Panda’s Self-cultivation

　　 "Child, you are right, the light never died."

　　 With a soft holy light, the prophet Velen didn't know when he returned to the battlefield. He raised his head and looked at his former friend, his eyes filled with determination.

"Kil'jaeden, you have chased me in the world for countless years, and I have always chosen to escape-this is not because I dare not fight, but I hope to keep the last fire for the draenei !"

　　 "I admit that your treacherous tricks really disturbed my heart, making it difficult for me to calm down, but now I can take up the staff to face you! The Holy Light is not dead, nor will it die!"

　　 "Not all wanderers have lost themselves!"

"Oh? Interesting. Could it be that the mouse that had escaped for thousands of years finally recovered his dignity?" Kil'jaeden looked at the rejuvenated Prophet Velen, "Velen, my most trusted brother, I Give you one last chance, join us, join the Burning Legion, we will step on the world together, let the whole universe tremble and wailing under our power!"

"Kil'jaeden, I will no longer persuade you to turn back at this time. The Benevolent Light will forgive everything, but it does not include you. You will pay the price for the sins you have committed!" Wielding his staff, Vinucci lay flat on the ground.

The heart of anger flew into Velen’s hands and held the Atama crystal tightly. Velen’s face was full of anger: "I have suffered too much for my restraint and patience. I didn’t understand until not long ago. , Even the orc's atrocities were caused by you—your deceitfulness made my people flow in blood! Today I will judge you on behalf of the Holy Light!"

　　 Kil'jaeden laughed.

"Only you, even in Argus, you are not my opponent, not to mention now! I have accepted the blessing of the great Sargeras-don't think that I like to persuade others with words and ignore my power. !"

　　 Velen didn't answer any more, just mobilized all his energy, turned this energy into holy light missiles, and shot them at Kil'jaeden and the circle that summoned him.

　　 "Hahahahaha, the years of escape life have made you forget how to use your power? Have you forgotten all your poor combat experience that you had acquired in Argus?"

　　 Following Kil'jaeden's taunts, a series of small shadow arrows were produced out of thin air, accurately bombarding the center of every Holy Light Missile. The holy light bombs were all detonated when they flew in the air, failing to cause even a little damage to Kil'jaeden.

　　 The brilliant explosion lit up "fireworks" above the dark temple.

　　 "If you only have this level, you should give up early. I don't even want to teach you to recruit into the legion anymore, because your combat experience is really unqualified!"

　　 A giant hand composed of shadows quickly took shape, and slammed it towards Velen.

　　 But Kil'jaeden didn't expect that when the shadow giant flew halfway, it disappeared in the holy light with Velen's holy word spell.

"What's the matter? You did not hesitate to expend mana to change the environment here?!" Kil'jaeden looked a little surprised at the huge holy light circle that was gradually taking shape with the Holy Word and the exhausted and weak Velen on the side. , "But, what if it is filled with holy light, my dear brother, how much power do you have, your old body, I can't even hold a staff, right?"

　　 The prophet Velen has fallen to the ground, lying side by side with Vinucci, quietly watching Shadowmoon Valley, a fel-polluted sky.

　　 "Although Vinylon is not here, there is me!" Drunk Feng stood up and stood in front of Vinylon.

　　 After the initial shock, Drunk Wind has no sense of fear when facing the fraudster. After all, this is the boss who was once in the Sunwell, the toilet man who has been abused countless times by himself! Now Kil'jaeden is also stuck in the summoning circle and will not be able to get out for a while, such Kil'jaeden is nothing terrible at all!

　　 Drunk Wind released the misty language on his waist and raised his pants: "Kil'jaeden, you should never underestimate the power of mortals, the ending of your demons will eventually be destroyed!"

　　 "Yes!" Lothar finally eased his breath at this time, "Devil, we won't succumb in front of you!"

"Are you guys from Azeroth?" Kil'jaeden finally turned his gaze to Lothar and Drunk Wind. "Sure enough-it seems that your talents are not very good, but your potential seems endless. Endless, mortals really can't speculate with common sense, hahaha."

　　 Zuifeng and Lothar glanced at each other, and both said that they could not understand the logic of the fraudster's laugh.

In fact, Kil'jaeden is not laughing at Drunken Wind and Lothar, but Sargeras, the fallen Titan of the Pantheon. His burning feet have trampled countless worlds and scored to pieces. His long sword There is no enemy of One, and it is difficult to describe his strength with exhaustion of all words. As a result, the boss of the Burning Legion overturned wildly in Azeroth.

　　 Ten thousand years ago, it failed to lure the night elves ~www.ltnovel.com~.

After weakening himself several decades ago, he personally arrived at Azeroth and was defeated by the Guardian. Although Sargeras’ soul influenced and controlled Medivh, he opened the Dark Portal and brought in a group of orcs to avenge him. All this has become Sargeras' greatest shame!

　　 Moreover, Medivh, who was controlled by Sargeras, was killed by Lothar during his raid on Karazhan...

　　Imagine a lion fighting with a house cat, and he was caught with a lot of face, even if the lion scared all the cats of the house cat to death, the shame is the lion.

　　 The only way to wash away the stigma is to make no domestic cats in the world, right?

　　Although Kil'jaeden admires Sargeras' power, it does not mean that he will not gloat for the failure of his boss.

　　 Kil'jaeden, who had been laughing for a long time in the bewilderment of the people around him, finally stopped his laughter. The fraudster looked at the demon that had collapsed and waved his hand simply.

　　 "Enough, embarrassing rubbish! Let me give my old friend the last ride!"

　　 "There are also these few mortals who can't help themselves!"

Kurdran Wildhammer and Sylvanas Windrunner both solved their opponents and came to the third-tier platform of the Dark Temple. Khadgar finally cooked the Gorefiend and awakened in place (and gnawed a Magic bread, drank some magic spring water), at this time I also felt Lothar's side with the legendary staff of Atyesh Guardian, and Onyxia changed back to the form of a dragon, ready to fight. , In the distance, Vindicator Ruhr has driven Storm Fortress over!

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