The whispered port, which has been tragically damaged by flames and disasters, has become like ruins. The civilians stranded in this city saw hope of escape in the dozen blue light columns deep in the sea. It seemed to be the last footnote of this desperate night. In the long night, it can always guide the weak people on the way forward.

The appearance of the light pillar also made the soldiers on the front battlefield filled with heroism and cruelty once again filled with courage. The warriors would not be afraid of the strength of the enemy. The only thing they were worried about was that after sacrificing themselves, they could not protect the people behind them.

Every soldier who can appear on this battlefield has the belief that he will die here because of the cowards...those cowards died long ago in the previous war.

Facing the cold undead rushing out of the night from all directions, and facing the dark blade warriors who came out of their nests, the light of victory was already dim in the last battle in the northern border. The goddess of luck was not on their side, but even so, no one put down the weapon they held tightly. When they raised their heads in the night and looked around, their ears were filled with the shouts of warriors, their eyes shining with blood, and endless roars echoed in their hearts.

In such a situation, how can they stop moving forward?

What's more, the noble, the emperor of the empire is standing in front of them, like a wall that never collapses. He is fighting for the future of civilization, and he will die for the survival of civilization. Even the leaders are fighting endlessly in such a desperate situation. How can followers shrouded in a sense of mission fall behind?

"The Draenei are here...The Warriors of the Empire, our allies are here!"

Losa's hoarse and high roar overwhelmed the hustle and bustle of the battlefield at this moment. As the messenger conveyed, the emperor's voice came into every corner of the battlefield lit by explosions and flames.

"We have no way out, but the empire will never fight alone! Warriors, stick with it!"

Shouting a war cry that boosted morale, the emperor stepped forward in his hands, holding the sharp legendary war sword, the War Destroyer. This brass sword, like the key of a double-sided blade, turned several deflections in the air. As the fire of power burst, the orc death lord who was facing the human emperor head-on was defeated several steps back.

Glokush's figure shaking on the battlefield, then he barely stopped his step back. He glanced at the battle axe in his hand. The fine battle axe forged by the Black Iron Master had been cut out of a rift of uneven levels by the War Destroyer, and it was obviously no longer available.

"Pooh"

The former black-handed chief spat rudely at the ground, threw the curled battle axe in his hand to the side, grabbed a heavy warhammer, and while his fingers were swung, a dark red, cold death energy wrapped around the weapon. He pounded his chest like a real orc. In the flash of his cruel eyes, the death lord rushed towards the human emperor again like a wild beast.

But to be honest, Glokush himself knew very well that he was probably not a match for Lothar.

The original color of the human emperor's armor was no longer visible. It was covered with the cold blood of the undead. Around the emperor was the remains of a circle of high-level knights who had been cut to death. Outside the emperor's armor, the fire of anger that burned like flames seemed to be the essence. The blood of the king of barbarians not only brought endless endurance, but also this flame that symbiotic with legendary weapons.

This is probably the first time in history that the warriors who seemed simple overall realized the power of anger. Losa is a top warrior. He fought with the power of anger, especially under the call of a strong sense of mission to protect the people and civilization. Every attack Losa cut was full of lethality. Those opponents who were weaker than him could easily be killed in the first attack of the battle.

This is a dangerous enemy, but it is also an opponent that the Dan Blade must get rid of. As long as Lothar is still there, the human empire will never fall. In the midst of disasters, this human emperor truly became the incarnation of the empire with his will as strong as steel and his image of loving the people as his son... and even became the incarnation of human civilization.

"Clang"

Amid Glokush's roar, the war hammer in his hand was smashed down crazily. The furious blow was accurately blocked by Losa with a battle sword. Then, while the wrist was flipped, the war hammer carrying a huge force was pushed to the ground. The emperor's body deflected outward at the same time, trying to avoid Glokush's fist, but the distance between the two was too close, and the cold heavy punch finally hit his chest.

"Bang"

The land at Lothar's feet exploded, causing his body to take a step back and stand steadily again. In front of him, Glokush, who had thrown away the warhammer, rushed over with bare hands. His left hand was still ignited by the fire of anger on the surface of Lothar's body, but for the Lord of Death, this little pain was simply not worth mentioning.

"You are very good at fighting, orc!"

Lothar's long sword was inserted on the ground, and he stepped forward without fear, with his left arm crossed and his right fist. Two creatures with powerful power were like fighting gladiators. The emperor stared at the death lord in front of him. In the gap between punches, he said in a deep voice:

"But unfortunately, I still have an unfinished mission, and I can't..."

"Still here!"

In the last half of the sentence, Lothar roared, and at the same time, his fist swung up from top to bottom. The flame wrapped around his arm was like a living angry dragon. He defeated all Glokush's defense with a standard dragon-lifting fist. The fist hit the chin of the orc lord, and threw Glokush's helmet into the air.

The orc's heavy body was lifted from the ground and rose into the air weakly. There was a hint of shock and reluctance in his green eyes... He could feel that at that moment just now, Lotha once again broke through the shackles of his own strength.

But this...how is this possible?

He is just an ordinary human being, how can his power improve like this endlessly endlessly?

"Clang"

Glokush's thoughts were interrupted by another heavy punch from Losa. The armor on the Death Lord's chest was smashed into the huge force of Losa. His body was like a fired shell, roaring into the battle positions between the two armies in front, smashing several unexpectedly high-level knights to the ground.

The emperor's bravery made the soldiers around him cheer in unison. They followed the emperor who had re-clenched the battle sword and roared and drove the death knights and undead infantry out of their positions.

"Ahem..."

Glokush climbed up from the ground with his chest covering his chest. The Lord of Death could feel that a scorching breath was destroying the structure inside his body. He had lost the ability to continue fighting, but he was still unwilling to give in.

"Your Majesty's will will be realized!"

The orc death knight's green eyes suddenly burst out blood like a living person, and the wild energy of death burst out from his body, driving the soldiers who rushed over and retreated. He stood there tremblingly, staring at the approaching Lothar, and whispered:

"Your persistence is meaningless. The emperor of mankind, you cannot change the world! You cannot change the fate in front of you..."

"I'm not here to change my destiny... Orcs."

Lothar nodded slightly to Glokush, and as the soldiers around him looked, he raised his sword:

"I just don't want to surrender to him, I'm just doing what I think is right..."

"Wow"

The battle sword soaked in flames roared down, Glokush gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, waiting for another death to come. He did not feel shame. Being defeated by a person like Lothar could not be considered a shame.

The only regret is that he may not see the future he has given everything for.

"clang"

The dull sound suddenly rang through the battlefield. Glokush opened his eyes and saw a trembling black heavy sword inserted in front of him. There was a strange gap behind the thick long sword, and the sphere made of dark energy was swaying in the depression.

It was this sword that blocked Lothar's last blow and saved the Lord of Death from the Eternal Future.

"Ha...he's here."

Glokush staggered back and wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Lothar:

"He is here to see you off..."

Lothar's expression became extremely serious at this moment. Obviously, he already knew who the visitor was.

"Go and have a rest."

A gentle voice sounded in Glokush's ears, and a cold hand armor was also placed on his shoulder. Behind Glokush, Tyreon, wearing the armor of the dark dragon, walked out. The swaying dark halo floated behind him, reorganizing various strange lines in the air, like light wings with no outlines.

"You have done a good job, leave the rest to me."

"As for your order, your Majesty."

Glokush turned and left without any nostalgia. At the moment when his figure was swallowed by the curtain of darkness, Terion also reached out his hand. In the jump of the dark red light, the ashes messenger inserted into the ground jumped into his hand, and an illusory sword shadow appeared in the air.

"bass"

The sharp blade cut through the air and let out a sharp long sound. Terion's blue eyes fell on the body of Lothar, who was waiting for the battle, and then jumped over the emperor's body and looked at the soldiers around him who were eyeing him.

He saw anger on the faces of the soldiers, fearlessness and courage to sacrifice his life, and the will to die forever, which made him very satisfied.

"You trained them well, Lotha."

"You sent the bravest warrior of human civilization to me..."

The wide black cloak behind the King of the Dark Blade floated open at this moment, and his body seemed to have changed shape. From the battle boots, his body quickly dissipated, and his ice-blue eyes turned into strange and unknown black at this moment.

"Then, I'll accept it..."

"Wow"

Just like a counterattack in the face of the Great Lich, Terion's "Howl of the Banshee" this time changed even more thoroughly.

His hands were buckled into claws, and his whole body rushed into the sky as if he had lost gravity. His body quickly atomized, not just his soul. In the dissipation of the black smoke-like halo, the black fog that filled the space instantly dropped by at least 20°. He was like he had lost his entity, rushing towards Lothar and the soldiers behind him in a posture of flying birds flying over the sky.

"Defense! Defense!"

The emperor held the Battle Sword of the War Destroyer with both hands. The flames on his body expanded rapidly at this moment, trying to protect the loyal and brave soldiers. However, in the cold, low and hoarse whistle of Terion, the soldiers were shrouded in black fog, and the power directly acting on the soul easily shattered their will.

In the dark night, the brave warriors could not even make the last whimper, like puppets that had lost their souls, falling one by one on the battlefield.

The scene was like the god of death waving a sickle. In less than a second, all living creatures within a radius of 500 meters were caught by this cruel and terrifying move.

The expressions of the dead were frozen, there was no residual emotion in their eyes, and there was no fatal injury in their bodies, as if in a quiet voice, the living soul was separated from the body.

"monster!"

Lothar's roar and the long sword of fire that broke through the darkness hit the black fog in front of him. In the scattered mist, the sharp war destroyer hit another solid legendary weapon.

"clang"

It was like a low bell ringing, and the floating black mist that had no substance suddenly gathered at this moment, reorganizing Terion's body in front of Lothar.

He held the Ashes Messenger in one hand, with a crossbar in front of him. The flames were leaping on the blade of the War Destroyer, but the flames could never break through the energy protection around the Shadow Blade.

"If there is no death...the pale life will be pityless."

In the heart of Terion's other hand, a dim soul stone shone brightly. He turned his head, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the human emperor in front of him. The only living thing within 500 meters. He raised the soul stone, just like a chat between friends, and asked softly:

“It’s so beautiful…isn’t it?”

"Feel sorry..."

Losa made a hoarse sound as if it was as close as steel. He took a step back, held the sword tightly with both hands. With a roar, the fire of power around him suddenly gathered, and the flames on the sword blade of the War Destroyer re-formed the sword edge. The flame blade, which was even larger than Losa's body, ruthlessly slashed at Terion's head.

"But I can't see anything except your evil..."

"Clang"

The cold power also exploded like a bomb explosion at this moment, hanging the surrounding battlefield and corpses with frost. Between the collision of fire and ice, a circle of energy after waves visible to the naked eye roared and crashed into the battle circle where the two were fighting, lifting up tons of soil and blowing down the plants and trees that had lost their lives.

"Oh, maybe it is not the kind of beauty you pursue. It seems that we are not a fellow practitioner, it's a pity..."

After 10 seconds of the opening of the king, the final battle has entered a real white-hot heat...
Chapter completed!