MTL - Ranger King of Azeroth-Chapter 856 farewell old friend

  Chapter 856 Farewell, old friend

  As Queen Azshara said, after the initial outbreak, Velen was already a little out of breath at this time, and the overdrawn attack and attack with Kil'jaeden obviously put a lot of burden on his body.

  Kil'jaeden took the opportunity to knock Velen into the air with one claw, "Haha! What's wrong? Compared with your tenacious will, your body actually gave in first, what an irony!"

   "If you accept the power infusion of Sargeras like me and Archimonde, the leader of the Burning Legion will definitely not be me, but you! Prophet Velen!"

"Ha ha…"

  Veyron stood up with a staff in his rough clothes, his eyes were still firm, and the naaru mark on his forehead was still shining with indelible brilliance.

  "I will never succumb to the dark temptation of Sargeras! I couldn't convince you at the beginning, I could only choose to lead the people who were unwilling to accept the evil energy to leave, why did you want to kill us all!"

Kil'jaeden's powerful fire spell condensed into shape, and released it to Velen with an angry face, "Because of you! You, the so-called leader, betrayed your own people and our trust. In order not to make Sargeras suspicious, We must root out you, the escaped leader!"

  Velen persuaded at the top of his lungs, "Wake up, Kil'jaeden! What Sargeras told you are all lies. He can't cross the universe at all. Otherwise, why would the Fallen Titan form the Burning Legion?"

   "Now Sargeras has captured the soul essence of the Titans of the Pantheon. Once they fall like Aggramar, Sargeras will form a new Dark Pantheon. Where will your place be then?!"

"What?!"

   Kil’jaeden paused when he heard Velen’s questioning, he had already heard about the fall of Aggramar, but other members of the Pantheon...

   "Where did you get the news? Dark Pantheon?"

   "Let me answer this question, the prophet please rest for a while."

At this time, Charlemagne finally broke away from the identity of the melon-eating party. He walked up to Kil'jaeden and said meaningfully, "According to the investigation of Algaron, the observer who stayed behind in Azeroth from the Pantheon, Sargeras should be here at this time." Hide in the Burning Throne and corrupt titans like Aman'Thul."

  "Agramar is only the first semi-finished product. Except for the life-giver Ionar who is still at large, all the Titans have been captured by him and returned to the Burning Throne."

   "Sargeras commanded the witches to torment the souls of the titans, trying to bend them to his dark will."

   "Sargeras...shouldn't have shown himself in person for several years, right? Haven't you suspected it?"

  Charlemagne's words hit Kil'jaeden's heart like a heavy hammer. Just like Velen said, once the Dark Pantheon is really formed, Sargeras will definitely trust his compatriots more.

  Then what will happen to me, the fraudster of the so-called Big Three of the Burning Legion...?

   "Aww!"

   At this moment, the fallen incarnation besieged by the demigods in the distance howled in pain. He frantically began to beat the ground, and soon large or small cracks appeared on the solid prison floor.

  Charlemagne's expression changed, and he immediately turned around and ordered, "Jianna and Rhonin, cast spells with all the mages and send the army back to the entrance of the tomb. This secret room is about to collapse!"

  Jianna, Aegwynn and the others obviously also saw the actions of the incarnation of Sargeras, and without talking nonsense, they directly started to build a large-scale teleportation spell.

   About five seconds before the floor cracked, the teleportation circle was finally completed, and all members of the coalition except the four Charlemagne and the demigod of the wilderness were teleported away.

The legion demons left behind seemed a little confused for a while, but they didn't have to think about it the next moment. Under the hammer of the fallen incarnation, the incarnation chamber completely collapsed, and everyone was attracted by gravity to fall go.

  A height of a few hundred meters is just a jump higher for the demigod of the wilderness. Charlemagne, Illidan, Azshara, and Velen also used their own methods to fly in midair.

  The guards of Kil'jaeden were more miserable. The dazed demons were falling freely.

   Although the fel magma below cannot cause harm to demons, the incarnation of Sargeras is different. This degenerate incarnation with only instinct has no concept of enemy or friend at all, and he can kill even demons.

  Besides, due to the width and ferocious strength of the huge sword in his hand, the fallen incarnation usually attacks in a range when it slashes down.

   Most of the demigods of the wilderness escaped the slash of the giant sword with their nimble steps, while Tortola stood calmly, and the opponent couldn't break through the defense anyway.

Under Charlemagne's signal, Tortola did not activate his heaven-defying taunting power. At this time, the avatar of Sargeras was slashing and killing among the demons like crazy, and soon Kil'jaeden's pitiful near The guards were slaughtered.

   "Heh... After all, he is just a beast-like existence, and he can't be expected to do more."

  The Trickster flapped his wings and landed on the ground below which was shattered by the giant sword. After taking a deep look at Charlemagne, Kil'jaeden once again assumed a fighting stance.

   "Although what you said has shaken me, there is no turning back..."

  Velen took a step forward a little excitedly at this time, planning to persuade Kil'jaeden, but the fraudster reached out to stop him.

   "Needless to say, we have already parted ways in Argus. Even if the path I choose is wrong, I will still take it to the end."

   "Come on Velen, show me your will! Don't make me look down on you!"

  Charlemagne and Queen Azshara clearly saw that Kil'jaeden was determined to die. Once the fraudster died, it was more than 90% likely that Sargeras, who was busy building the Dark Pantheon, would not resurrect him again.

   "The Prophet..."

Velen closed his eyes and struggled for a while and finally made up his mind, "...In this case, I will witness on your behalf to the end. After the battle of Azeroth is over, we will use the Sargerite Keystone to counterattack Argus, Sargra His expedition will fail!"

   "Huh... the Sargerite Keystone."

Kil'jaeden glanced at Illidan, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, "I didn't expect that thing to fall into your hands, it's okay, if I don't have this level of awareness, I will make you look down on me, let's start, witness my last fighting!"

   Illidan stared fixedly at the fraudster he once called "Master", without saying a word, tightened the Double Blades of Azzinoth in his hands, and was the first to charge forward.

  Charlemagne's support shots also followed suit. After reaching the realm, his casual strikes were so powerful that even the fraudster had to open the fel energy barrier to stop him.

   When Queen Azshara also activated the special ability of her magical staff, and when the terrifying arcane power surged all over her body and began to condense her big move, a trace of sadness flashed imperceptibly in Velen's eyes.

  ‘Farewell, old friend, I will live with you until I see the end of Sargeras with my own eyes. '

   Thanks to the book friend "Liu Shuo 2015" for his support.

  (end of this chapter)