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There seed to be sothing wrong around him. The gloomy atmosphere and the dark passage occasionally had so faint gemstone lights on the wall, but they were very small and had almost no lighting effect. Instead, it was more like the eyes of a demon hiding inside, revealing scarlet eyes in the darkness waiting for its prey to co.
Listening to the shouts and cries behind him, Gul’dan knew that he could not stay any longer. He had to go deep into the tomb and find the Eye of Sargeras. As long as he could gain powerful strength, the orc clan was not worth ntioning at all!
In the twisting void, two or three figures were looking at a disc made of fel magic, which contained information about the Tomb of Sargeras. A figure with blazing flas and huge horns on his head stood in the void. His figure was already several kiloters long, almost as big as a planet. With such a huge figure, and Archimonde and Kil’jaeden standing on his left and right, there was no doubt that this was Sargeras, the leader of the Burning Legion!
Just looking at his back makes it hard to breathe, as if even the air has frozen. The air around him stagnates and gusts with his mood. With such a terrifying power, just breathing can cause changes in the surrounding environnt. How strong is this power? The fallen Titan who can destroy the Pantheon is indeed very strong.
"I will kill this beast! The Legion’s victory was ruined just like that!"
Kil’jaeden watched all this with gnashing teeth. He could observe what was happening in Azeroth, but he had no way to intervene. He could only find lackeys to help deal with it. To teleport to Azeroth required extrely huge energy support, which was a threshold that the Burning Legion could not bypass.
"Hey, I told you before, don’t rely on that crap. Once the Legion cos, everything will be destroyed."
Archimonde rcilessly mocked his forr companions. At that ti, he was still one of the three great eredar. Later, he was shocked by the power of Sargeras and his desire for power, so he joined the Burning Legion. His forr opponents also joined the Burning Legion. They were all Sargeras’s lieutenants, and the struggle for power was naturally fierce. Especially the struggle between demons, which was even more bloody and cruel, with naked intentions and no disguise. Only the strong can control everything!
What? Overthrown by subordinates? They are just trash! No one will stand up for trash. Strength is everything! Maintaining the aggressiveness of the Burning Legion is everything to ensure its combat effectiveness. Sargeras is very satisfied with this and will not try to change it.
"That’s enough. Once he enters the tomb, I will let the demons tear him to pieces! Just as he took away the Legion’s victory, I will take away his hope!"
Sargeras snorted. He was still recuperating. More than 800 years ago, he entered Azeroth with a part of his soul and strength, but was defeated by Aegwynn. This made him feel resentful. After that, he could have controlled divh to contact the orcs to attack Azeroth as the vanguard of the army, but he was killed again, and his soul was damaged. Now his strength has been greatly reduced, and it will take a long ti to recuperate.
Seeing Sargeras speak, the leaders of the two legions were silent. An angry Sargeras is not soone they can easily ss with. Even if he is greatly weakened, they cannot deal with him. The reason why the Titans are Titans is because of their extraordinary strength, which makes other races use their hands and feet to lick their opponents to death with just their tongues.
The deeper Gul’dan went into the Tomb of Sargeras, the more warlocks died around him. Each one was captured by the demons that suddenly rushed out of the darkness and then brutally killed. The screams of the orc warlocks echoed in the hall, extrely infiltrating. It was impossible to retreat at this ti.
Countless demons showed cruel and cruel smiles, and did not attack Gul’dan, but kept capturing his n and then killed them cruelly. They bit off their arms and thighs, shredded their flesh and bones inch by inch, and swallowed them into their stomachs for a full al. First play with them and then eat them. Isn’t this how a cat teases its prey when it catches a mouse?
Gul’dan beca more and more desperate. He could not find the way to the depths of the tomb. There were demons everywhere. His hasty escape was finally blocked. In despair, he thought of a way. So he secretly tore his soul apart, stored it in the Soul Stone, and gave the Soul Stone to his n. He endured the severe pain and faced the demons directly, buying ti for his n to escape. As long as he could escape, he would have a chance to be resurrected.
However, only a few of the orc warlocks escaped after their desperate efforts, and most of them were stopped by the demons. Rows of hellhounds blocked the door. Their unique ability could ignite the stored magic power of the caster. The more magic power, the more damage they could bear. Their own strength was not strong. A human infantry could easily defeat them, but the orc warlocks could not. One by one, they scread and rose into flas, turning into fire n who kept screaming and struggling, but were torn into pieces by the demon guards.
Even Gul’dan’s soul stone fell to the ground and was crushed by a foot. The soul that was separated with great difficulty at the cost of schizophrenia just dissipated like this and was absorbed into supplents!
Gul’dan was forced into a corner. Countless demons rushed over and tore his flesh off bit by bit, skinning him alive! His death was extrely tragic. Those who dared to be traitors would not have a good ending.
When Gul’dan’s screams ended, the Tomb of Sargeras returned to peace. It seed that nothing had happened, but the strong sll of blood had not dissipated for a long ti, indicating that a tragic massacre had taken place here!
The Blackfang Grinning Clan captured the escaped orc warlocks and obtained a strange head from them. After questioning, they found out that it was Gul’dan’s head. Although Rend was very confused as to why Gul’dan turned into a skeleton after entering, he did not think much about it. This head was just the right item to hand over.
What happened in the Broken Isles has always been under the surveillance of various forces, including the Night Elf Watchers, the scouts of Suramar City, and the spies of Valhalla. Even Hela sent people to inquire about the news. A temple was transford into a tomb and rose from the seabed. This kind of thing is rare in the Broken Isles and is already a big deal.
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