In the roar of thousands of tsunamis, a dark red demon god with black twisted horns on his head, copper head and iron forehead, ears and halberds, and dark red demon gods with black twisted magic patterns appeared in this world with surging blood shadows and demon souls. The Blood Sea of ​​Styx almost instantly submerged the earth of nearly a hundred square kilometers.

The appearance of a figure as huge as a mountain range, covered with pale flames, elevates the elemental frenzy and natural disasters to the extreme, almost shattering the continent, rolling and cracking strata, and the surging sea tide that is almost compatible with the clouds of the sky, directly announces the arrival of doomsday.

The figure of Snake Demon Queen Shaqira also became extremely huge at this moment. In the crazy spread of fragrant and sweet pink poisonous aura and hot and hot high temperature, the eight-armed snake demon announced to the world what is ultimate beauty, grace and majesty.

The appearance of the three demon princes also represents the countdown of the destruction of Azeroth. The law of order collapsed and collapsed step by step. The chaos and filth from the bottomless abyss gradually eroded and occupied the world. The brown star spots that seemed dark because of the spread of disasters now appear to be dark purple. Looking down from the entire plane from the universe, although the originally magnificent light in it looked more and more dazzling because of the black and purple contrast, it was so beautiful that it made people feel palpitations and uneasy.

This comes from the projection of evil and distortion of the multiverse, which represents the same greed hidden behind wealth, beauty, power and power. It is extremely tempting but so dangerous, just like depravity and indulgence destroying moral ethics step by step, thus sinking into chaos and evil.

"Hahahahahahahahaha, let yourself be completely released from the false order. This most true self is the posture that this world should take!"

The crazy laughter and roar sound from the dark red demon's mouth completely transcended the barrier of space, and it directly sounded in the hearts of the endless creatures in the Azeroth world.

What is a drug? It is mental paralysis and distortion, which makes people feel like they have lost their weight in an instant, and they are completely immersed in the false freedom and beauty. The blasphemy and the filthy demon sound from the abyss are like the most terrifying spiritual drugs, spreading freely in those panicked and uneasy minds.

For any life, the most fundamental reason is that pursuit of satisfaction. Whether it is the constraints of morality and law, or the so-called etiquette, they are all boundless of the self, but shackles from the outside world. From this point of view, after temporarily breaking free from thinking and reason, they can really temporarily realize the freedom of the self, without any restraints and the purest freedom.

Knowing that drug use will only ruin oneself, he still flies to the fire, knowing that gambling may lose money, he is still stubborn, although he has the pursuit of so-called pleasure, the greed for getting rich overnight, and the unscrupulousness of completely breaking away from the constraints of worldly concepts and dogmas. This is not only because of instinct and **, but also because of his id's desire for freedom.

However, if we look at it from a complete perspective, this kind of rational bondage is the foundation for maintaining the** thinking of living beings. This freedom will inevitably lead to the gradual loss of thinking and judgment, and everything produced by personality. When pure and absolute freedom is truly obtained, it is the moment of self-destruction and destruction.

If the country is destroyed, food shortage, living environment is extremely harsh, or faces a strong enemy and is forced to the brink of destruction by danger from foreign enemies, then they rely on faith and persistence, fight through perseverance and courage, win a glimmer of life through their own efforts, and rebuild their homes, but now Azeroth makes them see no hope at all.

With the echo of the sacrilegious words, filth and evil have completely enveloped the sky. Even if you can see through the layers of dark clouds, there is only the heart-pounding dark red, the revival of the undead, the reappearance of insects, the awakening of ancient elements, the disasters from the sky and the earth

Lordaeron, the Paladin who once represented glory, has now lost his bright and beautiful armor. His resolute face looks so numb. The blood-stained great sword repeated the cutting movements, trying to cut more carrion from a bone. The dwarf warriors' bravery has disappeared completely. The neatly combed beards are so messy and dirty, and they hide from the heat of the dark sun and the cold of the darkness in the cave.

And the trolls of Kalimdor, the overlord who once dominated the world, hurriedly avoided the attacks of hunters like mice, and sometimes they had to rely on the flesh of the same tribe to satisfy their hunger.

The helplessness, confusion and fear in the muddy and dim eyes, the desperate hearts became numb in the filthy and evil twists of the blasphemous words. They no longer thought about the reconstruction of their homeland, the courage and glory, and even the continuation of racial life, but they just longed to find comfort and beauty in this pure freedom...

Perhaps the consciousness of a single living being is so small and insignificant that it cannot have any substantial impact on the world, but such a huge number gathering makes this consciousness and emotion become the last straw that overwhelms the camel.

The last maintained order in the Azeroth plane broke down under the guidance of this negative emotion. As the plane fluctuations like ripples appeared, black and purple nebula marks began to sink like a giant cruise ship on the sea. The deep, obscure but extremely huge plane vortex gradually swallowed and covered the plane bit by bit.

No one will know what will happen on the sea when a 10,000-ton cruise ship is about to sink. Not to mention those small sampans and speedboats, even if the fishing ships in the far sea are not far enough, they cannot escape the swallowing of the vortex. The same is true in front of us, but what is sinking now is not the cruise ship, but the entire Azeroth plane.

The terrifying suction from the bottomless abyss directly causes the plane to be transmitted in the universe to millions of kilometers away. At the intersection of space turbulence and cracks, an extremely terrifying plane vortex has formed.

Although the current emerald dream is not much inferior on the surface, like the reflection of the Azeroth world, as a rootless duckweed, how could this space that is extremely thin can compete with Azeroth and the bottomless abyss, the behemoth. Straws of emerald green like rainbow fog are constantly peeled off and swallowed up.........

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