Ranger King of Azeroth

  Chapter 855 Are we a bit redundant...

   "Look!"

  Kil'jaeden's body surged with evil energy, and the terrifying coercion made the demon guards around him couldn't help but stay away from him.

   "This is the power that Sargeras gave me. As long as you give up the hypocritical lies of the naaru and join us, I will beg Sargeras to give you the same evil power."

  Veylon shook his head in disappointment, "It seems that we have nothing to talk about for the time being. Regarding my son, I will ask you to recover the debt during the battle."

"Hahaha!"

  Kil'jaeden laughed wildly, and as he cast the spell, the originally motionless body of the incarnation of Sargeras suddenly trembled, roaring like a wild beast.

   "Ding! Ding!"

The chains that locked the fallen avatar's hands were finally broken by the body's struggle. The avatar, whose lower body could not be seen, picked up the fel giant sword found by Kil'jaeden and threw it beside him, and moved towards The direction of the coalition forces is coming.

  Charlemagne dodged the blow lightly to the left, and at the same time ordered loudly, "Dodge! Divide the battlefield according to the original plan, I wish everyone good luck!"

Malorne and a group of wilderness demigods immediately went up to fight with the incarnation of Sargeras. At the same time, Kil'jaeden, Charlemagne and others consciously stayed away from the range that the giant sword of the fallen incarnation could swing. A standoff ensued at the entrance.

  Kil'jaeden allowed the demon army under his command to charge the coalition forces, fixed his eyes on Velen and said, "Very good, I can finally fulfill my promise this time, and bring you back to Argus with my own hands!"

   "Arrogance! Short-sightedness! Ignorance of current affairs!"

  Velen stared angrily and shouted, "The many preparations we have made are to keep you in Azeroth completely. You can't escape. Surrender!"

  Kil'jaeden flapped the wings on his back and flew into the air, shouting loudly, "It's useless to talk, let's see who can win the final victory!"

   "Apocalypse!"

   Countless rain of meteorites was summoned into the room by Kil'jaeden, and they rained down on the demon army and the Azeroth coalition regardless of enemy or friend.

This kind of attack reminded Charlemagne of the self-destruction magical skill Doomsday Judgment that Malygos once taught him... But in Kil'jaeden's view, as long as he can win anyway, these dead demons can be resurrected, and even if they die don't feel bad.

  But it is naturally impossible for Charlemagne and others to allow their own army to be hit hard by this unreasonable and indiscriminate range attack.

  With Queen Azshara at the center, Jaina, Aegwynn, Rhonin, Khadgar and other mages worked together to build a wide-area arcane barrier, blocking all the meteorite rain falling on the coalition forces... As for the Burning Legion? It's none of our business.

   At the same time, the shaman of the Earth Ring, headed by Goel and Nobundo, also began to pray for the response of the elements.

   "Spirit of the Earth, please listen to my call, and use your strength to build a solid barrier for our allies!"

Under Goel's spellcasting, the shaman's earth shield shrouded everyone on the battlefield at the same time, which made the caster Goel feel a little strange, which was much more powerful than when he usually prayed for elemental responses .

   "This... Could it be that the Stone Mother is secretly helping?"

Charlemagne gave him a thumbs up and gave him an affirmative answer, "Don't worry, I have already greeted the four kings of elements. This time, although they will not leave their respective elemental worlds to directly participate in the battle, they will give them remotely. our greatest support."

  After a few layers of buff effects were applied by shamans such as Go'el and Nobundo, the morale of the coalition forces was greatly improved. They each issued battle cries to launch a counterattack against the demons of the Burning Legion.

   "Whoosh whoosh!"

  Charlemagne fired five arrows at him when Kil'jaeden's meteorite cloud temporarily stopped, interrupting his next spellcasting.

   "Fraudster, it's too boring to get angry with the minions, let's play with you!"

"snort!"

  Kil'jaeden issued a second spell while flapping his wings and retreating. Some coalition soldiers showed pained expressions on their faces, and shadows were cut from their bodies, and quickly launched attacks on their bodies and comrades-in-arms.

   "Shadow Reflection."

Kil'jaeden withdrew his hand, looked at Charlemagne firmly and said, "Although I had a hunch before, you have grown into a confidant of the Burning Legion. Today's decisive battle will determine many things. Come on, let me Let's see if you have the ability to challenge Sargeras!"

  The high-end combat power headed by Charlemagne gradually left the area where the armies of the two sides fought. As usual, Charlemagne, Velen, and Queen Azshara stood at the forefront. This time, at most, Illidan was added.

  Maraad, Elisande, and the Windrunner sisters stood very far back, and they would provide support for the main battlefield more often. With their new demigod strength, they couldn't fight Kil'jaeden head-on.

   What made Charlemagne quite speechless was that Velen and Kil'jaeden seemed to have fallen into a world of two people after the war started.

   "Why do you instill such cruel and wrong ideas in my son!? One person does things and one person is responsible. If you have hatred against me, come to me. My son is innocent!"

  Using the fel energy barrier to catch Velen's sharp sword condensed with holy light, Kil'jaeden sneered and struck back with the claws covered with a lot of fel energy, "Ha! Cruel? Wrong? Isn't it true that you abandoned your people and fled?"

   "If I hadn't raised Lakish, do you think he would have survived until now in Argus where evil energy is everywhere?"

   "Over the years, I have treated him as my own, and promoted him to a lord-level demon, all because of you! To avenge you, a coward who escaped!"

  Velen hit Kil'jaeden's head with a highly compressed holy light bullet with his backhand, and retorted furiously, "Shut up! What do you mean by raising him is to make him join you?"

   "You actually cruelly poured evil energy into him who was still young, and ordered the two executioners to torture him until his heart collapsed and he surrendered! This is what you call raising?! Rakish? Butcher!?"

"Forehead…"

Charlemagne looked at the two people who had a good understanding, turned his head and shrugged his shoulders to Queen Azshara and Illidan, "Are we a bit redundant? It feels like Kil'jaeden completely ignored us and only focused on Velen Hit..."

Queen Azshara was also a little speechless, she shook her head and said, "Forget it... let them vent first, Velen obviously performed beyond his level in the state of rage, but he shouldn't last long, after all, there is still a gap in strength. "

  Compared to Kil'jaeden, who has been infused with fel energy, Velen has the blessing of the naaru's holy light, but all of his strength is obtained through self-cultivation.

Although he was a little behind Kil'jaeden, who was at the peak of the demigod, he was affected by the violent emotional fluctuations at this time, and he actually had a tie with the fraudster in a short period of time. Assault...and full of whining.

  The people who eat melons Charlemagne looked at the two people's battle mode and his mouth twitched a little, "How good are these two people before... This method of attacking each other is as if it has been tempered. '

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