To everyone's surprise, something that shocked and frightened the local "official" forces in the continent of Elusalia who were preparing to watch the fun in the surrounding areas such as the Rekalt Empire and the Kingdom of Kalsas.

The war, which took place near the Yanfeng Valley Mountains, and hundreds of thousands of demons fought against foreign forces in the Azeroth Empire in the Floating Island, hurriedly came to an end with a great victory on the Floating Island side before dawn.

Yes, yes, it's a big win!

And at this time...

In the darkness, on the hill, holding a magic sword, and in more than two hours, the dark prince Pozanlu, who had successfully launched two orbital bombardments on the floating island, and all of them were accurately hit, was blocked in the final camp by paladins from the Silver Hand Knights from Lordaeron.

"impossible!"

"You can't be so strong!"

"No!"

"That floating island cannot withstand the bombing of orbital magic cannons, it is the final weapon!"

"That's absolutely impossible!"

Looking at the paladins wearing heavy silver plate armor, fully armed with dazzling holy light shining on their bodies, Pozanlu shouted hysterically and waved his magic sword, roaring at the silver hands slowly surrounding him.

“…”

“…”

“…”

However, no one spoke, nor did the enemy chiefs go back. They just held weapons and cut down the demon guards blocking the way, and slowly surrounded Bozanlu with unkind eyes.

"No!"

"no way!"

"I must ruin it!"

"Destroy it!!!"

Looking at the powerful paladins that were getting closer and closer and smaller guards, Pozanlu not only did not think about teleporting to escape, but unexpectedly once again raised the magic sword Aruhasato in his hand.

Then……

Rumble!!

Naturally, the third white light shot out from the blue moon in the sky and cut through the night sky, and instantly blasted towards the floating island ten thousand meters high.

Then, the huge explosion, fire, magic turbulence, and the expansion of air, sound waves and shock waves quickly swept across the hills that were not very far away, making the Paladins and Bozanlu themselves subconsciously protect their heads and lower their bodies and squat on the ground.

A few minutes later...

"Ha ha!"

"Success, did you succeed?"

Bozanlu didn't care about looking at the almost killed demon guards around him, but just opened his eyes to a certain area in the sky with his last hope.

However……

What made him feel desperate was that the floating island was still floating there, and it was still under the thin shield with a light blue light, without any change, and without the intention of collapse and falling down.

“!!”

"impossible……"

"This is impossible..."

As the group of paladins finally cut over the last demon guard and quickly walked to his side, the dark prince Bozanlu, holding the magic sword in three hours and bombarding the floating island with a full three-eat orbit, finally sat straight on the ground like despair and collapse, muttering to himself something.

"whispering sound!"

"One more crazy!"

Looking at the dark prince of the demon clan who seemed a little unwilling to accept reality, which was the ultimate goal of their group of paladins, Old Fording curled his lips boredly.

puff!!

"alright."

"You guys take him away!"

Then, he directly slapped the other person on the back of the head with the "Ash Messenger" in his hand, and slapped the other person fainted. Then, after possessing himself and snatching the magic sword from the other person's hand, he ordered the paladins standing around.

"It's so pitiful!"

"It took more than three hours to fight, and then I hit it three times..."

"He must not know? Those goblins and dwarf engineers have said that the shield can be at least one hundred hits!"

"that is!"

"This guy probably doesn't know? It has three layers of shields!"

"I definitely don't know..."

Before Pozanlu completely fell into a coma and was dragged away by the Paladins, he seemed to have heard the above brief conversations...

"Not right!"

"Where is the Holy Sword?"

"Who saw the Holy Sword?"

"Go and look for it!"

However, Tyrio Fordine, who led the team and was the first to attack here, no matter what "Pozanlu" or "Zanlu" thoughts, he only knew that although he had already destroyed the base camp where the enemy chief was and had obtained the magic sword, he had not discovered another similar holy sword yet, so he had to move faster, otherwise, he might be picked up by someone else later.

...

When Old Fording captured the hill and captured Pozanlu, and also obtained the magic sword, on the other side of the battlefield that was gradually coming to an end, on a cone mound with a huge evil summoning array, the demon general Gaelu was leading the last elite defenders of the demon clan to resist stairs that were almost hundreds of meters high.

"Stop!"

"Must block them!!"

"kill!"

"Kill back!!"

The demon general Gaelu retreated in panic and roared hard, commanding the demons around him to rush down the steps, struggling to resist the fierce attacks of the terrifying fire elements and the elves wizard troops.

At this moment, he was so busy that he had no idea that the main force of the Dark Prince had been defeated and the prince himself had been captured. He was just gritting his teeth and resisting stubbornly.

"superior!"

"You guys come on!!"

Seeing that the group of elite demons who had just stepped up were cleaned up by the enemy in a few strokes, Gaelu was panicked and had to force the same fearful demons behind him to rush down under the enemy's magic.

"Kill that mage first!"

"quick!"

"Stop it!"

"Must block it!!!"

Although he was commanding and shouting with great force, the demon general Gaelu gradually discovered sadly that even though he had the advantage of the terrain and was condescending, facing those enemies, especially those terrifying mages, the charge of their demons was still useless. They were about to be rushed to the summoning array by the enemy.

"Mr. Gaelu!"

"The ceremony is completed!"

Fortunately, when Gaelu was almost desperate, it was rare that a succubus ran down from the giant mound and shouted loudly behind him.

"What?"

"Very good!"

"quick!"

"retreat!"

"Let's withdraw!!"

"The God of Chaos is coming!!"

Hearing the succubus report, the desperate demon general Gaelu was overjoyed. Then, he couldn't wait to take his last remaining direct descendants to the direction of the summoning array and run towards the mound, and even ignore the guards who were still fighting against the enemy.

It's a pity...

“!!”

"this!!"

When he led his men to the magic array on the summoning platform, he found even more desperately: the last reliance they thought they could turn defeat into victory, that is, the legendary Chaos God, Kaos, was actually bound to the middle of the summoning array by a group of pointed-eared elves wizards with some kind of magic, and could only roar helplessly?

“Yo?”

"You guys are here?"

Seeing that the generals of the demon race ran up at this time in time, Queen Azshara was a little surprised and turned around with a smile, adding to the shocked Gaelu:

"I'm so sorry!"

"actually……"
To be continued...