Chapter 1198: 43. The Great Decisive Battle. At dawn

For some reason, a large number of users suddenly cannot open the web page to access this site today. Please book friends to remember the domain name EbookFREE.me (the first letter of literature + org dot com, EbookFREE.me) to find the way home!
The demon retreated.
In the whole world of Azeroth, all demons are defeated.
The reason why these chaotic creatures can continue to fight under the terrible casualties is because their gods are watching them. The breath of the dark Titan is like the most terrifying god’s will. As long as the breath is still there, the demons dare not have it. Slightly weak.
In the Burning Legion, the dark Titan Sargeras is not a benevolent commander. He hates failure, and the defeater may end in the legion, which will make the wild devil feel fear.
But now, Sargeras' breath disappeared.
The gods of the demons left this star field he vowed to destroy, which means...
The invincible dark Titan has failed!
It lost!
Even the gods have lost...
How does this horrible result prevent the demons from feeling the fear from the bottom of their hearts?
The golden sunlight pierced the night of Azeroth like an arrow. In the warm light shining, on the land of Pandaria, the old Chen with black guards and monks chasing the retreating demons on the land of the Valley of the Four Winds.
The monks cheered loudly. They chased the sea of ​​demons who lost their helmets and abandoned their armor, and overthrew demons who could not even return their heads. They arbitrarily vent their inner ecstasy and pride. Even the low-key farmer farmers on weekdays, the pandaren farmers, and the slippery hawks all ride their domesticated goats, wield shovel hoe, and follow the martial arts. The monks chased them to the north.
Everyone shouted in the sunshine, they repelled the end! They won!
Above the sky, the pandaren knights of the Cloud Serpent Knights looked at the earth, and the rolling black tide formed by demons was like a receding tide, gathering back from all directions back to where they came.
The gates of the legions standing beneath the dragon ridge and the gates of destruction burning with flames brought terrible despair when the war started. But now, they are a symbol of the end of despair.
The wild who was just resurrected, the leader of the monkeys, the beautiful monkey king, this powerful 狲 stretched out his own strength. It became tall like a giant. In a joyous cheer, the Monkey King raised his fighting stick like a collapsed mountain, and smashed fiercely to the tide of demons under the dragon's ridge, completely destroying the door of the burning legion. Destroying, beating the demons crying and crying.
"Win! Win!"
This huge 狲狲 unhappily scratched his head and scratched his head, it even danced happily, which caused the panda people in the Valley of the Four Winds to laugh, and at the back, above the middle of the mountain, the song of Galod. The steady elf commander also flew himself in the ecstasy of his heart at this moment. He was like those young people, like the optimistic panda people, drinking vigorously and congratulating everyone on his victory. .
The whole Valley of the Four Winds, the whole Pandaria, and even the whole world are ringing with cheers.
In the center of the endless sea, on the isolated island of Azsuna, in the demonic court of Faronal, a special ceremony of surrender is also taking place.
"Snapped"
A whip made of a demon skull dropped on the ground, and Ms. Erida, the high-level demon, Ms. Fuslax waved lazily. The worm whisperer standing beside her, flatteringly picked up the bone whip dropped by the lady, and gave her hands to her lord.
And this arrogant demon queen looked at the high-level demons in front of her with disdain. Her identity at this time is to represent the demon star sea empire jointly established by the demon of Eredar and the devil of Nasrezim. Ambassador of Azeroth. She grunted indifferently, while playing with her nails, and said:
"You suffered a big defeat in Azeroth, and the Dark Titan also lost. You need to understand your situation. You are the loser of the Burning Legion..."
Admiral Foslax rolled her eyes, and she said again:
"And we got the news that the Burning Crusade has completely failed. Your Excellency Sargeras has decided to abandon this wrong plan, that is to say, you have nowhere to go, the entire Azeroth is chasing you!"
"And in this world, the only one capable of sheltering you is our demon empire. But our devil empire is not the same as the Burning Legion. We are not all cats and dogs."
The words of Voslax tremble the high-level demons standing in front of her.
Although in terms of strength, Fuslax is certainly not an opponent of these high-level demons, but the current situation is very dangerous. Azeroth’s Titan and Death have returned, and the demons may not fear those mortals. But in the face of Titan and Reaper, they continue to resist, and there is only one way to die.
The demons are also life, and they want to beg for life before death.
"How about this."
Foslax flicked her fingers, and the Eredar demon was not ashamed of the betrayal. She thought deeply for a moment, and then proudly said:
"Prove your sincerity first."
"I will propose a truce to the various forces of Azeroth in the name of the demon empire, but you! Listen, this is your last chance. Within a week, you will put all the big stocks in this world. The demons are gathered together, and the world over Nasresa is transformed, but it requires a lot of labor."
"how about it?"
Voslax sat upright, like a real demon queen, and she asked with cold face:
"Do you agree?"
The high-level demons under the demon king's court look at me, I look at you, but in the end, no one dares to object. The burning expedition is coming to an end, and the Dark Titan does not pay much attention to the demons. The decline of the Burning Legion is already doomed.
They must find a good home for themselves.

"we won!"
Alsace, who had just come out of the cemetery, heard the cheers from the burning city. In the sky above him, the winged demons hurried out of the battlefield, the Griffon Knight and the German The Ruies were chasing them, sporadic gunfire sounded in the city, and in front of Alsace, the golden sunlight dispelled the darkness like a waterfall, giving him a sense of relief.
The war is over...
The Grand Duke raised his hand subconsciously and gave a loud cry. There was no place for joy in his heart, so at the next moment, he turned around, and under the emotion of his heart, he hugged his wife and kissed their lips in the unpredictable sluggishness of Archmage Jaina. Together.
Beside them, the surviving soldiers after the hard fight also cheered continuously around their commanders, with goodwill laughter and whistle.
Jaina blushed, but in the face of the hard-won victory, no matter how much she vented.
In the rumbling sound, the emperor's car, the Skyfire, was seriously damaged, but the airship barely able to fly rushed into the sky. Varian, who had changed his armor, leaned on the War Destroyer. His blood-stained face was full of smiles, and he kept waving to the people below. The people also shouted the emperor's name, and waved the broken battle flag in their hands. The mages used the final magic power to spray the magical fireworks representing victory in the sky of Baita City Port.
City... The city is almost ruined, and there is no more glory and majesty. But as long as people are still there, there is still hope for everything.
Varian landed in front of the Holy Light Cathedral, whose half of the dome had been bombarded, where the black-grey Holy Light Pope Chaldee greeted him.
At the moment when Varian fell, a red figure rushed into his arms, and Valie hugged her husband tightly, before seeing Varian rushing towards the sky-falling Gregory Sword At that moment, she thought that she would lose him forever.
"It's okay! Don't cry, it's okay."
Varian comforted his wife, he said softly:
"Everything is fine!"
Valila sniffed her nose, wiped her tears, smiled at Varian, and then turned sideways. In Varian's gaze, a long white dress came into his eyes. Under the sun, Queen Tiffany wearing a white dress and holding an umbrella was right in front of him. In the blood-red eyes of the queen, there is also a touch of worry and joy that cannot be concealed.
Varian walked forward a few steps subconsciously. He reached out and hugged his queen. The two looked at each other, full of intoxicating tenderness.
Behind them, Valila stood slightly in pity, she knew that she could never have all of Varian. In the emperor's heart, there was always a pure land belonging to the woman in front of her.
But the next moment, Varian and Tiffany turned back at the same time, the emperor holding the queen had a smile on his face, and the queen beckoned towards Valilla. Master Assassin froze for a moment, but then there was a smile on her face.
She took a step forward and stood on the other side of Varian...
"Ah... so many people have died."
In the stormy city of the capital of the Federal District, in the parliament hall that still smells of smoky smoke, the speaker of the stomach, Edwin Van Cliff, sat weakly in his chair. In the previous battle, he was also a warrior, but he did not exercise all year round. As a result of letting Wu Yi relax, he died 11 times in a row in the battle to guard Stormwind City, and he was almost unable to save him.
In the hands of Van Cliff, there was a rough report of casualties. The red numbers representing casualties above gave Van Cliff a shocking feeling.
Even with the blessing of the power of death, not every soul can survive the painful and terrible battle. It is only a rough estimate that this battle has wiped out the federal population growth over the past five years, and has directly cut off the entire federal population base by one-seventh.
This can no longer be said to be a loss of muscles and bones. This is simply a stab in the heart of the Federation... so that it already has signs of excessive blood loss.
but...
They won anyway.
This heavy price is worth it. After this war, the entire federation, and even the entire world of Azeroth, no longer have the predicament of hindering development. As long as they can survive this difficult time, then the road in front of them is smooth sailing.
They have already embarked on the beginning of this bright road, and they have truly possessed the future.
The Speaker of the House stood by the broken window like the post-war ruins. He looked at the carnival crowd outside the window, and there was also a sincere smile on his face.
I will talk about these heavy things later.
Now... enjoy this hard-won, glorious victory.
"I hate you! You are a liar!"
At the top of Mount Hyjal, Yuna screamed with a rare, truly angry gesture, holding the crystal in her hand:
"You clearly said that you will help! But we were almost dead! Just a little bit!"
In the face of Yuna's accusation, the crystal trembles steadily. After a while, a slightly distorted, but very thick, male voice with a trace of magnetic sound came out of it, and there was a touch of laziness in the voice.
The mysterious voice said to Yuna:
"No, no, idiot... what I tell you is that I will help you after the story ends. But you have to understand...the story is here, it's not over yet, I can't intervene... But, I have seen the end, and I know that you can survive it."
After he finished speaking, he didn’t wait for Yuna to refute, and said:
"Before Lord Tyrion finds out, send Banner back. Don't come over in a hurry recently, little Yuna, the who died has noticed you, you have to be careful yourself. Lord Ryan will make a little preparation in the future'visit'."
"I can foresee that it will be a great game."
"I hate you! Cyber!"
Yuna watched that the mysterious person opposite no longer spoke. She sniffed and screamed:
"The next time you have to prepare a big meal for me! Otherwise I won't forgive you! I swear!"
Well, it seems that Master Yuna’s big secret has not been revealed yet.
And in the dead world, in the lonely castle, the lord who returned from the death star sea walked quietly in his castle. When he pushed open the door of his room, he saw a gorgeously decorated...er, coffin .
This brought a smile to the corner of the big lord's mouth, and he stepped forward, extended his hand, and gently pushed the coffin away. In that coffin, Aurelia Windrunner, like a sleeping beauty, was lying with her eyes closed, as if she were really sleeping.
The Blood Mother also joined in the interception of Gorebel before, her blood body was completely destroyed, but fortunately, there are too many ways to complete her own recovery in Sarin at her level, not The Great Lord needs extra worry.
Tyrion looked at his sleeping wife in the coffin. She was still as beautiful as she remembered. In the past, this stupid woman has been with him for so many years.
He stretched out his hand and gently touched the mother's long hair. He lowered his head, kissed gently on Aurelia's forehead, and then said in her ear:
"My dear, I'm back..."
"The most beautiful and the best dawn has come..."
"The perfect time I promised to you is here. Open your eyes and look at it."
"No! No! I'm angry!"
With the blood-mother's eyes closed, she was like a little girl at Windrunner's Manor, pouting, and snorted, she said:
"I've all died once...you don't care about me at all."
Facing the rare Aurelia who was playing with the child's temper, the high lord smiled softly. He rolled over and lay in the blood maid's coffin. He leaned on Aurelia, and for the first time, without any scruples, stretched a big lazy waist regardless of the image. He closed his eyes and said softly:
"I'm wrong..."
"and so..."
"Let me compensate you with the rest of my life."
If you like the death track of Azeroth, please collect it: (EbookFREE.me) The literature update of Azeroth's death track is the fastest.