While the Saffron Fortress was shaking and collapsing, the rickety Thunder God Throne flew out roaring, almost grazing the collapsed palace.

There will be a crowd of people standing on His Highness Little Star’s Thunder Throne.

Fortunately, this suspended platform is large enough, otherwise tall tauren like Kane, Hamuul and Black Horn would have to hang under the platform to fly out.

And the little star driving the Thunder God's Throne and flying outwards was extremely proud.

While she kept throwing lightning bolts to shatter the falling meteorites from the sky, she boasted to the people next to her:

"Let me tell you, this princess risked her own life to come to save you. This magical weapon descending from the sky alone deserves a big praise.

After my new autobiography about the War in the Firelands is published, each of you must buy at least ten copies to support my cause."

"One hundred copies! At least one hundred copies."

The panting Muradin sat on the edge of the Thunder God's Throne, looking with fear at the Saffron Fortress that collapsed and burned in the explosion of flames behind him.

The dwarf prince touched the armor that had completely melted on his body. He coughed several times and said to the little star:

"I guarantee that every member of the Bronzebeard royal family will buy at least a hundred copies, and we will also raise funds to repair your statue. Your noble little star, we owe you a huge favor."

"The same goes for us. Every time Bloodhoof Totem subscribes to your autobiography, we will buy at least a thousand copies each time."

Old Kane's situation is worse than Muradin. The dwarf is still protected by the Shield of Aggramar. He relies on his thick blood, rebirth, and the earth spirit scepter in Hamuul's hand and the black horn's holy hammer to resist the Balrog.

King's Burn.

After this battle, Lao Niu felt like he was going to be sprinkled with cumin and roasted...

It’s twice!

He never wanted to come to this unfortunate ghost place again.

As for Hamuul, the archdruid is currently holding the earth spirit scepter to treat the seriously injured Hisari Black Crow. Although the flame druid is immune to fire attacks, with the power level of Miss Black Crow,

It was really too much for me to face the fire of Savras and the burning of the Fire Lord.

She suffered extensive burns all over her body and was already unconscious when she was rescued by Little Star. Of course, as a semi-elemental creature, Miss Black Crow didn't have to worry about leaving ugly scars.

But if there is no way to revive her quickly, the power of the primal fire will undoubtedly consume her life.

Black Crow, who had the original power of the Fire of Savras, was in such a miserable state, and Ansu, who used his physical body to collide with the original fire and the link between the void, was even more miserable.

It has been burned by the original fire and boiling by the magma pool, and turned into a roast chicken that is charred on the outside and tender on the inside...

Well, roast chicken in the true sense. Ansu, who was hung under the Thunder God's throne, kept emitting a delicious barbecue smell while flying on the platform, making the little star swallow his saliva.

Speaking of which, Your Highness Little Star has never tasted the taste of barbecue demigods.

Unfortunately, although this is delicious, it may not be edible.

"They are coming! The warriors who defeated the King of Fire and expelled the power of the void are back!"

On the molten wasteland across the bridge from the completely collapsed Saffron Fortress, Thorim, Hodir, the heroic spirits, and the evacuated dwarves who were waiting anxiously saw the Thunder God Throne flying out staggeringly.

cheer.

The heroic spirits witnessed the double tragedy of void erosion and flames erupting just now, and they did not hesitate to give their words of praise to these true warriors.

Just now, the void power that tortured everyone was shut down and dissipated into the invisible. Not only did it save the crumbling Fire Realm and the soldiers on the battlefield, it also saved the miserably bullied elements.

It is no exaggeration to say that after realizing that the void pollution in the Land of Fire might affect other elemental realms, the Hydraxia Legion and the Endless Wind Legion had already prepared to blow up the connecting gates of the elemental realms to protect their respective territories.

Territory preparation.

The Stone Mother's Rock Army has even begun to twist the land of fire, trying to completely split the burning continent to block the pollution of the power of the void.

This basically means that these elements are ready to be buried here.

"Where's Black? Where are the Elemental Lords?"

As the Thunder God's Throne filled with people landed on a cheering battlefield, the two Titan Guardians who had just cut off the connection between the elemental realm and the material world looked at each other.

Thorim shrank his body and stepped forward, pulling Little Xingxing who was signing autographs for the heroic spirits and asked in a low voice:

"Why haven't they come out yet? The tower has collapsed. The Fire Demon King is still there?"

"I do not know."

Little Xingxing held a 24k pure gold signature quill specially used for signatures, raised her head and answered:

"But when I rushed in just now, I vaguely heard the captain telling me to let us go first, and that he would handle the rest of the matter."

"Yeah?"

When Thorim heard that it was Black who said this, the Storm Guardian immediately nodded, as if after that magical pirate made a guarantee, all crises no longer existed.

When Thorim returned to Hodir, the Silent Giant who had deployed the Great Cold Wind Barrier to protect the dwarves and heroic spirits in the Burning Land suddenly spoke:

"Have you ever thought that... our relationship with the Thousand Tongue Demon is unique?"

"Um?"

Thorim stroked the loyal war wolf Hati beside him. He glanced at the taciturn Thorim curiously and said:

"What's the meaning?"

"Other Old Gods...like Yogg-Saron, they destroy us with darkness and despair."

Hodir was leaning on his huge warhammer mace made entirely of ice, and he looked at the ruins of the Saffron Fortress that had collapsed and was burning.

He whispered:

"The Thousand Tongue Demon is also corrupting us... But he uses hope and the future... This is what Lord Odin said unintentionally last time, and I now understand what he meant.

Blake Shaw wants us to do what he wants us to do.

He is manipulating us, there is no doubt about it.

But we accepted it all from the bottom of our hearts.

We didn't choose to resist... Can you imagine? Thorim, under the leadership of an ancient god, we would risk our lives to attack a dangerous elemental territory.

We really did it...

Make His needs our duty...

Perhaps it was reasonable for Algalon to attack us before. We may have been immersed in the false hope created by the Demon of Thousand Tongues. When we heard about the destruction of the Pantheon, we should have been despairing but our morale was high...

We are hopeless."

These words made the two powerful guardians fall silent at the same time. After a few seconds, they said in unison:

"What a terrible guy."

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"Ah sneeze!"

Blake, who had just climbed up from the burning ruins, extinguished the flames on his body and sneezed hard as if he had a cold.

He muttered that it must be some bastard jealous of his looks and intelligence talking about him again.

Alas, becoming a valuable and powerful man cannot avoid such malicious speculations. The world is really not friendly enough to him.

But standing in the ruins of Saffron Fortress, with only one-third of its base remaining, Blake's mood improved again.

Despite the constant falling and collapsing burning objects above his head, despite the constant cracking of the ground, despite the dangerous bubbles in the surrounding magma pools, and despite the fact that the King of Fire Demon in front of him is rising from the magma pool little by little.

But the pirates were not afraid at all.

Even looking at his left hand wrapped around the light spot in the void, he felt a little eager to try.

No matter from any point of view, the King of Fire Demon should not be considered a fool or fool, so if he sacrifices it to the Void of Truth, it should not be counterattacked by the "friends of fools", right?

"Black Shaw!"

Ragnaros looked at his palace in ruins, and the anger and despair in his heart could not be suppressed at this moment. Although it regained the power of the Fire of Savras and broke N'Zoth's shameful conspiracy, it

It can no longer be restored to its most powerful form.

Because the stinky pirate's slutty mistress permanently stole part of the Fire Lord's power, part of the Fire of Savras was taken away by Hisari Black Crow, who sacrificed her life at the last moment.

This made the Fire Demon King unbearable.

"Your lover will be burned to death!"

Ragnaros issued a vicious curse, waved his hand of destruction and roared:

"That dirty woman who is as shameful as you cannot control the power of the original fire. You will lose your true love today...and I, I will extinguish with a smile and be reborn in the next era!

She died to save you.

I will enjoy your pain and the irony of fate."

"Hey, don't talk to yourself."

Blake searched around on the ground and finally found the broken jade pipe. The broken gift from Mrs. Guo Ya made the pirate very distressed.

He raised his head in suspicion because his beloved thing was damaged, stared at the Fire Demon King's broken flame horn, and said:

"I don't think Black Crow will leave me today, and I don't think you will have a chance to be reborn in the next era. Are you too optimistic about your destiny?"

"boom"
To be continued...