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- "You still dare to appear in front of me?" On the fallen throne of the Dark Temple, the demon king was burning with green flames.
"Why don't you dare? What I'm more curious about is that you have the courage not to run away?" The height of 2.5 meters is compared with that of 1.8 meters, but the eyes of the short body are looking down.
"I have been waiting for this day for tens of thousands of years, and it has finally arrived. I must let you know the price for deceiving me." The hard obsidian throne turned into ashes under the burning of the green sacrificial flame. The sitting king stood up, with his straight body reaching a height of four and a half meters.
"Hasn't tens of thousands of years made you smarter? What gave you the confidence to resist me? Is it because you have completely absorbed the power of the Skull of Gul'dan, or is it because of the energy in this building that you Battery waste?" The short body did not move at all, and his tone was indifferent and full of disdain.
"Although I am full of confidence in myself, I will never forget what a bastard you are. Come out, my friend!" The Blade of Azzinoth cut through the space, and a portal filled with demonic aura appeared.
Intense flames spurted out from the portal. It was different from the green color of hell flames, but the extremely high-temperature white color of ordinary flames.
"Why? Why did it bring us such a terrible disaster?" Amid the flames, the pale elf prince walked out of the portal.
"Little Kyle is here too, I'm going to find you after this." A warm greeting, this is a reunion after a long time.
"This is a person who has also been deceived by you, and now we are partners. He even imitates your weapons, but now he is your enemy. Didn't you expect it!"
"Little Kyle, do you remember what I asked you to do?" The Demon King's words fell on deaf ears. All he paid attention to was this elf who could be regarded as a nominal disciple.
"It's you, it's all you. It's you who brought disaster to us. My home is gone, my people are gone, and my faith is gone. All this is because of you" The Elf Prince looked at the former The figure he admired was still so powerful and hard to fathom, but what he had in his heart at the moment was hatred.
"I reminded you, when you first learned the Fire Song Technique, I once asked you: 'You have indulged your desire for magic power so much, what if one day there is no source of magic power?' How did you answer at that time? ?¡±
"We have the eternal Sunwell, and the magic here will never be cut off. You already knew there would be such a day, right? Why didn't you tell us?" The Elf Prince recalled the joy of learning new skills. , but now there is only regret left. Because he has never seriously thought about this issue.
"Didn't I already tell you?"
"You can obviously stop it." The Elf King said, staring at the human being who he had regarded as a short-eared elf for twenty years.
"I'm already stopping it. I told you how to do it the last time we met, but have you done it?"
"If a human female mage who makes your heart beat falls in love with someone else, then kill your love rival! Otherwise you will regret it for the rest of your life." The elf prince finally thought of the words that his kind mentor said that were completely inconsistent with his image. . However, he missed the opportunity: "How could I make Gianna sad?"
"Arthas Menethil. It turns out that everything I did was meaningless. Jaina will always be sad, but I will lose my country and my people"
"Is it like this, or like this, and like this again? You obviously don't do things that you can do, and you play the tricks of being a bystander again and again. That's why it's so hateful. This is the gate of hell, the devil The power is like this, even when my stupid brother imprisoned me. Now I will make you, a human who plays tricks on others, pay the price." The green flame burned along the Blade of Azzinoth.
"You are still so impulsive and have such a habit of blaming others for your mistakes. Let me tell you clearly that there will be a price to pay for containing the devil's power. I also told you that Tyrande would not like you like this. I even told you Your brother will not condone your mistakes."
"It's your fault at all. If you hadn't transformed into a black demon again and again, how could I have been tempted? If you hadn't transformed into a demon and amazed Tyrande again and again, how could I have made such a choice? . If Celia hadn't agreed to your proposal, how could I have made up my mind. This is all your fault." The devil's wings broke through the rune-covered body and spread out behind it.
"Celia, hearing this name from you only makes me angry. She is the only elf who still helps you after you become a demon, but how do you treat herher? It was you who killed her! I built the Sunwell and spent tens of thousands of years repairing her soul, and she would be resurrected soon. But you ruined my efforts. You don't deserve to mention her name. Let this sword cut off all our entanglements! "Slender hands float within reach, and the battle is ready to begin.
"Do you still have the Blade of Cataclysm?"
"You can't even remember the name of the Blade of Eternal Cataclysm. Then you must also forget the names of these five locks that lock the sword's edge! The first lock is called Illidan Stormrage the Forward. , the second lock is called Star Foster, whose companions are infinite, but its real name is Star Night. The third lock is called Celia Whisper, who whispers silently, and the fourth lock is called Marfa, who takes charge of the overall situation. Leo Stormrage, the fifth lock is called the prayerful Tyrande Whisperwind. But now, these locks are no longer needed." Touching the hilt lightly, a pair of black iron locks locked on the blade of the sword popped open. , take it off.
"You bastard, you go to hell!"
Bang!
Bang!
The battle was decided in an instant, and the tall demon body was trampled under the feet of humans.
"Why? The gap between us is still so big? I have been a demigod for eight thousand years." No matter how hard the powerful demon body struggled, it was suppressed by a human foot.
"Because, I have surpassed the demigods. Now the demonic power in you has to be recovered." The Cataclysmic Blade, which had not joined the battle, made two wounds on the demon's body. The burning blood flowing out passed through the black magic circle erected in the air and turned into bright red color before returning to the demon's body.
"The devil's power shouldn't be of any use to you?"
"My companions need to take back every ounce of power in order to prepare for Titan Creation."
"Companion, are you the same? Who is there?" The disappearance of the devil's power in the blood makes the devil's body become weaker and weaker.
"Sargeras, Neltharion."
"You, what do you want to do?" Such a combination makes even the devil tremble.
"Every time the Titans create a world, they destroy the original world first. We just feel that Azeroth should not be destroyed. You should know how the world before Azeroth ended, right?"
"Malfurion is here, don't tell him about me. Goodbye! Illidan Stormrage, maybe this is the last time we meet."
"Goodbye! Star Foster."
"My name is Ye Xingchen, and Ye is my last name. This is the memory I just recovered." The figure has long since disappeared, leaving only the voice.
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