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Diablo 2 Chapter 97: Natural Disaster Betrayal

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    Facing the wings of death tightly locked by the Bahuang Xuan Fire Dragon, Mo Wen commanded the bloody giant to strike with all his strength without mercy.  +¡ô£«¡ô, Bang!  With a loud noise, the entire Mount Hyjal shook. Violent vibrations were transmitted from where the two behemoths were, and the ground began to jump up and down.  However, after the loud noise, Deathwing laughed arrogantly.  "Haha! Kael'thas Sunstrider, you can't kill me. I am the Destroyer of Destiny, the terminator of all things. I am unstoppable and irresistible. You will eventually die in my hands!"  Mo Wen frowned slightly. The bloody giant's fist stopped outside Deathwing's source armor. Such a strong blow did not cause any substantial damage to the armor.  Combining the ancient gods and his own blood, and then smelting the alloy armor, the source of the armor outside Neltharion's body was stronger than Mo Wen's imagination.  Of course, this does not mean that this piece of source armor cannot be destroyed. Any of Mo Wen's A-level treasures can break it, but the problem is that compared with this armor that is several meters thick, Mo Wen's  The Noble Phantasm seems a bit too exquisite, just like stabbing someone with a toothpick. Although it can be punctured, the wound is of no use at all.  Mo Wen breathed out softly and waved his hand. The Bahuang Xuan Fire Dragon that had been tightly locked on the Wing of Death suddenly became red and the temperature began to rise sharply. Then the bloody giant also pressed his hands firmly on the source of matter.  On top of the armor. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? There was a sound of hot water being poured on the iron plate, and part of Deathwing's armor began to melt, while another part began to show pitted corrosion marks.  "Ahhhh!" The power of flames and corrosion caused Deathwing to howl miserably.  The huge body struggled continuously, but was tightly suppressed by the Bahuang Xuan Fire Dragon.  Can't turn over at all.  But looking at this scene, Mo Wen was not happy at all, it was too slow!  Even though Mo Wen could use the Eight Desolations Mysterious Fire Formation and the Four Spirits Blood Formation, he could slowly refine the Wings of Death to death.  But this time is too long.  Now we are on the battlefield of alliances, dark nights, and natural disasters. No one can guarantee what will happen, and Mo Wen cannot afford to wait.  Making a decision secretly in his heart, Mo Wen turned over his hands and took out a newly acquired treasure.  The specific appearance of that precious phantom cannot be seen clearly, but it is just glowing with bright golden light.  Under the shroud of golden light, all the giant dragons that were killing people on the battlefield felt their bodies soften, and a lot of the power in their bodies was inexplicably dissipated. Some of the weak dragons even fell directly to the ground.  On the battlefield.  Deathwing looked at that thing with a surprised look on his face.  Then he exclaimed: "Devil's Soul? Why is this thing in your hand?!" Then it thought of something, but it laughed wildly again.  "Idiot, this is the artifact I made. I am its real owner. You actually want to use it against me?" Mo Wen sneered, "You are the idiot. Now I am its owner. And  Now it is different from before, I added a little more material to it. You should call it the Dragon Soul now! " Dragon Soul Level: A+ Category: Anti-Human Noble Phantasm Forged during the Ancient War, fused with the dragon.  The golden disk of power has extremely strong destructive power and has a strong restraint effect on the dragon bloodline.  Deathwing was stunned.  Then he was horrified to find that the Demon Soul, which was supposed to have no effect on him, had also begun to affect his power. The body wrapped in the armor began to weaken, and some of the strength in his body could not be used.  "No! This is impossible! I did not pour the power of the earth into the Demon Soul. It should not be able to restrain me!" Mo Wen sneered, and the Dragon Soul in his hand emitted stream after stream of dazzling golden light.  "You are not the only one who knows the power of the earth. Thanks to the generosity of the orc warchief, the dragon soul is now in its complete form. So Deathwing, just die!" With a slight force in his hand, Mo Wen held it.  The dragon soul suddenly burst into light like a burning sun.  "No!"*2 Two roars sounded almost at the same time. One came from Deathwing at the foot of the mountain, whose eyes were full of fear and anger, and the other came from Fandral Staghelm, who was halfway up the mountain with a face full of despair. The latter almost  While roaring, he rushed down the mountain regardless of his own safety.  Staghelm didn't care about Deathwing's own life or death. What he cared about was who could resurrect his son after Deathwing died.  However, before Deer Helmet arrived, the dragon soul in Mo Wen's hand emitted a beam of light and suddenly hit Deathwing.  Boom!  The ear-piercing roar,The light on the side filled the entire world. A spot of light grew from small to large, and finally covered almost half of the battlefield. The warriors present, whether from the alliance or in the dark night, had lost their vision, and there were many undead.  The wailing ground was reduced to ashes.  "No! No!" Looking at all this, Deer Helmet almost staggered and fell on the road. For others, the light was so dazzling that he could blind him, but for him it was unprecedented darkness.  But at this moment, a voice like the sounds of nature came to his ears.  "Cough, cough, you, you can't kill me, Kael'thas Sun Chaser, I am the Wing of Death, the Destroyer of Destiny! I won't die, no!" The light dissipates, death  Zhiyi's miserable body appeared in everyone's eyes.  A large piece of the source armor on its body was lifted up, a pair of dragon wings had long since disappeared, bright red flesh and blood were everywhere, and an extremely huge hole was opened in the chest and abdomen, from which the wriggling internal organs could be seen.  .  But even though his body was in such a state of ruin, Deathwing was still alive. He raised his head and roared at Mo Wen with an extremely resentful tone: "Kael'thas Sunstrider, you can't kill me, and I  I will kill you eventually!" As the Black Dragon King spoke, the flesh and blood in its body began to change. Piles of disgusting tentacles came out and squirmed inside its body. Along with these squirming tentacles, a large amount of flesh and blood began to change.  It grows almost at a speed visible to the naked eye.  Deathwing's injuries were actually recovering bit by bit.  Looking at this scene, Lu Helmet felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart.  However, before he could show it, Mo Wen sneered.  "I just got some blood from the ancient gods. Do you really think you are immortal?" Taking a step forward, the bloody giant directly inserted his hands into Deathwing's body.  .  Then I saw two inexplicable suction forces running crazily with the two hands as the center, and the blood in Deathwing's body began to gather in a steady stream. From a distance, it looked like two black vortexes were constantly swallowing  It looks like the flesh and blood of the Black Dragon King.  The tentacles in the Black Dragon King's body resisted crazily, but they could never resist the powerful suction. They could only watch the rolling blood flowing away, and in the end even the tentacles were sucked away by the bloody giant.  "No! No! You, you can't do this, you can't kill me, you, it's impossible, it's impossible" There was despair and disbelief in his eyes.  Deathwing stared at Mo Wen closely and kept murmuring, but his voice became weaker and weaker.  Originally inheriting the blood of the dead from the ancient god behind him, Deathwing can be said to have obtained a different kind of powerful immortal body. It can be said that as long as all the blood in its body cannot be destroyed in one breath, it can be reborn again.  .  It's a pity that it encountered Mo Wen. Although the bloody giant looked like the manifestation of something, it was actually still a four-spirit blood formation. For this kind of demonic formation that uses blood as its power,  .  The blood of the ancient gods in Deathwing's body is simply an excellent tonic. A large amount of blood is transmitted from the bloody giant back to the blood sea in Fulong Cauldron, and then is transformed into the four-spirit blood array bit by bit, while the blood of the bloody giant outside  The image is becoming clearer and clearer.  Gradually, a pair of ferocious armor began to condense outside the body.  "Stop! Stop it!" Just at this moment, Staghelm, who realized something was wrong, arrived. The great druid, who had gone crazy for his son, didn't even care about the tens of thousands of eyes staring at him.  A ray of moon fire directly hit the bloody giant, completely confirming his collusion with Deathwing.  It¡¯s a pity that this effort is destined to be unrewarded.  The moon fire, which others thought was extremely powerful, had no impact on the bloody giant at all.  It was blocked by the armor condensed outside the giant's body. The latter didn't even pay attention to Staghelm, still greedily absorbing the little blood that Deathwing had.  "Stop, stop, I told you to stop!" Staghelm screamed crazily and attacked again and again, but he could not stop Deathwing from swallowing up the last drop of blood.  Click!  With a crisp sound that sounded like a thunderbolt in Staghelm¡¯s ears, Deathwing¡¯s head, shriveled from the loss of blood, was wrenched off by the bloody giant.  His legs went weak, and the Great Druid's vision turned dark, and he knelt down on the ground.  On the other side, the bloody giant was manipulating the giant head to be raised high, and Mo Wen's voice immediately spread throughout the battlefield.  "You bastards of the dark night, use whatever back-ups you have!" A giant with blood-like murderous intent, a ferocious giant dragon head that refuses to rest in peace, a bannerOn the battlefield with the sun slanting all over the place, the scene at this moment was deeply engraved in everyone's mind. The mighty and domineering Deathwing, who had defeated the four dragon kings and joined forces, died just like that, without even giving a chance to the people in front of them.  bring any trouble.  The night elves are trembling, the Alliance is in awe, and even the dragons are afraid. The idea of ??talking to the blood elves because of the dragon soul has been completely forgotten by them.  After calling several times in a row, Mo Wen smiled again when he saw that no one among the night elves responded.  "Okay, since you have nothing to back up this time, it's my turn!" Then Mo Wen flicked his hand, and a stream of light rushed into the clouds, and turned into a bright red with a bang.  Blood Elf Crest.  A few miles away, in a hidden valley, Solanlian, who was silently staring at the sky, her eyes lit up, and she said to the dozen blood elf mages beside her: "His Royal Highness's order has come.  , start taking action now!¡± Several mages nodded, consciously gathered around a pool of water, and slowly chanted the incantation, and with their voices, a little green light began to bloom in the golden well water.  , a moment later, a thick green light beam that could be seen anywhere on the Kalimdor continent streaked across the sky.  Blast directly towards the north.  Well of the Sun Grade: a+ Category: Anti-army Noble Phantasm The magic spring created by the water of the Well of Eternity contains extremely powerful magic power.  Eye of Sargeras Level: a+ Category: Anti-army Noble Phantasm A gem carried by the fallen titan Sargeras.  It has great power and can even sink a continent if it has enough power.  The Frozen Throne of Northrend.  Anastarian Sunstrider sat motionless on the throne with his eyes closed like eternal ice. Under his throne, countless undead knelt there quietly, waiting for the orders of their dead.  Suddenly, Anastarian's eyes that had turned into ghostly fire suddenly opened their eyes and looked at the green stream of light streaking across the sky in the distance.  "Are we going to start?" The hoarse voice seemed to be talking to himself, but it seemed to be asking something, "My son Kael'thas, what do you want? Strength, wealth, status, beauty,  You don't lack anything. But why do you insist on causing trouble for the night elves?" Anastarian whispered softly, and finally looked at the green light that hit the throne not far away and sighed slightly, "Forget it.  Now, this is none of my business anymore. Ashes to dust, dust to dust, I just need to do this last thing. As for the blood elves, everything about them has nothing to do with me from now on!" Thinking like this!  Then, Anastarian slowly closed his eyes.  The next moment, a voice crossed the ocean and reached the mind of Salorian, who was commanding the undead army in the distant continent of Kalimdor.  "The time has come, Salorian, to take action!" At the same time.  The high-level undead all over the continents of Lordaeron, Kalimdor, and Northrend shook at the same time, and a strange feeling surged into their hearts, as if they had suddenly gotten rid of something heavy.  My body felt relaxed.  They are free!  The Lich King lost control of them!  It was an obviously simple answer, but it took these undead people a lot of time to determine it.  The flame representing the soul in his eyes swayed, and the joy of regaining freedom soaked into his dry heart like a clear spring.  They couldn't help but be happy, but after the joy, they were confused and overwhelmed. The memories in their hearts made them miss their hometown and relatives extremely, but their status as undead clearly told them  , they can no longer go back, and they can't find a new place in the vast land of Azeroth.  On the battlefield of Mount Hyjal, the armies of Dark Night and Natural Disaster are slowly retreating.  One after another, the backhands were eliminated, and there was no advantage in combat power. Dark Night and Natural Disaster were unable to save the day. They could only withdraw their troops little by little, with close combat on the outside and long-range combat on the inside. They fought and walked, trying to defeat the alliance army.  Fight a bloody way out of the siege.  After all, there are still tens of thousands of people in total. With the two forces joining forces, Bolvar has no good solution. He can only command the alliance's army like a pack of wolves, slowly but surely biting his prey.  But judging from the current situation, if no miracle occurs, this battle will end with the victory of the alliance, but the natural disasters and the dark night will also retain a total of about 50,000 troops, which is not without resistance.  But if the war ends like this, I'm afraid it will never be fought again, because the night elves will obviously betray their undead allies.  Staghelm is nowNo longer the commander of the night elves, he couldn't bear the chance of his son's resurrection slipping away before his eyes. The archdruid was now like a walking zombie, and was easily controlled by Tyrande's men. It is estimated that this  After a battle, it will be given to the alliance with a bow as a gift of peace.  Deathwing and its colorful dragon army were destroyed. The revenge of the dwarves and dragons was completed, and naturally they would not want to continue the fight. The regent of Stormwind City commanded the alliance army to win a great victory, which not only won face  Won Riko again, and now he is probably thinking about how to get more benefits from the night elves. As long as the other party is wise, they will not waste time and money to continue fighting; the center of the Scarlet Crusade and the newly restored Silver Hand is more  A lot of space is placed on the Scourge. As long as the night elves draw a clear line between themselves and the undead, it is estimated that they are very likely to let go. In the end, only the blood elves are left. Even if they want to fight, they cannot eat the night elves fighting in the country.  The latter is already in a semi-disabled state.  Now that the top leaders of both Dark Night and the alliance have a lot of tacit understanding about future arrangements, the intensity of the battle between the two sides has obviously dropped. Although people are still falling every minute, it is much better than the crazy fighting at the beginning.  Much better, almost just for show.  Seeing the night elves¡¯ army drifting away and about to leave the center of the battlefield, the Alliance even began to prepare to put all the focus of the battle on the natural disaster side.  However, at this moment, the druid Naralex, who replaced Fandral Staghelm to command the night elves, was stunned because the evacuating Scourge made undue mistakes, and many undead were so dumb.  Standing on the battlefield, the alliance's troops easily broke through their own defense lines and entered the hinterland.  Although the Night and the Scourge still maintain two unrelated formations due to mutual distrust, they evacuated together after all and were very close to each other. Therefore, the alliance's attack on the Scourge also affected the night elves.  Evacuate, after all, the lower-level soldiers would not put their knives back after rushing in front of the night elves. The night elves who were originally able to evacuate safely were now completely entangled, and could only resist with the rest of the undead.  Alliance offense.  When Naralex saw this, he jumped anxiously, and then he saw him staring at the commander of the Scourge beside him, and roared angrily: "Your Excellency Salorian, you must give us an explanation!" And being stared at by him,  The blue fire in Salorian's eyes lit up, he walked over in a few steps, and then drew his sword directly in front of everyone's astonished gaze.  With a flash of cold sword light, Naralex was caught off guard and his head was chopped off.  Holding a sharp sword in his hand, Salorian said coldly: "What explanation do you want, an accomplice and lackey of the Undead Scourge?!" (To be continued) PS: Thanks for calling me Ading's monthly ticket and the eternal truth of chaos, asdghjkly  , Ending_Sad reward.
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