Cataclysmic Transformation

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Kezebak's words just fell, and there was a silence in the hall. The murderous intentions condensed in the air, as if suffocating.

At the moment Sophia, the demon princess, calmed down, without any expression on her face, like a living stone.

Noah ’s continent ’s coalition forces are steadily stepping forward, and even Ravens dare not make a casual statement, for fear that it will anger Princess Sophia.

The atmosphere in the hall was a little silent. Except for Kezebak standing up firmly, the others did not dare to breathe. You should know that it is terrible for Her Royal Highness to pierce.

There was still no expression on Princess Sophia's face. Everyone knew that it was her extreme anger. If she yelled, she was not so scary.

At this time, Sophia raised her head slightly, looked at the side of Ravens, and asked coldly, "How long?"

Although not expressly stated, Ravens reacted quickly, and Her Royal Highness asked her father's affairs.

"According to Mr. Ronkinu, Lord Sauron can really be resurrected in about seven days!" Ravens thought for a moment and answered honestly.

"Seven days!"

Princess Sophia's beautiful eyes emit a trace of fine light, which has both an excited look and a bloodthirsty taste.

"Very good!" Princess Sophia stood up and smiled slightly, revealing two pointed canines. "In this case, we will pay the indigenous people to play and let them know what is the real horror ..."

...

Holy Roman Empire, Versailles.

The heavily guarded city of Versailles was once the art capital of the Holy Roman Empire. Those beautiful gods, angel murals, and statues come from here. There are countless artists here, and they work hard every day to express the glorious image of the gods.

However, all these sacred and solemn scenes no longer exist, replaced by a terrifying and terrifying Hell Warcraft, roaring spread all over every corner of Versailles.

The art capital of the Holy Roman Empire has now turned into hell.

Versailles, this is the last springboard to attack Quebec. At this moment, it is already heavily guarded, and the Burning Legion is not a fool. As early as Versailles, heavy troops were deployed to protect this last fortress leading to Quebec City.

...

Early in the morning, the city of Versailles was shrouded in a thick mist. On the sturdy city, two tall figures that did not belong to this world appeared here.

The demon Kezerak and the evil **** Ravens, two peerless powers of the gods, stood together and were almost invincible.

The entire city of Versailles has become a barracks. The main force of the Burning Legion is almost here. In addition to the two Divine Powers of Kezerak and Ravens, there are dozens of demons and countless Holy Powers.

The demon Kezerak, the mid-level power of the gods domain, uses the power of destruction. At this moment, he is wearing a thick black armor, and the devil's head with a grim chest is chilling.

Evil God King Ravens has the same mid-level strength in the realm, wearing black chain mail, but his shoulder is embroidered with the Evil God's Medal of Honor, and his face without long horns is as fierce as the demon.

Kezerak looked at the sky not far away and smiled coldly, "I can't imagine that the indigenous people of these sub-planes have the courage to counter us, ha ha ... this is probably the first in the history of the Burning Legion?"

The Burning Legion, using the power of the main battle legion, while conquering countless secondary planes, there is almost no decent resistance. Compared with the secondary plane, the primary plane is regardless of strength, resources, power, etc. They are all too far apart.

Ravens chuckled, "Since these natives are going to die, why should we stop them?"

Kezerok accidentally "oh" and smiled, "Isn't Lord Revens always opposed to retaliating against them? Why now ... I don't think we have the same opinion ..."

Before Kezerak had finished speaking, Ravens waved his hand and said lightly, "It's just that each has its own focus. It's hard to say that there are no similar opinions. Between me and you, the grievances are already doomed. You don't need to say polite words! "

Kezerak was not annoyed, and grinned, "Well, let's take another game. In this battle, see who kills many people, and who is the winner ..."

"It's a word!"

Ravens nodded lightly and agreed to Kezerak's challenge. He raised his eyebrows. "How come these natives haven't come yet? I'm already waiting impatiently!"

Kezerok smiled coldly, "This place called Versailles will be their last grave ..."

The two were talking, and suddenly Ravens nodded slightly, sneering, "They are coming!"

At this time, a dark cloud suddenly floated in the far sky. The black cloud with a strong breath, accompanied by the sound of the drum of "Dong-Dong-", came to the face.

First came the army of undead of the Scourge Church. They unified black clothes and black armor. The whole person was wrapped in darkness, looming in the morning light, full of magical and mysterious atmosphere.

It was followed by an orc army, dominated by wolf riders and bipedal dragon knights. The current orc army is led by the holy wizard Moran, and its strength is not as good as before, almost becoming a vassal of the Scourge Church.

The army of elves appeared in the east of Versailles. They were uniformly dressed with armor engraved with exquisite patterns. The military was tightly organized. The front row was the defensive blood elf knight and druid, and the back was the archer and the tree demon. A sharp wagon with a sharp blade.

The Warcraft family arrived at the end. Under the leadership of the dark dragon Lafield, countless Warcraft appeared in the east of Versailles. They roared and roared continuously, making a beast-like voice.

Both Laffield and Fulijia of the Dragon clan appeared on the battlefield. Fulijia's consciousness swept slightly, and suddenly changed her face, because she sensed that there are dozens of them here that are not weaker than her.

Dozens, what a terrible number, you know, there are less than ten of the **** domain powers on your side plus yourself. Among them, the two figures standing on the city head gave her unfathomable a feeling of.

powerful! terror!

This is the real strength of the main battle legion, and such strength only shows the tip of the iceberg ...

Laffield also sensed the two most powerful beings. At this moment, he has already regretted some things, but looking back, the matter is here, regret is useless, forward is a dead end, backward ... the same is a deep abyss!

Ron and Khomelin stood in the army of the Scourge Church. His dark eyes scanned the city of Versailles in the morning mist quietly. Although it didn't look strange on the surface, Ron knew that the city gathered almost all of the Burning Legion. Strong.

Humans (undead), elves, orcs, and Warcraft have almost gathered the most powerful strength of Noah's continent, and the whole city of Versailles is surrounded by water.

Just like the eve of the storm, the final decisive moment finally came!

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