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Chapter Forty-Eight - The Years Gone

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The demon soul was pinned in the palm of his hand by Malfurio, and shining dazzling light over the center of the Well of Eternity. The power of the Well of Eternity kept tumbling, and a stable portal was about to form.

In addition to him, there is another existence waiting with expectation. His dreams are terrifying, even more primitive than the dreams of the demon leader. In order to regain freedom and regain their own things, he has been waiting for a long time. Once the demon soul arrives, he is one step closer to success. With the assistance of the Well of Eternity and the Demon Soul, he can open a window to freedom in the prison.

Once the window is opened, it can no longer be closed.

Yashaji waited patiently. He had been waiting for a long time at this moment, and it wouldn't matter if he waited for a while.

But it won't take long...

Sargeras was about to come to this world. Thinking of this, Manolos immediately put all his troops on the battlefield. He gathered all the demon warriors from other places together, and he knew that defeating the elves would mean defeating the entire world.

The elves also actively fought because they had no choice but to fight. The night elves, the taurens, and other races knew in their hearts that surrendering was like putting their necks under the swords of the demons. Whether they failed or not, they always had to fight desperately.

Demons are constantly dying, but more and more demons are adding.

Brox stood at the front of the team with the legendary patron saints of Garod and Kalimdo. The orc seemed as if he was as demigods fighting side by side with him. Brox laughed out loud. He had never laughed like this since he and his comrades wanted to die bravely in the battlefield. In fact, the gray-haired warrior hoped that he would die now, but his battle axe still made Huhu angry. The enemies fell one by one under his axe, just as the battle axe was anxious to eat a meal of demonic flesh. He killed so many enemies, not just because his battle axe was soaked in magic, but also because Brox was skilled in martial arts. Brox was good at using weapons, which is why he became the first choice for Chief Thar.

As far as the eyes were concerned, corpses were everywhere, and the fighting soldiers were lying on their feet. Demigods, night elves, taurens and bear monsters fought side by side, and everyone had a serious expression on their faces.

The sky is full of dragons.

There are red dragons, green dragons and bronze dragons, they are Alextasa, Isera, and Nozdom tribes. Two guardian dragons fly between the dragons, and their giant wings spread out at a distance of five times the distance between the two wings of the flying dragon with similar body shape beside them.

Garod quickly turned to the army and shouted, "Let the soldiers sound the trumpet, blow it for a longer time, and launch the final general attack. The time for the decisive battle has come."

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A storm was rising above the Well of Eternity, and even Nathanos, who were far apart, could feel the power of the storm. This was not a storm of general meaning, nor was it the kind of storm that frequently appeared in this mysterious water. This storm originated from a certain force that did not exist in the mortal world, and was very similar to the power of the Burning Legion.

In addition to the Burning Legion... there are other terrible existences.
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