Chapter 1087 40. Brotherhood

"swish"

The knight holding the cross-hammer upside down rushed out from under the collapsed ground like a fired shell. His speed was extremely fast, he stepped on the surface of the tumbling and collapsed building, and kept rushing into the higher sky. Kil'jaeden in the air laughed wildly. He seemed to have found a modicum of fun in the chaotic battle with his former brothers.

Amidst the cruel laughter, several bright and evil rune auras appeared behind Kil'jaeden. As he waved his fingers, deadly rays of evil energy shot towards Velen who rushed into the sky. go.

The Scourge Knight, who was speeding through the air, waved his hands, and clasped a falling meteorite with his huge Death Grip. With the waving of Velen's arm, the meteorite circled half a circle in the air, like a thrown baseball. The same, roaring and smashing towards the cheater in the sky, and then the second meteorite was thrown high into the sky.

The Trickster shot 3 rays of fel energy in succession, smashing the first meteorite in the air, and amidst the flying of the broken stones, and the beating of the fel energy fire, Kil'jaeden swung his battle axe, During the entanglement of the energy storm, the second meteorite was also shattered in the air. However, during the explosion of the meteorite, Velen, who had already rushed into the sky, appeared in front of the deceiver like black lightning.

"kuang"

He grabbed the warhammer with both hands, and slammed it fiercely at Kil'jaeden who was close at hand with a deep roar. The hammer dented the armor of the great demon inwardly, but the great demon was not afraid, he raised his war hammer The ax blocked the second attack of Velen's weapon, and the claws filled with fel energy slammed coldly and grabbed Velen's shoulder. The cold flesh and blood splashed everywhere, and the bones of the death knight were pinched by the fraudster. of crushing.

The pain was meaningless, and the most important thing was that Velen, who had lost his arm, fell into a disadvantage during the high-altitude fight.

"boom"

The Trickster closed his wings and struck the helmet of the Scourge Knight like a heavy hammer. With a smirk, he gathered green corrosive energy, piercing the pale light on Velen's body like a spinning dragon spear. The confrontation between death and evil energy reached its climax in a moment, and the swaying halo illuminated the entire dark night sky.

"boom"

Velen's body pierced by the claws of fel energy was like a hawk that had lost its wings, and was viciously knocked off the dust by the Deceitful. The Scourge Knight who lost his arm whizzed and smashed on the big walkway of Suramar City, smashing the flat and The beautiful road was blasted into ruins, and his twisted battle helmet was thrown high into the air by Kil'jaeden, spinning and smashing at Velen's feet.

"Die again! My brother."

Velen struggled to open his eyes in the ruins. Above his head, Kil'jaeden tore off the armor attached by death. The great demon whose body was half frozen raised his claws and smashed a The energy group composed of evil energy is clasped in his hand.

just like...

A round of evil energy sun that is about to fall from the sky!

"Wake up from death, only I can give you... true freedom!"

"hehe"

Velen raised his left hand, which was still intact, and between the beating of his fingers, three dark spells sounded in the fraudster's heart like roaring yellow bells. They were shadow blasts that directly acted on the soul, like A dark scythe whizzed down the clouds, cutting out the cracks in the heart of the deceiver full of darkness.

"I..."

"Already free"

Death not only transformed Velen into a mighty Knight of Scourge...he was also a priest who embraced the shadows!

"ah!"

The great demon who was hit by the three consecutive super mind blasts couldn't maintain this destructive magic in the agony of his soul. The evil sun exploded directly in his hands, and the hot evil energy transformed As a liquid hellfire, like an overturned crucible in the sky, the terrifying liquid hellfire swayed among the cities of Suramar, burning everything and melting everything.

Whether it is masonry, steel, or even the earth itself, they are all burning in the liquid flames, as if the real end of the world.

"ah!"

Kil'jaeden covered his head, trying to suppress the pain that was rising in his soul. The tearing of the shadow on his soul made him unable to maintain his flight. This great demon wrapped in flames was like a spinning meteor, The sky smashed into the wilderness beyond the city of Suramar.

The black smoke and scorching breath made the earth that carried him groan in pain.

But... it's not over yet.

Velen stood up from the ruins. Without a helmet, his face was haggard, and he no longer had the relaxed and freehand style of being a prophet. His scattered white long beards fluttered in the scorching wind, and the power of death lingered on the Scourge Knight's body. On the wound, in just a dozen seconds, the annihilated right arm returned to its original state. He stretched out his hand, pulled out the frozen spike of evil energy in his chest, threw it aside, then raised the cross hammer at his feet, and crossed the The burning liquid hellfire rushed towards the direction where Kil'jaeden fell.

Like a dark storm moving in the dark.

A few seconds later, the roaring flaming meteorite fell from the sky again, which represented the continuation of the battle between Kil'jaeden and Velen, and the continuation of the brotherhood.

"It's really miserable."

In the center of Suramar City, which has become the post-war ruins, under the dark hole covered by death frost, on the Nightwell platform that has become the Jedi of life, the High Lord is still trapped in the time stream, but he But his gaze never left the battle between the Scourge Knight and the Great Demon, just like a loyal bystander.

But what is surprising is that during the battle between the great demon and Velen at full strength, the entire city of Suramar has been destroyed by earthquakes, meteorites, explosions of death aura, and the flow of liquid hell flames. The southernmost continental shelf of the Broken Isles has been destroyed. If Kil'jaeden and the Scourge Knights are allowed to continue, the Suramar Wilderness is likely to be completely sunk.

The two of them are fully capable of this.

However, the great lord Tyrion, who was located in the center of the battle area and was directly bombarded by the forces of both sides, stood leisurely in that time flow. He did not suffer any damage at all, as if he did not exist in this dimension at all.

What is certain is that this is definitely not because of the frozen time that wraps his body.

"swish"

In the underground ruins where the deadly energy still remained, the blue teleportation light flashed away, and the pale-faced Grand Magister Elisande appeared on the ruins. She just witnessed the Great Demon and the Scourge Knight He also witnessed how the city he had guarded for more than 10,000 years was razed to the ground in just 5 minutes.

The great magister Elisande is a spellcaster who has experienced the battle of the ancients. She has seen the gestures of the great demon Archimonde and the destroyer Maronus on the battlefield. She once thought that they were the great demons. The limit of what can be done, but now it seems that she has a little misunderstanding about the highest combat power of the legion.

"Um?"

The great lord looked at the great magister Elisande who was walking towards him in the ruins. Tyrion's ice-blue eyes flashed a playful smile. He could probably guess what Elisande came here for.

"Honorable Lord Tyrion Dawnblade."

The great magister stood in front of the closed time flow, she bowed down very respectfully, she said:

"Please forgive my previous reckless behavior. I used to think that the Burning Legion was the future home of the Nightborne elves, but now it seems that the demons don't care about our loyalty and life at all. They are not good protectors."

"so what?"

The high lord looked at Elisande and said:

"Are you coming to join me?"

The great magister was silent, and the great lord stretched himself in the time cage. The next moment, as if he had opened a door, he stretched out his hand and easily pushed away the flow of time that bound him. , This action made the corners of the Grand Magister's eyes twitch, and she realized once again that she still knew too little about this world.

The great lord in front of him obviously couldn't be bound by time, or in other words, couldn't be bound by the time manipulated by Elisande.

He is out of time.

And in the streamer fragments produced by the collapse of the transparent time flow, the Grand Lord stood in front of Elisande. He lowered his head slightly, and said in the ear of the Grand Magister trembling with fear:

"But have you ever considered a question...Why should I accept your allegiance? Why should I shelter you? You see, you have made a choice, and you should be loyal to the future you have chosen, and follow it Buried in the grave, you should have died 10,000 years ago...didn't you?"

"We...I'd do anything, my lord."

Elisande handed the Eye of Aman'Thul with both hands, and she said in a humble tone:

"Only for the salvation of the Nightborne, the Nightwell is gone, the Burning Legion will fail at your hands, without a source of magic power, we...we will all die, please, please save us, as you save other civilizations in this world."

"Well, it seems you know a lot, Ms. Elisande."

The great lord looked at the Eye of Aman'Thul that was beating with the light of time, he shook his head, he stretched out his finger, and stroked on Elisande's smooth cheek, the kind of coldness that penetrated into the bone marrow and froze the soul made everyone The magister's body and soul trembled.

"You want redemption?"

"Can!"

Tyrion used his fingers to help Elisande gather the lock of hair behind his ears, and he said softly to Elisande as if he were a lover:

"Anyway, Dark Blade is about to leave this world. One more or one less, it doesn't make any difference to me."

"Do me a... small favor, if only you can help me lure the venerable Queen Azshara from her palace..."

"I'll give you salvation, but be careful, every life deserves a second chance, but you have to work hard to get it, understand?"

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"I used to think of you as my best brother!"

The Deceiver roared crazily. He swung his battle ax and beat Velen's body like a berserk warrior. Under his feet, the cracked cracks in the earth went all the way down, attracting the magma in the earth's crust and infecting it with evil energy. In the end, the fel magma that incinerated everything was formed, just like a flame erupting, endless magma rolled out from under the earth, devouring the dead land to its heart's content.

The hot magma cooled rapidly under Velen's feet, and the silent Scourge Knight swung his warhammer, fighting Kil'jaeden to the death on this liquid hellfire and magma land with an undefended attitude.

"boom"

Velen's warhammer tore open the fel shield, and hit Kil'jaeden's back hard, knocking the archdemon staggeringly, while the Scourge Knight turned around and grabbed the Trickster's demon batwing, driven by great force, accompanied by With the sound of teeth being torn apart, Kil'jaeden's wings were torn off by Velen.

"You killed my family!"

Amidst the hot fel blood surging, Velen also let out a deep roar:

"You have killed countless people! That is the people you swore to defend!"

"boom"

The body of the Trickster was knocked to the ground by the bombardment hammer, and under the heavy blow of the darkness, the sound of bones breaking was so penetrating.

"It was you who betrayed me!"

Under the severe pain, the fierceness in the Deceiver's blood was also aroused. He turned around and scratched the terrifying bloodstains on Velen's face with his claws. Amidst the flurry of blood, the Deceiver called for the meteor rain of the doomsday battle , he wants to bury Velen together with this piece of land, let the dark titan go to hell! To hell with the Pillars of Creation! To hell with Tyrion!

destroy! Destroy everything!

"boom"

Under the desperate situation, the doomsday meteorite summoned by the fraudster has surpassed the ordinary meteorite summoning regardless of its size or speed. The terrifying meteorite rain roaring down from the sky is like the horn of the doomsday, hanging over Suramar. The stopped Eredar fleet was hit, and several starships that had no time to dodge were bombarded head-on by meteors. The meteors with the will to destroy smashed the starships to pieces.

During the shooting of the meteorite, the Scourge Knight propped up a thick anti-magic shield, ignored the falling meteorites, and continued to relentlessly hunt down the fraudsters. In this battle on the ground, he has the upper hand!

And in the flames of the sky, the Trickster folded his arms in front of him, and the incomparable shadow and evil energy focused on his body, and the souls residing in this land were all forced out of the living body Pulling it out is like a scorching soul spike hanging in the air, forcing Velen who rushed forward to retreat.

"If we join forces, it will be as it was before, Velen!"

The sinister voice of the fraudster resounded on the crumbling land:

"The Burning Legion is ours! Your wisdom combined with my strength... we will surpass everything sooner or later! Even surpass the mighty Dark Titan! But you! You gave up this opportunity! You betrayed yours World! It was you! You killed them!"

"Feel the doomsday wrath of Argus!"

"Bang, bang"

The flames sprang from the invisible and burned invisible, and the land under Velen's feet, together with this piece of wilderness that had been torn apart, began to be silently annihilated under the ravages of Kil'jaeden's power at its strongest state.

Instead, there are doomsday rifts that seem to crawl out of hell. This is the reality that is being invaded by the will to destroy evil energy. Kil'jaeden uses himself as the positioning coordinates. He wants to tear open the path to the twisted The rift in the void summoned the most primordial evil energy among the stars to completely engulf the land.

"How will you defeat me, Velen?"

The Trickster suspended in the primordial evil energy is like a god and demon that destroys the world. The liquid evil energy flows on his body, as if shaping himself into the most terrifying colossus of evil energy.

"I dedicated my world to Sargeras in exchange for the power of this curse! I will use this power to punish you for betraying me! I said it!"

Kil'jaeden stretched out his hand, and the thick fel energy formed a sharp battle sword in his hand, which complemented the battle ax held in his other hand. The green flame cast his distorted shadow on the annihilated land. On the deserted land, in the shadow of the Deceiver, Velen's body holding the hammer looked so thin and fragile.

The fraudster's voice thundered:

"I will give you freedom! In the evil energy, you will usher in a blessing that is 25,000 years late!"

"My brother, you will end up in the abyss..."

"Walk with me!"