through quickly. They will go to Kazz Modan to take refuge. There are dwarves over there to receive them.
The good news is that I can still maintain at least ten more portals.
The bad news is that I feel Fel surging beneath the city! It's getting more and more intense.
Those crazy cultists got into the sewers, where they held dangerous summoning rituals, a blood sacrifice! Rhonin, the devil's entry into the city is unstoppable, be ready to use your magical pendant soon!
I need you to hold on longer until I send everyone away."
Hearing Khadgar's words, Rhonin held the rock pendant hanging on his chest and whispered:
"But I have never used this thing before, so I may not be able to hold on for long."
"That's World Artifact, give it some confidence."
Khadgar, in Stromgarde's Mage Tower, single-handedly encouraged and supported many portals to take effect at the same time. He said hoarsely:
"If the epic Argus Final Battle recorded by Eredar is true, no, even if only one tenth is true, then the pendant will give you the power to be called "Invincible" tonight
No!
Something's wrong!
Space quilt."
"Kacha"
At this moment, a crisp sound overwhelmed the din of the war in the city, and appeared clearly in the ears of Rhonin and Vereesa.
As if something invisible had been broken, a heavy pressure pressed on Rhonin and the other Warriors on the city wall. Vereesa flexibly ran up to the sentry tower next to her in three or two steps, and she took a look at Mage Quarter in the city.
The portals being maintained by Khadgar are quickly extinguishing, like candles blown out by the wind.
"Rhonin, Stromgarde's space is blocked!"
Vereesa turned around and shouted:
"The demons are coming! Strange lights are shining beneath the city, like dwarf bombs."
"Boom"
A violent explosion occurred under Vereesa's gaze, like an invisible fist slamming into the city from underground.
The ground in the city center bulged with a harsh muffled sound, and all the ancient urban areas were flattened by rapid collapse. The fire of Fel also continued to burn outward in the energy spread of the impact ring.
In the blink of an eye, the center of Stromgarde was lit into a dark green torch in the dark night.
This scene stunned the Arathor Warrior people on the city wall. Amid their roars, the opening of the Fel Well hole that happened in Dalaran was repeated here. The crack hundreds of meters high was destroying the spatial structure of Material World wantonly, like a vicious claw grabbing the edge of the crack and pulling outwards.
Fel Hound, with a terrifying body shape and two wings on its back, rushed out like a ghost in a dream and lay down on Arathi people's proudest millennium palace. It used its claws to tear the palace apart and roared in the sky as the earth shook and the mountains shook.
That is a war cry and an order!
Then an astonishing number of flying demons screamed out from it. They howled and hunted wantonly under the sky that had turned into Fel clouds. They swept across the city like black clouds. Soldiers and civilians who were not in a hurry to dodge were caught in the sky, and then they were brutally bitten and devoured, letting their blood and corpses fall into the horrified earth.
"Be careful!"
Vereesa shot an arrow of Holy Light high into the sky, causing a golden halo to explode in the air, thus repelling some demons.
But more demons rushed into the city wall, and the sudden impact knocked away a large number of guards on the city wall like a "desktop organizer".
What's even more terrible is that a Doom Lord flapped its wings and smashed down like a meteorite, hitting the city wall area where Rhonin was located. The rolling Fel lava exploded in the next moment, swallowing up the city wall and the nearby city gates together.
Those falling Warriors only had time to let out their final screams before they "melted" into the power of the upper demon.
Ms. Windrunner's eyes widened. She couldn't believe that Rhonin died like this.
She even shed tears.
"I'm not dead! Isn't it unlucky to cry now?"
The red-haired mage screamed then, and as Vereesa watched in surprise, a ball of blue energy pulled like a satin-like arc of light, surrounding Rhonin and causing him to rush out of the spreading Fel magma.
Doom Lord, who failed to complete the kill, grabbed the giant blade and chased behind him. He must behead this damn guy.
Rhonin made an emergency stop in the air. Although he had no wings, after activating Heart of Azeroth, he was given the power to fly freely in the world. Seeing the ferocious Doom Lord rushing over, the red-haired mage had no time to cast any advanced magic, so he could only use the most common Fire Blast to try to slow down the opponent.
But the moment the spell model was activated, both the devil and Rhonin's eyes widened.
Wrong!
This doesn't taste right!
"Boom"
Fire Blast was instantly strengthened by the explosive World Power to form a lifelike "Flame Big Palm".
The blue energy was mixed with the burst of flame magic. Rhonin was slapped in a round blow and the Doom Lord was "melted" in the air. The legendary demon only had time to yell and curse before going back to Twisting Nether to be resurrected by lottery.
But the "perpetrator" Rhonin was no less shocked than the devil.
He was an ordinary mage, and he instantly killed the legendary demon with one Fire Blast. Is this right?
Who would believe this?
Do you really think you are relying on level suppression to come back and clear low-level dungeons?
"Why are you still standing there?"
Khadgar, holding Guardian's Holy Staff, turned into a raven and flew over, shouting in the air:
"Lady Aegwynn told me that this World Soul enhancement has a time limit. Your energy is your combat resource, so hurry up! Rhonin, before you are exhausted, we have to send the people stranded in the city to escape.
King Thoras and his knights are coming this way, I will clear the city gate, you block the devil!
Don't show mercy, I'm counting on you tonight."
"Received!"
Rhonin stabilized his mind and allowed himself to quickly adapt to the rising power in his body. When he saw the demons pouring out of the city center and the damn Fel Well, he knew that he had to suppress the demons from entering.
So he took a deep breath in the air, chanted a spell loudly, and then directed a meteorite spell to hit the position of Fel Well.
He doesn't even have to worry about accidental injury.
The place has been burned by evil fire, and there will be no more innocent people.
The meteorite technique fell down.
But not one, but a group!
This scene is like a replica of when Farodis's old Lich cast Meteor Sky Fire. With the infusion of Rhonin's mana-maintaining model, a steady stream of meteorites smashed towards the direction of the demons under his control. Every meteorite hitting the ground would bring out a shock wave, killing all the lower-level demons.
The demons in the sky wanted to fly in and harass them, but Rhonin felt confident now. When the dark magic bats and Doomguard approached, this guy took a "deep breath".
Dragon's Breath will erupt in the next moment.
As Rhonin shook his head, he was now like a giant dragon spitting out high-temperature dragon flames.
The exaggerated flames weaved a web of fire in the air, even lighting up the city. The Arathor knights who were galloping below couldn't help but raise their heads and admire the sad posture of the demons being burned to death and falling.
He was so powerful that he could fight one against ten thousand, which barely lifted the extremely low morale in the city. King Thoros Thorbeinn was still thinking about whether he could rely on this powerful spellcaster to protect his capital, but then he was scolded by his nephew Danath·Thorbeinn:
"Stromgarde can't be saved! Your Majesty, break out with the last Warriors before the city is captured by the devil!"
The heavily armed General Danath was carrying his battle axe, and he shouted to his elders and the king:
"Don't go to Thoradin's Wall, go to Thandol Span to the central part of the continent! Northern Borderlands is over, the devil will keep appearing here, you should leave quickly and go to Marshal Lothar."
"What about you? Child."
In the background of the city burning like the end of the world, King Thoradin asked sadly:
"Aren't you leaving?"
"Thoradin's Wall still has our army guarding it. They need a commander. Arathi Highlands and Hillsbrad Foothills also need a blood descendant of Trollbane family to sacrifice for them."
Danath, who was wearing an eagle war helmet, shook his head and said:
"I stay here! I will fight the devil and their thugs here until the last moment. Please lead the people to retreat. Stromgarde's legal system needs you to maintain it."
During the conversation, a group of Demon Guard driving Cerberus rushed towards this side. Danath·Thorbeinn swung the battle ax and launched a ferocious Cerberus in mid-air Execute. The moment before the knight launched Charge, he turned back and said to his uncle:
"If nothing can be done, you can turn your back and surrender as a courtesy, without losing the high position of the family, Your Majesty. This is an extraordinary moment. Stromgarde Kingdom can return to the Human Empire, but he must not die in the hands of the devil!
The legal traditions of our ancestors and the inheritance of thousands of years will not allow Arathi people to become a coward."
After saying that, the powerful general led his knights and rushed towards the demon. The trampling of iron hooves and the roar of the demon intertwined into the final music of Stromgarde's doomsday at this moment.
King Thoras I feel like my world is spinning.
He has a son, but he is not very successful. In his heart, only outstanding Trollbane family members like Danath are qualified to inherit the throne. But now, his designated heir actually persuades him to surrender to Lothar and rebuild the empire?
Could it be that in his eyes, the situation is really so critical that it is irreversible?
"Your Majesty, leave quickly!"
The royal guards tried their best to escort the king out of the city that was constantly raining down evil fire.
Above their heads, the super-powerful Rhonin was fighting the ferocious Lord Fel Hound. This thing was not Sargeras's beloved hound, but the loser of the "Dark Titan Pet Selection Contest".
But despite this, the demigod-level Demon Lord still makes it very difficult for Rhonin to fight.
It's not that Heart of Azeroth's reinforcement is not strong, it's that he himself hasn't adapted to this kind of power, but in Khadgar's support sneak attack, Rhonin caught it An opportunity flashed by, and he used a lava fireball like Little Sun to hit the monster's mouth, and let the blazing ball explode in its ferocious mouth, tearing apart the monster's body in an instant.
Greater Demon's mutilated corpse smashed into the already messy ground, took root and turned into hot evil fire, igniting half of the city in an instant.
Khadgar clenched his fists in pain.
His previous teleportation has not yet been completed, and there are still some people stranded there, but the Royal Mage tower, which is a symbol of protection, has been burned by evil fire and turned into a dark green torch, like a symbol of the beginning of a destructive invasion.
This city is finished.
"Azeroth! Sad world! Sad humanity! Damn Magna Aegwynn! Come on, face me! Face Destroyer!"
A low roar echoed in the center of the burning city. Rhonin The terrifying figure he had seen once in Dalaran appeared before him again, Destroyer Mannoroth held its iconic Zut'nazz, Destroyer's Spear and strode into Material World. This time, the nosy Star Soul Guardian would not stop it.
This made Destroyer a little disappointed, but then it discovered something interesting.
"You! Mage, what kind of power is that in you?"
Mannoroth stared at Rhonin with burning eyes. As the Greater Demon warrior favored by Sargeras, although this guy does not have the title of Great Demon Lord, due to the characteristics of his race, his normal strength is not much worse than Kil'jaeden and Sarkir.
It is already the top powerhouse of the Burning Legion.
Mannoroth smelled the "fragrance" of World Power. If this energy can strengthen all the force, it means that if he gets this power, maybe he can
"Ah, the glorious Ascension Ladder is right in front of you!"
Destroyer roared, holding Spear of Destruction high in its hand, letting the blazing evil flame storm cover the entire Stromgarde sky in an instant. It waved its claws to condense Fel into substantial shackles, locking itself and Rhonin in it.
It says:
"You want to protect this pathetic city? Okay, come on, mage, compete with me. Before we decide the winner, I will give you a chance to escape. Oh, how long can the pathetic bug survive even if it escapes from the nest?
But if you die, poor thing!
Your soul and your strength are mine."
"It's coming! It's coming into the world! It's just to the north, I can feel it."
In a camp of Searing Gorge, Grom Hellscream covered his forehead, and the blood-red eyes between his fingers were like ignited flames, which was extremely terrifying.
He shouted to Orgrim Doomhammer who was looking at the map in front of him:
"Let's go and chop it to death!"