Seeing Mimiron wearing a weird smile and beginning to dismantle the head parts of the Garosi Destroyer in a weird and energetic manner that he had never seen before, the pirate curled his lips and stepped on the hot demonic wind in front of him.

He flew towards the battlefield on the opposite side.

He said to himself that Mimiron looked crazy, but he didn't expect that he was actually an NTR lover inside.

He said no, and talked about his excellent guardian character, but looking at his passionate movements and the lightning-like symbols that appeared from time to time in his weird electronic eyes, it didn't mean that this guy had actually been convinced by Black.

Yet?

Wow, these mechanical creations are really fun to play with.

However, despite being despised, the pirate did not utter a word to ridicule him.

This Mimiron is a real psychopath, and he has never concealed this fact himself. A pirate can taunt a normal person crazily because he can guess a normal person's reaction, but he will not provoke a psychopath.

Even the ancient gods couldn't predict what miraculous ideas a lunatic's mind would come up with in the next second, especially in the face of a lunatic with magical skills that could blow up the continental shelf.

Now that the anti-demon coalition is advancing in great strides, with both the Eredar Council and the Deceiver running away, and the Dread Lord's upright internal rebellion, Black needs Mimiron to contain the last force in Antorus and the Burning Throne.

The mechanical army with the ability to make a comeback and their masters.

As long as Mimiron can hold back Jingaros, the engineer of the Apocalypse who possesses dangerous power, until the coalition forces break through the soul cell used to pollute the Titan Soul, at least two-thirds of the expedition to Argus will be won.

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Then the mortals exit, and the remaining third is Blake's "trouble".

"Forward! Seize the passage!"

On the outer cliff leading to the inner palace of the Burning Throne, Varok Saurfang was doing his best to slash and kill. This brave orc warlord was holding the axe-slayer left by his brother, and another type of sword in his hand.

Armed with a gleaming golden ax of holy light, every time he set off a whirlwind of flesh and blood, several demons would fall around him.

He was almost stepping on the burning corpse of the devil, charging forward while shouting loudly:

"Drive the demons down! Wait until the ship attacks a second time to open the passage! This is the last battle, a heroic end beckons, don't give up!"

"stand up!"

Beside Saurfang, Varian, who had activated the divine power, was also killing people.

He rushed to a tauren warrior who was chopped down by a demon, pulled him up from the ground, waved and threw a Holy Light Cure, and at the same time let the blazing holy flames pour into the ground under his feet, burning the demons who were approaching.

Everywhere you look, everyone is working hard.

There are too many demons, and the villains stationed at the Burning Throne are the absolute elite in the legion, which gives them an advantage in both quantity and quality.

Even with the bombing support of the Evil Horn of the World and the thunderous breaths of the little stars blowing back and forth to clear the ground, the Ashes Expeditionary Force suffered heavy losses in less than ten minutes.

But their efforts are rewarded.

They finally lasted until the second charge of the Zenidar's Holy Light Judger main gun ended.

"Get away! Get away quickly!"

General Maraad, who was single-handedly carrying three demon lords on the ground and slashing and killing them, saw the golden beam of light in the sky used for calibration pass through the crowd and freeze on the magic steel wall of the main fortress of the Burning Throne in front.

He immediately turned around and shouted a warning to the soldiers fighting fiercely in the bombing area.

But it is not so easy for the warriors on the chaotic battlefield to evacuate. The demons that have already attacked them will not allow these guys to flee the battlefield weakly.

The crazy people born from the evil energy field laughed wildly and held the warriors in place. The ferocious burning demons were not afraid of their impending death at all.

Anyway, their lives are not valuable, and they can be reborn in the Twisting Nether after death, but these delicious souls in front of them are great, and they can still make money even if they die together.

"Mage! Where is the mage? Save me! Hurry!"

Seeing that the main cannon of the Holy Light Judge was about to be fired, the dwarf warrior Muradin, who was wielding the Divine Hammer, roared and broke the hooves of the Doom Guard lord who was blocking the way in front of him, and then pounced on him when the latter fell to the ground.

There was a skull-crushing blow, and the dwarf shouted with a broken gong on the corpse that was spraying blood.

But mages are also very busy.

On this chaotic battlefield where formations have been broken up, they have to face the dilemma of being besieged in close combat and still find time to throw accurate teleportation, which is undoubtedly embarrassing.

But after all, it is a group of high-level spellcasters, and it is really unambiguous at the critical moment.

Kael'thas held the Flame Strike and threw Phoenix Fire in all directions to melt and burn the approaching demons, giving other spellcasters a few seconds to cast their spells.

Dean Lanyue and Merry, who maintained an elegant demeanor even in the fierce battle, teamed up to throw a large-scale teleportation shot at the light cannon's impact point, sending the nearby warriors and demons to the other side of the cliff.

Khadgar also got angry.

Cos Gandufu, he endured the pain of being stabbed by the demon assassin to complete the final replacement, and together with Drek'Thar who threw the astral teleportation beside him, he sent a group of injured people who fell to the ground back to the place above their heads.

The evil name of this world.

The next moment, the scorching golden light cannon roared again.

Just like the dazzling sword of holy light pierced the towering city wall of Antorus and blasted a crack, no matter how ferocious the demons were, they were turned into ashes in the light. Although a few friendly troops were accidentally injured, this kind of

In case...

In short, this blow represented the Holy Light Legion's venting of anger against the demons. The end of the golden stream of light opened a crack in the thick magic steel wall that was enough to accommodate a dozen people to pass side by side, and was still exuding high temperature and scorching atmosphere.

The road leading to the inside of the Demon Fortress has been opened, but the commanders were not happy because they could see clearly that when the light cannon fell, the group of Demon Hunters who were the strongest and took the position were not able to escape.

Those fearless demon hunters may have been reduced to ashes...

"Ha! Why are you still standing there? Charge!"

The pirate's voice sounded above the battlefield at this moment. He waved his hand as he came on the wind, and the demon hunters who were taken out from under the light cannon were thrown to the ground by the strong wind.

Obviously, the pirates who arrived at that moment completed the final rescue, and finally did not let these blind hunters die under the bombardment of their own people.

It would be a joke from hell if you can't dodge the bombardment because you don't have eyes.

This scene made the soldiers below cheer. Saurfang also grinned, lowered his head and charged towards the crack opened by the Holy Light main cannon.

He pushed away the incoming demons in the scorched land where the holy aura remained, and rushed into the inner layer of the Antorus Fortress.

The others also fought and retreated, advancing towards the interior of the fortress while demons were still swarming around them.

As for how they will get out after entering, this is indeed a big problem, but after seeing the triangular beacons carried by several archmages of the Holy Light Legion, this doubt was lifted.

Obviously, they want to use the teleportation tactic that the Holy Light Legion is best at.

"Keep someone out there!"

After Varian and the Paladins rushed into the cave, Archbishop Mograine touched the blood on his face and shouted to the others:

"We must block the way for external demons to pursue us. There are too many of them. If this continues, we will be dragged to death here! You go! I stay here with the warriors of the Holy Light Legion.

Don’t let our sacrifices go to waste.”

Under the current circumstances, although those who rush into the throne will face terrible dangers, those who stay in this gap to intercept the pursuers will definitely end up with no life.

Seeing Mograine take the initiative to take on this important task, the two brothers Malfurion and Illidan who wanted to speak fell silent.

Even the kind-hearted Archdruid didn't say much. He just gave the elven farewell rituals to those paladins, and then led his troops into the depths of the throne.

There was no time to grieve. The Cenarion Order had suffered heavy losses in the previous battle, and those who survived were filled with energy.

They have already arrived here, and no one wants to fall down before the last pass. That would be too embarrassing.

But before the warriors had time to confirm their next route, a group of "uninvited guests" that no one expected suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Delanor is on top! Kargath!"

Saurfang exclaimed. In front of his eyes, a group of orcs with a ferocious aura suddenly rushed out from the passages inside the Burning Throne.

The leader was surprisingly the former Chief of the Shattered Hand, Kargath Bladefist, who secretly took a boat to the Antolan Wasteland and then "disappeared".

Logically speaking, it should be a good thing for "old friends" to meet each other, but facing these orcs who suddenly appeared, the Ash Warriors raised their weapons one by one and looked at them with disgust.

"Did you drink demon blood?"

Blake, who was in front of the crowd, frowned and looked at the group of Shattered Hand orcs in front of him. After Grom Hellscream opened Mannoroth's skull with an axe, the orcs' demonic blood was cured from the source.

Although it will take some time for the entire race to recover, the energy of the orcs who were not tortured by demonic blood has finally returned. This can be seen from the violent fighting posture of the orc sergeants commanded by Saurfang.

But these guys in front of me are different.

Their muscles were abnormally stretched, and their skin was red like a skinned monster. Their eyes were as red as burning flames, and there were even demon-like bone spurs on their backs, arms, and necks.

Each of them has a violent and frenzied aura, making no secret of their inner desire for destruction and destruction.

The orcs who drank the demon's blood for the first time were polluted green, and the second time they drank the demon's blood, they would show the blood-red color in front of them. Kargath Bladefist, who led these Shattered Hand orcs, was one of them.

"Outstanding".

This orc "handsome man" who once had flowing black hair has now turned into an out-and-out "savage orc" monster. His flowing black hair has long since fallen off and been replaced by a scalp full of ravines. His body is so strong that

Incredible, full of depraved power.

Facing the disgust and hostility of everyone in front of him, as well as Black's inquiry, Kargas moved his neck and walked towards the coalition. This action made Tyrande immediately raise the Moon War Bow in his hand.

But the next moment, Black waved his hand to signal Tyrande not to be impulsive.

He looked at Kargas, as if waiting for an explanation.

"Of course I drank the demon blood, idiot."

Facing Saurfang's rebuke, Kargath didn't care.
To be continued...