Panda’s Self-cultivation

　　 The huge magic mech was finally broken, and the Eredar warlock manipulating the mech finally crawled out.

　　 At this time, although the warlock was in a panic, his eyes were still staring at Lothar: "Are you a human? It really is a race full of possibilities."

　　 He started to cough violently, and his beard like an octopus claw was covered with blood.

　　 "You defeated me-I, Lakish, admitted my failure. But the battle has just begun!"

　　 The warlock nicknamed "The Butcher" began to accumulate all the fel and shadow energy in his body. This energy was so violent that it directly took Lothar and Drunk Wind to one side.

　　 "I would like to call for your coming with all my energy!"

　　 "Orc Warlock, take control of this power, summon you, Kil'jaeden!"

　　 A huge energy ball flew toward the dark temple, directly illuminating the huge and incomparable teleportation circle on the three-story open platform.

　　 Lakish walked towards the dark temple step by step, and as the negative energy was continuously drawn away, the red on his body gradually became lighter-more and more like a draenei.

　　 The holy light flashed, and Velen, who had been dispelling the fel on the battlefield in the distance, rushed to the Eredar Warlock.

　　 "Holy Words: Punishment!" The prophet Velen waved his staff and fixed Lakish in place, "Child, who are you?!"

　　 "Hahaha, old man! Seeing that I am dying, are you finally showing up?" Lakish's beard fluttered frantically with his laughter, "I am the butcher, I am chasing your countless nightmares in all worlds!"

　　 "Child! Your real name! What is your real name?" The prophet Velen opened his eyes wide, as if he wanted to overlap the figure of the warlock in front of him with the child in his memory.

"I am Lakish! The great Kil'jaeden gave me this name! It also indicates that I will slaughter you traitors!" Lakish, who had overdrawn his energy, wilted to the ground, his eyes gradually losing focus," It's a pity that I didn't see the grand occasion of Kil'jaeden Pavilion's descending. It's a pity..."

　　Vylon stepped forward, picked up the dead Lakish, and started crying silently.

　　 Zuifeng and Lothar surrounded awkwardly, looking at the crying prophet at a loss.

"A long time ago, when I was in my hometown of Argus, I once had a son." Velen quietly looked at the warlock in his arms, "When my son was born, I predicted that I would embrace like this An Eredar warlock cried."

　　 "Later, when Sargeras came to Argus and called up my people, I didn't want to join the demons, so I chose to leave. I lost my son while riding in the spaceship."

"But I am a prophet. I need to guide the direction of the draenei. I cannot be immersed in the sadness of the past. So I can only endure the pain silently, and I can only choose to tell the Holy Light when there is no one. That miss for my son."

　　 "But I really didn't expect that the prediction was that my son would die in front of me, Kil'jaeden! My son is not Lakish, he shouldn't be a butcher!"

　　 "Why! Ten thousand years later, I saw my son, but he actually fell into a demon, and he was unwilling to give me a chance to purify him!"

"Hahahaha! Velen, my old friend, the great'prophet', even if you know your fate, what can you do? Your ending is doomed to destruction!" Kil'jaeden's voice came out in the teleportation circle. , The tone is full of joy-although this fraudster has great power, he obviously enjoys the victory brought by deception and exploitation.

　　 Drunk Wind has been stunned. When he crossed, the Legion hadn't come back. I didn't know that Velen had a dead son in 7.0. At this time, Drunk Wind thought it was his butterfly effect that brought such a tragedy to the prophet Velen.

　　 Looking at the distraught prophet, Drunk Wind could not find a prophecy to comfort this great pacifist, and he did not even notice Kil'jaeden's voice.

"Go on, I hope to be alone for a while." Velen did not look at Drunken Wind and Lothar, and did not respond to Kil'jaeden's taunts. He quietly picked up Lakish's body and walked back slowly. .

　　The battle continued, and Zuifeng and Lothar finally noticed the huge teleportation circle. Listening to Lakish, this teleportation circle will summon Kil'jaeden to come. Once the fraudsters really come to this world, I am afraid that not only the expeditionary coalition forces will be defeated, but the demons will continue to go to Azeroth through the Dark Portal!

"Losha, you cover for me, I flew up with the rocket belt to try to close that **** teleportation circle!" As he said, the drunk wind pulled out the words of the mist, "I will try to summon the white tiger **** in this world. Coming."

　　 "Let me come! My strength is better than you." Lothar grabbed Drunk Wind and untied his belt. "It shouldn't be complicated to talk about how to use this stuff?"

　　 Drunk Feng held up his pants awkwardly, trying to persuade Lothar to return the belt to himself. But Lothar was determined to do it himself, and Drunk Wind could only tell him how to use the rocket belt~www.ltnovel.com~ it doesn't sound complicated. Lothar put on his belt, "It's just a bit too fat. "

　　 Drunk Wind wrapped the language of the mist back around his waist, and cast the element clone.

　　 The four avatars were fully fired, and when the demon leaders of the Burning Legion were all entangled, they opened a way for Lothar.

　　 Under the sweep of flames and strong winds, Lothar and Drunk Wind came to the hall of the Dark Temple.

　　 "Take care!"

　　 Lothar pressed the button of the belt.

　　 Along with the familiar firelight and music, Lothar successfully flew to the third floor of the Dark Temple and faced Ner'zhul who hosted the summoning circle!

　　 On the other side, Vinylon finally walked to the back of the front.

　　 Vinucci greeted him: "Grandpa Vincenzo, what's the matter with you?"

　　 Looking at Vinucci with a worried look, the prophet Velen reluctantly used a mantra and tenacity: "Child, let grandpa be quiet for a while, grandpa just lost his son."

　　 Looking at the lost Velen, Vinucci bulged his face, but still couldn't say a word of comfort-because Grandpa Velen said he needed to be quiet for a while.

　　 But the little guy couldn't sit still. He couldn't imagine that the strong grandfather would show a lost expression. At this time, the Holy Light on his body was extremely dim.

　　 Finally, Vinucci made up his mind and called to the sky on Onyxia: "Sister Onyxia!"

At this time, the Black Dragon Legion basically eliminated the enemies in the sky and defeated the Destroyer. Onyxia, who was patrolling around, heard Vinucci's call and fell on the ground and turned back into a human form: "What's wrong, little guy~www.mtlnovel .com~Book friends are welcome to visit and read. The latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~www.ltnovel.com~ mobile phone users, please go to read.