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Diablo 2 Chapter 71 Hell Roar

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    In the Eastern Plaguelands, the grasslands outside Tyr's Hand, the entire battlefield fell into an eerie silence.  £ÀÀÖ£ÀÎÄ£ÀС@˵| The Scarlet Crusaders opened their mouths and looked at everything in front of them in disbelief, including the gleaming arms of the great Crusader Dathrohan, and the gleaming arms of Isenlien.  A chest pierced by an arm.  "Lord Dathrohan, how could this happen?" More than one person murmured, and even the senior officials looked confused. Before today, no one had ever thought that a warrior as powerful as Dathrohan could do this.  Possessed by demons, many people even wish that everything they see is an illusion.  However, the facts would not change at all. Isorien was stabbed to death with one move. Dathrohan, no, it should be said that it was the Dread Lord Balnazzar who turned around. Before anyone could react,  It transformed into the true form of the devil, then spread its wings and flew towards the sky.  "It must not have seen clearly how its brother died!" Mo Wen curled his lips and said with some humor.  Then another silvery-white meteor shot up into the sky, and Balnazar, who was about to flee, followed in the footsteps of his brothers.  "Seize it and avenge Lord Dathrohan!" At this moment, watching the demon falling from the sky, the Scarlet Crusaders finally reacted. Their eyes were red, holding weapons, and they were desperately heading towards the falling demon.  The demon on the ground pounced.  Mo Wen was not involved. A Dreadlord with second-rate strength was besieged by so many Scarlet Crusaders. There was no need for him to take action anymore, and he had no intention of taking action.  Taking a few steps forward gently, Mo Wen walked to Yi Senlien's side. The latter was already half-death at this time. The big hole in his chest was bleeding almost non-stop.  A small pool of blood formed on the grass.  "Hey, do you know? Isenlien, the Dread Lord just wanted to kill Tyrann Fordring. If I hadn't suggested a temporary substitution, then he would be the one lying here instead of you!" Half-crouched  Coming down, Mo Wen watched with satisfaction as Isenlien entered death, while admiring his face that was distorted by his words.  "You, don't be proud, you devil, even if I die, the Scarlet Crusade will still stand firm and insist on the glory of the Holy Light!" After exhausting his last strength, Isenlien grabbed Mo Wen's palm.  He said viciously, and the ferocious expression on his face didn't look like a priest at all, but more like an evil ghost from hell.  But listen to him.  The smile on Mo Wen's face became even brighter. He leaned down and whispered softly into Yi Senlien's ear, "Speaking of this matter, I really want to thank you, Prosecutor General Yi Senlien.  ! If you don't go crazy, there's nothing I can do against you. In the end, I have to cooperate with an old fox like you to defeat the Scourge Legion. But now that you're dead, the rest will be much easier!"  As he spoke, Mo Wen's eyes swept over Bridget, who was standing there blankly, and Tyrann Fording, who was frantically attacking Balnazzar in front.  "After all, there is nothing easier than deceiving a lost young lamb!" "Don't worry, Attorney General Isenlien. After today, I will definitely mold you into a tragic example who is bewitched by the devil.  Let the soldiers of the Scarlet Crusade never make the same mistakes as you did, and I will correct those policies that contain demonic conspiracies one by one!" With a bright smile on his face, Mo Wen said something about Yi.  The most vicious words for Senlien.  "No! You can't! -" The Attorney General's face turned red, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Then he tried his best to grab Mo Wen, but unfortunately his hand fell down weakly just halfway through.  .  At this point, Isenlien, the Attorney General of the Scarlet Crusade and the actual leader of Hearthglen, passed away suddenly. He died at the hands of the devil.  Slowly pulling away Isenlien¡¯s tightly grasped palm, Mo Wen stood up, patted his clothes leisurely twice, but looked at the distant sky.  "Okay, things are pretty much the same here in Lordaeron, only the couple from the Scarlet Monastery are left!" ¡ª¡ª On the continent of Kalimdor, in the Demon-Slaying Valley, a battle is about to take place.  Battle scene.  In the narrow valley, two orcs were confronting the destroyer Mannoroth. One of them was very young, wearing black armor and holding a giant hammer, while the other had an old face, with pigtails and a hammer in his hand.  Bloody giant axe.  Although the two orcs can be considered burly, they are still a bit petite compared to the huge body of the destroyer.  A bloodthirsty smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Looking at the two orcs who came to him, Mannolos said contemptuously: "Interesting, two??Little bug, actually challenge my great destroyer Mannoroth?  !  Haha, interesting, so interesting!  " A thunderous buzz echoed in the canyon. Mannoroth's powerful aura enveloped the entire place almost instantly, making people breathless. However, the orcs on the opposite side showed no fear.  The young orc among them took a step forward, pointing the giant hammer at the destroyer, "Devil, today is your end, and the Warsong clan will surely recover from your blood curse!  " And the old orc was even more direct. He glanced at Mannoroth with disdain, and then shouted: "You loser whose horns were cut off, you have to pay for what you did before. No one can do it."  You can enslave me Grommash Hellscream!  nobody!  !  " "Seeking death!  "Hellscream's words angered Mannoroth. Mo Wen cut off one of his horns in Lordaeron, which had always been his heartache. Now that someone mentioned it again, Mannoroth's eyes turned red.  ! The four hooves stomped on the ground, and the destroyer's huge body began to accelerate, charging straight towards the two of them like a wild bull. The momentum was as if it was about to overturn a hill, and the entire valley was charged there.  "Not good!"  " Thrall was shocked, but it had never thought that Mannoroth's body could be so fast. It hurriedly threw the hammer in his hand, trying to stop Mannoroth, but faced this oncoming attack.  However, Mannoroth's speed did not slow down. He just waved the double-headed war spear in his hand and flew away the hammer. Mannoroth's strength had already reached the first-class level. Thrall was only second-class.  Level, even unable to stop it. With a deafening roar, Mannoroth rushed in front of the two orcs, and the double-headed war spear slid down from the air. The ground cracked, and rocks flew.  The shock wave directly knocked Thrall and Grom away. ¡°It turns out that you two little bugs are just good at talking!  "After a successful blow, the destroyer looked at the two people who were knocked away and smiled contemptuously. He kicked his limbs and hooves back and forth on the ground and laughed loudly: "Is this the extent of drinking my blood? Is it true?  waste.  You green-skinned guys, just be obedient dogs for our great Burning Legion, and maybe you can even save a life!  Now." The words were lightly pinched and disdainful. The eyes of Grommash Hellscream, who fell to the ground, turned blood red in an instant. "You, how dare you!  " The old orc struggled to get up from the ground, holding the legendary battle ax Blood Roar tightly with both hands, "How dare you humiliate the great orc family like this, and want to deprive us of our glory and freedom!  Demon, I tell you, no one can enslave the orcs.  We orcs - never, ever, will be slaves!  " Roaring loudly. Hellscream's muscles swelled strangely, and a large number of veins burst out. Then the blood roar on its hand began to tremble, seeming to resonate with something. This seal sealed six Ge  The magic weapon in the heart was strangely stained with a layer of blood, and the flowing light was as deep and sticky as the sea of ??blood. ¡°¡ª¡ªHa!  " With an angry roar, Hellscream ran wildly on the ground with both feet. Then he jumped up and struck at Maronos with his axe. Facing such a powerful blow, Maronos also turned pale.  Changing, the double-headed war spear in his hand was intended to block Hell Roar's attack. However, the next moment, Maronos's eyes suddenly opened wide, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.  Like a smooth curve, the blood roar in Hellscream's hand easily cut through its double-headed war spear, and then struck its chest with unabated force. "Bang!" The huge body of the destroyer turned out to be a human.  He stood up, raised his two front hooves to the sky, and kicked back a few steps. "How is this possible? I will die in the hands of such a little insect. I, I don't accept it!"  I'm not convinced!  "Looking towards his chest, Maronos shook his head and murmured unwillingly. On its chest, Hellscream, including its arms, had half of its body deeply sunk into the flesh of the destroyer.  In the middle, Hell Roar cut a thick wound nearly one meter deep in Maronos with one blow. Through the wound, you can even see the squirming heart in the destroyer's body! "Zai, Zai, let's die together!"  "    "¡ª¡ªah!  " Knowing his body well and knowing that his heart was broken and that there was no trace of life left, the Destroyer looked up to the sky and roared. He threw away his broken spear with both hands, covered his chest tightly, and blocked the body.  RomaHell roar pressed hard into his body.  "¡ª¡ªNo!" Thrall, who had just climbed up from the ground, saw Maronos' body swelling strangely.  Boom!  The next moment, an earth-shattering explosion sounded in the Demon-Slaying Valley, and the strong shock wave directly threw the orc chief who had just stood up again.  ¡ª¡ª At the same time as this big explosion occurred, in the dense forest not far from the valley, an old man in a cloak who had been watching the battle sighed slightly, and he slowly turned around  He turned around and said to the night elves behind him: "Grom Hellscream is dead. High Priest Tyrande, it's time for you to agree to an alliance with the orcs and humans this time! The Burning Legion is powerful, and it's not just any of you alone.  We can handle it!" And listening to what he said, the high priest holding the longbow smiled softly, "This is natural, Lord Prophet, we night elves have never forgotten the power of the Burning Legion, but-" Her voice  After a slight pause, he said helplessly: "Grom Hellscream and his clan are the murderers of our lord's descendant, the great demigod Cenarius after all. As a priest of the Moon God, I cannot leave it alone.  " "Hate" the prophet shook his head, with a look of helplessness on his face but said nothing more, and Tyrande did not want to irritate the other party anymore. He glanced at Hellscream, who was lying motionless among the corpses on the ground, to confirm that the other party was indeed  If you are dead, just turn around and leave.  But Tyrande, who was leaving, didn't notice that Illidan's eyes, standing behind her, holding the Crescent Blade, kept flickering.  "Power!" The demon hunter murmured softly, but there was a trace of desire in his eyes.  His strength is still only at the peak of the second-rate, and the destroyer Maronos, who is far above him, dies at the hands of Hellscream. The pursuit of power completely overwhelms all scruples and occupies the heart of this prisoner who has been imprisoned for thousands of years.  "I need strength to protect Tyrande. I hope that Felwood and his party can gain something this time!" (To be continued. (.)) ps: Thank you Xiaoguigui for your monthly pass and the book "Awesome" and "Blood Moon Starfall"  Reward.  
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