Ranger King of Azeroth

  Chapter 852 Dread Demon King Five-Color Team

  When Velen escaped from Argus, his wife and newborn son were taken away by his most trusted lieutenant, Talgath, and they failed to escape with him. Velen once thought that his wife and children had already met an accident.

However, what he didn't know was that Targath handed Velen's wife and children to Kil'jaeden. During the transformation process of the Devil Tribunal, Velen's wife failed to survive the cruel torture and died, but he was young. His son was strong enough to survive.

   But that wasn't necessarily a good thing for this child. Kil'jaeden regarded the child named Lakish as his own, and kept instilling in him Velen's betrayal of race and his wife and children with sweet words.

  The young Lakish doesn’t have much discernment ability, and a lie can become the truth if it is told 10,000 times, not to mention that Kil’jaeden’s words are usually 70% true and 30% false.

  So poor Lakish regarded his biological father as a villain who abandoned his race and wife, and has been looking for revenge from Velen ever since.

   Today, he finally saw this prophet who was extremely hypocritical in his cognition for the first time.

   "Save your tongue! Why didn't you think I was your child when you abandoned me and my mother!"

   Lakish did not waver at Velen's words. Kil'jaeden has done a thorough transformation of his three views. Instead of slowing down the attack rhythm, he added more evil power to his warhammer.

   "I am Rakish! The sharpest poison arrow under Kil'jaeden, my mission is to avenge you, a hypocritical traitor, even if I sacrifice myself!"

  Velen showed a painful look on his face, "Is that Lakish... that's not the name I planned to give you."

   "Originally, your mother and I have decided to name you Zeratul after the Mother of Light, but..."

   "Shut up! You still have the face to mention your mother!"

   Lakish interrupted Velen's defense furiously, swinging the warhammer in his hand faster and faster, but it was still difficult to break the protective shield around Velen's body.

  Veylon shook his head helplessly, "Enough is enough..."

   "Bang!"

  The holy chain formed by the holy light kept Lakish firmly in place, and no matter how hard Lakish struggled, he couldn't get rid of it.

   "We will have a lot of time to communicate slowly in the future, now..."

  Velen looked at Atigan and Barak with his cold eyes, "Let these two executioners atone for your mother first!"

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  At the same time, in the Saldanath Temple, the coalition led by the night elves finally cleared a large number of demons along the way, and saw the priestess soul corrupted by the evil energy in Illidan's mouth.

   "Moon God above...that's Moon Burial, Asa Moon Attack and Kasparian!"

  Tyrande's exclamation made Maiev's expression darken. "Yes, I still remember them. Although I had a hunch when I didn't see them appear after the world collapsed, I didn't expect...the fate they faced would be so cruel."

  Garrod also frowned and looked at the large number of distorted night elf souls around him and said, "Not only that, these huntresses... I still have some memories. I should have seen them when I was stationed at Black Rook Castle."

   Malfurion said with a gloomy face, "There must be some reason that caused their wills to be distorted. Let them be freed now. May Elune be with them."

  When the two coalition forces were in trouble, Charlemagne finally found their opponent in front of a gate at the end of the stairs.

  Illidan was the first to hold the double blades of Azzinoth and taunted the leader of the dreadlord, "Oh... isn't this Tichondrius? He came to ask me to die for the second time?"

  Charlemagne also narrowed his eyes slightly, "Deserocco, Mal'Ganis, Balnazar, and Varimathras, it seems that your Dread Demon King's five-color team is all here today."

   "Hmph! Illidan Stormrage, don't think that the last sneak attack can be successful again. This time I come with all the strength of my body, and I will let you feel the true strength of Tichondrius!"

Mal'Ganis stared at Charlemagne and said, "I heard that you killed Alsace? Originally, I should thank you, but I heard that you exposed my disguise back then. What do you think I should do?" How about repaying you?"

  Charlemagne waved his hand amusedly and said, "Okay, don't talk nonsense, isn't Kil'jaeden sending the five of you here to die, so let's fight quickly, we still have a lot to do."

  The corner of Illidan's mouth curled up into a wicked smile, "I admire your uncluttered style. Give it to Tichondrius, and I'll let him know that it doesn't make any difference whether it's the body or not."

  In terms of strength, Illidan, who has been working hard for many years, and Tichondrius, who has just been resurrected, should be about the same. It depends on whose combat wisdom is more outstanding.

   When the two demons were fighting over there, Charlemagne was still holding his hands with his old god. An enemy like the Dread Demon King was no longer worthy of his own hands.

   Except for Tichondrius, who has intermediate-level demigod strength, the other four are just beginners and demigods. They are most suitable for sharpening their own girls.

  Aurelia took the lead in finding Mal'Ganis who had spoken ill of Charlemagne just now, and Cirvanas curled her lips in dissatisfaction, and could only retreat and choose Varimathras, who was not pleasing to the eye no matter what.

  Deserocco was approached by two little girls, Valeira and Vereesa, who were only close to breaking through the demigod. In the end, Balnazar was handed over to old Mograine's Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

  The undead and the Forsaken all have a complicated relationship with the Dreadlord. When Mograine took the initiative to ask for a fight, Charlemagne did not refute his face, allowing him to lead the other three of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse to meet him.

  Because a lot of ammunition was used to clean up the miscellaneous soldiers at the door, the heavy armor did not attack the surrounding demons without restriction at this time, but erected the heavy shield to build a solid barrier for the allies behind.

   Liadrin's Dawn Vanguard army rushed forward with shouts, followed by a large number of evil orcs brought by Illidan, screaming and charging.

  The two ranger generals, Sylvanas and Vereesa, both the chief and adjutants attacked, and they handed over the command of the ranger troops to their younger brother Lilas.

   This little guy has made rapid progress under the Spartan education of his two sisters, and has now reached the peak of the hero rank. Perhaps he will surpass Charlemagne's record and become the youngest rookie of the epic rank in Quel'Thalas' history.

  ...Of course, if possible, Lilas would definitely not want to grab this title. After all, his life in the past few years... well, in short, it was very fulfilling.

  Thanks to the strict education of his two sisters, Lilas is now fully qualified in terms of personal strength and military accomplishment, and he no longer has the frizz and bearishness of his childhood.

Lunrudilor in his hand - the ancient guardian's longbow accurately pointed and killed the commanding individual among the demons, and at the same time calmly issued correct and timely orders to the rangers. Charlemagne even saw this capable look I was stunned for a while.

  ‘Sirvanas… What have you guys done, this is already a completely different person, right? '

   Thanks to the book friends "Goodbye and Goodbye" for their support.

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