Chapter 96 The Vicious Power of the Demon King

Sargeras is cool.

His plan is about to, no, it has been a success for him. In his knowledge, there is nothing that can stop the forces of demons from invading the world of Azeroth.

The strongest guardian, astral mage Medivh, is his property.

The council of Tirisfal, which got in the way, was almost wiped out.

The guardian of the previous generation, Aegwynn, who thought he defeated him but was actually used by his conspiracy, has shed tears of failure in front of him.

Dragons? Hehe, there is already a complete plan to clean up those big lizards.

Night Elf? Those conservative, rock-headed guys never move their asses when their territory is not being invaded.

Compared with directly invading, using orcs, a warlike creature affected by the power of demons, is more like cutting flesh with blunt knives.

Sargeras licked his lips, as if tasting the sweet taste of revenge, blood and pain that he had longed for.

Sargeras was delighted to see demonized green orcs killing humans, men, women, children, armed or not, roaring or crying.

That kind of fire-like stimulation flowed into his soul that had been helpless for a long time due to failure, and that kind of invigorating taste was enough for every part of his evil soul to sing with excitement.

He believed that his plan, which had taken hundreds of years, was the most perfect, and it was because of this that he could stay in the impenetrable Karazhan calmly, watching these ants go to extinction with a god-like vision.

But now, there is actually a small ant saying, "As long as you kill you, you can close the door of darkness."?

Sargeras didn't react for a moment.

The next moment, he suddenly realized that this tiny little guy who had slightly aroused his interest was right!

That's right! Now the cross-world transmission of the Dark Portal is not particularly stable.

In fact, the entire Dark Portal is like a phone call, one call, one answer. If something happened to Medivh as the caller, the spatial coordinate positioning would be immediately disordered. Sargeras' plan to let the orcs come to Azeroth in a steady stream will naturally fail.

Of course, the premise is that he will really be killed by these ants.

After reacting, Medivh under the control of Sargeras immediately showed an intriguing smile and let out an arrogant laugh.

"Hahaha! Hahahahaha! Wahahahahahaha! It's so ridiculous! It makes me laugh so hard. I have lived endless years, as if you are such a ridiculous, incompetent guy who can talk about the main points of things, I It's the first time I've seen it."

Medivh's facial muscles twisted ferociously, and a pair of red eyes clearly revealed evil.

"Yes! That's right! Dear little guy, as long as you kill Medivh under my control, the Dark Portal will indeed close as you said... But you ants, have the courage and the ability to do this A little? Hehe! Let me tell you, death is not the end, if you are really that stupid and dare to come to Karazhan, then prepare your souls to be tortured by me forever."

With the last voice falling, Medivh's projected virtual image disappeared.

Immediately there was the scream of the old court mage.

"Adams!?" Ryan's always wise and courageous eyes reflected the tragedy in front of him.

On the old mage's mage robe, the protective spell that should have been very powerful was automatically activated in an instant, and then exploded in the next instant, and the well-dressed old mage immediately became a beggar.

This is just the beginning.

While the audience was watching, the old mage's two arms suddenly twisted and twisted for an unknown number of times, and everyone in the entire conference hall could clearly hear the old mage's screams and the tearing of muscles and bones. Broken crackle.

As if being rubbed by countless invisible hands, the old mage's limbs were all rubbed into his body, and his whole body began to turn into a meat ball.

But the old mage still did not lose his life, and his internal organs seemed to be protected by a special evil magic power.

Not only the old mage, but in the next second, half of the two entire teams of royal guards in the meeting hall suddenly suffered the same fate.

They seemed to be iron objects attracted by a magnet, and were attracted to the old mage by that inexplicable evil force. A dozen or so people were all crowded together and turned into an even bigger meat ball. Everyone's sanity seemed to be clear, and they muttered all kinds of words.

"Mom! Help me—"

"No—Officer Lothar, give me a good time!"

"Kill me! Kill me quickly!"

This terrifying scene made any normal person terrified, and even the temperature of the air seemed to drop suddenly.

The next moment, the victims spontaneously ignited.

Evil blue flames scorched their bodies and tormented their souls.

The cold sweat of every survivor on the sidelines completely soaked their shirts, because they could clearly see that their comrades-in-arms, their partners, and the souls of those familiar faces who had accompanied them for countless years were leaving their hearts. The body was burned by the flames of the devil in mid-air.

Sargeras' will had already left amidst loud laughter.

Time passed by every minute...

In the huge meeting hall, there was only the unpleasant smell of scorched corpses, the screams that seemed to be still reverberating, the dead air, and the extremely heavy, bellows-like breathing of the survivors.

This is Sargeras, the demon king, demonstrating!

He used his supreme evil magic power to show Ryan and others his power and terror.

He was telling Ryan that obediently waiting to die in despair and pain—this was the only ending he arranged for the Kingdom of Stormwind, the entire human world, and the entire world of Azeroth.

Ryan's body was trembling uncontrollably, big beads of sweat rolled down his face, Ryan didn't even know when the crown fell to the ground, he just sat on the throne in a state of prostration, not even moving himself. Even fingers can't do it.

Lothar quickly came back to his senses, and he was shocked to find that someone was faster than him—Duke!

Duke's face was also ashen, but the sharp light in his eyes told Lothar that he had made up his mind.

The sights of Lothar and Duke met in mid-air.

Heroes always see the same thing.

If you don't explode in silence, you die in silence!

None of them are guys waiting to die, so there is only one choice left...

The two nodded slightly at the same time, and said in unison: "Your Majesty! Please allow us to lead an army to attack Karazhan!"