Chapter 2079 The Last Warrior

Countless stones infected with green evil energy are passing through the void battlefield guarded by the dragons, and thousands, even billions, of rays of light are falling towards Azeroth.

The heroes of the coalition forces were in the Tomb of Sargeras, quietly staring at this scene through Kil'jaeden's stereoscopic projection. They could completely imagine what a spectacular, poignant and terrifying scene it would be like to look up at the sky above Azeroth at this moment.

Every point of light is no longer just a fragment of the fortress. After being infused with the supreme evil energy of Sargeras, they will turn into large and small hellfire giants after falling to the ground and become part of the Burning Legion.

In Elwynn Forest, which is full of industrial areas, Lordaeron has been reborn after being destroyed, in the snow-covered Frozen Throne of Northrend, and in Darnassus, which has not changed for thousands of years, it has begun to grow after many calamities. The green grass of the Vale of Eternal Blossoms, the Broken Shore where the flames of war are burning, and every region on the planet Azeroth.

When people looked up, they saw Sargeras' huge figure covering half of the sky.

In this scene where the dazzling light of destruction descends, after countless hellfires enter the atmosphere, their own flames merge with the flames generated by high-speed friction to form a long tail flame, which seems to be slow but is actually rapidly moving from this area. Falling in the sky that has been covered by evil and cannot see the stars.

Like a rain of fire.

That is the glory of the end, the desperate situation before the destruction of the world.

Just like the thousands of planets that the Burning Legion has destroyed.

The end is coming!

There is no power in the world that can resist Sargeras.

Not to mention the people and soldiers below, even the alliance headquarters in Naxxramas was filled with pessimism and despair.

"Oh my God! The Pantheon is already empty."

"Our heroes are trapped within the Tomb of Sargeras and cannot move any further."

"Not even the greatest hero, Duke, and his commando team have been heard from."

"How can we mere mortals escape from such a desperate situation?"

Many female messengers were already sobbing softly, and even the strongest officers could not help but tremble.

On the battlefield, old Mograine gripped the hilt of his sword so hard that his nails actually pierced his palm and blood oozed out.

Marshal Bridget Abidis had a livid face, holding the corner of her clothes tightly with one hand and touching the armor on her abdomen with the other, without saying a word. There is a little life gestating there.

Anduin Wrynn, the prince of the Kingdom of Stormwind, burst into tears and looked up at the sky: "Father! Uncle Duke! Didn't you agree to end this long battle between good and evil in your hands? If you really always A super hero who can perform miracles! Then let me see miracles born again! Let me believe until the end!"

Not many people can see that there is another spectacle in the void battlefield at this moment, which is a giant dragon, countless dragons. If thousands of giant dragons here fly over a certain alliance capital, the effect they will cause will also be to block out the sky and the sun.

They spread their wings and flew silently across the void battlefield.

They ran rampant, and countless wreckage of legion warships were knocked away and shattered one after another, as if they were screaming out of the planet's synchronous orbit and being sucked down by the gravity of the planet Azeroth.

They are five-color dragons!

A legendary creature that has guarded the skies of Azeroth for 25,000 years.

A beautiful green giant looked into the distance in the void, which was the direction of the planet Argus. Ysera murmured to herself: "Duke, get it done quickly! Otherwise, I have to take the first step."

Next to her, a slightly smaller black dragon flew past.

Ysera heard Onyxia's nagging soul voice: "Asshole master! Shameless master! If you want to lie to me, lie to me until the end! I am a great villain, and I will not hesitate to be your mount in order to survive. Don't let me I won’t be finished until the end! Then I might as well join the Burning Legion early in the morning!?”

Complaints are complaints, and the movement towards the target is not slow at all.

Not just them, in the snow-covered Dragonblight of Northrend. The death dragons that had been sleeping for countless years stood up, crawled out of the graves that were supposed to be their eternal resting place, raised their heads to the sky, and let out a silent cry.

Countless death dragons used the flying ability given to them by the shadow energy to rush into the sky and rush toward the Wyrmrest Temple. Because there is the only giant portal on the surface of the planet that leads directly to the void battlefield.

Uther, the third generation Lich King in this life and the strongest paladin ever, rides on the largest bone dragon. He led an army of bone dragons to fly alongside the living dragons from Wyrmrest Temple. Even if he is facing a huge fallen titan that cannot be matched by mortal power, he will lead the charge.

No matter how many dragons there are, there is no way they can compete with a true titan.

However, the dragons swept across the void battlefield and flew towards the direction of Sargeras' head without hesitation.

At the other end of the planet's synchronous orbit, the huge Iserlohn Fortress moved its orbit for the first time since its construction. In the huge and empty headquarters, only the mage who had become a spirit body was busy controlling the fortress.

On the command seat, the archmage Khadgar, who was supposed to be the guardian of the planet due to his fate, was smiling. As the core of the magic network and a disciple of the astral mage Medivh, he is now fully capable of letting his spirit body escape to another planet in the universe.

But here he is, living as an Azerothian and dying as an Azerothian ghost!

That's right!

Even if we are headed towards inevitable destruction, there is still one last warrior in this world!

In the Tomb of Sargeras, Kil'jaeden regretted his actions.

Because after a short pause, all the guardians, gods of the wilderness, and alliance heroes once again attacked him.

"Why? You idiots! You are all facing despair and destruction! Why don't you beg for mercy? Kneel down! Kneel down! Lord Sargeras and I are both magnanimous. As long as you are loyal to the Burning Legion, you can continue to live. Get down!"

Of course Kil'jaeden thought about protecting himself wisely, otherwise he wouldn't have thought about running away in the first place.

However, he has never failed in the past 25,000 years. In just 36 years, he has repeatedly encountered obstacles in Azeroth. Various conspiracies have failed. Even his most reliable lieutenants, the Eredar twins, have taken refuge in the hateful Duke. *Marcus, his continuous failures have caused his mind to become pathologically distorted.

He was too eager to see these enemies who had given him defeat and frustration kneel at his feet.

It was this obsession that cost him his last chance of survival.

He did not run away immediately, which allowed Odin to seize the opportunity and throw a powerful light spear, shattering his portal.