This was true for demigods, not to mention the mortals.
A large number of lives were consumed like ants. In this primitive and backward era, no one knew how many people had died except for the relatives and friends who were familiar with those who had sacrificed themselves.
Perhaps the demigods of Azeroth could find a chance to revive in the distant future, but mortals were dead …
The battlefield was filled with a tragic atmosphere.
If not for the fact that the Burning Legion only wanted to kill and destroy, the morale of the mortals in the allied army would have collapsed.
In the sky, the dragons chose to give it their all.
"No one can guarantee that the spy hidden in the Burning Legion, or Illidan Stormrage, will be able to close the portal. We can only trust ourselves! Give it your all! We will close the portal with our own power! " Alexstrasza encouraged the four Dragon Aspects, as well as the dragon assault team, Krasus, Malfurion, Rhonin, and the others!
This was destined to be a charge filled with pain and despair.
The sky of Azeroth was filled with dark clouds.
Unfortunately, the dark clouds were formed by the Apocalypse Guards that were hovering in the air.
Archimonde had personally gone to deal with the strongest demigod, Malorne the White Stag. Those left behind in Azeroth were not weaklings either.
"For the army!" Apocalypse Lord Memphistos roared. His huge claws fell from the sky, and the Apocalypse Guard army that was as dense as a swarm of locusts slammed into the Dragon Tribe's assault team like a huge wave.
The four Dragon Aspects were undoubtedly the strongest in Azeroth. The strong bodies of the dragons, coupled with the power granted by the Creation Titans, made them very strong.
However, the betrayal of the Wings of Death had extracted part of their souls and their power cores. Even Alexstrasza, who used life as her power core, was only left with less than 40% of her power from her peak.
Facing the siege of dozens of Void Dukes of various sizes in the sky above Azshara City, even someone as powerful as them fell into a desperate and bitter battle. They could not even get close to the outer city walls of Azeroth.
A single dragon breath could kill more than a dozen large Apocalypse Guards, but half a second later, more demons filled up the gap. They did not have the time to catch their breath at all. Giant dragons relied on their claws, mouth, wings, and tail the most.
When Malfurion landed, he summoned a net of vines below them. Hardly had the experts been caught and the momentum of their fall slowed down when Azshara's counterattack arrived.
Countless Demon Guards and Hellhounds swarmed out of the city gate.
On the tall city wall, the High Elf Mages and Eredar Warlocks lined up neatly in three rows, showering the heroes with spells of all colors.
"Follow me!" Malfurion led the heroes into an enormous sewer that could accommodate two carriages at the same time.
In the sewers that were not submerged, there was knee-deep black blood and a large amount of corpses emitting an unbearable stench. After Malfurion opened the gigantic alloy fence that had been enhanced by magic with a special secret technique, they had to endure the stench while they continued to charge toward the Forbidden Palace of Azshara.
But soon, they were also blocked by the flood of demons that surged into the sewers.
At this moment, in the tower next to the Well of Eternity in the center of Azshara, a bone-chilling roar suddenly came from the portal that Sargeras used.
Even if they could not see it, anyone with the slightest magical sense could feel a terrifying storm brewing in the Well of Eternity.
Obviously, that was the Burning Legion's unique Demonic Storm!
Sargeras is about to arrive?!
Is everything over?!
Unable to hold it in any longer, Rhonin directly used [Arcane Impact] and broke through the sewers that they had been proud of as a barrier. The heroes charged toward the ground in a suicidal manner and rushed toward the inner city.
Suddenly, an earth-shattering roar came from the sky, even louder than the loud noises on the battlefield.
Deathwing rushed in and descended from the stormy clouds in the sky.
He charged straight toward the [Demon's Soul] that was floating above the Well of Eternity!
"Mine! That's mine! You despicable thieves! No one is qualified to take it away from my claws! "Deathwing obviously fell into a state of madness as he charged madly toward the [Demon's Soul]!
Although Krasus and the others were full of anger and wanted to protect Deathwing who had betrayed the dragons, in such a situation, they had to shout in their hearts: Well done!
The Burning Legion was powerful, so the demon lords never cared whether their enemies were one or a group. Anyway, they were all guys that had to be dealt with! Only the most evil and powerful races that thirsted for destruction and destruction like them were qualified to join the legion.
Since they dared to steal from Nesario, they dared to face the revenge of the Black Dragon King!
Balnazzar, Malganis, Khazroga, and Crosus, the four winged demon lords, flew into the air. However, the two dreadlords and the two Doomsday Lords were only in the air just in case.
"Boom!" A huge three-dimensional protective magic circle suddenly appeared in the void, and an evil yellow-green light bloomed, bouncing Deathwing away.
Not only was it bounced away, but it also caused considerable counterattack damage.
"No —"
The black dragon once again rushed toward the magic circle that could not be passed through. His body continued to burst into flames because of his excessive strength, causing his body to crack. He had to use the armor made by the goblins to maintain his body, but now the counterattack of the magic circle had triggered his injuries.
Obviously, the armor had not completely sealed the cracks on his body. His eyes were wide open, and he rushed toward the Demon's Soul with anger. He was so fast that Malfurion was dumbfounded.
This time, there was a change in the magic circle. A cluster of green light that illuminated the entire world enveloped the entire black giant shadow.
Nesario was tricked and directly suffered a big blow. He screamed and somersaulted at least five times in the air. Even the four demon lords who had been waiting at the side flew over together, ready to take advantage of the situation.
At this moment, an accident happened!
Deathwing's dragon blood sprayed on the ground. This was originally an inconspicuous thing. Obviously, the Burning Legion did not expect Nesario's dragon blood to be extremely corrosive.
Unfortunately, the black dragon blood was poured on two of the six magic circle nodes, directly melting the Eredar Wizard on the node into a pool of flesh and blood.
The magic circle collapsed immediately!
There was a big explosion!
After a series of tremors, the existences of different factions were shocked to see a seemingly slender blue-purple palm grabbing the small Demon's Soul disc!
That was blind — Illidan Stormrage!
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