"Clang"

In the depths of Kazmodan's snow-capped mountains, a burst of air that was so strong that it could cause a large avalanche burst suddenly broke out. The form of the force collision was extremely obvious, and even a sonic bomb cloud visible to the naked eye was brought into the air.

The impact of forcibly returning to the present world from the realm of death is astonishingly powerful. As a similar energy creature, Wagri did not have much influence. Agasa lost control in the air and after a few spins, she steadily resuscited in the air. However, the physical Terion failed to escape the second impact of the two worlds.

His body was thrown away directly, like a black missile, roaring towards the walls of the snow-capped valley ahead at a speed exceeding the speed of sound. From Agasa's vision, you can clearly see the scene of Terion hitting the opposite wall, the rocks rising up and the falling snow on the top of the mountain falling down crazily.

This made Wagri breathe a sigh of relief subconsciously.

She flew quickly to the valley covered by falling snow. With her hands on her hands, a white spear of glory appeared in her hands. It seemed that she planned to fish Terion out of the snow ditch, but at the moment Wagri waved her weapon, a vibration came from outside the valley, and there were strange roars and the evil halo floating in the air.

When he saw the halo position, Agasa's face wrapped in a blitz helmet flashed with surprise.

"Annara!"

One of her best friends, the Soul Doctor who had repaired his soul injuries for Terion, lived in seclusion there. Seeing the dark green halo of evil energy becoming more and more intense, Agasa glanced at the snow ditch below. After a moment, she slapped her wings, turned into a white stream of light, and rushed out of the valley where the battle was taking place.

When Agasa saw her old friend, she also saw a creature that shouldn't have appeared here. It was a demon fighting the soul doctor... a weird demon.

It was a demon similar to a lion. It had no hair on its body, only nauseating blood-red fine scales, a short tail, and wings made of white bones on both sides of the body. The most terrible thing was its face, the disgusting face.

It was not a face, but a strange head formed by more than a dozen faces scrambling together. Each face had hideous teeth. Under these disgusting distorted faces, there was also a pair of open and closed mouths, which were so sharp that they were so scary that they were so sharp that they were so scary.

The demon was chasing Annara, who was not good at fighting in the cemetery of the soul doctor. Every mouth could gush out completely different magic breaths, and the breath of evil energy was entangled on its huge claws. Each claw could leave a burning mark on the ground.

"Uzur Devourer! Hell, how could this monster appear here?"

As Wagri who deals with the soul, Annara certainly knows what this is. In fact, during the demon invasion ten thousand years ago, she had killed such a demon monster more than once, but the ones she encountered on the battlefield before were not as huge as the one in front of her. It seemed that she was the evil pet of a big demon.

This kind of disgusting creature is naturally not born. Even if the Creator is blind, he will not create such monsters born purely for the spread of malice. These things are essentially a kind of stitching corpses, constructing monsters, and are made by the demons. They are specially used to devour corpses and to devour traveling souls on the battlefield to provide the demons with some "materials" for experimentation.

It is said that when the Devourer Demon was made, there was only one face, and as they swallowed more and more souls, they would grow more faces. Judging from the body size of the Devourer in front of them, this guy has devoured at least 1,000 souls.

It is worth mentioning that "Uzur" means "soul devourer" in the devil's words.

"Annara, I'll help you!"

Agasa shouted, immediately attracting the attention of Uzur who was raging in the cemetery below. The disgusting monster roared into the sky. In the malice of its more than a dozen eyes shining, more than a dozen lethal lights were also shot into the sky, but Agasa flexibly avoided it.

The warlike Wagri let out a war cry. In the sparkle of the soul power, her body turned into a white lightsaber falling from the sky. In the flash, the disgusting Uzul's face was completely torn apart. In the disgusting blood, the monster roared, and soon, another face appeared on its body.

“It’s so difficult…”

Agasa waved his spear and tore open both Uzur's faces at once, but it also did not cause effective damage to it. Uzur's constituent demons are rare and very difficult to deal with, because every soul in the body can bring them new life.

"This monster came to me, it was going to devour me..."

The soul doctor with a disordered breath waved his hands and wrapped the body of the Uzur demon in front of him with the light of his soul to limit its movements. The spear in Agasa's hand danced wildly like a storm, and Uzur kept retreating for a while.

"We have to kill it at least a thousand times...it's awful."

Agasa complained, but did not stop the attack. As Wagri, she could see that the imprisoned and wailing souls in the monster's body were mostly the souls of the Draenei people, as well as some dwarves and humans. She wanted to save them, but she could not do anything about it. Demons like Uzur are too evil, and these souls bound in its body are no longer saved.

"Give them a relief."

Agasa thought this way, and she raised her spear again, but just as she was about to do her best to kill the monster in front of her, a black shadow rushed out of the snow not far away. Terion rubbed his nose. He felt that in the impact just now, his nose seemed to have been broken and his nose was crooked.

This made the King of the Dark Blade very unhappy. In addition, the influence of the Realm of Death on him seemed to be still there, which made Terion unable to control his emotions. When he saw the disgusting monster, the King of the Dark Blade pulled out the ashes messenger behind him and slashed hard from behind with a powerful and heavy slash.

With Terion's full force, more than a dozen black sharp phantoms slashed at Uzur's body from all directions. With just one blow, one third of the bones of the demon monster made a fragile breaking sound.

"Let's go!"

"I'll do it!"

The King of the Dark Blade threw a sentence to the two Vagris watching in a cold tone, and the ashes in his hand waved it again. In just a few seconds, the Uzur Demon, who was still arrogant just now, screamed and kept retreating. Terion alone caused the momentum and damage of more than a dozen people to siege. It seemed that Terion seemed to vent the anger that had been threatened by the two death gods just now on the poor demon in front of him.

"It survives with souls, Terion, just physical damage, can't kill it!"

Annara, the soul doctor who transformed into a melon-eating audience, reminded loudly, and Terion's attack stopped at this moment. He inserted the Ashes Messenger back into the scabbard behind him. As his fingers hopped, a long sword wrapped in black flames appeared in his hand. At the moment the strange sword appeared, the howling Uzul seemed to have seen a natural enemy. It opened its broken bone wings and turned around and wanted to escape.

"Oh? That's it?"

The King of the Dark Blade stretched out his finger and knocked the blade in his hand. The black soul fire slowly faded away, revealing the sword body of the apocalypse. With the help of Terion, the demon blade that successfully devoured part of the soul of the polluter, and also entered the stage of breaking through the self-shackle as he wished. Its self-evolution has not been completed, but as a weapon, it can still fulfill its mission.

"Can you fight? Apocalypse?"

Terion asked softly, and a moment later, a sinister voice rang in his heart:

"Wave me freely... the enemy's blood can make me more happy."

"very good!"

The King of the Dark Blade nodded. The next moment, his figure was like black lightning, rushing into the sky among the colorful snow. After the black light flashed, the body of the Uzur demon who wanted to escape was smoothly divided into more than a dozen pieces in the air, and then it hit the white snow with the smelly blood rain all over the sky.

"He did it! The destructive power of this soul...is amazing!"

Annara looked at the apocalypse wrapped in black fire with some fear. She hid behind Agasa quietly, looked at Terion with a cold face in secret, and she whispered:

"Let's leave quickly after the fight, I also want to soothe those released souls."

Terion turned his head and glanced at the seemingly timid soul doctor. After a moment, he set his eyes on Agasa again, pointing to his ear and asked:

"What are the noises that echo in my mind?"

"That is the will of the realm of death. It sees you, it touches you, and now it calls you..."

Agasa explained that he was somewhat worried:

"You shouldn't have taken risks, Terion, in order to save you, I let you enter the world you shouldn't have entered in advance. Do you know why Hela didn't chase you? The world of death will corrode the souls of any creature. It is calling you, it wants you to integrate into that world and become a part of that world, and if you don't respond to this call... it will come to you."

"Hela thinks you are dead. After you completely return to eternal silence, the soul of the great demon in your hand will still return to her. This is not worth it, very not worth it!"

Agasa's explanation made Terion unable to help touching his ears, but after a moment, he shook his head:

"I have the final say whether it is a good deal or not. I think it's a good deal,"

"Just be stubborn!"

Agasa put away her weapon in dissatisfaction. She looked at Terion's tired eyes and said:

"The realm of death is still affecting your senses and soul. You'd better take a break and then think about how to respond to this summoning. In short, don't take risks. The "guide" you need hasn't been found yet. Just enter the realm of death rashly. You won't have a good ending. By the way, just now, I saw that the floating island disappeared. Did you do that?"

In the falling snow of Kazmodan, Terion turned around and looked in the direction of Beijiang. His eyes narrowed and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"No, that's not what I did, it's another group of people."

"A group of bold guys, one of whom I always pay attention to. I have to say that what he did this time was very good!"

"I'm very satisfied with his transformation..."

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"Crazy, crazy"

The sound of the sea was echoing in Kel'Thujad's ears. The pale-faced wizard and sorcerer was standing on the edge of a broken Dalaran ruin, looking speechlessly at the vast sea below.

In the absence of maps and magical positioning, even great wizards like Kel Thuzad couldn't figure out where they were teleported during the deathly teleportation just now.

But this place must be still in Azeroth... There is no doubt that the familiar magical aura on the sea and the elemental fluctuations that conform to the laws of this world prove their position. Therefore, these warlocks have good luck and have not been directly teleported to another world by the unruly Sargeras scepter.

Beside Kelthuzad, Altaya was wearing a strap for her brother, and there was a blood stain on the corner of the silent human warlock Kanresard's mouth, while the dwarf warlock Wilfred was lying on the ground not far away, life and death, orc warlock Retson lost both hands, and the high elf warlock Simfer knelt on the side holding his disfigured face and cried loudly.

The small group that Kel Thuzad just formed has come to the brink of collapse after a life-and-death crisis.

"Stop crying! Stop calling! You guys are so noisy!"

The great wizard turned around, stretched out his trembling hand, and put his hood torn by magic on his head. His eyes were gloomy and he shouted loudly:

"We survived! Idiots, there is hope for life, and we also have Dalaran... Dalaran that can fly. Although I haven't figured out the principle of it hanging in the air, it's nothing...most importantly, we have the future!"

As he spoke, Kelthuzad bounced his fingers, and Kanresad, who was covered in bandages, struggled to stand up and handed him a wooden box.

Kelthuzad opened the wooden box, and the black Sargeras scepter was quietly in front of him. He took a deep breath. As all the warlocks watched, Kelthuzad stretched out his hand, held the black, vaguely breath, and raised it high. The great wizard could feel that the staff in his hand had its own consciousness, and that consciousness was resisting him with a disdainful attitude.

But Kel's Thuzad's face was not shaken at all. He looked at the remnant defeated general in front of him and shouted loudly:

"Here...I announce, everyone, you have passed the first trial..."

"Welcome to join...my, Black Scythe Council!"
Chapter completed!