I traveled through time and space and became the Archbishop of Stormwind!

Alvin had already jumped off the Storm Crow.

He could see clearly that Turalyon no longer needed help, and he believed that the Paladin was fully capable of defeating the Blood Demon.

But the other five death knights under the Blood Demon had already launched an attack on the others, and Danas and Alleria were both entangled.

They had never fought against the Death Knight before and were suppressed for a while. Alvin, Green Shadow, and Solanlian quickly joined the battle.

The Blood Demon roared. He no longer had the energy to care about others. He had only one goal in mind, which was to kill Turayang.

The Death Knight didn't need to breathe and didn't feel pain. The damage Turalyon had just inflicted on him was far from fatal.

Turalyon felt a sharp pain when his chest was hit. Fortunately, he was protected by armor, otherwise he would have broken several ribs.

He felt a sweetness in his throat and almost vomited blood.

Despite the excruciating pain, Turalyon didn't dare bend down to check his injuries. He gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood that had already flowed into his mouth. He mobilized the power of Holy Light in his body and shouted, "In the name of Holy Light, die, monster!"

Turalyon raised his hammer with both hands, thrusting his weapon forward toward the stumbling Blood Demon.

Light burst out from Turalyon's entire body and condensed on the warhammer. The brightness of the light made the Blood Demon dare not look directly at it.

The two men's weapons collided, and there was another explosion sound.

The holy light did not disappear, but instead passed through the intersecting weapons to the Death Knight.

The blood demon screamed and let go of the weapon in his hands.

"This, this is impossible!"

The Death Knight was horrified to find that the Holy Light had already passed through the weapon and reached his body, igniting his rotten and smelly body.

"How could this be?"

The Death Knight fell to his knees, his rotten flesh being burned by the golden flames. Pieces of flesh fell to the ground, being burned black, and finally turned into black ash by the wind.

"Die again, monster. This is the punishment of the Holy Light."

Turalyon's weapon fell again, and the golden holy light was like an exploding sun, directly submerging the body of the Death Knight and splitting his rotten corpse into two.

The Blood Demon's final wail resounded throughout the Dark Temple. A wisp of dark soul leaped out from the rotten flesh on the ground, forming a terrifying orc's face in the flickering flames.

Only then did Turayang spit out a mouthful of blood, steady himself with all his strength, and spat at the ugly and twisted face in the air.

"May your soul never be forgiven."

The dark soul let out a sharp scream and finally disappeared into the air.

"Sons of Lothar! Attack!"

Alvin shouted loudly, and selected the skill icon of "Penance" in his mind.

A golden ball of light popped out from his hand, swung in a golden arc and merged into Turalyon's body.

But this is not the end. The second and third golden light balls popped out from Alvin's hands and entered Turalyon's body along the trail left just now.

The power of Holy Light healed Turalyon's internal injuries, and the Alliance commander's originally shaking body finally stood firm and gave Alvin a thumbs up.

"Elvin, leave the Death Knight to the son of Lothar! Go and stop Ner'zhul from casting the spell!"

Alvin was knocking down a death knight with a holy fire, rescuing the suppressed Kurdran. The green shadow turned into a cheetah and pounced forward, tearing the death knight to pieces with two flying claws.

Solanlian also used ice magic to slow down the movement of others, greatly restricting the Death Knight's actions.

The rescued dwarf screamed and said that he was fully capable of dealing with a death knight alone.

"Okay, then be careful, I'm going!"

He did not get entangled with the stubborn dwarf, but directly jumped onto the back of Green Shadow with Solanlian. Green Shadow let out a long howl and instantly turned into a storm crow, taking off into the sky.

At this moment, at the top of the Black Temple, under the heavy protection of guards, Ner'zhul, with a white and gray skull pattern painted on his face, was standing in the center of a stone circle.

The ring is the kind of stone that emits blue light and is commonly used by the Draenei. I don't know where the orcs found it from.

Runes of various shapes covered the stone carvings, and further out was a group of orc warlocks, holding their staffs high and chanting unknown spells in the orcish language.

Further out were countless orc soldiers, holding their weapons in both hands and nervously watching the battle taking place below the city.

Big beads of sweat poured down from the orcs' faces. No one among so many people dared to speak. There were only the sounds of the warlocks chanting spells and the thunder of lightning that occasionally tore through the sky.

Suddenly, a purple lightning streaked through space, like a spear, piercing straight into the magic circle.

An orc warlock was unfortunately struck by lightning, and his body instantly ignited with strange purple flames, but he did not utter a wail, his body just fell to the side.

But the flames were too intense, and before the sorcerer fell, he turned into ashes and dissolved into the air.

An orc immediately stood out from the crowd, took his place, and continued chanting.

No one else even glanced over here, as if nothing had ever happened.

This is where the magic network of the entire Draenor world converges.

Ner'zhul stepped contentedly in the center of the magic circle. He seemed to feel the power of the entire Draenor world gathered under his feet.

The surging and violent power was like a continent on the verge of collapse, as if struggling to let out a final roar.

The old orc closed his eyes. At this moment, he felt that the entire Draenor was in his palm.

"No wonder the Draenei built their temple here... No wonder Gul'dan would use forbidden magic to get here..."

Ner'zhul laughed, and the blue energy flowing under his feet was constantly gathering. The powerful force gave him full confidence.

"Here, the energy of the entire Draenor world will obey me. With such energy supply, no magical ritual will fail!"

He muttered to himself, turning a deaf ear to the sounds of fighting coming from below the city, as if those orcs who were trying to stop the Alliance's advance were not his people at all.

Orc warlocks around him were constantly hit by lightning that fell randomly from the sky. All those who were hit were reduced to ashes, but others immediately stepped forward silently to fill their positions.

Just like a useless battery, it is quickly thrown away and replaced with a new one.

Ner'zhul didn't bother to pay attention to these guys at all. In his eyes, everyone was a consumable. In order to complete his great plan, nothing was discarded.

He abandoned Thunder King, War Song, Blood Ring, Shattered Hand...

The lieutenants who had fought beside him had been nearly wiped out, and the tribe that had regrouped under his leadership had also been almost completely annihilated.

But he had no regrets, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips.

"What were their names?"

"Well, let me think... Fenris, Kilrogg, and... Grom... and Bloodseeker, you are all brave orcs..."

"It's a pity that you are so difficult to discipline..."

"Now, you have disappeared from my side, hahahahahahahahahaha... The only ones left are those who obey me..."

"From now on, the tribe belongs to me, and only to me—"

"Ner'zhul's Horde!"