There was a dull "bang".

A hatred that was rushing towards the defense line of the northern legion was suddenly smashed to the ground by a "black shadow" falling from above his head.

The unlucky hatred let out a roar, constantly shaking its body that had been stomped on half of its shoulders, trying to throw the shadow down.

But the next second, the hatred and anger roar came to an abrupt end.

A battle blade with a strong elf style had pierced his head.

The long sword covered with blood and brains was drawn from the hated head. Before the ghouls around him reacted, the "black shadow" had already stood up from the half-squat posture and slashed the sharp blade in his hand like a sword...

With a simple whirlwind slash, the tall and burly "black shadow" was cleared into a small blank space. A walking corpse, even the deathly howling was not left, and it was cut off by one or two.

He raised his head, "Black Shadow" used the superior altitude to scan the battlefield to identify the direction of the "target" and no longer delayed. He then bent his knees and exerted force, and once again leaped into the air, "slamming" the head of a crypt demon who was more than ten yards away.

In the endless sea of ​​undead, such a small episode is as inconspicuous as a sudden wave. Even a blank space of five or six yards was not used for even a breath of effort, and it was once again filled with the bodies of the walking dead...

This "black shadow" who was like a "small King Kong", rushing around the corpse of the undead natural disaster was no one else. It was the old Tang who went down the roof to "chasing" the big bat of Banazar.

...

However, after three or five leaps, Old Tang had already chased behind the "prey".

He held the Lordaeron's armored shield seized from Jiadama in one hand, and the Xin Duolei Battle Blade as a backup weapon in the other hand. Old Tang quipped the big bats not far away in front of him, desperately squeezing away the walking corpses around him in a panic, while sweeping away or killing the undead natural disasters that were rushing towards him without knowing how to die.

He was walking in his back garden, walking slowly, hanging about ten yards behind Banazar like a leisurely stroll.

Ten yards.

For Old Tang, it's just a charge distance.

Banazar, who lost a pair of wings as a supporter, had all the trump cards... was destined to be unable to escape the gifts prepared by Lao Tang for him...

There is no doubt that the big bat is in a very miserable situation now.

Her Majesty's explosion shooting is accurate and fierce.

The Fearing Demon King's bat wings that were more than gold and iron were blown up and bloody under the two arrows. They were broken. The left wings were broken, leaving only a piece of pale bone stubble about an inch long.

Although the collision damage caused by falling from a height of 20 to 30 yards is not fatal to a fearful demon king, the impact caused by the collision with the ground has once again deteriorated and cracked the wound on Banazar's body. The big bouquet splattered out with corrosive blood, even corroding many walking corpses into residues on the ground.

In contrast, Lao Tang's full shots looked strong enough, but in the end it could only make the big bat look a little...shamed?

But what really makes Banazar not very easy is the "meeting gift" given to the big bat by Moglani!

The Ashes Messenger is a divine weapon containing the power of the surging holy light, which has a great effect on the evil energy and body of the demon.

And when this magic sword is in the hands of Old Moglani, one of the top paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hands, it is definitely not as simple as "1+1=2"!

Sharp, sacred, invincible...

The sword blade and body were instantly left with a ferocious sword invasion by the ashes on the chest and abdomen of the big bat. A large amount of sacred energy remained in the sword.

For many mortal races, the holy light may be a beneficial energy that can promote the recovery of injuries and the recovery of the body. However, for the demons who are full of evil powers, they are not hesitant to pour a bucket of sulfuric acid on the wound...

If it were normal, the seemingly terrifying wound would not be a big deal for the Fear Demon King. You can recover in a moment.

But now the Holy Light and the Fel Energy repeatedly strangled and fought for the wound near Banazar's wound, which made the already deep and long wound unable to heal for a long time. Now, coupled with the shock of falling from mid-air, the gap more than half a meter long was even more bloody...

The fearful demon king who seemed to be in desperate situation seemed to have not even had the idea of ​​turning around and fighting, and he fled in a hurry!

However, being turned over by the enemy at the last moment, escaping from the sky, etc., has always been abolished and tried hard to avoid it.

Now looking at Banazar, who was severely injured in front of him, Old Tang decided to fight quickly!

He kicked over a bloody mouth and bit the hellhound on his waist. Old Tang found a unique metal bracelet from his waist bag and tied it on his belt. Old Tang, who held up the shield in the next second, was like a tank that was driving at full speed, and rushed over the walking corpses who blocked Old Tang and the big bat. He relied on his perverted power to kill Banazar!

A shield slapped a demon that pierced his crypt like a sharp spear and stabbed his crypt. Old Tang then wanted to inject huge force into his legs and stomped on the ground!

In an instant, bursts of violent shock waves were heard, and the center of the old Tang suddenly spread outward, splashing out sand and countless stones. Within dozens of yards, all the demons, including the big bat, Banazar, fell into a coma or dizzy state...

The war trampled on, and it was exerted from Lao Tang's feet, and its power was not stingy with a small earthquake!

He flew up and put it on the butt of the big bat. Old Tang then stepped forward and firmly stepped on the blood hole left at the base of Banazar's wings that had fallen to the ground.

The severe pain made the Demon King wake up from his dizzy state in advance, but Banazar's howling stopped before it lasted for a long time.

Because the tip of Xin Duolei's battle blade had already stopped on the back of the big bat's neck!

"It's over. Big Bat!"

He stepped on Banazar's wound under his feet, holding the sword in his hand that could take his "life" at any time, Old Tang spoke in a calm tone with a hint of complacent voice;

"From now on...you are mine!"

Lao Tang plagiarized his own mother's lines, which sounded a bit "ambiguous" and it was easy to remind people of some bad habits, but it sounded like Banazar's ears shocked him all over!

"You won't kill me?"

He tried his best to hide his shock and confusion. The big bat, who is skilled in acting, had a look of "ecstasy" and "surprise" on his face.

[Just, can the Golden Horse Actor be better than the Best Actor in the Oscar? Acting with Ge Biao... You are a little more tender!]

Lao Tang, who had already known that Banazar's calculations according to law, would naturally not be confused by the expression of the big bat. While complaining in his heart, Lao Tang also started his own performance!

"Aren't you big bats all cherishing your life?" Old Tang's "honest" face was filled with confusion and surprise at this moment. Then he asked with a mocking look on his face: "Why? You just want to die so much?"

"No! No! But... I'm a devil!"

Even the smart Banazar was choked by these two rhetorical questions from Lao Tang. It took him a long time to explain a bad reason.

"What's wrong with the demon? I still have a Doomsday Guard mount!" He curled his lips disdainfully, and Lao Tang replied impatiently with a sarcastic expression: "Don't talk so much nonsense! From today on, I will spare your life!"

Looking at Banazar, who looked surprised and hesitant on the surface, but was actually probably secretly calculating the pros and cons, Lao Tang decided to add another fire!

"You should know Xina!" Old Tang pointed to Her Majesty, who was standing quietly on the city tower, looked down at the big bat's eyes, and said word by word:

"She is my woman! Ahem, well...at least it will be in the future!"

"That big bat called Varimasas has already been loyal to Shina... so I am also planning to accept a Demon King of Fear as a staff member like her. After all, you big bats are still very talented in calculating people..."

Winding and hiding, Lao Tang is now like a fool who is blinded by love, blindly looking at the goddess, looking for common ground...

Banazar's eyes flashed. He was thinking about whether to change his plan with the flow.

His previous plan to possess the remaining human seniors of Lordaeron was not sure, but he also had to take a lot of risks. If he could deceive the trust of this stupid tauren commander, and cooperate with Varimasas's actions from within... it seemed like a good choice!

"Enjoy allegiance to you!"

After thinking for a while, Banazar, who thought the success rate of the new plan was higher, put on a hesitant and entangled look. He expressed his reluctance and said:

"Owner!"

The big bat that struggled to get up from Old Tang's feet lowered his head deeply to cover the treacherous gaze that flashed in his eyes. But he thought he was fooling around, but he couldn't notice the jokes and mockery that flashed through Old Tang's slightly narrowed eyes!

【Don't kill you?】

【I really won’t kill you!】

Looking at the big bat's fake surrender, Lao Tang sneered in his heart:

[Because, we will leave you to "professional" people to deal with...]

*******

"Hello, Alsace."

He is tall, has a thorny muscle, and has sheep's hooves on the snow. The "Demon King of Fear" who is about to pass by has huge horns on his head and a smile on his lips.

His eyes were covered with a ragged black eye mask, and two green lights were shining in the eyes. His voice became gloomy and low. His skin, which was as light as purple as lavender, was engraved with tattoos and magic patterns.

And that familiar face finally made Arthas realize who the guy he mistakenly thought was the "Demon King of Fear" in front of him!

"You look very different, Illidan."

Looking at the opponent who had once met once, now... Arthas immediately understood what was going on! Or, this is why Illidan became so powerful.

"I guess the taste of Gul'dan's Skull is a bit out of your taste!"

Illidan raised his horned head and let out a gloomy and loud laugh. "On the contrary, I have never felt so good. To some extent, I have to thank you for today. Alsace."

"Then let's get out of here."

Arthas's voice suddenly became cold and no longer had any wit.

"The Frozen Throne belongs to me, the Demon. Let me scatter and never come back if I am far away, otherwise I will definitely be waiting for you here."

"We each have their own masters, boy."

With both hands stretched out, two warns, who were flying by themselves under the control of the demon's power, were killed by the walking corpse, suddenly turned back and appeared in the hands of the demon hunter.

"I was entrusted to destroy the frozen throne. So it seems we can't all be happy."

While answering, Illidan raised the weapon that had fought with Arthas. He held the middle of the weapon with his strong hands with sharp black nails, dancing back and forth in seemingly careless and elegant movements.

This action slightly shakes Arthas' confidence.

He had just fought with Kelthas. If the cowardly elf hadn't teleported and escaped at the last moment, Althas would have been the winner.

But the key thing now is... that battle also consumed his energy, and Illidan's movements seemed to show no sign of fatigue!

Illidan also noticed the opponent's embarrassment, so his grim laughter became even more rampant!

The Demon Hunter deliberately played a few more fancy tricks to show off how amazingly skillful this unusual magic blade was played in his hands.
To be continued...