The chaotic scene quietly stopped at this moment, leaving only the heavy breathing of the crowd, echoing in the empty hall, making it particularly clear... Alsace's actions were beyond everyone's expectations!

Mixed with the biting cold wind of the North Pole, it seems to be in power! But in the end, it ended in this way, reflecting the more or less uneasy and fear in everyone's hearts, which seemed so ironic~

The Lich King was afraid?! This thought jumped into everyone's hearts at the same time...

The mountains that had been pressing on their hearts for a long time seemed to collapse at this moment. The Lich King, who had once made them frightened, chose to retreat when he first faced them... his confidence was in vain!

"Kill them all, natural disasters will surely be destroyed!" A hysterical cry came from Erigore's mouth. The commander, who was calm and composed in the past, had a handsome face, and even twitched slightly due to excitement, making him look hideous.

The others were even more unbearable. While their momentum soared, their emotions also lost control...

"Did you see it? Alex~" Tyran tightened Xie Feng's shoulders and shook them with all his might: "...Revenge is just around the corner!"

At this moment, the strong men saw the hope of revenge! If they had only relied on their unyielding belief and the loss-losing gamblers, using their last chips - their own lives as bets, then at this moment, they really saw the hope...the hope for victory in the Northern Expedition!

But as everyone cheered and excited, Xie Feng's face suddenly sank...

"Kelthuzad, your doomsday is here!" Darien suddenly attacked, raised his long sword in an venting manner, splitting the hatred in front of him in half, pointing at the dull lich, shouting with great enthusiasm.

Others also took advantage of the morale and received injections to clear out the natural disaster soldiers who had lost command and fell into chaos. They came forward and the Yanyue-shaped styling surrounded the great lich who had not yet recovered...

"Enough...I'm tired of these juggling...I'm going to freeze every drop of your blood!"

The hysterical howling, the great lich's body trembled quickly, and the ice storm rose...

The death and withering under his feet broke through the double obstacles of Old Fordine's halo and dedication, and acted on everyone. The slightly depressed Kel Thuzad became majestic and arrogant again!

Unfortunately, at this moment, anyone can find that he is at the end of his strength...

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The Dark Temple, entrance, looked at the endless demons, towards the defense line composed of the Tauren and the dwarfs, and launched the crazy attack of the enemy. Tyrande frowned and relaxed without a moment... In the plan, the chaos behind the Doomsday Walker Legion did not appear, and she was already impatient to wait!

"Has the plan failed? Or is the demon's combat power far exceeding expectations?"

However, seeing that Halior and Kudran were still in the same sure and calm expression, she still suppressed her worries and couldn't help but comfort herself: "It's soon... they will appear soon...soon..."

In the Garden of Joy, Garrosh pulled out the blood roar from the last blood elf. He walked aside and wiped the violet gauze tent with expressionless face...

"Oh, powerful...Son of Grom~" A fox came up with a slutty smile on his face and joked: "Don't you have a good relationship with Alex? It's hard to imagine that you would kill so many blood elves..."

When he heard that he was called the son of Grom, Garrosh's eyes were frustrated, and his unwillingness flashed. He was immediately replaced by wireless pride and looked up high: "Their existence is a blasphemy to Sindore!"

After saying that, he ignored a fox who was famous for his insidiousness and cunning, snorted coldly, and walked out with big strides...

"I'm so proud..." Rommel touched his chin, felt the stubble, and said to himself: "The son of Grom... seems to be an opportunity to take advantage of... How to use it? Well, it seems to be a serious question..."

In my mind, the conspiracy was not outlined yet, and a powerful and arrogant magical aura suddenly came from the front, which attracted everyone to look at each other! Immediately afterwards, Garrosh's violent roar came...

"It's Illidan!" Mavi's tall figure flashed away, flashed out of the crowd, and headed straight to the battle site.

The others looked at each other, and didn't care about reorganizing the formation, raised their weapons, and hurriedly caught up with them...

"This place... is not the right plan!" A fox looked around for a long time with obvious dissatisfaction on his face, and relied on his identity to attract a group of Royal Knights and the soldiers of the Seventh Legion to protect him. Then he kept pace with him.

Although he knew that in the face of Illidan, these soldiers were not even qualified to be cannon fodder... just to boost courage!

And on the territory of the former mistress of Shaherath, the once familiar plot was once again staged...

"I... have been imprisoned for ten thousand years..."

Garrus held the battle axe horizontally and looked vigilantly at the demon hunter who was domineering in front of him.

"He was expelled from his hometown again..."

King Sarufar and Marshal Danas arrived and stood beside Garrosh, fiddling with the ancient tree natural enemy and the Alasso Guardian Warhammer with a heavy expression. The fierce battle was burning in their eyes, with a powerful aura!

"Now, how dare you..."

Mavi, Akama felt the vengeance that could almost burn him to destroy him appeared in the eyes of the two. The Wheel of Revenge and the Double Lock Scythe, as the two hands used excessive force, trembled slightly...

"How dare you break into my territory..."

Sar and Varian appeared at the same time, behind the three of them, with the same breath as the leader and king, proudly and solemnly staring at the peerless strong man in front of him who deserves respect but is forced into a desperate situation by himself...

"you..."

Including Gianna, more than a dozen senior legions of the dual camps, led the Seventh Legion and hundreds of elite soldiers from Kukaron blocked the entire corridor. In the rear, more coalition warriors continued to pour in...

Under the curse of Sargeras, the blue light surged. Illidan raised his lips slightly, and his wings closed behind him were wide open. His majestic body followed, as he ascended into the air, looking down at the bottom...

Domineering and rushing towards you!

In the vigilant eyes of everyone, his hands flashed, and the Essinos blade leaped into Illidan's hand, emitting a strange mist.

"You...you wait for me!"

With both wings closed, he turned around and ran away~~~
Chapter completed!