Destroyer has always wanted to compete with the legendary Light Butcher.
Perhaps it is because of Abyssal Lord's natural cruelty that it is very dissatisfied with the weak ethos of "fearing Diakum like a tiger" in the Burning Legion. It knows that he is a tough guy, so it is looking forward to getting some fighting pleasure from Vigilant.
Especially after Sargeras Mortal realm was repelled by Vigilant, Mannoroth's desire to fight became even more intense.
Finally, it got a chance to fight to the death with a powerful enemy.
It's just that the scene at the moment is a bit confusing. I have been injured all over by the demon-blooded children. Diakum happened to appear at this time. I can't have any advantage, but it doesn't matter.
Fight!
Just fight to the end of destruction, find the true meaning of Fel's power in the collision of forces, destroy, kill, and trample. The more Consecration it is in this battle of destruction, the more Fel it will love!
"Destruction is the supreme salvation. Only Fel can wash away the evil in the world. Holy Light coward! Come and fight to the death with me!"
Mannoroth is worthy of being Burning Legion.
It roared its own Fel morality loudly, very much like Diakum calling for Hand of Fate's blessing.
The boiling Fel Force was molded on the broken body of Destroyer in an infused manner, causing its magic horns, claws and broken wings to quickly recover in the "Fel Demonforging" way, and also allowing Greater Demon's momentum to rise steadily.
It has used certain means and seems invincible, but children who often cheat know very well that this rapid increase in power cannot be permanent.
Besides, are you the only one who knows how to cheat?
"Bang"
Spear of Destruction, which was mixed with the power of Fel, was smashed down. Radiant Holy Spirit caught it with its backhand and pulled it forward. The broken Ashbringer roared. He shot Enemybreaker Swordsmanship forward, and in the golden glow of Gleam, Demon Body, which had just been reshaped by Fel, shattered again.
Diakum did not call Holy Light Doctrine, nor did it call Argus Lord. It was just "asking for instructions" from the master of this world.
Please allow the killing!
The faint blue World Power erupted from Heart of Azeroth, covering the body of Giant of Light in the form of a shirt.
The burning world power allowed Diakum's brute force to rush in, suppressing Mannoroth like a "human Big Bear battle", and letting Destroyer's hoofs of destruction kick wildly on the broken earth, but it was unable to break free.
It spit out Sargeras's Flame and burned Giant of Light, but was then continuously bombarded by Vigilant's heavy punches. The giants and behemoths fought in a chaotic battle. The explosion of power made the world change color, and broken magic horns and sharp teeth flew out and scattered all over the battlefield.
Those Holy Light that were shattered by the sharp claws also scattered around in the form of light feathers, and when they fell to the ground, they splashed with a scorching halo.
The boiling Fel and the equally boiling Holy Light caused the temperature of the warring place to soar. The light and heat radiation baked the earth, and even the sun seemed to dim due to this.
The demons are retreating, and the demon slayers are also quickly dispersing. However, the fierce battle has not stopped yet. Under the leadership of Light Weavers, Orcs and humans are constantly attacking the demons' retreating front line with high morale.
Waves of Battle Standard are flying, shining in the passionate battle Holy Song that mortals also hold up high to resist the demons Righteous Blade.
The movement was so loud that even the demons in Stromgarde came to participate in the grand event.
They ran around the Fel mark that divided the grassland of Arathi Highlands, and the broken cracks kept opening, allowing the demons of the Burning Legion to plunge into today's enjoyable fight with full enthusiasm for destruction.
Mannoroth's troops naturally inherited the fighting enthusiasm of Destroyer, and the demons fought hard despite casualties.
The outcome of today's highland battle will directly determine the fate of the Eastern Continent. If the rebels fail, the demons will sweep across half of the continent unimpeded all the way south. As for the moment Northern Borderlands lands on Mannoroth, demons will invade every area of Northern Borderlands. This place will be hopeless in the short term.
Demons are proliferating.
What they are least afraid of is a war of numbers.
Even if today's rebels are all heroes riding a thousand horses, they will engulf them without any ripples like mercury pouring down the ground.
But the demons' numerical advantage did not last long, especially when the desolate Arathi horn sounded from the other side of the battlefield, and when the continuous howling of wolves came one after another from the other side of the Fel mark, the arrogant demons were also attacked from both sides.
The majesty of White Wolf God appears here.
Lord Crowley and its wolves plunged into the sea of demons like terrifying sharp knives, followed closely by General Danath and the proud Arathi knights. The Wildhammer Dwarvess of Aerie Peak also fell from the clouds driving the majestic Gryphon.
Claws, lances and bombs turned into today's demon-slaying blade.
In the cloud, on the saddle of the battle Gryphon, Rhonin's heart was surging. This young man saw with his own eyes how Child of the World fought back heroically against the demon of destruction from the sea of stars.
Even if this is only the first battle of mankind in this world disaster, it is enough for Star Soul Lord to see through his eyes how brave the "young children" of mankind are. They are not as good as the elves in all aspects, but if the devil wants to destroy them with a maniacal laugh, then mankind will not lack the bloody courage to resist.
Star Soul Lord saw it.
He was very pleased and satisfied.
So as Rhonin watched in surprise, a blue World Power poured into the sky from his Heart of Azeroth pendant, and then turned into a blue light rain and fell on the battlefield. The blue rain was like the gentle soothing of the world, falling on the Warriors to relieve their fatigue and heal their wounds.
Inspiring their courage and advancing their strength is like a tired mother encouraging her brave children.
"For the revenge of Arathor! Kill!"
Lothar in the light held up the steel sword of King of Barbarians, while Avenging Wrath's wings were burning, Emperor Thoradin finally couldn't bear the heat in his heart and came out in the posture of Guardians of Kings. This brave barbarian lord held up the light-sculpted war sword, raised the sword and dropped it amidst the fanatical war cry, letting the sacred storm sweep over the demons.
Because Lothar did not "fine-tune" Emperor Thoradin's spiritual shape, this directly caused the "big guy" to shout out the barbarian war cry and kill Colonel Daenerys next to him. He almost fell to the ground in fright. King Thoradin and General Danath were also startled.
Among their Stromgarde is the statue of Emperor Thoradin, which is carefully maintained as a "family heirloom".
The big Holy Light that jumped out from Lothar in front of you, why does it look so much like Emperor Thoradin?!
Hey, Lothar, everyone knows that you want to rebuild the empire, but for the sake of everyone's blood pressure, why don't you stop doing this kind of "deception" that your ancestors did?
In the chaos of the battle, Lord Crowley and Azuka Blade Fury Chieftain passed by each other.
While attacking the surrounding demons, they turned back at the same time. The leaders White Wolf God and Black Wolf God's Hunting Pack looked directly at each other at this moment. The werewolf popped out his claws, and Sword Saint raised the blade. The conflict between the hunting pack made the battle between them about to break out.
But the next second, Goldrinn and Lycantos spoke almost simultaneously:
"Kill the devil first!"
"Don't let the white wolf underestimate us, let's repel the devil first!"
So the two of them passed each other again in the next moment, and each committed suicide into the sea of demons on the opposite side. The fight between the hunting pack was a private matter between the black and white wolves, but the demons came to destroy everything, and private matters should always be put after official matters.
More importantly, Star Soul Lord is watching!
If they dare to fight privately at this time, the consequences will be quite serious.
Although there is a high probability that Star Soul Lord will not show up in person to feed their favorite big pussy, but after Diakum, the "honorary World Guardian", cooks Destroyer, there is no certainty that the terrible Ashbringer will fall on the head of some unruly big dog.
"Boom"
Violent Blinding Light broke out at the back of the battlefield again, which was when the battle between the two Force demigods entered the next stage.
Mannoroth's weapon had been smashed away, and it was difficult for Ashbringer to cause fatal damage to Greater Demon due to its shattered posture. Therefore, the giant and the beast simply fought with bare hands. You breathed evil flames, and I held the cutting light wheel. In this way, the mountains and rivers collapsed and the avenue was almost wiped out.
Mannoroth has gone crazy.
It is completely immersed in the frenzy of battle, just like those Green Skins Orcs in the state when they are angry Overmind. It is precisely because it has such a character that its magic blood has such strong assimilation power.
It didn't care at all how badly it was injured, it just wanted to completely tear the Giant of Light in front of it into pieces.
He even opened his mouth like a beast and came forward to bite, and the giant tail whipped like a steel whip, making Radiant Holy Spirit's giant body covered with golden cracks, but Diakum was not fanatical Overmind.
He was retreating, causing Destroyer to also withdraw from the protective Fel magma.
Arathi Highlands's terrain will be permanently changed in this battle, but this is no longer something that needs to be concerned about right now.
Orcs want to free themselves Demon Blood Curse, Vigilant is willing to be beautiful as an adult, so Mannoroth attacks Mannoroth with a heavy fist When was repulsed, he turned around and flicked his tail so that his ferocious tail turned into a sharp cutting blade. Then he caught the jumping Black Pawn in his hand and used a "prop attack" towards the Destroyer in front of him.
The armor all over Black Pawn's body had melted, but the oak ax in his hand was still sharp. With Diakum's huge throwing force, he used the most classic Orcs tactic to open a decaying scar on Mannoroth's heart, exposing the huge, constantly beating heart to the battlefield.
Destroyer noticed that the sharp breath was erupting, and it did not come from Giant of Light in front of him.
It waved its wings in an attempt to block, but its wings were brutally torn off by Diakum just now. It could only block its heart with its sharp claws, but in the next moment, it was slashed on its left wrist by a swung Solar-Powered Battleaxe.
The classic "connected attack" is triggered. Giant of Light, who has retreated, throws Solar Bombardment forward, and Mannoroth's wrist is cut off by Garrosh's roar.
Greater Demon, which was hit so hard by Holy Light that it was dizzy, staggered back. It raised its head and wanted to spit out Sargeras's Flame to burn these demon-blooded children. However, just like a repeat of the previous fatal scene, the most promising demon-blooded child tore through the most terrifying fire in the stars, and slammed down the battle ax with flashing holy patterns towards his head.
This time, Old Hellscream will never miss the mark! This is "family teaching"!
The roaring Gorehowl accurately and perfectly cut into the wound opened by Black Pawn. The flames of Fire Lord burst out again, allowing the hot ax blade to cut through the demonic bone smoothly, and then completely cut into the brain core of Mannoroth under the pressure of Grom's red eyes.
Even for the omnipotent Greater Demon, this is a real fatal injury.
Destroyer's body lost control, and the Sargeras's Flame that could not be ejected exploded in its mouth like a "explosion", tearing flesh and blood and causing Fel to boil in its body. Finally, Mannoroth's roar turned its life into a final blow to the world.
Grom, who fell into the lava, raised his head with his bare hands.
He could clearly see Gorehowl embedded in Greater Demon's head, and he could feel that the monster in front of him who brought Demon Blood Curse to Orcs was rapidly House of Plagues.
The destructive Fel fire was raging and boiling in its broken body, like a "Fel nuclear bomb" that was about to explode and completely destroy and pollute the Arathi Highlands ecology, while simultaneously exterminating all life on the battlefield.
It's like the explosion of a violent supernova from Twisting Nether.
I can't hide myself.
But it doesn't matter. Grom has no regrets. His mind has never been so peaceful as at this moment.
Facing the fierce evil fire that broke out, he opened his arms and said something silently, wanting to embrace his destiny.
But then Holy Light broke out.
Giant of Light stepped forward again and stretched out his hands in a suppressive gesture, gathering Divine Edict: Barrier, letting the golden energy wall quickly close with his pressure, like a standard sealing technique, Mannoroth's last burst of fatal Burning Explosion's scorching heat Fel continued to compress and control it, and finally "pressed" it back into Destroyer's fragmented body.
Just like the most "splendid" ending of Gul'dan in official history, dark green light burst out from under Mannoroth's flesh, and its stubborn flesh, flesh and demonic bones were annihilated by the "implosion", just like a corpse destroyed in a nuclear explosion.
The scales peel off, the flesh and blood are annihilated, and finally only the still roaring skeleton remains.
When the scarred Giant of Light stood up, the golden ball of light in his hand contained Destroyer's final blow.
Like a football genius, he turned around and aimed at the largest Fel Rift on the battlefield behind him, threw the light ball up, and then kicked it up.
This "national football football technique" that has been practiced for more than 20,000 years is so powerful that the "ball of destruction" made a perfect trajectory and finally hit the other side of Fel Rift. It fell into a certain demonic wasteland of Twisting Nether.
As countless Burning Legion demons looked up in horror, the destructive energy suppressed by the Holy Light package crashed into the ground and detonated.
After the violent explosion, the demonic world that had long lost its vitality fell apart.
The final burst of destruction and suppression also brought Giant of Light's transformation to an end. Diakum returned to the mortal world Human Form. Five Golden Little Angel surrounded him and sang Holy Song, praising the benevolent leader for saving this land from the erosion of Fel.
Diakum accepts this calmly.
He pulled out Kazzak's Soul Staff to support his slightly weak body, raised his head and looked at the remains of Destroyer in front of him, with all the flesh and blood gone, leaving only the desolate demonic bones.
Gorehowl was still embedded in the ferocious skull of Greater Demon. When Orgrim helped Grom forward, let Hellscream When held Gorehowl, Orcs Warrior clearly heard the residual sound of Mannoroth:
"Well done. Chop suey."
"Hey."
Grom bared his teeth and pulled Gorehowl out of his skull with all his strength. Demon Body, which was still holding on to not falling, shattered as if its spine had been pulled away in an instant.
Mannoroth is dead.
The power of Ashbringer burned out its Dragon Soul, leaving Destroyer completely destroyed.
But Diakum noticed the anomaly of Gorehowl. He patted Soul Resonator Staff in his hand and joked:
"So you Greater Demon are really flexible and flexible, and you will transfer your will when you are about to die?"
"What Mannoroth transferred into Gorehowl was not its will."
Kazzak in Soul Resonator Staff said in a lonely tone:
"It is a real demon. It is not afraid of death at all, but regards death as a challenge of strength. It is indeed more of a demon leader than me. Destroyer has given its ever-burning desire to fight to that battle axe, perhaps because it recognizes these wild Orcs.
Green Skinss have the blood of Mannoroth flowing in their bodies, and they are its "blood descendants".
Mannoroth is dead.
But as long as Green Skinss are still fighting among the stars, Destroyer will still be "alive"."
"Look on the bright side, it can't fight anymore, but you can."
Vigilant looked back at the huge halberd stuck in the magma Fel, and said:
"He also left you the weapon for which he is famous. By the way, I have been refining it for you at Holy Light. How long will it take for you to be reborn in the form of "Dawn Lord"?"
"Soon, soon."
Kazzak's consciousness fell silent, and it said:
"I will resume the ancient duties of Eredun, I will re-build the devil's cage in the star sea, and I will become the extremely evil one again the Jailer. Zut'nazz, Destroyer's Spear, yes, a magic blade that suits my taste.
Choose a worthy opponent for me, Vigilant, I will challenge and defeat it, thus announcing the new life of Dawn Lord."
"Shackles, curse. Mannoroth is dead!"
In the distant stone wall fortress of the Redridge Mountains, a mobilization order was being issued for Orcs to move to resist the human attack. Eitrigg Warlord suddenly stood up.
The violent mind that he had been trying to suppress calmed down in an instant, as if the power Dispersion was stimulating the boiling of the demonic blood in his body.
No!
That's not accurate.
The power given to Orcs by the demonic blood is still there, but it is no longer as stubborn and unwilling to be bound as before.
The blood of power from the demons has calmed down and truly integrated into the blood of Orcs, becoming part of their bodies and talents. The demon blood has not yet dried up, which means that the "curse" from Mannoroth has truly turned into a controllable "Fury Blessing", allowing Green Skins to truly calm down.
Eitrigg, who was so excited that his whole body was trembling, rushed out of the fortress and looked down from the high wall.
The violent guys in the castle who always fought privately were as confused as he was now, as if they had woken up from a long "violent dream". The blood in Warrior's eyes was dissipating, their ferocious faces were smoothed, and their heavy breathing like wild beasts became gentle.
Some Orcs fell to their knees and howled, while others looked around uneasily.
Eitrigg laughed, Blackrock Clan Warlord looked at his hands and looked up to the sky with a smile. He knew that Orgrim and other Chieftains had fulfilled their promise. From today on, Green Skinss will completely get rid of the fate of demonization.
Of course, not every Warrior is willing to say goodbye to the war. Even in the era before drinking demon blood, not every Orcs is willing to obey tradition.
A beast that is unwilling to restrain its rage cannot embrace civilization. Now that Great Chieftain has fulfilled his oath, he should also shoulder his own mission.
He's going to make his last selection here.
Those who love war and are immersed in destruction can continue their "beautiful" war here. Only those who want to return to tradition can be allowed to embark on this journey with no return.
At the same time, Shadowforge City.
Princess Moira, who was being chased by a group of black iron guards, looked at the Orcss who suddenly twitched in front of her eyes. She grabbed the warhammer and musket and screamed:
"I asked you, can you do it? Why are you suddenly twitching while running for your life?"
"Shut up!"
Rend Blackhand was holding on to the wall, breathing heavily.
He also felt the "obedience" of the always violent demon blood in his body. Although the bloody light in his eyes had dissipated, Rend was not weakened by it.
He grinned, glanced at King Thorisson who was tied up behind him and had angry eyes, moved his shoulders and arms again, and said to Princess Moira and her dwarf guards:
"Grom hacked Mannoroth to death, Green Skins Orcs's Demon Blood Curse has been released! Our wisdom and reason are returning. Before, the chance of taking you out was only 50%, but now it is at least 80%!"
"Ah? Wisdom?"
Moira looked at Rend suspiciously, and she whispered:
"Are you sure you have that kind of thing in your mind? This breakout plan is still designated by me."
"Noisy! Blackrock Orc is the bravest clan of Draenor. Why don't we have any wisdom? Why do you, a female dwarf, have such a poisonous mouth?"
"Okay, then tell me, what should I do next?"
"Well, just follow your plan. Hum, being good at adopting excellent ideas is also a sign of wisdom."