Curses are just nonsense in the world of science.

But it is different in the world of magic. Some magic users who are powerful and proficient in dark magic often master many strange curse spells. For them, perhaps just one sentence can kill a life.

Gugal is also a first-class spellcaster in Azeroth. The ogre himself said that his talent in shadow magic surprised Guldan. Moreover, the ogre is still studying the mysterious and complex void power. It is hard to say whether the curse this guy gave Benedictus before his death was real.

But as of now, things seem to be moving towards the fulfillment of that sinister curse.

The bones of Gugal were not cold yet, and Beneditas was surrounded by the Death Knights of the Order. The two sides who had just worked perfectly, and in just over ten minutes, they entered a tense environment.

"From the beginning... the contract between the Order and the King of Necromancers was to completely destroy the Twilight Hammer... and in this, Terion called for two things, one was Gugar's head, and the other..."

Lord Kurtaz looked at the black bishop in front of him, and he said without any emotion:

"It's your soul!"

"But he and me..."

At this moment, Benedictus subconsciously wanted to refute, but before he could finish his words, he recalled the last conversation between him and Terion... The great lord did say that he would give him a key, but he would not say that he would keep his soul...

"Ah, so that's it..."

A bitter smile appeared on the black bishop's face.

He thought Terion would let him go, but obviously the Great Lord did not think that the things he had done in the past deserved forgiveness, that is, the Black Bishop himself, if he wanted to enter the way of void, had to atone for the things he had done before.

He was going to experience a death, and so far he could not see the end of the journey.

"He once claimed that he was fate...Is this fate? Evil, a fate that could never be forgiven...Okay!"

The Black Bishop clenched his fists, and after a moment, the book of forbidden magic in his hand slid from his palm and hit the cold ground, and Benedictus himself, as the scene when he stepped into the Alonso's Chapel as a formal priest for the first time more than ten years ago, he knelt on one knee, folded his hands on his heart, and lowered his head and said in a low voice:

"Then... come on."

"Judge me, the evil I will die here, and the other pure I will be reborn in the void..."

The moment when Benedictus silently recited the already stranger to the Holy Light Scripture in his memory, in the low magnetic voice whisper, the Great Knight Kurtaz took a step forward, like a executioner, the hammer in his hand was raised high, and the next moment... fell with a bang.

Between the flesh and blood rupture, the last mark left by the Twilight Hammer in Azeroth... completely disappeared!

The long hunting ends...

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"It's done!"

At the deepest part of the Creator Engine on the Storm Cliff, Azadas, the creator who has been sleeping and temporarily protecting the engine in recent days, engraving the last thunder cast rune at the interface between the Creator Engine and the furnace of will.

The guardian carefully checked the shelter seal in front of him. After confirming that there was no problem with the rune being placed, he took a step back and the storm guardian Torim, who was behind him, walked forward with a war hammer Umil. As the dazzling lightning surged, huge, positive energy-filled lightning surged into the cumbersome rune magic array in front of him. Under Torim's charging, the shelter seal began to operate quickly.

In another place, the follower of the Great Guardian Lai, the magical creator Sethus, located in the origin furnace, is charging another seal. In the energy infusion of the two guardians, the blue energy extending from the creator's engine quickly penetrated into the will furnace below the connected Auduel, protecting the core area of ​​the will furnace that had been infected by Yug-Saron.

"It's done!"

The serious expression of the Great Guardian, who has been paying attention to this project, finally dissipated. The large shelter seal in front of him had only one function, that is, in a short period of time, the power of void under the explosion of Yug-Saron would not go deeper into the core of the will furnace, and to protect the most important world furnace of Azeroth from being destroyed.

This is also the last work that Terion and the Guardians must do before entering Odur.

Once these strong threatening beings are perceived by Yug-Saron, the ancient god will definitely make a desperate bet, and once it destroys the furnace of will, the star soul Eluen will inevitably be severely damaged.

This is also the reason why the great lords and guardians clearly have the power to scatter everything, but they always keep a low profile in the war restarted by the god era... They cannot stimulate Yug-Saron in advance. The cunning Thousand-throated demon attracted attention by the Civilized Alliance's attack on Odur, and also gave the guardians time to cast a shelter seal.

Most importantly, Yug Saron didn't know that the missing guardian Lai had begun to regroup the guardians who were defeated by its evil tricks.

"Grand Lord, you can go in!"

The Great Guardian contacted the lord Tyreon, who was hiding in the hidden figure at the first time. After receiving the signal from Lai, he was hiding leisurely in the coalition military camp. He watched the orcs and humans fighting with each other stand up and stretched his body. He was already impatient... And now, he can finally enter the sealed cage of Yug Saron and say "hello" to the Thousand-throated demon.

The second person contacted by the Great Guardian Lai was the Guardian Aronnaya who was currently standing on the side of the Civilized Alliance. The news he gave to the female giant was very simple, allowing Aronnaya to start guiding the coalition into the Temple of Odur. The biggest threat has been suppressed. These mortals can finally continue their career of "save the world".

"Buzz"

Terion walked out of the gate of the Death Realm and stepped on something soft for the first time. The Great Lord lowered his head and saw the disgusting limbs and broken arms under his feet. The disgusting things left by these self-destructive cultists stained his shoes, which made the Great Lord feel bad.

On the battlefield full of disgusting flesh and blood, six mantid heroes were fighting the revived General Krasis Vizaks. The Krasis, who was awakened by a huge amount of flesh and blood, seemed to have the ability to summon strange steam. It looked like a character mixed with power and spells. In front of it, the six mantid heroes were a perfect fusion of strength and agility.

The two sides fought back and forth very lively...

Both followers of the ancient gods have some ancient secret techniques on both sides. The mantids attack sharply, but Krassis is famous for being beaten. This battle seems to be unsuccessful in a short period of time.

But the arrival of Terion, and the scattered ones, was melting all the blue death mist around them in a rapidly decomposition posture, interrupted the battle between the ancient god servants.

Both sides turned their eyes to Terion who stepped into the battlefield. The figure of the Great Lord was slender and the appearance of the high elf gave him a neutral temperament, but this was not important. As the Great Lord walked forward, every step he took would make the warring sides feel like there was a mountain pressing towards them.

“Huh?”

Terion made a surprised voice, and his eyes fell on the supreme Lord Kerrfan, the leader among the group of mantids. He could easily feel that there was some strange power active in the body of this heroic warrior wrapped in black and white evil, holding a crescent battle axe and amber shield.

"Ah, it turns out that Beneditas gave you this?"

The great lord shook his head and said softly politely:

"But this thing is mine...so, can you please return it to me?"

At this moment, the Supreme Master Kerrfan, who was the temporary carrier of the ancient venerable, felt the crazy tremor of the flesh and blood in his body, just as the ancient venerable who was slowly reviving sensed signs of the natural enemy. Yingjie did not hesitate. At this moment, he rushed to the distant passage at the fastest speed, and the speed was astonishingly fast as a black and white lightning.

"It's so rude!"

This reaction made the Great Lord disliked. He waved his left hand and threw out a grip of death.

Terion's death grip is not the same as that of other death knights. The standard death grip of the death knights is a dark red ghost claw spell that can imprison the enemies in the distance and capture it at the death knight when energy is recovered. The Great Lord's death grip is still a ghost claw, but it is huge like a real world-destroying ghost claw, which directly tear open the space and appears above the escaped Supreme.

"Clang"

The moment the ghost claws closed, the Supreme Lord himself, along with one third of the passage, was held in the palm of his hand by the ghost claw. In the shaking of the bricks and stones in the ancient crypt, the Supreme Lord Kerrfan, the oldest mantis hero, was imprisoned in the air in front of the great lord by the energy of death.

Terion reached out his hand and stabbed Korfan's abdomen in a "integrated" posture. The next moment, he took out the small piece of Yashaji's flesh and blood essence that was reactive.

"I wanted to use it as bait to lure a greedy young lady..."

The great lord looked at the flesh and blood of the ancient god struggling in his palm with some regret, and then looked at the closed Yug-Saron's cell in front of him, and shook his head:

"What a pity, now I have better bait, so...it's useless."

"Bang"

The power of death exploded, completely annihilated the last piece of flesh and blood in the palm of the Great Lord.

"No!"

The supreme slid at the feet of the great lord saw the last sound of the ancient lord disappearing. The crazy mantid reached out to grab the great lord's foot, but was kicked away by Terion in a mess. The great lord ignored the five heroes around him who were attacking him like crazy. The blue mist of death spread around his body. Those heroes entered it as if they had completely disappeared, and there was no sound.

He continued to move forward, and the ugly and twisted General Krassis kept retreating, like a giant, panicked by an ant.

"Krasis... It is said that you killed Tyre back then?"

The Great Lord looked at the ugly twisted creature in front of him and said softly:

"Very good, Tyre's brothers will be happy to see your existence, which means that their hatred has nowhere to vent, finally has a carrier... But now, get out of the way! I don't have time to get entangled with you..."

General Vizaks and the two Krases who were chasing Tyre back then were the faceless leader born from Yug Saron's purest dark flesh and blood. Even when facing the great lord who was invincible in front of him, this faceless general would not give in. It was like a wall, blocking tightly in front of his master's cell.

And this sticky attitude made Terion feel very annoying and annoying...

"roll!"

"Bang"

The power of death fused into a giant black fist, hammering Krasis's twisted and ugly body like a siege hammer, and bombarding the powerful General Vizaks into the mountain wall at the edge of the dark square. It struggled to get out of the sunken mountain wall around it, but in the face of the cold death eroding its body, even the ancient evil Krasis, who could continue to resurrect, felt the edge of death at this moment.

“Aggressive”

After clearing the last obstacle, the Great Lord stood before the cell blocked by the four-titan seal. He was like visiting an old friend, stretched out his finger, knocked on the cell door three times, and then said to the creatures inside the cell in a gentle voice:

"Hi, Yug Salon, are you okay? I'll come to see you... Oh, introduce myself, my name is Terion, Terion. Dawn Blade, I run a "small hotel" in the Dead Realm, your brother Cthun is visiting me, it is very satisfied with the enjoyment there, but unfortunately, it is very lonely and it can't find its kind... So, do you mind moving?"

There was a dead silence, and there was no response in the cage, but this did not disturb the "Ya Xing" of the Great Lord. He raised his left hand and looked at the mechanical watch on his wrist. Then he continued with a smile on his face:

"Are you a little shy? Are you?"

"It doesn't matter, according to the current progress, it may take 3 hours for ordinary people to clear the four seals, so it doesn't matter, we only need to wait another 3 hours to really... we meet, I have some wonderful ideas about the "lifelong event" of your long-lost sister Sarasta, I want to talk to you, so..."

"Remember to prepare in advance, okay?"

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When the Supreme Lord Kerrfan regained consciousness again, the weak mantis felt like he was moving.

It felt like it was being carried behind its compatriots and was flying forward quickly in a dark environment. The flesh and blood of the Supreme Lord's abdomen had been removed. The cold death of the Great Lord "washed" its body. Under the body of death, the once extremely powerful Kerrfan had reached the end of his life.

The mantis could feel that in front of its eyes, the invisible death had already summoned it.

"Ahem..."

Kerrfan coughed a few times, and the movement immediately alarmed the mantid flying with it on his back. A familiar and gentle voice came into the ears of the dying Kerrfan:

"Stand by, my brother..."
Chapter completed!