Azeroth Trail of Light

"The Stormwind assault troops are ready to request a landing!"

"The Orgrimmar assault force requested a landing. If you don't win, you would rather die!"

"Silvermoon City assault troops are ready to enter the battlefield at any time!"

"Sentinel forward is on standby!"

A series of combat requests were gathered on the projection screen in front of the captains of each starship through internal communication. The top commander Turalyon analyzed the battlefield situation. The fourth round of bombardment of the Azeroth Fleet has just ended, and the Demon Fleet’s losses have already been completed. Over 30%, they look a little messy and are ready to spread out.

After capturing this, Turalyon immediately issued an order,

"Hell Paratrooper, the Iron Legion is starting to land!"

"Thirdly, the Fourth Fleet Fighting Ship dispatched to suppress the group of demons fiercely! The other starship's main guns are charged, and the big defense shield is opened! Ready to take the attack!

"Huh"

Turalyon’s order was issued. Dozens of small shuttle-type starships on the edge of the four fleets rushed towards the demon fleet like unsheathed sharp blades. This is Ulduar’s modified version for close combat. The small starships of China have smaller bodies and are easier to dodge attacks. They use fast-activated large-caliber continuous-fire guns as a rechargeable main battery defense method.

After these sharp-edged shuttle-shaped spacecraft flew out, the defensive walls of the starship opened. After a while, the dark sky was illuminated again, Turalyon's head turned to the porthole, and four or five groups of flames sparkled in the phalanx. broken.

"That's Felwood, the night elves' fourth ship. It looks like the engine has been punctured."

Brigadier General Matthew, who served as the second officer of the flagship, whispered, "There are also Gunsan and Echo Islands..."

"Well, let's continue fighting, this is war."

Turalyon stretched out his hand and patted Matthew on the shoulder, and sat back on the command chair. A war cannot be won without sacrificing victory. It is just a fairy tale legend. All the soldiers and captains had determined their deaths before they set off. And death will be extra tolerant to the brave.

"Send rescue ships and try their best to rescue the people on those ships, other star ships, and do a good job of defense and evasion!"

"Whhhhhhhhh"

The black landing bins were shot from the lower decks of the various starships like bullets, and smashed towards the other side of the Krokuen cliff. The demons were still gathering there. At first glance, they were almost densely packed. Darkness, they have not yet woken up from the magic storm disaster just now, they are extremely chaotic, and Kil'jaeden can't take care of them anymore.

And this formation is the favorite of **** paratroopers, as long as they fall, they can cause extremely terrible damage.

And this time, in addition to the small landing warehouse of the assault team, there was also an extra-large black landing warehouse in the sky, at least 50 times the size of the small landing warehouse, mixed in the black spots in the sky, and it was very conspicuous.

That is the landing mode of the Iron Army. These steel soldiers are more resistant to impact. Each large landing module is lined with 100 steel soldiers and their commanders. As long as they land safely, they will be a complete force that can fight.

Considering that the Battle of Argus must have been launched in a confrontational mode at the beginning, it is definitely unrealistic to require the ground forces to slow down the landing of the Lisbar in the situation where their lives can be killed at any time, so the fleet finally adopted this more advanced The mode directly landed the squad to the designated battle location.

But this is also risky.

"Aim at those black boxes and destroy them for me!"

Although Commander Eredar doesn’t know what the black spots in the sky are, but with a normal person’s thinking, on the battlefield, no one wants those things to hit him on his head. Under its roar, no In one second, the huge magic fireball rushed towards the sky. This scene made other demons react. In just a few seconds, half of the sky was covered with this "spontaneous" air defense. Firepower.

There was also the roar of sporadic fel artillery in the middle. The largest fel artillery position in the Krokuen area had been completely destroyed in the big explosion just now. This has to be said to be the luck of the landing team, otherwise it is just one. The air defense barrage of the round artillery is enough to increase their casualty rate by 5 percentage points.

"boom"

A landing bin carrying steel soldiers hit a mephit that could not dodge in the air, and its direction was severely deflected. What's more, it was hit by three Fel fireballs, exploding a dazzling flame in the air. , Those steel soldiers and commanders didn't even have time to walk on the ground of Argus, and disappeared into the sky like this.

This cruel war mode almost stunned Hatton and the heroic spirits who were watching all this on the ground. This was almost a scythe charging against death. Not a true brave would not choose this attack mode.

Continuously connected fire lights lit up in the air, each time representing the death of the warrior, like a roar of mourning, but more landing warehouses still reached the ground safely, landing freely at an altitude of several thousand meters, and Propelled by the booster rocket, when these sturdy landing bins land on the ground, they are not much different from meteorites.

Their shells are burned red, and they hit the ground with huge kinetic energy. The land of Argus, which has been conservative for a long time, can withstand such a blow. The cracks on the ground make it easier to be smashed out of the dent. After this round of landing, the entire Krokuen area was like the surface of the moon, full of various craters and devastated devils.

The dense formation made them even have no place to hide, and the wreckage of the starship that fell from the sky, like a dead place wrapped in blades and flames, lit up in the sky, and the fire shining on the star dome and The roar, the steel evil spirits and fierce steel warriors that came out of the landing bin on the ground, and dozens of small support starships dropped flames and death bombs over their heads. The demons had no way to break through the blockade and escape. .

When have these creatures, who are born with powerful strength and traverse the universe, suffered such an aggrieved massacre?

But they can't fight back!

The combination of 2 steel soldiers and heroic spirits lasted for 40 days under the siege of the devil. Now the number of registered steel soldiers is...18. In front of these silent, fearless, and crazy opponents, the devil thought Howe's power is simply not worth mentioning. Their chaotic nature makes them almost unable to organize an effective counterattack when faced with the Iron Army under the command of an experienced commander.

They are going to lose. Maybe it's not that ugly to lose, but they are going to lose.

"boom"

Varimathras's body shook, and after that silver light flashed, he knelt on the ground. In its chaotic eyes, the last light of life was rapidly collapsing, and its pale chest, A ray of light surrounded by magma and holy light.

That is the terrible wound left by Tisharacher. This soldier who has truly returned to the prototype is no longer sharp enough to describe it. It is more like a high-level law converging on this blade, with the angel of order like a light. Varimathras, who is like a puppet, is not an opponent at all.

"Snapped"

The demon's corpse fell on the ground of Valarjar. It could not close its eyes until it died. The Angel of Order stood on the edge of the corpse. In front of his eyes, Freya held up three relics with a painful expression on his face. The melting Northland hammer, the shattered frost mallet, and a severely twisted forge hammer.

That represented the three guardians who had dedicated everything to this victory, and the Ulduar system was empty by a third at this moment.

Dick stretched out his hand, his hand trembling slightly, touched three things lightly, then turned around, strode towards Kil'jaeden who was fighting with Odin and Illidan, and accepted Agra. After Ma's power seed, the temperament that belonged to the former revenge Titan, the fatal killing intent that surged crazily, swept the entire dome of Valarjar at this moment.

"Give it to me!"

The voice of the Angel of Order sounded, Odin and Illidan looked at each other, and immediately chose to retreat. The great demon looked back at Dick who was standing on the edge of Valarjar. The pressure surging from the paladin's whole body gave him a trace. With a sense of trepidation, he waved his wings and threw out three revolving flame orbs with his hand.

Turn around to tear open the space, about to flee.

But at the moment that the dark space crack just appeared, a big silver hand with a hand armor smashed the open crack from the sky.

There was a flower in front of the big devil, the darkness of the Order Angel, and the face without seeing anything appeared in front of him. The distance between the two people was even less than 2 meters. Kil'jaeden subconsciously waved his paws. It was on Dick's body, but the blazing flames on his paws extinguished as soon as they touched the Angel of Order.

This is a crush from a higher power!

"boom"

Kil'jaeden's figure lost its balance. Under the bombardment of this punch full of anger and hatred, he staggered backwards. His energy shield lost all its effects at this moment. Dick's punch was basically It attacked his body without destroying his protective barrier.

But when he raised his head, the Angel of Order was still standing on the spot, not moving a bit at all. Dick raised his left hand and shook it in the air, his cold voice was in the ears of the great devil.

"You want to know where Aggramar is, right?"

He pointed to his heart, "Do you know what I want to do now?"

Kil'jaeden stared at Dick. He abandoned the idea of ​​escaping. This weird world manager was so fast that he had no chance of escape. He decided to fight to the death!

Throwing his hands outwards, two long swords composed of flames appeared in Kil'jaeden's hands. He took the initiative to charge towards Dick. At this moment, the dark green flames, the hot flames, and The chaotic shadows, the power that originated from the darkest, gathered together and gathered in his hands.

A demigod who is ready to work hard is terrible, but under Dick’s dark veil, the administrator who looked at the big demon coldly without a trace of emotion has also emerged because of the tragic actions of the guardians of Ulduar. Li's anger, his empty hands closed, and a bright blue and white intertwined broken blade appeared in his hand in the light.

"Burn it, Tisharacher, let the evil in front of you see... your anger!"

"boom"

This bright pillar of fire enveloped Dick, which is almost the most terrifying temperature that an ecological planet can be born. Tisharacher still remembers the breath of Kil'jaeden, which was also caused by the fall and death of Aggramar. Anger, the combination of these two angers, burst out the deadliest and most terrifying blow.

"Our destinies meet again... At Mount Hyjal, Archimonde died in battle. In Outland, I defeated your army. Now I am here, in Argus... You have lived for too long. , This world can no longer contain your darkness and filth!"

Dick's voice sounded in the rising flame pillar, and as he switched power, the crimson flame turned into a silver-white pillar of fire at this moment, almost like a totem erected between the sky and the earth.

"This time, Argus will be your graveyard! I swear... you are dead!"

"Don't think about it! Listen to the madness of these thousands of souls, I want to release the anger of these thousands of souls!"

"boom"

The pillar of fire-like blade slashed down when Dick’s energy accumulation reached the highest point. The purple soul storm also burst at this moment, but the purple energy, no matter its quantity or quality, did not have a single blow. More tyrannical, after a stalemate for nearly 5 seconds, the Thousand Soul Storm suddenly dissipated.

Kil'jaeden did not escape, he could not escape. At this moment, he even felt a kind of imprisonment against him from the deepest part of the world, that was the anger of the world itself and everything he did.

This world is the most just judge. It did not forgive Kil'jaeden, but at this deadliest moment, it gave the great devil a blow in the back.

"boom"

The dazzling light that shrouded everything exploded, and then quickly disappeared.

Kil'jaeden's body flew upside down, just a blow, shredding his armor, his body, his wings, his broken body hit the top hall of Valarjar heavily, and bounced. , And finally fell to the ground.

The Wings of the Galaxy behind Dick patted lightly. Behind him, there is the image of the Azeroth fleet that has pushed the battle to the end, like a **** hanging above the earth, indifferent and without a trace of emotion. .

Kil'jaeden struggled to get up from the ground, but at the moment when he got up hard, a mouthful of hot dark green blood was vomited out by him, his arms softened, and he lay down on the ground again, and then he A pair of feet appeared in front of him.

Velen, who was supported by Hatton, looked at Kil'jaeden lying on the ground. The great devil lost everything. Now he is an out-and-out loser, but Velen is not like a winner. He sees For his best friend thousands of years ago, he knew that Kil'jaeden had something to say to him.

"I have always been very jealous of you! Ahem..."

Kil'jaeden vomited blood and said with difficulty,

"Your talents, your beliefs, and your prophecies..."

The wounds on the whole body of the great demon began to overflow with dark green scorching light, which was a symbol of his inability to control the energy running away in his body. The light became brighter and brighter, like a bomb about to explode, but Velen Still didn't walk away, he knew that Kil'jaeden hadn't finished speaking.

"I never believed that someone could stop Sargeras..."

Kil'jaeden raised his head. He looked at Velen, his eyes facing each other, and his ugly twisted face showed a grin hardly, a peaceful one, a smile that might be called repentance.

"Perhaps... dear friend, you can prove me wrong..."

Velen sighed, stretched out his hand, and tremblingly placed his hand on Kil'jaeden's forehead. The next moment, Dick's figure disappeared in place with the great demon.

"Farewell... my brother..."

"boom"

In the sky of the distant Star Wars, a dazzling green fire blasted into the sky.