Stormwind Wizard God
Chapter 784: Demon King

Chapter 784: Demon King

The demon guards rushed past the Abyss Lord like a tide, and the intermediate liches following behind the large army joined forces to cast spells, supporting a battlefield magic.

It was a huge frost cover with a radius of nearly a thousand meters. The shells that fell with a loud bang were melted in mid-air by the black icy breath and could not fall on the demon guards at all.

"Hahaha! Did you see that? You lowly creatures! Weak creatures like you don’t even have the qualifications to join the Burning Legion. No matter how much you resist and struggle, it will be in vain. Your only fate will be the same as this tower, being completely destroyed! Hahahaha!"

The Abyss Lord Azgalor did not speak the common language of Orcs, but the language that is unique to demons and can directly penetrate the soul. The vicious words rushed into the hearts of every coalition soldier without any obstacles.

"cut!"

Every strong man in the coalition had a look of resentment on his face.

The one standing at the front of the city wall is either the chief or the queen. Being humiliated by a huge demon with an incredible appearance, even a clay man would be angry, let alone a powerful man who is unrivaled in one area?

Jaina stretched out her thumbs forward in a domineering manner, and the next second, she turned her white wrist and pointed her thumb down!

Only four cold words came out of the mouth of the newly crowned Queen of Kul Tiras.

"Kill them!"

For a moment, the five Archmage-class wizards standing side by side at the front of the city wall simultaneously emitted strong magical fluctuations visible to the naked eye.

Rhonin was in the middle, Solarian was on the left, and Caponia was on the right. Near the three of them, arcane energy condensed into a thick soup rolled and undulated across the entire arrow tower.

Behind the three of them, Jaina and Kael’thas slowly rose.

Under Jaina’s feet were icicles that were growing taller and harder than steel.

Kael’thas was suspended in mid-air on a swirling column of fire phoenixes.

When the purple-blue arcane light below reached its peak, the three arcane masters simultaneously stretched out their hands, and arcane energy so strong that it almost turned into a solid shot out around them.

"Go!" Jaina shouted angrily.

"Kill!" Kael’thas burst out with murderous intent.

When the frost and fire magic, which was so huge that it could eclipse an entire group of archmages, gathered together into that overwhelming arcane energy...

A war magic with extremely destructive power was completed.

Frost Fire River!

It does not exist in any list of single-player magic. Even the master Mage would not have the control to pull it off. Only a peak -level warrior could perfectly blend three completely different kinds of magical power together to transform it into the extremely terrifying war magic before one’s eyes.

The yellow, white and blue elements surged like a river, easily overturning all the entities standing in front of the second city wall.

No matter you are an elite soldier of the Burning Legion that roams the universe, or a lord of the abyss that wreaks havoc on the stars, you all must get out of here in front of a powerful move that even the Sun Mage may not be able to unleash.

Even though Azgalor, the Lord of the Abyss, was filled with arrogance, he did not dare to open his arms to take the blow. He had to cross his arms and use his huge heavy sword to block in front of himself.

"Bang——"

With a momentum a hundred times more astonishing than the huge waves crashing against the rocks on the shore, Frostfire River easily wiped out all the guards around Azgalor.

Even the Abyss Lord, whose weight was measured in tons, had to be blasted away a hundred meters along with the first city wall.

The magic circuits of the five Great Masters of the Archmage were empty, but everyone knew from their cloaks fluttering in the wind and their proud faces—

They were so happy!

right!

This is the power of magic!

Hundreds of elite demon guards and liches were wiped out in one blow. As long as Mount Hyjal was ultimately victorious, the five of them would surely leave a strong mark in the history of magic of humans and elves.

"Bastard! Bastard! Bastard! How dare a mere scum like you knock my Lord Azgallor away? Unforgivable!" Azgallor, who had just crawled out of the rubble with his armor still intact, had the word "embarrassed" clearly written all over his body.

Feeling extremely ashamed, he didn’t care and rushed towards the second city wall with all his strength, holding the huge double-headed heavy sword like a high-speed train.

He would use his unimaginable strength for mortals to directly break through the defenses that these little bugs were proud of, and chop them into pieces one by one under his heavy sword!

Suddenly, a khaki figure only half his height stood in front of him.

"Haha! You overestimate your own abilities! Go to hell!" With the shocking impact of running at high speed, Azgallor launched a thrust with his heavy sword.

In his imagination, even if it was a mountain, it would be smashed to pieces by him, as if that short poor creature would definitely be smashed to pieces by a sword.

He——miscalculated!

The wooden totem pole, which was no smaller than his double-headed giant sword, burst out with a green natural brilliance that he could not understand. With the help of the minotaur’s innate divine power, the totem pole and the heavy sword collided like a star collision. The final result was unexpectedly -

Tie!

Cairne Bloodhoof, who was blocking him, staggered back a few times. The solid earth could not withstand this horrible impact, and the powerful hooves kicked out waves of stones.

Azgallor wasn’t having a good time either. He took three steps back with each leg, and finally his four short legs couldn’t bear his exaggerated weight, and he sat down on the ground with a thud.

This is not the end.

Just before he sat down, the furious Lord of the Abyss threw his terrible heavy sword at Cain.

In the distance, Thrall was so frightened that his heart almost broke through his ribs and flew out of his chest.

Cairne, who was still exhausted after enduring the attack, stared with wide eyes, looking in despair at the powerful sword piercing his chest.

There’s no way to avoid it!

Everyone could imagine that in the next moment, the highest-ranking casualty since the coalition began the war would be born.

At this critical moment, a golden sword as wide as a door panel fell from the sky.

Alexandros Mograine leaped and slashed with such magnificence that the Abyss Lord’s heavy sword was knocked off balance a little.

A slight mistake can lead to a huge mistake!

The double-headed giant sword just brushed past Cairne’s neck, cutting off half of Cairne’s mane.

Although Cairne’s neck seemed covered in blood, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that his life was saved.

"here you go!"

Another gorgeous figure leaped high into the air.

The violent scarlet axe drew a most stunning arc, crossed a space of thirty meters, and hit Azgallor’s head in one move.

Against the backdrop of the smoke and dust raised by the fall of the Pit Lord, there is the impressive figure of an orc hero named Grom Hellscream.

"I told you that the Abyss Lord can be defeated with just one axe!"

Pretending to be cool is like the wind and always accompanies me!

Grom’s status is so off the charts that all the heroes who had just covered him and blocked swords for him were immediately eclipsed by him and became mere backdrops.

Yes! Without the protection of the five great wizards, and without Cairne and Mograine holding off the attack of the Abyss Lord, the advancing and unretreating Roar would have no chance to kill anyone instantly.

But the orcs who value the use of force will not look at this. Their eyes will only see who has the sharpest and most fatal move!

All of a sudden, all the orc guards who followed Thrall to the second city wall burst into wild shouts!

"Ohhhh—"

"Hero! Hero! Hero!"

"The first warrior of the Horde - Grom Hellscream!"

After the chaotic roar, there was the unique and uniform roar of the tribal warriors.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Every roar was accompanied by a raised weapon.

The cold light of the axe.

The light of the hammer.

Although there were only a few hundred people cheering, it created the momentum of a thousand people.

The soldiers of the Alliance were also cheering, but unfortunately not as enthusiastically as the Horde. After all, the one who swung the final axe was not the hero of the Alliance!

On the Burning Legion side, the dreadlord Anetheron cursed non-stop: "Waste! Waste! All of them are waste!"

Nothing good has happened to the Burning Legion since they landed.

First, Razzak was inexplicably ambushed by the alliance commander Duke, his head was chopped off, and even his soul was destroyed.

Then, the seemingly powerful giant sandworm Oro was killed by the enemy’s ultimate move.

Next was Azgalor, who was full of vigor but was defeated in just a few moves by those mortal heroes.

The three leader-level guys were all killed in a somewhat nonsensical way.

Glancing at the extremely calm Kaz’roga and Kazak, Anetheron knew that Lord Archimonde would not take the field before confirming that the other side had strong enough warriors. The two demon lords were both Doomsday Guardian type and had special abilities. This time, he had to take the field.

On a bone throne near Anetheron sat five dreadlords, each with a giant bony bat-wing.

Although they are all dreadlords, there are still different levels among them. After the previous leader Tichondrius was killed, Anetheron is now the most popular replacement leader.

He needed a perfect victory to propel him to the position of leader of the Dreadlords.

He suddenly had an idea!

"Humans, elves, and orcs are all of lowly and fragile constitutions. Let the endless army of the Burning Legion crush them."

He had seen too many mortals who resisted fiercely.

But how many mortals can maintain high-intensity combat?

No matter whether they use holy light or swords, as long as they are mortals, they will get tired, get hurt, their vitality and mental strength will be overdrawn, and even die.

By interrogating the souls of the dead on the beach of Azshara and in the camp at the foot of the mountain, we can see that the total number of the three factions’ coalition forces on Mount Hyjal is not large, and will not exceed 200,000 at most.

The number of the Burning Legion is ten times that of the coalition forces!

And most of them are elites!

After a little thought, Anetheron sent out a small number of ice dragons and sent out gargoyles in a fairly sparse density.

It was like the previous tactic where they rushed forward in a rush and were knocked down by the dwarves without even aiming. It was such a loss.

Apparently, Anaseron’s tactic worked.

The Burning Legion Air Force, which was relatively large but not too dense, forced the coalition’s long-range firepower to focus more on the air. Many times, the Alliance had to send out the Griffins to fight against them.

It can be clearly seen that the blood-letting effect on the coalition forces is more obvious.

The same was true for the ground battle. The moderate but continuous attacks made the coalition forces exhausted. Basically, whenever the corpses in front of the wall accumulated to form a large slope, which was enough for the undead army behind to rush up, the wall was breached.

In just three hours, the Burning Legion broke through five layers of the city wall in one go and reached the final seventh wall.

At this time, the tribal army launched an extremely fierce counterattack, with the tribal heroes as the spearhead. Under the cover of artillery fire and elves’ arrows, the coalition army actually fought back from the seventh floor to the first floor in one breath.

What made Anaseron extremely angry was that the coalition forces pushed a large number of fuel barrels and directly set fire to the mountain road. The fierce fire with a temperature of over a thousand degrees made it impossible for many troops except the air force to pass through.

Anetheron once tried to have the liches use frost magic to put out the fire, but the effect was not ideal. Often, just as the fire was put out, more black oil would flow down from the mountain, and the fire would continue to spread along the black oil.

And because of the effect of the solidified magic circle of Mount Hyjal, no matter how fierce the fire was, it would only be within the mountain path and would not spread to the mountain at all.

The fire bought the coalition forces more than three hours.

The second time, thinking that the coalition had run out of black oil, Anetheron ordered the Scourge to launch another fierce attack. As a result, Anetheron was shocked to find that behind the original seven layers of city walls, there were seven more layers.

This time the battle lasted another three hours, and once again it was the Horde that led the counterattack and drove the Scourge back.

After hundreds of dark ghosts used for reconnaissance were killed in a row, Anetheron received a piece of news that drove him crazy - the Alliance was frantically building the city wall along the winding mountain road at a rate of one layer of wall per hour.

That’s right! Our mortal army can’t outlast your Scourge, but I can also delay it!

If we can drag it out for three days, it will be a victory for the coalition forces!

After realizing that the coalition forces didn’t mind stalling for time, Anetheron felt as if he had been slapped multiple times in the face.

No way!

I have to go on stage myself.

"Follow me!" Five dreadlords followed behind Anetheron.

In front of him was a surging army of abominations, as well as a group of Death Knights numbering about a hundred, and hundreds of Hellfires over ten meters tall keeping the order behind them.

Above, a gigantic dragon of death was slowly circling, and thousands of gargoyles were flapping their black wings.

The high-level dreadlord Anetheron is out!

Logically speaking, this lineup should punch Mount Hyjal, step on Azeroth, command the world, and no one dares to disobey.

this...

Who the hell told you, Turalyon, to use Quel’Zaram to cast Meteor Explosion?

And who told you, Mograine, to be so ’cheap’ by using Ashebringer to release lightning?