Kane glanced at Varian beside him, and the tauren had a rare bloodthirsty smile on his lips:

"I bet! Varian...but that's the same thing, I don't think...I will lose!"

After the words fell, the charge was launched. The ground beneath Kane Bloodhoof's feet cracked open as if it had been hit by a cannonball. Amid the splashes of mud, Kane's body was wrapped in the fire of anger. Wherever he went, Kane. Bloodhoof was fierce.

The demons seemed to be hit by a battering ram. The front line composed of the tall demon guards was easily torn apart, and their torn bodies were thrown into the air.

The tauren chief, who had completely unleashed his anger, was like the most terrifying killing machine in the world. With his deep roar, the demons almost fled in all directions.

"Hey, my Varian, you've got yourself a good opponent...but I still think you're going to win."

Valeera kissed Varian on the cheek, then played with her dagger, stepped into the shadows, and said to her husband:

"Go and fight...let them see your edge..."

"Fur..."

Varian moved his wrist, and then lifted up the War Destroyer inserted in front of his eyes. A wisp of blood-red light flashed in his eyes. Amidst the splashes of white and blue thunder and fire, Varian's unparalleled momentum

The charge was like a sharp blade tearing apart the earth, rushing into the demonic army formation in front of him from another direction.

From the sky, two sharp rays of light, one red and one blue, were like the sharpest files, easily tearing open the demon army at the end of Felwood Forest. They were staggering forward, and their target was the huge hill.

Lord of the Abyss.

And Azgaro also felt the burning fighting spirit. This bellicose demon lord grabbed his double-headed halberd, and the evil fire burning on its inverted triangular head became more noisy.

He impatiently waved his halberd and cut the demon in front of him into two pieces. Like a moving hill, he took the initiative to walk towards the two mortals who didn't know how to live or die. In the midst of the blood splattering, Azgalo was tyrannical.

The sound echoed across the battlefield:

"Come on! Challenge me!"

"Come and challenge the Legion! Come and challenge the destruction! Come and challenge the power!"

"I can't wait to tear you apart..."

This blood-soaking scene on the battlefield completely fell into the reflection of another world. Tyrion leaned on his death throne. He watched the scene in front of him with interest, as if he was observing the final battle.

A perfect gladiatorial battle. Of course, the great lord did not forget the silent figure standing next to him. He asked softly without looking back:

"Are you ready? My new warrior..."
Chapter completed!