Countless stones contaminated by green evil energy were passing through the void battlefield guarded by the dragons. Tens of thousands, or even hundreds of millions of lights were falling towards Azeroth.
The allied heroes were in the tomb of Sargeras, quietly watching this scene through Kil 'jaeden's 3D projection. They could totally imagine the spectacular, poignant and terrifying scene looking up at the sky on the land of Azeroth.
Every single dot of light was no longer a simple fragment of the Stronghold. After being infused with Sargeras' supreme evil energy, they would become Hellfire Giants of all sizes after falling to the ground, and become part of the Burning Legion.
In the industrial Elven Forest, in Lordaeron that was reborn after destruction, in the snow-capped Frozen Throne of Northrend, in the unchanged Darnassus, in the Splendid Valley that began to grow green grass after the catastrophe, in the Broken Beach that burned with the flames of war, in every area of planet Azeroth.
When people looked up, they saw Sargeras' huge figure covering half of the sky.
In the scene of the descent of the blinding light of destruction, after countless Hellfire entered the atmosphere, their own flames fused with the flames produced by the high-speed friction, forming a long tail of flames that seemed slow but was actually falling rapidly from the sky that had been covered by evil and the stars could not be seen.
It was like a rain of flames.
It was the light of the end, the desperate situation before the world was destroyed.
Just as the Burning Legion had destroyed thousands of planets.
The end was coming!
There was no power in the mortal world that could resist Sargeras.
Not to mention the people and soldiers below, even the Alliance Command in Naxxramas was filled with pessimism and despair.
"Oh my god! The Pantheon is already an empty shell. "
"Our heroes are trapped in the tomb of Sargeras and can't move an inch."
"Even the greatest hero Duque and his commandos have no news."
"How can we mortals get out of such a desperate situation?"
Many female heralds were already sobbing, and even the strongest officer couldn't help but tremble.
On the battlefield, Old Mograine gripped the hilt of his sword so tightly that his nails pierced his palm and oozed blood.
Marshal Bridget Abbendis's face was ashen. She gripped the corner of her clothes with one hand and touched the armor on her abdomen with the other. She did not say a word. There was a tiny life growing there.
The Prince of Stormwind, Anduin Wrynn, looked up at the sky with tears streaming down his face. "Father! Uncle Duque! Didn't you say that you would end this long war between good and evil in your hands? If you are really superheroes who can perform miracles every single time! Then let me witness the birth of another miracle! Let me believe in you till the end! "
Not many people were able to see that at this moment, there was another strange scene in the void battlefield. It was a huge dragon, an innumerable dragon. If tens of thousands of giant dragons were to fly over any of the Alliance's capitals, the effect they would cause would also be enough to blot out the sky.
They spread their wings and silently flew across the void battlefield.
They rampaged around, and countless battleships of the army were smashed into pieces. It was as if they had escaped from the orbit of the planet and were being sucked down by the gravity of the planet Azeroth.
They were the Pentashade Dragons!
The legendary creatures that had been guarding the sky of Azeroth for 25,000 years.
A beautiful green dragon looked into the distance in the void. That was the direction of Argus. Ysera muttered to herself, "Duque, hurry up and finish it! Otherwise, I'll be leaving first. "
Beside her, a slightly smaller black dragon flew past.
Ysera heard the voice of Onyxia's soul nagging, "Bastard Master! Shameless Master! If you want to lie to me, then lie to the end! I'm a great villain, but in order to survive, I didn't hesitate to become your mount. Don't let me be the last one to die! Then why don't I join the Burning Legion earlier!? "
Although she was complaining, she did not slow down at all as she flew towards her target.
It was not just them. In the snow-covered Dragonbone Waste of Northrend. The Death Dragons that had slept for countless years stood up and crawled out of the tomb that was supposed to be their eternal resting place. They raised their heads towards the sky and let out a silent cry.
Countless Death Dragons used the shadow energy to give them the ability to fly and rushed into the sky, surging towards the Dragon's Rest Shrine. Because there was a giant portal on the surface of the planet that led directly to the void battlefield.
The third generation Lich King of this era, once the strongest Holy Knight Uther, was riding on the largest bone dragon. He led the bone dragon army and flew side by side with the live dragons from the Dragon's Rest Shrine. Even if they were facing a super huge Fallen Titan that could not be matched by mortal power, he would still lead the charge.
Mere dragons, no matter how many there were, could not be a match for a true Titan.
However, the group of dragons swept past the void battlefield and flew towards the direction of Sargeras' head without hesitation.
On the other side of the planet's orbit, the huge Iseron Fortress moved its orbit for the first time since the day it was built. In the huge and spacious command center, only the wizards who had become spirits were busy operating the fortress.
In the commander's seat, Archmage Cadgar, who had a difficult life and should have become the planet's guardian, was smiling. As the core of the magic net and the disciple of the astral wizard Medivh, he had the ability to let his spirit escape to another planet in the universe.
But here, he was born an Azeroth man, and he would die an Azeroth ghost!
That's right!
Even if he was walking towards destruction, there would still be a final warrior in this world!
In the tomb of Sargeras, Kil 'jaeden regretted it.
Because after a short pause, all the guardians, God of the Wilderness, and Alliance heroes once again attacked him.
"Why? You bunch of idiots! You're all facing despair and destruction! Why don't you beg for mercy? Kneel! All of you kneel! Lord Sargeras and I are magnanimous. As long as you pledge loyalty to the Burning Legion, you can continue to live! "
Of course, Kil 'jaeden had thought of protecting himself. Otherwise, he wouldn't have wanted to run in the first place.
However, he, who had never failed in the past 25,000 years, had repeatedly hit a wall in Azeroth in a short 36 years. All kinds of conspiracies had failed, and even his most trusted assistants, the Eredar Gemini, had defected to that hateful Duke Marcus. The continuous failures had caused his mind to become morbid and twisted.
He was too eager to see these enemies who had once given him failure and frustration kneel at his feet.
It was this obsession that destroyed his last chance of survival.
He did not run away immediately, which gave Odin the opportunity to throw a powerful spear of light, which shattered his portal.
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