Chapter 1147: 45. Battle of Domination

Only when facing death and destruction, will all life reveal its truest side.

The pretense of lies and hearts will be easily torn apart in front of the cold, unwavering death, exposing everything under the hypocritical mask.

Whether it is a hero, a warrior, a mortal, a coward, a villain, or something else, under this kind of extremely cruel destruction, all the truths, like, hate, and unacceptable, are hidden in the darkness , the cold truth that is not known by everyone will truly unfold and be seen by everyone.

Only at such a pure moment can the true hero be selected...

"hum"

The terrifying flaming giant sword, which was bigger than the entire planet, slammed down towards the blue planet in front of it. It seemed that the next moment, this sad planet would be easily torn apart by this world-destroying sword. The shadow was watched by everyone in the world, even Queen Azshara who was negotiating, the strongest woman in Azeroth, closed her eyes at this moment.

She had seen how Aggramar executed a god with her own eyes, and she no longer had the desire to resist... That kind of power had surpassed her imagination. Behind her, the Naga who surrendered to her were already restless. Timidly turned around and rushed into the icy water, as if in this way he could survive the end of all things.

Varian also saw the Doomsday Blade across the sky of the world, but he did not close his eyes, but pulled out the sharp blade on his back with his backhand. In the midst of the surge of lightning, Varian's scarred face, Still as tenacious as before.

"Does it make sense?"

Azshara above the tide closed her eyes and said:

"Be decent..."

Varian lowered his head, he looked at the face reflected on the blade, he showed a smile, and said frankly:

"It doesn't make sense, but I just...don't want to die like a coward..."

On the spaceship in front of Baita City Harbor, Alsace hugged his wife and children tightly, and he protected Jaina and his son to his chest. Alsace looked sad at this moment, and he said to his wife:

"I'm sorry... Ana, I may, may not be able to save us anymore."

"No."

Jaina no longer has the stubbornness of the archmage. Like a real docile wife, she put her head on her husband's chest, hugged her son tightly, and said:

"Don't be silly, you will always be our hero."

Luo Ning was also kissing his wife's forehead lightly, with his left hand resting on Vereesa's swollen abdomen, while Vereesa closed her eyes, with tears in her eyes, the little sister of the Windrunner family cried and said:

"They, they haven't been able to see the world...it shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be..."

"He won't let us down."

The archmage said in a low voice:

"Nor will he disappoint his blood-bound nephews..."

Beside her sister, Cirvanas Windrunner bravely raised her head, allowing her long black hair to fly everywhere. She looked at the flaming long sword that cut down the world with a stubborn expression. Even if she died, she must see clearly Her enemy, and her hand, for the first time, took the initiative to hold the hand of the human ranger general Nathanos beside her.

"Maris..."

"Um?"

"If we survive... let's get married."

"good!"

The fingers of the two were tightly clasped together at this moment.

On the coastline outside the port of Baita City, the orc chief Thrall felt the helpless screams of the elements. He raised his head and looked at the sword shadow in the sky. , he still raised the Hammer of Doom, he knew that such resistance was meaningless, but if there was no resistance, it would not be the style of the orcs there.

Even if it is the God of Destruction, so what?

"Lok'Tar Ogar!!!"

Thrall's roar awakened Garrosh like a dream. Chief Warsong felt ashamed of the fear that filled his heart just now. He gripped the Gorehowl battle ax tightly and followed Thrall towards the great sword that fell into the sky. Roaring, and beside them, Vol'jin knelt on the ground and prayed to the loa, but got no response, only Bwonsamdi's vicissitudes of battle song, so Vol'jin got the answer.

The troll backhanded out the spinning knife behind his back, and joined the roar of the orc.

And Dranosh, the brave orc warrior, looked at the badge left by his father in his hand. In the end, he chose to forgive... He hung the badge around his neck, and together with his brothers, Venting the anger under the doomsday.

"Lok'Tar Ogar!!!"

The bearded Sun King Kael'thas usually hated the rudeness and arrogance of this group of orcs, but for a moment, the roar of those reckless orcs seemed not so disgusting.

In the roar that resounded through the sky, Kael'thas pulled out the Flame Strike from his waist, he raised the sharp blade high, and there was no fear on his handsome and majestic face. At this moment, the Sun King also became warrior.

In the port of Baita City, Alonsus Faol watched the sword shadow cut down outside the window. The old man closed his eyes and finally swallowed his last breath.

"If this is the future, then... I'm really not reconciled..."

"No! This is not the future of Azeroth!"

Beside him, the diamond dwarf Muradin tightly held his warhammer and shield. The dwarf roared angrily, and the great knight Uther, who hadn't fought for a long time, raised his warhammer again. He said to the dwarf:

"Yes, this is not our future! I firmly believe it!"

On Thunder Bluff, Kane Bloodhoof drank the last cup of tea with his eyes closed, while his son Bain stood in front of his wife Meera, staring at the scene of destruction in the sky with wide eyes.

"Don't worry, Meera, we won't die, we won't! Die here! No!"

On the top of Mount Hyjal, Tyrande, the night war god, sighed weakly. Behind her, Illidan put his left hand on her shoulder, and then took a step forward, blocking his beloved woman and his sister-in-law, Garrod She also took a deep breath, and grabbed Shandris's slender waist. This action made General Yuyue's eyes widen. She looked at Garrod, who shrugged. He said something, and then bowed. kissed Shandris on the lips.

"In the face of death, how can there be regrets?"

These words seemed to have moved Illidan, but the demon hunter hesitated for a moment, but still didn't turn around. Behind him, Tyrande looked at Illidan's back with his battle makeup eyes, and his eyes were full of entanglements.

On the high tower of Longmian, the five dragon kings who had already parted ways stood together peacefully once again, witnessing the grand scene of the destruction of the world. The war dragon Dragon held a glass of wine in his hand and raised it to the sky.

"Tyrion ruined our chance to leave... Now, I, the big villain, will perish with this world..."

The Dragon of War said with regret:

"It's really his style. Even if you die, you have to drag the enemy to hell with you... Heh, a good opponent..."

In the city of Ulduar, Mimiron raised his hand, and the wrench in his hand fell silently. Even if Mimiron had the most intelligent brain in Azeroth, he could not figure out the last way to survive in this doomsday. In the sound, the mechanical guardian half-kneeled on the ground, and he whispered:

"I'm sorry, the adults of the Pantheon...We, after all, let you...disappointed..."

On the Eastern Continent, Stormwind City was in chaos. The members of the Supreme Council silently waited for the arrival of destruction. They were very unwilling, obviously, there was such a bright future...

And at the front of the council hall, the bewildered Speaker Edwin Van Cleef reached out and took off his hat. He lit a cigar a little presumptuously. In the smoke, his fingers trembled a little, but Still standing up, he leaned slightly towards the MPs behind him, with a difficult smile on his face, he said:

"Gentlemen, it's an honor to work with you..."

"Oh, it's just a pity. The space program has clearly been put on the agenda... I haven't been able to see the stars yet, I'm really a little... unwilling."

The goblins in Booty Bay frantically scattered gold coins everywhere, but no one in the whole city bent down to pick them up. The goblins mixed together, men and women, throwing a lot of money, shouting and singing loudly, as if , as if it was the last carnival in the apocalypse.

On the tower of Karazhan, the archlich is rubbing the ring in his hand, he is waiting...

He knew that someone would always come forward.

As for the Restless Mountain in Pandaria, in the Shado-Pan Monastery, Zhu Taran clenched his fists, hating his lack of strength, while the supreme gods appeared very, very calm, just like their previous postures, spiritual The full-bodied emperor Shaohao splashed ink on the Yongchun Terrace, as if he was planning to complete the last painting, while the water element Lei Shi obediently prepared the ink for the emperor's grandfather.

"Quack quack quack, the world is going to be destroyed, come on, come on!"

The demigod Ansu stood on his own branch, and opened a door to the shadow world with difficulty. It screamed to his wife Rukhmar and his children, the few little ravens entangled in flames and storms. :

"Go there and take shelter."

"No!"

Rukhmar spread her wings to protect her young, and it screamed:

"Demigods also have dignity, I won't run away... I don't want my children to grow up in the Shadow Realm either!"

"Then hurry back to Draenor! As long as we fly fast enough, Destruction won't catch up to us!"

And in the South China Sea, the two leaders of the Yaqir Empire, the Grand Queen Sheksiel and the Dismantler Skris finally let go of the crazy political war between the two. In the secret room, with a solemn gesture, they added each other's gene fragments into a strange, cold black egg.

It was the most perfect product of the Yaqir Empire by mixing the three genes of Nerubian, Qiraji, and Mantid. The two rulers of the insects did not know whether this egg could escape the imminent extinction. However, if the bugs are lucky enough, even if the world is destroyed, this black egg can still be dormant among the dead stars, waiting for the arrival of a new era.

The centaur's Windchaser King blew the low horns, the quilboar priests sang ancient songs, the bearmen gathered in the temple of the Grizzly Hills, and even those who fled into the void of this world through the void gate of N'Zoth The creatures also frantically withdrew to the Shadow Realm as if their tails had been burned.

This world has never been so close to destruction...

"ah..."

The great lord stood on the reef of the tide, he looked at the sword of annihilation falling from the sky, at this moment, a smile suddenly appeared on his calm face, which made the condemned knight Velen standing next to him I froze for a moment.

"At this moment, you know? Velen, I suddenly realized..."

"Me and Lothar back then, it seems..."

"Perhaps in Whispering Harbor, he also faced my... desperate... stubbornness with this attitude and mentality!"

"swish"

The Ashbringer fell into his hands, the High Lord stretched his body, and his other two swords also jumped out of the space of the weapon, hovering beside him, as if being held by invisible fingers.

"Take care of your home! Velen, I'll come back as soon as I go..."

After finishing speaking, the figure of the great lord soared into the sky like a black shadow, rushing into the sky. In his soul, the always thorny Tianqi complained dissatisfiedly:

"Why is it Ashbringer every time... It's time for Master Apocalypse to show his face in such a big scene!"

"Shut up..."

It was Frostmourne, who had always been silent, who refuted Apocalypse, and beyond the expectations of the high lord, the soul of this magic sword was actually a... girl?

So, the reason why Tianqi is restless every time he sees Frostmourne is not provocation? but...

"Stop making noise..."

The great lord snorted, he stretched out his hand, and grabbed the blade of the restless Apocalypse, and Frostmourne also obediently landed on the back of the great lord, Tyrion, holding two swords, raised his head and looked at the sky It was the first time that the slashing flame sword, the power from the complete death world, appeared on the body of the great lord so vigorously, and the two wings of death that covered the world suddenly opened behind the great lord.

Like a dim bat...

He was getting closer and closer to the slashed long sword. Those flames tried to burn it, but the terrible fire of destroying the world couldn't even get close to the great lord. What kind of flame can destroy death?

"Look! Who is that!"

Queen Valeera's scream made everyone look up at the sky, even Azshara couldn't help but look at the sky of destruction.

In the scene where the world-ending flames swayed by Taeshalach enveloped the entire world, in the surging flame curtain, the figure covered by black wings was so clear.

is that a bird

Is that an airship?

That's an angel?

No!

That's the black death, that's the fear that makes the world shudder, that's the one who swayed the darkness... that's Tyrion Dawnblade.

Azeroth's...

Lord of Death!

What is different from the past is that this time, what follows behind him is not cold death... but... hope.

real hope!

"Agramar!"

"O Destroyer from the stars..."

"You decide the fate of life, you want to destroy the world in front of you, you want to destroy the rules I set..."

"boom"

Filled with the death power of the staggered long swords, like the X-shaped dark pillars that cross the world, they collided fiercely with the World-Exterminating Sword that fell from the fallen titan at high altitude.

Hot and cold, power against power.

The sound of weapons colliding resounded throughout the world, in the entanglement and collision of the extreme cold and scorching fire of annihilation, in the dazzling sparks jumping up from the annihilation of energy covering the sky of the whole world, in the cheers and screams of the whole world , In the roar of regaining hope from destruction, the whole world seemed to ring a big bell, covering up all sounds.

In that echoing voice, the High Lord looked at Aggramar, who was expressionless in the dead stars, with a slightly wild smile on the corner of his mouth, and he asked:

"you..."

"Have you asked me?"