Chapter 966 The Death Curse of Despair

An arrow pierces the clouds, and thousands of troops come to meet you.

At this time, Mr. Hou has more than just thousands of troops?

That aura of choosing others to devour.

That roar that shook the world.

That bloody roar that turned the tide of the battle!

All of them are Archimonde's reminders.

In order to cope with the heroes' long-range bombing, Ake's body's resistance has been switched to a high magic resistance state. Grom's extremely unexpected leap into the air directly caused Archimonde to panic.

Gritting his teeth, Ake shouted: "[Hand of Death]!"

Theoretically, the effect of [Hand of Death] is to kill all targets within thirty meters. Unfortunately, Archimonde was too weak and was injured repeatedly. In addition, most of the magic power was diverted to the protective shield.

Grom's [Hand of Death], which was supposed to kill him instantly, hit Grom's chest with a bang. The Orc God of War, who had extremely strong vitality, was stunned to take the hit.

Then, the scarlet long-handled battle ax drew a bright and dazzling bloody crescent moon in mid-air, and the tip of the crescent moon happened to be Archimonde's neck.

"Ah——" There was a scream, blood spattered everywhere, and half of Archimonde's neck was chopped off until it seemed to be separated from his body.

If he were a mortal, he would have died hundreds of times, but he was an eredar demon with extremely strong vitality.

Even though the huge wound on his neck was performing a life-threatening fountain, he was still not dead.

"Get out!" A large-scale [air burst] directly blasted Grom's body like a meteorite falling to the ground, hitting the thick black soil and creating a huge circular crater.

Just then, Duke arrived.

A simple long-distance [flash] appeared directly on Archimonde's broad back.

"Farewell! Archimonde——" Duke's shouts spread throughout the world!

Gone!

It’s over!

There were so many people who provided the final cover for Duke, and Archimonde couldn't find any way to protect himself at the end.

He was so desperate and hated so much.

Obviously given him another ten seconds, he could complete the transformation of the power of the World Tree, repair his body, and win the final victory in this originally easy war.

But at this most critical point, Duke arrived holding the holy sword.

Golden light flourishes!

Brilliant!

With all the best wishes in the world for Azeroth.

Accompanied by ethereal and trance-like singing, it sounded like holy children singing hymns in unison.

Duke stretches the tip of his left hand forward and pulls his right hand back, like an open bow, making a straight stabbing gesture.

The gears of time seemed to be rusty and solidified at this moment.

Archimonde, who had no choice but to do anything, shot a ray of spiritual thought at Duke: "Don't kill me! I just want the power of the World Tree, and I swear not to pollute the world. Otherwise - even if I die, I will Give you the most terrifying curse - polluting your soul, making you unable to become a saint forever, and you will inevitably degenerate into the ugliest devil after death!"

This is the deepest and deepest threat!

It is also a threat that will surely come true!

The mysterious curse on the deathbed of a super demon is undoubtedly the most terrifying evil existence.

Duke smiled.

Archimonde is just stalling for time, how could he not know this?

He responded with a spiritual thought: "Just as I never dare to overestimate the devil's integrity, I will not underestimate my courage. It turns out... I am also a very courageous person! Although I was forced at the beginning …”

With a faint but determined smile, Duke thrust the unknown holy sword in his hand into Archimonde's head like lightning.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." The sound waves of the screams spread out endlessly in circles.

What spewed out of Archimonde's mouth was not only a scream, but also a substantial curse that was so strong that everyone could clearly see it with the naked eye.

If you exclude the dark color that makes people tremble, this huge curse is as long and majestic as the Milky Way falling from the sky.

Unfortunately, this extremely illusory cursed waterfall symbolizes the ultimate evil in the world!

It is the most violent destruction!

It is the most terrible blasphemy!

It is the deepest pollution!

It's the weirdest twist!

At this moment, everyone who had cast expectant glances at Duke suddenly realized what a terrible decision they had forced Duke to make!

"No -" Thousands of miles away, Queen Kalia fainted on the spot when she saw this scene.

"Duke——" Ilucia's eyes burst into tears.

near.

Tyrande trembled all over and suddenly fell down from the white tiger.

Jaina suddenly felt that all her strength was drained from her body, and she collapsed to the ground.

Sylvanas' face turned pale, and she suddenly knelt down on the charred earth.

Seeing this scene, Malfurion no longer felt like he had enough time to take care of these allies. He raised his vine-like staff high and raised his head to the sky with a long and complex roar!

Throughout the world, every elf received the signal for his general attack.

Tens of millions of elves drew colorful streams of light in the sky, and rushed towards Archimonde together.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Rumble--"

At first it was just a sound like a bunch of firecrackers, but soon it turned into thunder, and then into a continuous roar like thousands of cannons, which was completely unacceptable to people's hearing.

Not only hearing, but also the terrifying bright light produced by the continuous crazy explosions. Even if you turn your back to the light source, you can still feel the impossible bright light. Through the palms and arms that block the eyeballs, it pierces the muscles and skin from every gap. , thrusting the bright light into the eyeballs.

"Ahhh!"

All kinds of screams! Scream! Cry! Ever heard!

Every hero's senses were completely confused.

A long time.

It’s been a long time…

I really don’t know how long it’s been…

Sylvanas then opened her eyes.

The huge world tree Nordrassil stands like a solitary guard on the isolated land, its outline outlined by red lightning falling from the clouds.

The heroes who survived the horrific battle looked down at the battlefield that was nearing its end. In all directions, a small number of troops from various factions were like a tide coming from the plateau on the top of Mount Hyjal. The portal retreats.

There were not many corpses, and perhaps the single most eye-catching corpse was that of Archimonde, who was nailed to the trunk of the World Tree. His huge remains, which had returned to their original height of one hundred and fifty meters, were so eye-catching that they almost occupied the entire field of vision of the heroes. Set against the crimson fireworks in the sky, looking around at the criss-crossed battlefield that looks like ruins and broken tiles everywhere, it looks like a picture of the end of the world.

"Duke? Where's Duke—" Jaina and Queen Xi screamed at the same time.

Suddenly, Luo Ning hugged a dark human body and shouted: "The teacher is here. There is still energy! Let's leave first! The portal has begun to become unstable."