foreigner's journey

Chapter 1692 The Situation Turns Around

The Tomb of Sargeras battlefield has become a bloody meat grinder.

Everywhere were traces of the blood and flesh of Azerothian warriors and demons, and starships continued to fall from the sky with screams, raising billowing smoke.

Despite having a star fleet and mechs to support them, the Allied Forces of Azeroth were still at a disadvantage against the Burning Legion's all-out attack.

Especially with the two demons, Gul'dan and Kil'jaeden, in charge.

Kil'jaeden's fel magic power is self-evident; the title of being the second most powerful figure in the Burning Legion after Sargeras speaks volumes about its prestige.

Gul'dan, empowered by mysterious fel energy, transformed into a fiery meteor turret, and most of the starship losses in the Azeroth fleet were Gul'dan's doing.

Even the flagship Leo was forced to retreat under Gul'dan's relentless bombardment.

Tyrande, Malfurion, and Velen were all lying on the ground, barely alive, while Kil'jaeden stood there laughing wildly.

"Hahahaha! Velen! Today is your end! You, your Draenei, and these mortals of Azeroth who took you in, will all die under the iron hooves of the Legion!"

Kil'jaeden looked down at Velen, who was covered in wounds. In addition to the triumphant joy, there was also a trace of melancholy that he himself could not explain.

Perhaps Kil'jaeden still harbors a sliver of brotherly affection for Velen, and the beautiful memories of their past camaraderie remain vivid in his mind.

Just then, a whooshing sound came from above.

Without turning his head, Kil'jaeden pointed a finger, and a beam of violent flames and shadow power shot out, slicing off half of the Lionheart mech that was swinging its sword.

With a crash, Lionheart slammed to the ground, rolling several times before coming to a stop.

"Pathetic mortals, even piloting a well-crafted mech, cannot unleash half its power."

Kil'jaeden raised his goat-like demonic hooves and slowly walked towards the Alliance leaders who lay paralyzed on the ground. His broad demonic bat wings billowed behind him like a dark red cloak, and raging flames blazed from his raised claws.

"It's time to end this farce."

Just as Kil'jaeden was about to smash the flame in his hand, the earth suddenly shook violently.

A massive black shadow leaped high into the air and slammed heavily between Kil'jaeden and the Alliance leaders.

Kil'jaeden raised his bony eyebrows. What was that? A more humanoid Ancient Tree of Life?
The Tree-Moving King, though stained with demonic blood and bits of flesh, still radiated an immense life force. He gripped his Ruyi Divine Sword, pointing it at Kil'jaeden.

"Kil'jaeden! His head, worth three thousand points, is mine to take, pilot of the Tree-Moving King, Lor'themar Achon Theron!"

Where did this court jester come from? Kil'jaeden had no intention of letting such a clown interfere with his revenge. With a wave of his hand, he summoned a large swath of shadow flames to engulf the Tree King, and then strode across the sea of ​​fire toward Velen.

Clang!
Kil'jaeden staggered back several steps, his left shoulder armor crashing to the ground, revealing a deep, bone-revealing cut from his left shoulder to his right rib.

The Tree-Moving King, braving shadow flames powerful enough to boil the ocean, gripped the Ruyi Sword and walked step by step toward Kil'jaeden: "How could mere demonic magic possibly harm the planetary weapons of Azeroth! You are facing the Tree-Moving King, and the Ruyi Sword in his hand!"

At this moment, rousing music was playing in the cockpit of the Tree King, with lyrics in Chinese that A-Qiang couldn't understand at all.
My heart! It is the messenger of light, a force of magic! Reaching wondrous worlds, creating the unknown! Creating unknown spaces! A blazing flame condenses within my chest... condenses within my chest... condenses!

It actually broke through my defensive magic!? Kil'jaeden stared in disbelief at the short and ugly ancient tree of life, unable to understand how the thing had managed to do this with its branch sword.

But he didn't have much time to think, because the Tree-Moving King swung its sword at Kil'jaeden. Ah Qiang was a Ranger General, especially skilled in swordsmanship, and piloting the Tree-Moving King with the Ruyi Divine Sword was a perfect fit for his fighting style.

Kil'jaeden was essentially a spellcaster, with only a smattering of melee combat skills. When he encountered the Tree King, who was of the same level as him, and was able to get close to him, he immediately fell into a disadvantageous position.

In just over a dozen moves, Kil'jaeden was covered in wounds, his body gushing with evil blood. He roared in a mixture of shock and rage, "Demons! Come and help me!"

The demon generals immediately surged towards them like a tidal wave, attempting to restrain the Tree King. Some Eredar warlocks skilled in healing spells began to heal Kil'jaeden by drawing life force from the powerful demons and transferring it to him.

Tree-Moving King tried several times to break through the encirclement and approach Kil'jaeden, but was held back by the fearless demon generals.

Velen lay prostrate on the ground, weakly watching the tidal wave of demons fight the Tree King, and Kil'jaeden, panting heavily but with a sinister grin on his face.

Is everything coming to an end?
It's not over yet, children of Argus.

Who is it? Who is speaking in my mind?

Accept this gift, child of Argus.

As if in a hallucination, Velen saw specks of light falling from the sky and merging into his body.

A warm current flowed into his veins, nourishing his depleted magic power. His wounds healed rapidly, and the brilliant holy light shone on Velen once more.

This time, it was neither the blessing of the Naaru nor the gift of the Holy Light itself, but the Holy Light Force belonging to Azeroth!
All the demons stared in disbelief at the dazzling pillar of light. Kil'jaeden also jumped to his feet, looking at the scene with disbelief.
"This is impossible!"

Velen was clearly on the verge of death, so how did he suddenly regain all his strength? No... he's much stronger than before!
As if responding to Velen's holy light, Tyrande was also enveloped in moonlight, while Malfurion was enveloped by a vast life force no less powerful than that of the Tree-Moving King.

Khadgar, who was fighting Gul'dan on the distant battlefield but was not gaining the upper hand, was shocked. He exchanged a glance with Jaina beside him, their eyes filled with astonishment and joy.

Before Gul'dan could understand what was happening, he felt the arcane energy of the two archmages in front of him begin to surge!
These are all Azeroth's own Forces; aside from the Chaos Force, she can unleash any of her Forces without restriction, allowing these brave children to use them freely.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

A lion-like roar resounded through the sky!
The demons closest to Lionheart were blown away! Varian Wrynn, shirtless and revealing his muscular physique covered in scars, walked out of Lionheart's cockpit, a Salamani in each hand.

The chosen warrior, gladiator Lo'Gosh, the High King of the Alliance—Varian Wrynn!
He glared furiously at Kil'jaeden not far away, his pace quickening until he was running, charging straight toward Kil'jaeden.

All the demon generals who tried to stop him along the way were cut down or smashed to pieces. No demon was a match for this chosen warrior!

Kil'jaeden felt provoked, swept aside the Eredar warlocks in front of him, and roared as he gathered his shadowflames.

Varian also leaped high into the air, his two swords merging into a single two-handed greatsword in mid-air, and slashed fiercely at Kil'jaeden's head!

The Allied Forces of Azeroth have launched a counter-offensive!
(End of this chapter)