Originally, rubble and dust like huge waves had swept the heaven and earth, and turned into a gray haze at the communication between the blood-red and blue sky. The people standing on the ground were completely covered by light and vision. Then, immediately afterwards, in the gray waves that covered the sky, the roar passed through the boiling waves of dust, crossed the constraints of space and distance, and completely resounded between heaven and earth.

What a vast roar, like a sharp east wind, but at first glance it sounds like the roar of a collapse of a mountain. Even if hundreds of bronze bells ring together, it is impossible to create such a courage. The rolling thunders launched from outside the sky tear open the sky, smash it directly into the ground, and then lift up the land and mountains... If something happens, and then expand the sound by a hundred times, maybe it is such a roar.

At that moment, the mortals standing on the ground would feel the end of the world and the collapse of the world. Even if they tried their best, they could only resist and kneel down without trembling, barely allowing fear to directly seize their minds. Some people would even feel that the huge waves of sand and gravel that collide from the earth and the huge shadows that cover the sky were clearly created by the roar.

Even though they were so far away, even if Lu Xi and Jifeng were already extraordinary people who could face the true god directly in the legend, and were still on defense, they still felt that the sound turned into a storm, blowing their faces and ears hurt.

As for the bloodthirsty king in the sky, the three demon dragons, they directly suffered the power of the roar condensed by the roar. However, they saw waves and ripples on the lake surface appearing in the void, spreading one after another, as if a huge rock was thrown into the originally calm water surface, and it would no longer be as peaceful as before. Each ripples seemed to be filled with endless spatial shocks and air turbulences as sharp as a sword blade. Even if ordinary people just approached, they would probably be completely torn to pieces in an instant.

Then, the ripples in the space were bombarded round after round, completely bombarded the three demon dragons. The moment the wave and thick dragon scales touched, it seemed that the demon dragon's body had a subtle deformation, as if a heavy hammer had been hit on the iron block continuously. The trembling sound of impact "clang" exploded, which made people dizzy. The bloodthirsty king lost his balance in the air on the spot, like a big bird hit by a projectile. He quickly pounced on his wings and tried to resume his flight. However, the continuous blows he had suffered before finally existed, and his entire body seemed to be filled with lead blocks, and for a moment he seemed extremely clumsy.

"This kind of roar power, this kind of roar power that can even interfere with the actions of the true god, is actually a real ancient species! But... it is impossible, you have become extinct! Your destiny is over."

"However, there is no Bemon's extinction, and the ancient Bemon's did not die." Lu Xi smiled and said, "You think you have destroyed this golden bloodline and taken away their fate. Is this really the case? You may have devoured a little bit of the life force of the dead Bemons, but in terms of the realm and rules of the divine nature, are there any improvements and progress? Do you really have no idea at all?"

Pakens did not answer, so Lu Xi of course automatically made him think of the idiom.

"You don't want to answer, are you? Because you worked hard and paid so much money to destroy the remaining behemoth, but you didn't get the ideal reward, right? You don't want to admit your mistakes, because you are a god, isn't that the case?" Lu Xi said.

The bloodthirsty king whispered, and the urge to kill and bloodthirsty urged into anger in his chest, gradually devouring his reason. What anger was that, it actually ignited his chest. The pain of the burning flames made the gods unable to bear it, they wanted to vent, want to rage, want to...uh, wait, the severe pain of tearing and burning is real! It's not an adjective.

At some point, the roar of Muro thunder was hanging on Pakens. Compared with the huge bodies of the three demon dragons, he was indeed as small as an ant. However, this "anti" and this "anti" who originally thought it had died opened its own insect mouth and hurt itself frantically.

The pale demon flame penetrated into the demon dragon's wound, and directly ignited the bloodthirsty king's muscles and blood vessels under the pitch-black scales. In the cracks of the scale armor that were a little darker than the deepest night, a cold pale light flashed in it. It was clearly a burning flame, but it was flowing in the body of the demon god like a river... No, it should not be a river, but a mountain torrent. Wherever the burning flame flood flowed, even the muscles belonging to the body of the god turned into nothingness under the action of the cold flame, as if they fell into chaos in an instant.

"Ant! Despicable ants!" The anger shown by the bloodthirsty king at this moment was far beyond the time when he was attacked by Bemon. His obsession with survival was so strong that he could turn to escape without hesitation in front of a strong enemy, ignore the opponent's insults and ridicule of him, and even temporarily throw the pain of his injuries behind him. However, after all, he is a true god. He cannot tolerate himself being hurt by his former "people", or being regarded as an ants and cannon fodder again and again.

More importantly, when these ants attacked themselves, they showed such determination and even crazy spirit. They seemed to block everything, their own destiny, and the future of their tribe at this moment.

The bloodthirsty king is really angry.

I will reap the power of faith from you, and as the patron saint of your tribe, I will share my destiny with you. Haven’t you all had a very pleasant experience of cooperation? Why do you hate me so much! You ungrateful ants!

However, the Bloodthirsty King is really out of fear.

When the younger brothers shouted and killed him like this, he really felt that he was actually quite a failure in his dear; more importantly, when he looked at the orc, he suddenly shivered... He thought of that era, when countless mortals were holding up their banners and rebelling against the great and immortal lord he had been regarded as an immortal lord. It was such a magnificent but sad era!

Yes, I remembered it. Pakens said to himself. He finally remembered when he had seen that look. The Titan King also showed such look when he was fighting against his lord, the god of tyranny and slavery, Ragbar.

The Titan King was so powerful. Although he was not an immortal god, he was also used for powerful strength and realm that could fight against the true god. However, the legendary power was only used by the standards of "mortals". In front of Ragbar, who was known as one of the three great demon kings, he still had no chance of victory.

However, with a smile, he showed that look, took out the Eye of Iosus, raised it high in the Kingdom of God in Ragbar, and it seemed as if a sun was raised. His eyes were full of remembrance, determination, relief, and the fear of all the witnesses at that time... hope!

Hope! Do you think that only if I am gone, orcs and Orgrimmar have so-called hope? One of the three demon dragons took off their heads slightly, and they looked at the old orc sword saint on their chest, and asked such a question with their eyes.

"The future of Orgrimmar? Ahha, this big thing is not known to us, a martial artist who only has brute force. I, it was just that you were unhappy for a long time. My strength was all developed by myself and had nothing to do with you. Why should I bow to you? I really don't know what the future will be, but without you, it will definitely not be worse than now." The old sword saint laughed, revealing a mouthful of browned teeth, but blood was seeping in it. However, his smile was more cheerful and brighter than ever before.

The divine power flowed, and a loud noise like a sea tide, gushed out on the body of the demon dragon. In an instant, it covered the pale flame inside his wound, completely wrapping the roar of Muro directly inside it. The power of the bloodthirsty king seemed to turn into a poisonous mist that could corrupt bones and corrode souls. The body of the old sword saint was like a sugar product thrown into boiling water, and quickly melted. His own vitality had been completely cut off before this.

"The last sword saint of the orcs ended in this way!" Lu Xi sighed faintly. He sighed for the life of the old sword saint who deserves to be at the age of a grandchild, and also for his existence.

However, the abyss demon sword was still firmly pierced on the chest of the three demon dragons, and was not affected by divine power at all.

At this time, the Bloodthirsty King might have understood what the concept of "maggots of the tars" is. However, before he pulled down the weapon inserted into his chest, the real master finally arrived. But he only saw a figure jumping out of the haze formed by the gray rubble stone, and it was like a meteorite falling, and then it rushed towards Pakens in a steady state. The falling speed was too fast. In just a blink of an eye, the small black dot that appeared from the horizon had already revealed its complete form in everyone's sight.

The snow-white behemoth beast was covered with snow-white bodies. Its fur seemed to be completely unaffected by the rolling smoke and dust. The hair was still shiny, as if it was snow reflecting under the sun. His size did not look huge, but it was actually compared to the three magic dragons that were over 100 meters long. But in fact, according to the proportion, this animal that could stand upright, roar, move, and leaps like a large ape. In fact, it is also a giant creature with a height of at least 30 meters.

Now, this super-large "Ape" has waved its long arms and giant palms that can break mountains and crack stones, and has unfolded those sharp claws, like a sharp razor that has been several meters field, leaping... or in other words, it just happened to "land" in front of the three demon dragons.

Indeed, Bemon can't fly, but if he reaches the ancient species, his physical function cannot be described as common sense. Although these guys are as big as a mountain, they can bounce up hundreds of meters in one leap, and they can jump several kilometers away. We all know that when objects weighing more than 100 tons pass the parabola in this way, their kinetic energy and destructive power will be increased to... Of course, Bemon itself can use spell-like abilities to allow himself to obtain a floating state like a feather fall technique at the moment of landing, and land calmly in a stable posture. But in the same way, they can also smash large deep pits with a radius of hundreds or thousands of meters on the ground without changing their faces, creating a landform environment that seems to have been washed by mushroom eggs, and then climb out of the pit as if nothing had happened and continue to move forward.

In past history, there have been examples of Bemon using his body as a shell and directly leveling hostile cities and fortresses on the spot.

Now, such an ancient behemothed, who had been furious for tens of thousands of years, turned his body into a shell and blasted towards the bloodthirsty king.

Pakens had almost no time to react, and had hit him directly to the body of convenience.

It is hard to be sure whether the dignified true god broke his bones and tendons at this moment. However, the vibration sounds that sounded at that moment seemed to be no less than the scene of the earth colliding just now. At least the controversy and tremors rippling in the air have even formed round after round of shock wave forms.

The three-headed demon dragon finally lost its balance. He felt like he was being knocked out of breath, and his wings drooped down, and he could no longer maintain his body's air. He fell into the ground on the spot, and the magic sword was still inserted into his chest.

Of course this is not the end. At the same moment, another Bemoan, who was also snow-white in color, was already standing on the ground, and watching the black dragon falling down at the ground. It focused and made a move that was ready to rush up to grapple at any time.

This ancient Behemoth was so serious and selfless that he seemed to have not noticed the two whispering humans not far from him.

"So, this is your trump card?" Jifeng looked at the snow-white giant beast in amazement. His curious but unsuspecting look was not so much a superb person with extraordinary power in the golden bloodline, but rather a rare animal that should have been extinct.

"Men can't say trump cards, but it's indeed one of the cards I've prepared." Lu Xi said.

"It seems that you have lived a fulfilling life during this period when I am away!" said Qifeng.

"No, this is just a coincidence." Lu Xi expressed a little humility with an insincere attitude, and then said: "Then, let me leave it to Miss Angel and these two big guys for the time being. We... hey, Khan over there, where do you want to go? Our matter has not been resolved yet."
Chapter completed!