Vol 2 Chapter 2080: The End of Kil'jaeden

"No! You can't do this! Do you think you have ruined the most powerful servant of Master Sargeras, can you end well?" Kil'jaeden screamed wildly, waving his claws constantly, launching one powerful evil after another Surgery.
Unfortunately it's useless.
"Shit, look at your dad's heroic appearance." Wolf Godlin, the first to jump forward without fear of death, bite Kil'jaeden's wings fiercely.
"Fart! I don't have a father like you! My father is Ryan Wrynn!" Varian did not show weakness, and all his anger as a soldier broke out, making him leap 50 meters high, when he rushed to At the highest point, holding two swords upside down, made two stern openings on Kilgardan's red wings from top to bottom.
"Ah!" Kilgardan growled.
Kil'jaeden waved his evil claws in an attempt to blast the two little nasty ghosts.
Who knew Hodil, the mighty guardian of frost over there, didn't want to talk to him, and threw a tortoise, the turtle god. The large tortoise shell felt like a large slipper, slammed on Kil'jaeden's face, and smashed his nose on the spot.
The egg was about to get rid of the big turtle pressing on his face. Ursoc Ursol, the urchin brother, rushed over and clenched his two thighs tightly.
Well, really hugging thighs!
Of course, he held his devil's hoof with his sharp teeth.
"Ahhhh!"
In a hurry, Kil'jaeden saw Odin's Great Light Sword and Thorim's Thunderhammer smashing into it, and, as a last resort, launched a sorcerer shield to strengthen his arms and resist two moves.
The price he paid was that the middle door was wide open, and his legs were involuntarily kneeling under the heavy weight.
"Let's go!" Too long with Duke, learned Gavnard's fresh air sword, and beat a large crystal dwarf, Magni Bronzebeard, like a shell, to Kil'jaeden just to get rid of Totora's face. on.
Eggbrother is also a murderer, and he can't seem to dodge and defend. He actually bites Magni's shoes.
Change to another hero, it is estimated that on the spot, "chicken flavour, crunchy and crisp!".
Magni is a demigod!
A crystal body is too hard.
On the spot, it became ‘no smell, broken teeth’, and the egg cracked two cavities on the spot.
"Woohoo!"
This is just the beginning, not the end.
Draenei's hero Marad wield the Paladin artifact [Hand of Silver] and severely chopped Kil'jaeden's neck. When the egg was frightened, he couldn't care so much anymore. He leaned his head and carried one of his beards like Tintin hard.
Who knew that one after another, Saidan Dasuohan, who had just carried Marad, one of the five silver sages, waved the holy artifact [the fire of justice] with a special appearance, and struck the sky fiercely, knocking the eggs His chin smashed up, revealing his red neck.
At this time, Tirion Furding's [Emerald] cut the first sword first. The bright golden light shone through the hall.
Unfortunately, as strong as the Ashbringer, he couldn't cut off the dense energy in the first strike, which greatly strengthened Kil'jaeden's neck in defense.
It doesn't matter, there is the next player.
Turalyon waved [Quilzalam], the first warrior of Azeroth, Anduin Lothar, and split with all his strength.
The sky is long, the past is like smoke.
The Dark Door was opened because of Kilgadan's malicious conspiracy. In Elwynn Forest, a brave warrior held up [Quilzalam] and said "No!" To the invaders.
36 years have passed, and the old warrior who once held this timeless artifact has passed away for many years.
He inherited his holy sword, the next master of his will, stood before this conspirator, and waved to him the last sword symbolizing resistance.
This is more like a causal cycle.
There is a cause, there is a result!
Where there is beginning, there is end!
When Kil'jaeden's crimson, ugly head flew into the air, spinning around in midair, the commander of the Burning Legion didn't believe it: "No ... maybe!"
"Huh!" Odin slammed straight along Kilgadan's blood-sprayed neck incision, only to end the life of this evil boss.
If Argus can't get it done, maybe ten or one hundred years later, this evil demon will appear in front of the Azerothians, spreading fear and despair, right?
but……
At this moment, a voice was broadcast to all channels and the whole world through the magic network connecting All Azeroth.
It was a triumphant sound, and I felt that I could grit my teeth at any time.
"Yo! Compatriots of Azeroth!"
"If you desire miracles, then please desire to the end."
"If you are willing to worship heroes, please worship to the end."
"If you are willing to believe Duke, then ... please believe it to the end."
"I ... Duke Marcus! When have you been disappointed? No in the past! No now! No in the future!"
"Yes! That's right! My Duke is so handsome!"
With the last word falling, the large virtual images displayed on all magic mirror images, and even the clouds projected on the clouds, are Duke's face.
Maybe this face with a more ordinary but somewhat temperamental face curve is a little bit worse than ‘handsome’.
However, a smile on the face of the Union Commander with self-confidence is undoubtedly the greatest strength agent that can be given to soldiers and the public in this desperate situation!
From the time the alliance was established to now, as long as Duke laughs and says ‘no problem’, that ’s no problem.
This is already an iron law.
The meaning of victory represented by this smile has long been ingrained in all beings.
In the picture, Duke appears at the tomb of Sargeras.
In front of him, an unreal imaginary image of a great devil is struggling in the air, the soul of Kil'jaeden, one of the culprits.
"Dear Kil'jaeden, where else do you want to resurrect? See what this is for me?" Duke's hand was a demon statue that seemed nothing special, just the size of a slap, just like Kil'jaeden The deity looks exactly the same.
"No! Impossible! Isn't this thing at Argus the Desolate?" Kil'jaeden's soul was terrified: "He's a fallen Titan! You can't defeat him!"
Duke shrugged: "Yes, I cannot be a Titan opponent even if I am promoted to the true God. If the Pantheon lent me strength, that would be another matter."
After all, Argus the Desolate is a flawed Titan who has been castrated. With the help of the old Titan led by Aman'thul, destruction is nothing more than a matter of fingertips.
Only the Titan can clean up the Titan. This sentence seems to be correct until this moment.
Kil'jaeden was scared, he was terrified. Although his boss, Sa, is on top of the planet, Yuan Shui cannot save near fire!
Duke was going to destroy him, just pinch the statue with the core of his soul hidden.
As if talking to himself, Duke smiled and said, "I don't want to destroy it? Yes! You can try to beg me, maybe I am soft-hearted and accept your surrender like Irida Gemini."
"Wait, Duke, don't let him go." The guardians were anxious.
Instead, a group of mortal heroes waited to watch the show with a bad expression.
Kilgardaming knew that it might be a pit, and he knew that the other party was most likely to tease him, but his shameless desire to survive broke out.
The egg's twisted soul cried, "I ... I beg you, Master Duke."
"Well, it sounds pretty good, but unfortunately, my ears are a bit insipid. It is estimated that Argus is too dusty and plugs my ears." Duke made a hand gesture.
After all, a "click" sounded, and Kilgardan, commander of the Burning Legion, was plunged into endless darkness, his consciousness was completely annihilated, and he disappeared forever in this universe ...