"Haha! Haha! We Burning Legion finally set foot on this land again, and the air here is full of the smell of sweet food." A tall demon with long bat wings trailing behind him was laughing crazily, followed by a group of demons lined up neatly, holding various weapons.
At this time, the entire Well of Eternity has been completely polluted into Evil green, and a tall Portal was erected in the center of Well of Eternity.
The originally noble Sun King and the arrogant councilors were now as shriveled as dry corpses, crawling around the Well of Eternal Marks, welcoming the arrival of the demons, their expressions filled with humility.
Now that each of them has gained the power of eternal life, they no longer need the energy of Well of Eternity.
"Arthas is indeed the greatest Lich King!" Archimonde moved his huge body and walked up to Arthas. He looked at him condescendingly, saying words of praise on his lips, but there was a joke in his eyes that could not be concealed.
"Haha, I hope you, the powerful monsters in Ner'zhul's mouth, can withstand Holy Church's attack." Arthas also pursed his lips in disdain.
"Haha, mere humans, even if they have the help of Naaru, can't even think of resisting our Burning Legion."
However, as soon as he finished speaking, a violent Artillery Barrage sound rang out throughout Quel'Thalas.
Arthas's face changed, "These guys came really fast!" Arthas felt that his Undead was disappearing on a large scale.
"Stop talking nonsense and go out to meet the enemy! They are already here."
Archimonde's face instantly darkened. Nameless's attitude towards Arthas's contempt for him made Nameless's anger rise in his heart. He slashed at Arthas with the burning Giant Sword in his hand.
"Boom!"
Arthas, who was unable to react in time, was violently thrown out of the hall by the sudden attack, and instantly entered a critical state of serious injury and death. "Who do you think you are? A mere chess piece dares to talk to the great demon Lord, me!"
Arthas angrily used Frostmourne to support his body. At this time, he felt that his bones were about to fall apart, and all the strength in his body was gone. "You guys, I summoned you here."
"Haha! Because of this, you are useless now, Arthas, despicable human being." After saying this, Archimonde waved Giant Sword's sword and chopped off Arthas's head.
Arthas, who was carrying Crown, felt like the world was spinning. His head rolled down on the ground like a ball for several times. Crown was also scattered aside. The soul fire in his eyes looked at Archimonde who was laughing wildly with a hint of unwillingness. The soul fire was slowly dissipating.
"Father! I was wrong!" Arthas, who regained his clarity before his death, fell into eternal darkness with endless regret.
Sun King and others on the side saw such a scene, and their crawling bodies couldn't help but tremble. But Archimonde didn't pay attention to these useless maggots, but strode towards the door.
"Azeroth, prepare to meet your demise! Everything is for the sake of our Lord's long-cherished wish. Burning Legion kill, destroy everything you see in front of you!"
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"
The demons roared excitedly and rushed out of the Well of Eternity hall like a tide, destroying all the buildings they saw along the way.
However, they had not been excited for long when countless streams of light began to fall in the sky. White Light Ball bloomed with holy light among them. All the demons who touched this light began to scream heartbreakingly, including their twisted souls.
Countless looming black spheres in the sky were monitoring their every move.
"Captain, a new monster has appeared from the Royal Palace."
A commander who was checking the surveillance footage stood up and reported.
"Hmm! Is it a devil?"
"Eighty percent similar to the demon recorded in Azeroth literature."
"Let the ground troops be replaced with high-power Holy Light purification bombs. We must consume their effective strength when the demons rush out of Outside the City. We are short of manpower. Three legions cannot trap all the existing demons. We must insist on returning Pope Ria."
"Yes! Captain."
As soon as Archimonde walked out of the hall, he saw his legion, screaming and turning into black fly ash amidst countless blooming white lights. His arrogant expression instantly solidified, "This is actually a weapon specially designed to deal with demons. When did Naaru actually have such a method?"
However, as soon as he fell into deep thought, a Light Ball that looked like a small moon was shooting towards the center of the city quickly. The hot white light made even a demon as powerful as him feel faintly restless.
Just when he was thinking about how to deal with it, Light Ball cracked open over the city with a bang, and the dazzling white light instantly covered the entire city.
Archimonde, who closed his eyes suddenly, felt a burning and stinging sensation on his skin. From time to time, he heard the sound of zirrazila, and the painful wails of his men could be heard in his ears.
The white light dissipated, and Archimonde slowly opened his eyes. His whole body felt like a knife being cut. When the white vision returned, he was shocked to find that the Burning Legion and Undead Army that he had spread throughout Quel'Thalas were instantly cleared, and the entire city was coated with a layer of holy brilliance.
Burning Legion Demon, who was originally rushing out excitedly, now fearfully retracted his steps out of the hall.
But Burning Legion behind him didn't give him a chance to flinch, and the strong pushing force pushed him out of the hall.
As soon as he stepped outside, the demon felt as if his feet were set on fire by something, and a heartbreaking pain rushed into his mind.
"Ah!"
The demon was rolling on the ground in pain, but the more he struggled painfully, the more white flames appeared on his body, until he turned into a white torch amidst the shrill screams.
Seeing his subordinates being completely ignited as soon as they stepped out, Archimonde could no longer hold back the violent rage in his heart. When would their demons be bullied like this by the enemy? These screams were often brought to the enemy by them.
A trace of violence ignited in Archimonde's eyes, "Demon Realm!" In an instant, countless black mist emerged from Archimonde's body and began to envelope the entire city, covering the purification field created by Holy Church's super large purification bomb, quickly eroding the white light covering the city.
Archimonde strode towards the direction where Holy Light Bullet was launched, followed by countless demon armies. Of course, Holy Light Clerics's attacks did not stop. Various artillery shells continued to be fired from the constructed defense line, constantly consuming the number of demons.
At this time, Archimonde, who walked to the city gate, looked very unhappy. Just by approaching the enemy, the loss of his legion was no less than 200,000. For him who commanded a million legions, this kind of loss was not small. He also felt uncomfortable.
Various artillery shells don't do much damage to him, but they will always cause harm, especially the kind of artillery shells that instantly light up the whole city, which consumes a lot of his strength. This makes him have to activate his demon domain all the time, otherwise the demon army will be unable to move forward.
"Finally I see you ants, you mere human bitches, go to hell!" Looking at the Holy Light Clerics army waiting in the distance, Archimonde showed a hint of cruelty in his eyes.
Archimonde raised his right hand high, and countless resentful spirits flew out of his body, filling the entire sky, forming a huge dark cloud. Archimonde waved his hand, and countless resentful spirits flew quickly towards the Holy Light Clerics Legion with black gas, "I really want to see how you are haunted and frightened by Curse!"
The demon legions also excitedly waved their weapons and rushed towards the Holy Light Clerics Legions. The bombardment that they did not even see the enemy just now made them extremely aggrieved. This time they were finally able to tear the enemy's flesh and blood with their hands, with bloodthirsty expressions on their faces.