Chapter 643 Kil'jaeden's Persuasion
Although Charlemagne appeared relatively calm on the surface, in fact, he did not let go of his vigilance at all.
After choking on the fraudster's pretentious introduction, several people had already set up their combat stances. The relatively weaker Elisande and Tyrande seemed more nervous, and the murderous aura emanating from Kil'jaeden Let them feel like thorns on their backs.
The fraudster was interrupted to introduce himself, but now he calmed down and began to observe the opponent he was about to face.
When he saw Azshara, he had a clear smile on his face, "Hehe, it turned out to be Azshara, the queen of the Dark Night Empire. I heard that you just woke up from a ten thousand year sleep. I didn't expect to come so soon." Sent to die."
Azshara clenched her magic staff tightly in her hand, and said with a sneer that refused to admit defeat, "It's not sure who will die. If you come in a full body, I am indeed not your opponent, but now..."
Azshara looked at Kil'jaeden's half-protruded body sarcastically, and laughed "hehe" twice, the meaning was self-evident.
Kil'jaeden frowned, ignored the queen's provocation, and continued to look at the other people present.
"Tyrande Whisperwind, High Priest of the Night Elf, Elisande, Great Magister of Suramar, and Onyxia, the new Guardian of the Earth, Princess Black Dragon, it seems that you have gathered most of the high-end combatants available at this stage. force."
Kil'jaeden showed a sneering smile on his face, "The fact that the Alliance and the Horde are not here makes you feel bad, right? I really want to thank them for their cooperation, which makes my plan a success."
The Deceiver's gaze finally turned to the elf man who had been aiming at him with a longbow, with a meaningful smile on his face.
"It was you who planned and arranged so many people in a short period of time, am I right? The Grand Duke of the High Elves, Charlemagne Theron... Maybe you should be called Kieran Farstrider?"
Kil'jaeden himself is a great expert in manipulating souls, so it's not surprising that he can be recognized from Charlemagne's soul fluctuations.
The corner of Charlemagne's mouth curled into a smile, "Should I say it's an honor to be remembered by the No. 3 figure in the Burning Legion?"
Kil'jaeden twitched the corner of his mouth slightly when he heard the term No. 3, obviously a little unhappy, but he didn't get angry, instead he said to Charlemagne with a smile, "I value your layout and planning ability very much. The Battle of the Ancients Sometimes I underestimated you, and this time I also encouraged those nobles while you were away."
"Judging from the results, the effect is good, isn't it? The Sun King of Quel'Thalas should be having a hard time right now?"
Kil'jaeden said playfully, "I will give you a chance to join the Burning Legion, and I will give you a status no lower than the twins of Mannoroth and Eredar."
The anger on Charlemagne's face flashed away, and then he regained his composure and said with a smile, "Sorry, I'm not interested in the Burning Legion at all."
"In addition, thanks to you, the Prophet Velen is doing his best to take care of His Majesty Kael'thas. I heard that he has been disheveled and has been blessing His Majesty with the Holy Light for several days."
Charlemagne's taunt obviously hit Kil'jaeden's sore spot, and the fraudster finally yelled furiously, "Vaylon! That hypocritical coward! Don't you still dare to face me this time? I will definitely let him Pay the price for your betrayal!"
The fleshy wings on Kil'jaeden's back spread out, his hands were already shining with powerful evil light, and he was obviously in a fighting state. He looked at the people below with a smirk and said, "As for you, I will not kill you!" , I wonder how long you can last under the torture of the Witch Council?"
Charlemagne took the lead in shooting an arrow of order that had been brewing for a long time at the huge head of the Deceiver. When Kil'jaeden cast a spell to shoot down the arrow, he ordered loudly, "Start the attack according to the original plan!"
"yes!"
Onyxia shouted softly while rushing forward, "Leave it to me, master!"
When Kil'jaeden was confronting the high-quality arrows shot by Queen Azshara and Charlemagne, Onyxia had already arrived at the Sunwell, and her fists covered with a lot of earth elements hit the ground forcefully. On the powerful fel shield on the surface of Kil'jaeden's body.
At the same time, Tyrande also closed his eyes and prayed for Elune, the moon god, to provide various boosts to the fighters, while Elisande concentrated on using time magic to provide assistance to the three main combat forces.
The main role of the two of them in this battle is various support. In terms of attack, they can't break through Kil'jaeden's shield protection at all. After all, the attack strength is a whole realm behind.
If it is against ordinary demigod-level enemies, Tyrande's divine attack might be effective, but the Deceiver, a monster that has reached the peak of demigod, is obviously not among them, and even Elune himself, who has never appeared before, can come smoothly Take Kil'jaeden is still two words.
Even if the fraudster can't beat Elune, he can still run away. He and Archimonde have already touched the threshold of the true **** level. As long as Sargeras gives a little guidance, they may be able to break through smoothly. There is no gap between him and the true god. As big as imagined.
However, Sargeras may have always been on guard against the two of them. For tens of thousands of years, they have not let them take that last step. growing dissatisfied.
It is precisely because of this that Archimonde was ordered by Sargeras to destroy the world tree Nordrassil, and when he summoned his body with the water of the eternal well below, he behaved in a way that was obsequious. The polluter wanted to rely on absorbing the world tree The power allows oneself to break through to the true **** level.
It's a pity that the magic power is not as good as the number of days. Probably Sargeras himself did not expect that Archimonde would be planted in Azeroth, which has not yet recovered from the demigod. However, he himself could not get away because of the corrupted Titan's soul, so he could only let Kilga Dan continues to figure out how to get things done in Azeroth.
After the battle, Kil'jaeden quickly summoned several green portals in the vast hall of the Sunwell.
Since he was unable to fully enter Azeroth, he simply used the energy supply from the Sunwell to summon demons, and a large number of demon guards, destroyers, and abyss lords stepped out of the portal one after another.
Charlemagne immediately shifted his target, and almost drew an afterimage on Thoridar's bowstring. A large number of arrows burst out in a short period of time, and greeted these demons who had just stepped into Azeroth's foothold one by one. .
"You continue at your own pace, and I will deal with these demons!"
Charlemagne held a bow and began to walk quickly in the hall. These mass-produced demons could not cause any harm to him. As long as he cleared a portal, he would immediately shoot an arrow of order to the opposite door. The portal quickly Just crash from the opposite side.
"Tiger legs!"
When he shot forward with his hands, he was surrounded by other demons from behind. Charlemagne turned around and kicked his improved tiger palm to kick the six-handed destroyer behind him away.
Kil'jaeden still had time to continue to increase the number of portals when he was fighting spells with Queen Azshara and resisting Onyxia's attack. Charlemagne.
"Duke Theron, although you have worked hard, you can't defeat me with this manpower alone. Surrender and join the Burning Legion. The conditions I just made are still valid."
Charlemagne jumped high, stood upside down in the air and shot down a rain of arrows like a cloud. After landing steadily, he smiled contemptuously, "Oh... that's not necessarily true, you think I won't make any preparations. Come face to face with you?"
"Wind, fire, thunder and lightning!"
(end of this chapter)