MTL - Azeroth Shadow of the Moon-Chapter 803 Darkness

"Forehead…"

The corner of Turalyon's mouth twitched as he looked at the shattered barrier of the fortress. He approached Khadgar and asked in a low voice, "Who is this lady? This frighteningly powerful power...can't be possessed by mortals, right?"

Khadgar smiled wryly and spread his hands, "It's a long story, Turalyon, have you ever heard of the Dark Night Empire in ancient times?"

Turayang, who was not young, scratched his gray hair in confusion, "Of course I heard it, didn't you tell us a story before? This is the same as... ah."

Turayang reacted immediately, and he glanced at Azshara's back in surprise.

"Could it be that this lady is the legendary Queen of the Night, Azshara?"

Khadgar nodded and said, "That's right, the process of Queen Azshara's re-emergence is quite complicated, we will discuss it in detail when we have time."

"That's right, let's do business first."

Turayang pulled out his saber and took a deep breath, "Legion of the Holy Light! Charge, break through the defenses of Nathrax Fortress, and rescue the demon lord Kil'jaeden imprisoned by Sargeras!"

Although it seems that only thirty years have passed since Turalyon disappeared, in fact, in the time-chaotic place of the Twisting Nether, he has been fighting with the Holy Light Army for thousands of years.

Zera's blessing and the particularity of the Twisting Nether allowed Turalyon to break through the limit of human lifespan, and he is still fighting on the front line against the Burning Legion.

With his outstanding leadership ability, Turayang has gradually climbed from a super soldier of the Holy Light Legion to an important position today.

As the archbishop of the Holy Light Legion, Turayang is the actual commander of the Holy Light Legion under the premise that Zela is only responsible for making general decisions.

The Mother of the Holy Light trusted Turayang, a devout believer of the Holy Light, and gave him a lot of decision-making power before the battle. Turayang's prestige in the Holy Light Legion was unmatched.

Although many light-forged draenei were very puzzled by Turalyon's order to assist the Azeroth coalition forces to rescue Kil'jaeden, under the order of the archbishop, the forbidden Holy Light Legion still obeyed the order and sent Nascras The fort attacks.

With the coalition forces cleaning up along the way, the number of demons in Krokuun decreased sharply, and most of the remaining demons fled back to the fortress, intending to rely on the solid defensive barrier to hold on for help.

Most demons do not think that Azeroth's fleet can break the Burning Throne where Sargeras sits.

As long as the reinforcements of the Burning Legion in various star regions rush back one after another, taking care of these intruders is like catching a turtle in a jar.

The power of Azshara tearing up the barrier frightened the demons. Although the barrier of Nathrax Fortress was not arranged by Sargeras himself, the strength of the barrier is already among the best among the strongholds of Argus.

The revived Destroyer Mannoroth shot and killed his shaky subordinates, and personally moved his huge body to charge forward, trying to block the attacks of the Legion of the Holy Light, the Broken and the Azeroth coalition forces.

"Humph!"

Azshara looked at the clumsy and tall abyss lord with one hand on her hip, a sneer sneered at the corner of her mouth.

"Has this idiot been resurrected again? Sure enough, stupid people have stupid blessings."

Mannoroth's brain is not easy to use, but for the superiors, this kind of subordinates who have good combat power but low intelligence are trustworthy.

As long as you let them go out to charge, you can usually get good results.

Fighting against the Burning Legion for thousands of years, Turalyon has long been familiar with the characteristics of various demons.

The pit lords are characterized by their immense strength and superior defense, but their agility ranks last among the Burning Legion.

"what!"

Turayang, who was shining with golden light all over his body, grew a pair of wings of holy light from his back, and leaped towards Mannoroth with the Wrath of Vengeance.

When the disproportionate weapons of the two clashed together, Turalyon, who retained some strength, adjusted his posture with the help of the counter-shock force, stepped on Mannoroth's huge spear and took off for the second time.

The broken sword in Turalyon's hand is from Anduin Lothar.

After the battle with Orgrim, Lothar, feeling old and frail, officially withdrew from the front line. As a legacy, he handed over his broken weapon as a souvenir and token to the second Alliance Marshal Turalyon.

Turalyon did not simply regard this symbolically significant sword as a souvenir and collectible, but continued to use it as his own weapon.

Lothar's sword is called the Great Royal Sword. At this time, the long sword wielded by Turayang looks like it has a complete sword body, but in fact the upper half of the broken sword is composed of Turayang's condensed holy light. energy blade.

As the youngest of the first generation of five knights, Turayang is much better than his four senior brothers in terms of talent in the way of the holy light.

Leading the Legion of the Holy Light to fight north and south for more than a thousand years, Turayang has made rapid progress in the face of countless threats to his life, and has already broken through the limits of mortals and entered the realm of demigods.

Mannoroth is indeed very powerful. Once he is hit head-on, even a demigod will be severely injured on the spot.

Turayang has defeated many abyss lords, and he knows the characteristics of this race very well.

No matter how powerful an attack is, it is meaningless as long as it cannot hit the target.

Turning over and stepping on Mannoroth's weapon to borrow strength, Turalyon raised the big royal sword and slashed at Mannoroth's head.

"Take it, devil!"

At the critical moment, Mannoroth urgently waved his fleshy wings to cover his forehead.

"Shhhhh!"

The membrane on Mannoroth's flesh wings was easily pierced by Turalyon, and the condensed holy light blade left a deep scratch on the destroyer's face.

"Ah! Ants!"

Mannoroth let out a cry of pain, and the evil energy surged all over his body. With the explosion of evil energy centered on himself, Turalyon was temporarily forced back.

When Turalyon and Mannoroth confronted each other head-on, Tirion held the Ashbringer in his hand and slashed all around the mob of demons. The demons who had not reached the demigod level were almost powerless against him.

Turalyon's progress in strength was seen by Tirion, and he was very pleased about it.

‘As long as this war can be won, the alliance will add a powerful demigod in the future. '

The members of the Alliance, including Varian and Calia, have no intention of competing with the night elves for leadership of Azeroth, at least not yet.

The alliance's thorn in the side today is the Horde. If Turalyon can help in the war with the Horde, Tirion believes that the final victory will belong to them.

‘I just hope that the war with the tribe will stop making people miserable. If you can avoid the war, try to avoid it. '

As an upright first-generation paladin, Tirion has always been opposed to the war within Azeroth, but the general situation is such that he is just a mere soldier, unable to say anything about the overall situation of the alliance Four.

Even without the protection of the barrier, the defense of Nathrax Fortress should not be underestimated.

The only way to the fortress is a large bridge suspended on both sides, and the green molten pool of fel energy below the bridge is still rolling with countless disgusting bubbles.

The huge abyss lord led the army at the end of the bridge, and it was impossible to successfully enter the fortress without defeating him.

While Bolvar, Tirion and others commanded the battle, Khadgar, Vol'jin, Othar and others joined in the siege of Mannoroth one after another.

Azshara, who was supposed to be watching the battle from the back, had long since disappeared. Velen didn't seem surprised by this, and still calmly watched the battle with his staff and beard.

At the same time, in the underground prison of Nathrax Fortress, in a "luxury" cage overflowing with energy, a red-skinned eredar sat against the wall with a gloomy expression and lowered his head to think about the problem.

"Hehe~ Kil'jaeden the Deceiver, when we first meet, you seem to be in a bad mood."

A night elf woman with a seductive figure suddenly appeared outside the cell, with a slightly hoarse **** voice, she greeted the eredar inside the cell in a playful tone.

The Eredar was awakened from his contemplation, and he frowned and looked at the person who made the sound, his face obviously showing surprise.

"You are, Azshara, Queen of the Night?"

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