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The Dreadlord is the backbone of the Burning Legion.

They are good at using the terrifying power of shadow and fel energy.

They follow the Dark Titan recklessly to spread death and fear in this universe.

They are Arthas's right-hand man and the high-level combat force of the Undead Scourge.

Countless paladins died tragically at the hands of these monsters.

The organized army was annihilated and completely turned into nothingness.

The Dreadlord is like a vampire that preys on the spiritual power of other creatures.

They regard the weak-willed as their food and slaves.

They have dead skin like a corpse.

The body covered with fel armor has no fur.

Two sharp canine teeth protrude from their mouths.

Possessing vicious magic that controls the life and blood of the enemy.

Proficient in trickery and deception, and likes to play with the despair of the rebels.

They are proud of the endless suffering they have brought to mankind.

The Dreadlord is the most terrible nightmare of the rebels.

Where these monsters appear, human resistance will be crushed to pieces.

But now everything has been rewritten. A Dreadlord had its wings and arms torn off alive in front of the Undead Army and the rebels.

Blood mixed with green energy spurted out and turned into terrifying evil energy lines when it fell to the ground.

The Dreadlord's painful voice made the entire battlefield silent.

Sk looked at the man in golden armor in disbelief.

He just suppressed a terrifying monster so easily.

The huge palm tore the body of the Dreadlord like tearing paper.

The light reflected by the golden armor was like morning light, implying hope and the future.

Such a perfect armor must be the result of the painstaking efforts of a peerless craftsman.

This is the armor that only true warriors are qualified to wear.

The surface of the armor is covered with many symbols,

And the most eye-catching is the pattern on the cloak, where the stars revolve around the sun.

The rebels on the entire battlefield were all stunned.

Their eyes were fixed on the figure emitting glory.

The rustling cloak was the only sound on the battlefield at this time.

The face that seemed to be carved out of marble was perfect to the extreme, impeccable, and majestic without anger.

He is a god.

A god who represents the hope of mankind.

No one knows why he came.

Can't bear to see the suffering that the world is suffering.

Or maybe he was ordered by a greater person.

No one knows.

At this moment, everyone's hearts were only shocked and excited.

The body of the Dreadlord was torn apart, and the head with the demonic horns was stepped on the ground.

The humiliation he had given to Sker was repeated on him.

The Dreadlord screamed in pain and anger, but it was useless.

No one can defeat the Primarchs who fight for the Empire on the battlefield.

The Primarchs were born for humans and for fighting.

In order to spread the glory of their leaders, they were all given power that even gods would despair of.

The mere Dreadlords are just seeking their own death.

Dorn, who trampled on the Dreadlords, glared at the undead.

Those innocent people are dead.

The bodies and souls were desecrated like this.

This is an unforgivable crime.

"Clean them up." Dorn whispered.

The Astartes squad behind him rushed into the battlefield.

The armor system was activated. Even if the long-range attack was not enabled, the power in his hands alone was enough to easily tear apart all enemies.

Leina stood on the high wall, and her beautiful body turned into a flame incarnation, pointing casually.

The pet bird perched on her shoulder let out a sharp cry, and its body instantly became huge.

The biological combat engine was turned on at full power, and dense data was output after being calculated by the imperial matrix.

In the sky, the thick dark clouds were torn apart.

A stream of flames fell from the sky, like the wrath of God.

This is the focused flare storm of the biological stellar engine, which is enough to easily destroy all low-level civilizations.

All the necromancers and liches were stunned at this moment.

The whole sky was dyed red, and the raging flames swept everything, burning down half of the sky, and the heat was unbearable.

Sk was stunned, and he could no longer hold the hammer in his hand.

"Is this the power of God!" A scarred paladin saw the endless stream of flames falling from the sky, and the whole person was frozen in place.

The whole world, all human countries, including the Dalaran Kingdom and the High Elf Kingdom, which are the most proficient in magic, cannot cast such a terrifying magic.

Except for God, what else can explain such a terrifying power! !

In the town, everyone knelt down.

This is the power of God.

It is the punishment of the undead from heaven.

A huge, majestic, and thick stream of flames fell from the sky.

Such a terrifying power is enough for people within hundreds of miles to see clearly.

Enough for all the strong to vaguely sense the horror of this power.

Alsace, who was slaughtering humans and orcs and the dark elf coalition, also turned his head to look at the direction of the flames rushing down.

The flames were surging, and the whole sky turned red.

The terrifying power stirred the magic flow of the whole world, making the whole world surging.

Arthas felt the rune sword in his hand, Frostmourne, trembling in fear of this power.

Even Archimonde, the second-in-command of the Burning Legion he summoned and who easily slaughtered the coalition forces, looked solemn at this moment.

"It's from the direction of Lordaeron." Kel'Thuzad looked at the red sky and said, "I have never seen such a powerful force.There is no mage who can cast such powerful fire magic, no matter whether it is a human mage or a high elf mage. I am afraid that even Medivh, who has the power of the guardian, cannot resist such power. "

Hearing these words, Arthas's cold face showed a little uneasiness.

Lordaeron has become a land of the dead. How could such a powerful creature still exist?

The leader of the resistance of the human armies, Jaina.

The leader of the orc tribe, Thrall.

The high priest of the dark elves, Tyrande, and the head of the druids, Malfurion, also looked at the half of the sky stained with flames in horror.

What a terrifying power, enough to easily crush everything and turn everything into ashes.

"Is this a new enemy? "Tyrande asked in horror.

Even if she had access to the power of the moon goddess Elune, she couldn't cast such a terrifying magic.

Even in ancient times, with the help of the Well of Eternity, it was very difficult to cast such a level of magic.

"I didn't feel the evil of the Scourge, so it shouldn't be an enemy." Malfurion whispered.

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On the battlefield.

Under the gaze of many rebels.

Dozens of miles around turned into scorched earth.

In the impact of the flames, most of the undead on the battlefield were destroyed.

The face of the dreadlord who was trampled under Dorn's feet was also extremely terrified.

The anger contained in the pain disappeared without a trace, leaving only despair and fear.

"How could you be a human? How could a human master such a powerful force! ! ".