As the Wind Chaser, who swallowed the elemental core of the Lord of the North Wind, resurrected in the essence of the wind, fought with Drano's Elemental Wrath, the entire sky of Shadow Moon Valley began to fill the thunder storm.

His Highness Sunderland, the wind-seeker, was obviously very angry. After all, he was forced to sleep for millions of years, and the clay man also had anger in his heart.

And when he was most angry, he was attacked by the country elements of Drano and two evil powers were forced to do it. The anger in his nest was naturally self-evident.

The elemental holy blade mixed with thunder and rage was buckled by the mist claws, and then cut several swords at the fel-powered stone man in front of him in the roaring hole of the storm.

Without further ado, let’s talk about the power flowing through the power of the element.

Thunderstorms gathered around the entire hand of Gul'dan and swept across all directions, causing all the demons that rushed in to hang themselves in the storm.

That is the true "Lingchi execution".

After the strong wind dissipated, there were only twisted bones flying with flesh and blood. This terrifying scene scared the Drano's anti-demon coalition.

Obviously, the power of the elemental demigod born in the initial wind of Azeroth is somewhat beyond everyone's imagination.

“All unrelated people except shamans will quit!”

Black stood on a reshaped hill and shouted to the retreating guys around him:

"Go outside the valley, stop the demon leaders and don't let them in. Don't blame the remaining weak demons, how many people will die! His Highness Sunderland will not allow any demon to go back alive and twist the void. Humble mortals, cheer for the rise of the Elemental Prince!"

Crazy pirate standing in the background of the thunder rolling sky, laughing.

There is no need for him to leave here. The "King of Gods" Heart Ability Ball embedded in his breastplate makes him immune to the natural magic below the legend.

As long as the wind-tree attack is not head-on, this valley filled with thunderstorms is as safe as walking in its own back garden for stinky pirates.

Under his command, large orc warriors evacuated the valley of Gul'dan's hand and set up defenses outside, while the remaining shamans stayed here to help Prince Sunderland fight against Drano's Elemental Wrath Demon.

That guy's form looks abnormal at first glance.

The dark green ferocious stone man controls the four powers of wind, fire, water and soil at the same time. The essence should be the "ascending body" where elemental creatures gather together.

It is a form of transformation of elemental creatures into higher forms. Black has seen such knowledge in the shamanic scriptures of Nassalas Academy.

"Lockenson, the King of Fire..."

Beside the pirate, the old shaman Neozu, exhausted by the release of elemental seals, weakly shaman Neozu weakly. Perhaps because the plan that had been advancing was finally coming to the last moment, making Neozu's turbid eyes brighten.

As the evil energy mixed with the storm and breathed around, the old orc's only white hair was blown around and danced around.

He hunched over and looked at the Fel Stoneman who was fighting with the wind-tripping Sunderland, who was driving the thunder and lightning in front of him. The old shaman said to Black in a tone of guilt and nostalgia:

"That is the revenge element formed after the gathering of the four elements of our Draenor, who knew that neither of them could confront the Shadow Council of Commander Gul'dan in the past. In order to bring this world back from chaos to order, they made a desperate attempt here.

The hateful warlock defeated them with the help of the demons.

Gul'dan obviously hated that the elements did not respond to his distorted desire for power.

Instead of destroying it, he chose to seal it. He knew what kind of monster the elemental wrath that was invaded by evil energy would fall. He knew that the fallen element would suffer the pain of corrosion.

He wants the elements to suffer so that the noble elemental spirit can be dissipated by the torture of evil energy."

Ner's heartbroken look at the Fel Fire King who called out the Fel Fire from a distance, gathering magma and attacking the Wind-Traveler Sunderland. He gritted his teeth and said:

"But all suffering will end today! The spirit of elementals will restore freedom, they will nourish our world again! They will bring us vitality and hope."

"It's not that easy, my dear old shaman."

Black shook his head, holding his pipe in his mouth, watching the glorious scene of the elemental battle in front of him.

You can't say that although elements have always been weak and changeable, they are still very "orientated" when they really get angry.

This way of directly mobilizing the world's original power without using its own spell casting ability to fight is not to worry about the size of the power. This fancy visual impact is not comparable to the fireballs and ice thrown by weak mages.

But as a prophet, Black obviously can see more.

He whispered to the weak Neruzu beside him:

"Draenor's King of Fire Lukenson turns into a fel element, although Gul'dan's evil push is driven by evil, but the elements themselves are also disappointed and distrustful of the orcs.

Even if Sunderland and Al Abbas shatter Lukenson's fel body here, it may not be certain whether they are willing to help you after those weak elemental spirits are released.

The spirits of the element are famously moody. After you let them down and the world down, it is not a thing that can be done casually.

The most troublesome thing is that the world of Draenor itself, which is so weak, does not have so much time to let you coordinate with the spirit of element. You have to fight quickly."

"I understand."

Neozu nodded, he touched the white ghost emblem on his cheek, and he whispered:

"I've been fully prepared for this, thank you, Black, for helping us move this plan to this point, without your assistance, we can't do it ourselves.

You are the real savior of this world, and I want to thank you on behalf of the entire Delano creature.

"Wow, I'm starting to talk big."

The pirate curled his lips and patted Nerzo's hunched shoulders and said:

“Can you represent the world?”

“Not yet.”

The old orc laughed, as if the sufferings of the past and all the haze were swept away at this moment. He leaned on his bone stick and said in a deep voice:

"But I'll do it soon. Go and do your business, Black, I know you have other purposes in this battle. Goodbye...

No goodbye forever.”

"Um."

The pirate took a step back and said to Neozu seriously:

"Farewell, Great Prophet."

This very commemorative title in orc civilization made Neozu stunned for a moment, and then he waved his hand to say goodbye to the pirates with a smile, watching Black disappear into the shadows.

Ner'ozu turned around and looked at the fierce and fiery battle of the Elemental Demigods in front of him.

The tyranny and threat of the Fel's Fire King Lukenson puts the wind-seeker Sunderland under tremendous pressure. The Wind Elemental Prince, who had just woken up from his sleep and returned from death, quickly woke up from his resurrection confusion.

It began to call on its subordinates.

After seeing His Highness awaken, the loyal God of Lantern Al Abbas immediately carried his elemental sword and rushed into the battlefield with a group of loyal wind elements who dedicated their loyalty to Prince Sunderland.

They were like an elemental legion that was on the verge of war, and under the command of Sunderland, they began to siege the weak Draenor elemental deformity.

Fight less with more, fight one with two.

Such an unfair offensive means that the defeat of the Fel's King of Fire is only a matter of time.

However, with both sides' control and destroying the power of elements, after they fought this battle, the entire Shadow Moon Valley terrain would probably be reshaped.

"Draketar, come and help me."

Neozu estimated the time, and he called on the ancient, once broken friends.

The blind-eyed shaman from the Frost Wolf clan came over with two battle axes. He "looked" at Naozu who took off his ragged robe, and looked at the various casting materials that Naozu took out.

A sensation of grief bloomed on Drektal's face, but he did not stop Nerzo from acting.

"I can't do it alone."

The Frost Wolf Prophet whispered:

"To complete the ascension ceremony of a shaman like you, two more legendary shamans must come."

"I've been preparing for this day for a long time, my old friend."

Naozu grabbed a handful of digging from the Elemental Throne, and applied the soil soaked in the power of water to his face, and he whispered:

This is not only the redemption of the orcs, but also the day when the people of Delaney contribute to the world, they are here!

Drektal turned around. Although his eyes had long been blind, he still felt the opening of the two star gates from the chaos of elements around him.

The Great Shaman of the Broken One, the leader of the Grey Tongue Death Swearer, and the former Archbishop of the Legendary Shaman, Akama and the two walked out of the Elemental Gate.

Their arrival filled the last link of Neozu's ascension ceremony.

"Let's start!"

The old orc lit the flames on both sides of his body, and he called:

"This world has been waiting for this day for too long. Let us regain the ancient elemental path and let us start healing this world and our hearts."

Black found the idiot Finna cheering and slashing the demon in the chaos battlefield outside Gul'dan's hand.

This guy carried a large blade of the shiny Ashes Messenger, and everything went to ashes.

No one knows how many demons Finna has killed since the war started, but the sword in her hand that is filled with the power of light and has special attack effect on demons is the coolest "demon nemesis" in this war.

In Finna's infinite power swing, no matter how violent the demon is, it will be killed by this sword and then ignited. Finna's armor is covered with various shining "demonic ashes".

Looks like a dirt-faced look.

But no one underestimated this Magang Elf because of this. She could stand up to an army of hundreds of people alone, and with a knife, she defended a ridge that dealt with the charges of demons and the undead.

The best thing is that Finna, who is always full of energy, enjoys the fun of this kind of battle. She will not feel boring or hard-working because of her sword slashing.

"Hey, don't chop, are you going to chop your head?"

The pirate appeared behind Finna, grabbed her slashing wrist and shouted to the idiot warrior who was full of anger and tangled with anger:
To be continued...