foreigner's journey

Chapter 1693 The Final Boss Appears
"What's going on! What's going on!"

The dreadlord Balnazzar clutched his two large horns on his forehead, howling incessantly.

He is the commander-in-chief of the Burning Legion's space fleet, and is currently directing the Legion's fleet deployment from the command center of the Burning Legion's flagship and space fortress, the Burning Crown.

The Legion fleet, which had always been invincible, encountered unprecedented and fierce resistance on that small planet of Azeroth, but everything was still within Balnazzar's psychological tolerance.

"It's alright, it's just a technical adjustment," Banazar reassured himself.

But just now, the resistance forces of Azeroth seemed to be injected with immense energy, turning everyone into superhumans, especially the faction leaders and renowned mortal warriors, each of whom became comparable to the most powerful generals and leaders of the Burning Legion.

The images transmitted back in real time on the big screen made Banazar's hands and feet go cold.

The Tauren chieftain Baine brandished his totem pole, wreaking havoc on a Legion starship. Each swing of the totem pole caused the Legion starship beneath him to explode in flames and billowing smoke.

After killing her former subordinate Cordana, Warden Maiev summoned a large number of Shadows of Vengeance, forming an army of her own and wreaking havoc among the Legion's demons.

King Tichondrius of Nathrezim was overwhelmed by Thrall and Vol'jin, his crimson wings were torn apart by earth elementals, and a voodoo spear pierced his chest. His defeat was only a matter of time.

Thud! Gul'dan crashed to the ground, nearly slipping off the top of the Tomb of Sargeras.

At this moment, he was no longer the arrogant demon god he had been before. His body had shrunk back to the hunched and aged orc form, and his staff was broken into several pieces and scattered on the ground.

The mysterious evil energy that had been enough to support him in completing the intergalactic teleportation array vanished without a trace, just as it had appeared.

Why... why did it turn out like this? Gul'dan struggled to his feet, looking at the Legion starships falling from the sky and the Legion soldiers being slaughtered, filled with bewilderment.

The legion clearly had the upper hand, so why did things suddenly turn out this way?
"Gul'dan, you're finished."

A familiar voice came from not far away, and Gul'dan clenched his fists tightly, looking in the direction from which the voice came.

Khadgar strode towards them, his appearance far older than his actual age, a result of the curse inflicted by his mentor, Medivh. The curse, once considered unbreakable, vanished automatically under the infusion and nourishment of the planet's arcane energy. Khadgar regained his prime physical condition, his spellcasting ability ranking among the top five in Azeroth, and his virtually inexhaustible arcane energy!
Purple arcane energy surged continuously, forming a radial aura around Khadgar's body, accompanied by occasional crackling of electricity.

Khadgar's hair stood on end, and his eyes, filled with arcane energy, turned a vibrant blue. He gave himself a thumbs-up:
"I am now Super Khadgar, you have no chance of winning."

It's time to end your sinful and pathetic life, Gul'dan!

"No! I haven't lost yet! I can still fight!"

Gul'dan roared furiously, determined not to lose to Khadgar, his archenemy who had haunted him from Draenor all the way to Azeroth. He turned and screamed in the direction of Kil'jaeden:

"Lord Kil'jaeden! Deceiver! Help me, grant me the power to defeat Khadgar... Deceiver?"

He stood there, frozen in place.

Because he witnessed Kil'jaeden being pierced through the chest by Velen's massive spear of holy light!
The Deceiver... the commander of the Burning Legion, the strongest under Sargeras, has been defeated?

Kil'jaeden is now facing the Tree King, Varian the Chosen Warrior, Malfurion the Demigod of Nature, Tyrande the God of War, and the immortal Lightbringer Velen!
With a tank (Kil'jaeden), a healer (Malfurion), and DPS (Varian, Tyrande, and Velen), this perfectly configured team was fighting the old raid boss from the previous version. No matter how hard Kil'jaeden struggled, he was powerless to resist.

“Viren…”

All the fel energy within Kil'jaeden had been dispersed by the four men working together, and now he was fatally wounded. He collapsed to his knees with a thud, barely clinging to life.

Bathed in holy light, Velen silently stepped forward, his Redeemer Staff transforming once more into a massive spear of light, aimed at Kil'jaeden's forehead. After a few seconds, he spoke:
"Is there anything else you want to say, Kil'jaeden?"

Kil'jaeden knelt on the ground with his head bowed, as if speaking to Velen, or perhaps whispering to himself:

"I...have always been jealous of you, your talent...your conviction...your foresight..."

Perhaps my joining the Burning Legion was also to prove that I was stronger than you... Why, why won't you come with me...

"Because the Burning Legion destroyed our homeland, Kil'jaeden."

They are invaders, destroyers; if we join them, who can save Argus from the evil fire?

Velen never forgot his beliefs and mission: to lead the Draenei back to Argus, back to their homeland!

Hearing Velen's heartfelt words, Kil'jaeden chuckled softly a few times, then his voice gradually faded:
“I…I never believed Sargeras could be stopped.”

But perhaps, Velen, you can prove me wrong…

Kil'jaeden gradually fell silent, kneeling on the ground with his head bowed, motionless.

This time, he could not be reborn in the Twisting Nether as a demon, because the three fundamental forces of life, arcane magic, and holy light simultaneously suppressed Kil'jaeden's chaotic force.

Kil'jaeden is completely dead.

Velen gazed at the corpses of his former best friend and brother, let out a long sigh, and then looked up at the planet Argus across the portal:

"No one can stop us now! It's time, champions of Azeroth, to attack the Burning Legion's stronghold!"

Watching the legion fleet being routed one after another on the big screen, Banazar in the command room shouted frantically, "Quick! Quickly notify the portal guardian Hasabel to close that portal!"

[Do not close!]

A deafening roar exploded in Banazar's mind like rolling thunder, causing him to collapse to the ground, clutching his head and rolling around frantically: "Please, please forgive me, great master!"

A massive, unimaginably large, dark red fire cloud, big enough to blot out the planet, appeared out of nowhere and churned and surged in the star field surrounding Argus.

They're here! Heather and the Azerothian Star-Soul, both inside the Chamber of the Heart, looked in the direction where the dark red fire cloud had appeared.

Faced with the Burning Legion's repeated defeats, the Dark Titan Sargeras could no longer restrain himself and prepared to personally take action!
He intends to personally subdue the Star-Soul of Azeroth, just as he did the evil deeds he committed against the Star-Soul of Argus.

(End of this chapter)