The Titans summoned the ruins of the Pantheon and used the ultimate burst of arcane force to completely seal the dark evil god outside the material world.

This may seem like the end of one war, but what it really represents is the beginning of another.

The demons who had entered Azeroth felt the disappearance of the dark god's aura, which indeed made these destroyers feel panicked at that moment.

But then the last roar from the Dark Titan before it was sealed exploded in the heart of almost every demon in the form of an echo."

Continue fighting!

destroy!"

The divine words of hatred and disgust are like unbreakable laws. Although the master of the evil domain has been sealed, the evil force controlled by the robe is still operating in accordance with Sargera's final order.

The light from the Force is shining on the demons participating in the final battle. This power has not weakened due to the death of Sargeras. On the contrary, it has entered a state of "total explosion" with the departure of the gods.

To put it simply, after Sargeras was sealed, the demons who entered the material world entered a state of "anger" and "strengthening" that cannot be dispelled.

This directly brought devastating consequences.

In just less than twenty minutes, fifteen domains in the entire world of Azeroth were breached, and the demonic legions across the planet sea finally unleashed their due destructive power. They were like a black tide sweeping across the earth and mountains.

, razing everything to the ground wherever it went.

Standing on the already dilapidated high ground of the Storm Realm, His Majesty Varian, who had been fighting for nearly ten days, was already in the form of an old man with a messy beard.

He had not taken off his armor for more than seven days. This imposing emperor now looked like a disheveled beggar, with a bad smell emanating from his whole body.

But no one made any suggestions or opinions because of this, because everyone around the emperor was like this.

Even those spell casters who always pay attention to their temperament and manners now want to just take a nap anywhere with their magic staffs in hand. They are too tired.

Everyone is tired.

Morale is something that can only be boosted in one go, then weakened, and then exhausted. However, it has been so long since the war broke out, and morale has long been forgotten. The soldiers are now numb in fighting, and they are fighting with their last breath.

.

Once this breath is gone, everything is lost.

Varian saw the surging black tide of demons on the high tower, but his tired and tired heart no longer had any waves. He calmly looked past the ruined creations and looked at the gloomy quilt.

A border of dark green light splits the sky in half.

There is a mushroom cloud-like light spot remaining outside.

This is a very far away place."

The general of Nethergarde has sent back the latest message, Your Majesty."

The unshaven Cather blinked his bloodshot eyes and handed the battle report in his hand to the stunned Yu Quanfu. The former took it out of his hand and glanced at it. There was only one sentence below: "The demons broke into the Watch Keep. You and I will be burned together."

,May the empire last forever."

Aizela's heart suddenly tightened.

I silently kneaded the vibrations in my hands into a ball. A few seconds ago, another stream of light burst out in another place. This was still a distant place, the place where my eyes came to. "Lakeside Town..." The young emperor

He sighed and shook his head.

I turned around and said to Kaiser: "Send the emperor's order to all parts of the empire and immediately drop the origin bomb on the predetermined city!

The time for the decisive battle has arrived!"

"Your Majesty, that's enough."

The young mage Marin rubbed his eyes and glanced at the man next to him who was still dazed from sleep holding his staff. I said loudly: "The Origin Bomb you have is enough to cover the cities where the empire is still resisting.

And this thing is stable, but the efficiency is only 80%.

This is something you use only when you are desperate."

"Yes, this is your highest dignity."

The emperor corrected the loyal old mage. I leaned on the emperor's sword in my hand, closed my eyes slightly and said: "The gods have not finished fighting the war of the gods. It is time for the mortals to take over the banner of the gods."

, you know whether you can survive, but you know that you are definitely going to die, so you hope that fewer demons will be buried with you.

That's all."

After speaking, the emperor patted Cather on the shoulder and said, "It's an honor to work with him."

"It would be an honor for you, Your Majesty."

Yu Quan grinned and said loudly: "Your name will go down in history. Your Majesty, you are the first emperor to drop bombs on his own people and soldiers in his own country. Maybe the children in the previous life will call you because of this."

It's definitely a 'tyrant'."

"Oh, this is such an honor for you."

Ezera shrugged, took the helmet from the attendant nearby and clicked it under his head, glanced at the crowd, and said, "Is Arthas still coming?"

"I will come."

The young Duke Bolvar Fordragon was sitting cross-legged on the ground writing the last farewell letter to his son. The young knight was thinking about the words and said: "This prince is a true lover. If he passes by, he will not run away."

I'm going to Kurtisshore, and I'll probably take advantage of that time to propose to Jaina."

"I don't have the guts?"

Azera looked at the dwarf gyroplane taking off from the low tower and the small iron-cased bomb hanging on the gyroplane. The weird lights shining around the bomb were dazzling.

The relaxed emperor was preparing for a fight to the death and joked: "Am I afraid that the evil god will break my legs?"

"Your Majesty, you are all going to die."

Occasionally, the rigid and rigorous little Bishop Benedictus of the Holy Light showed a rare moment of humor.

The sage of the Holy Light, who lost his chance to join the White Darkness because the Ancient God died too early, and then turned to the Light under the guidance of Bishop Natalie Serling, raised his eyes and said: "Even if it is

The Holy Light can also coax a man who has no love in his heart for many years to express his love to many men at that time. After all, who is still young?"

"Hahaha" all the commanders under the low tower let out this kind of greasy laughter that only old women know. The scene was accompanied by a group of nearby demons roaring over the complete domain wall, about to flood the city.

The background is much less weird.

It was as if a group of people had completely lost their minds and gone crazy out of despair.

But at low altitude, under the dwarf gyrocopter that was being besieged by small swarms of mephits, Kelsey Steelspark, a dwarf agent without pink hair, was chewing gum and smiling.

The ferocious dwarf girl stepped under the seat of the gyrocopter and pulled a steaming rapid-fire gun in one hand to shoot inside. You also had a blood-red headband tied under your forehead, which looked normal and ferocious.

While howling and attacking the magic bats, he shouted to the dwarf engineering master Oversbach who was driving the gyrocopter: "The low level is enough!"

Throw the bomb up there and that nasty little fried grasshopper will give the devils a surprise.

A double surprise!

Oh yeah!"

You bite open the tab of the grenade and smash it towards the rushing Doom Guard with a squealing sound. Just as it is thrown out of the beautiful demon's mouth, the bang makes the demon rush towards the gyrocopter in pain and break it into pieces.

The two dwarfs were being grabbed by the lower demons and trying to crush them, but we didn't care at all. We just looked up at the small bombs that fell from a low altitude.

Under this round inner shell was painted a strange skull that only dwarfs could understand, and the headlights dotted under it flickered slowly like a running horse, and finally all turned bright red.

There was a loud bang, and a strange white light erupted in the center of the storm domain in the small underground area where the demons roared. Its accompanying order energy shattered the domain city and formed a milky impact ring, sweeping across the area like a knife.

A messy little land.

These demons weakened by evil energy cannot withstand the explosion of pure titan power, and will be burned to ashes at the moment of contact.

Just a few seconds before the energy explosion, the cleared battlefield looked less messy, and a beautiful small pit was left in the most prosperous commercial district of the Storm Territory.

The Mason Brotherhood will definitely be hired to repair it. The cost is absolutely astronomical. The power of the bomb is extremely weak. It killed thousands of demons in an instant, but it was not enough to stop the demons. There were no less just a moment ago.

The devil endured and made them happy [The force of order rushed into the battlefield filled with strange smoke and smoke.

The first wave of demons howled and wanted to level the area, but the moment those crazy monsters stepped onto the damaged wall, they seemed to sense something safe and stopped in unison."

ah!

!

!"

Amidst the elongated male screams, and with the group of demons watching, two strange-looking "mechanical dwarfs" hugged each other, danced and fell from a low altitude, and then crashed to the ground behind their eyes.

A flesh-and-blood body hit by such a low impact would definitely turn into mud, but the two steel dwarfs jumped up and started tearing at each other as if something was wrong, blaming each other for the planned fall.

We even took out weird Titan wrenches and fought each other until a demon guard stopped looking and swung his ax with a roar and knocked the two peaceful dwarves away. The blow brought the demons back to their senses.

They remembered their purpose of being there and charged backwards again."

Hello!

Who allowed them to enter your city?

Have you ever paid a toll in Goldshire?"

A cry like steel clashing sounded from under the ruins of the explosion crater.

The Fel Lord who led the charge turned around with his small ax and saw an Iron Vrykul wearing lion armor standing up from outside the ruins of the collapsed low tower.

I moved my shoulders to let the dust fly away. The face made of steel could at least reveal the perseverance of Azerah Wrynn. The guy held the Emperor's Sword and the Gray Herald with only the hilt left in his hands.
To be continued...