A few days later, on the Zoram coast of Ashenvale, where the "Justice League Dark" last met, there was another martial law posture, and the big bosses from the Illidari, the Black Scythe Council and the Order
They gathered together and watched the..."experiment" brought by Kel'Thuzad.
On the stone table in front of the bosses, there was something with a square head and a square head piled on it.
It looks like some kind of sophisticated machinery, wrapped in several thick metal plates, covered with strange gears and conduits. In the gaps left by the metal parts fitting together, you can vaguely see green fluorescence.
Shining, at the core of the machine, there is a drop-shaped evil crystal fixed, and the full green evil energy is rolling in it like a liquid.
At the very front of the instrument is something similar to a searchlight, which is like an emission port for some kind of energy.
"This thing...why does it look weird?"
Illidan Stormrage, wearing demon-hunting leather armor, used his ghost vision to examine the metal machinery in front of him. He could feel that the machinery contained huge energy and could easily tear apart space.
And that is exactly what this instrument was made for!
"really."
Illidan's evaluation also attracted the approval of the death knight Saidan Dathrohan. The death knight lord stroked his chin, and under the heavy helmet covered with frost, a raging voice came from:
"It is different from all the portal instruments I have seen. Not only the principle, but even the appearance is different. Are you sure that such a small thing can really open the portal to the stars?
?”
The demon hunter and death knight's doubts immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the two dwarf warlocks responsible for controlling the machine. Will took off the warlock robe, put on engineering leather armor, and wore weird fel goggles.
Fred screamed:
"Don't question the great dwarf engineering! You uneducated guys! Before I became a warlock, I was a promising engineer apprentice. I can tell you responsibly that this "portable evil star gate"
After 10 tests, the success rate has reached an astonishing 70%!”
"Yes! As long as we have a little better luck!"
Another dwarf high-level warlock Zelfarax wearing fel goggles also shouted. This guy with a pockmarked face used a wrench to fine-tune some gears of the fel prototype while looking at the few people in front of him.
A big guy said:
"This thing was made for us by the smartest guy in Azeroth, Gelbin Mekkatorque. It can open the portal leading to the predetermined coordinates within 10 seconds and send anything into the opposite side.
In this world, you can send a few people there, or you can send a truckload of bombs, or a barrel of plague! Ah, this idea of mine is really great!"
"70% success rate?"
There was a hint of doubt in Illidan's tone. He took a few steps back, farther away from the supposedly "safe" machine, and then he said:
"In other words, every time this machine is started, there is a one-third probability that it will fail? Can I ask, what is the cost of failure?"
"Don't be stupid! There is no price at all!"
The dwarf warlock replied disdainfully:
"When this thing fails, it will throw you into the devil knows which world. The hungry monsters there will not ask you to pay any price. They will only eat you and turn you into a smelly ****. In short, be prepared.
Just light up the cannon fodder and every time you turn it on, throw a few cannon fodder in to explore the way, that’s what we do!”
"Wow"
The moment the dwarf warlock's shrill voice dissipated, the demon gate that had stopped functioning was activated again. Within the swirling curtain of evil energy, the great warlock Kel'Thuzad, who was in a good mood, stepped out.
Mr. Bigworth's wife came back and agreed to settle in Dalaran, along with three cute little kittens. In other words, there were four more "people" in the great warlock's family.
For a cat lover, what could be happier than this?
That’s 4 times more happiness than before!
And Mr. Bigworth returned to his normal routine because his wife finally came home and the couple reconciled. This also made the anger in the great warlock's heart disappear and he became very happy.
With a smile on his face, he even took the initiative to say hello to Illidan...
"Hi Blind Hunter, good morning!"
"I don't like that title, and I don't like your joke either! Kel'Thuzad."
Illidan responded indifferently. He pointed at the fel prototype behind him and said to the great warlock:
"I won't risk my hunters using this thing, the chance of failure is too high!"
"Well?"
Illidan's words made Kel'Thuzad a little confused. He reached out and opened his hood and said to Illidan and Dathrohan:
"You may have made some mistakes. This thing was not meant for you in the first place."
"It is designed to be mounted on a carrier similar to a spaceship. Only the energy of the starship engine is enough to support the long-term operation of the portal generator. By the way, I remember that you have a spaceship.
, called "Fel Hammer", right?"
The great warlock's eyes fell on Illidan, and the demon hunter stubbornly shook his head:
"No! I still refuse. Unless you can increase the success rate of this machine to 100%! Otherwise I will not use it!"
This request made Kel'Thuzad frown.
It's not that the warlocks can't do it. After all, they now have complete experimental data and design drawings of the star portal. The problem is that it will take a long time to improve the success rate of the prototype's star portal opening.
And now, they don't have much time to waste.
Therefore, after a moment, the great warlock shook his head with regret:
"Oh, that's a shame, but you have to get it on your ship now..."
"Why?"
Illidan asked in return, and the great warlock shook two fingers and said:
"Because 2 days ago, I have sent some of my best warlocks through the Star Gate to our target world... the Dreadscar Rift, which is a star stronghold of the Burning Legion. It is currently
The smallest of all known demon worlds, it is said to be a small continent left after the collapse of a planet."
Kel'Thuzad lowered his head, looked at the pocket watch in his hand, and said:
"According to the plan, we will bring my subordinates back today and launch an invasion war into the Dreadscar Rift at the same time!"
"war?"
Dathrohan raised a question, and the death knight said coldly:
"I read the information you gave me in advance, but you didn't mention the war! You just said that this was a reconnaissance operation!"
"Yes, I didn't mention it at the time."
The great warlock said disapprovingly:
"Now I can tell you two truthfully that this is a war. The area of the Dreadscar Rift is only the size of a small province in the empire. According to the strength of the Illidari and Order's soldiers, it only requires less than 10,000 people.
With a surprise attack and the internal cooperation of my warlocks, we can end the battle within a day!"
"And I can guarantee that no other demons will come to support us before we evacuate!"
"This won't work!"
Illidan shook his head decisively:
"I will not participate! There is no intelligence, no reconnaissance, and we go directly into war. This is not the style of demon hunters. We do not fight uncertain wars! You go and have fun this time. The Illidari will not participate!"
"Ah, okay."
Kel'Thuzad, who was rejected, did not show much regret. He whispered:
"What a pity. According to the news sent back by my subordinate Ubeka, the Hand of the Fearless is most likely stored in the Dreadscar Rift...Are you sure you really won't participate? Illidan? If that thing falls
If you want to take it from me, you may have to pay a higher price, but now, all you have to pay is a small risk of sudden death..."
"Of course, since we are true "friends", I will give you a second chance to choose!"
Kel'Thuzad pointed the Scepter of Destruction in his hand on the ground. With the invasion of the dark ripples, the gravel on the ground was crushed into powder in an instant. The great warlock looked at the demon slayer and death knight in front of him. He slowly
He waved his fingers and said softly:
"I want to teach those demons in Dreadscar Rift, do you want to come?"
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On the other side, in an unknown star sector among the stars, in a world that has completely collapsed like Marton, and surrounded by rubble scattered in the dark void like a star ring, there is a strange
A continent suspended in the center of the gravel belt.
As the great warlock said, this is a land that is smaller than the provinces of the human empire. It is like the only intact piece of land that survived after the nameless planet was destroyed by demons, mixed with dense fragments.
The stone belt is like a perfect disguise, but further away on the continent, in the center of this rubble star ring, is a destroyed world with a broken core.
Only one-third of the planet's sphere is left intact, and the exposed core of the world has been filled with dark green evil energy magma, emitting astonishing heat, looking like a round of evil energy in the void.
As powerful as the sun.
But it still maintains a weak gravity, allowing the rubble that broke out when the planet was broken to surround the core of the star, forming a thick star ring.
Such a bad terrain makes it impossible for larger starships to enter. Even the small shuttles of the demons will be blown away by the small shuttles floating around if they are not careful while passing through this star ring that is hundreds of kilometers wide.
Hit by rocks.
This is the Dreadscar Rift.
The Burning Legion's most important supply point in this star field is also the real rear area compared to the Legion's front line.
The disguised necromancer Ubeka and her mentor Kanrisade made up into a petite succubus and a muscular angry guard. The two of them walked in tandem and mixed into the Dreadscar Rift, which was divided into three layers.
On the ground, wandering among the real demons, collecting all the information they can see.
On the second underground floor of this broken land, there are also their companions, the combination of the high elf warlock Xin Feier and the werewolf warlock Xin Ning.
These four guys are the "spies" sent to the Dreadscar Rift in advance by the great warlock Kel'Thuzad.
As for how they were selected, well, that's a sad story... A dozen high-level warlocks from the Black Scythe Council gathered together to draw lots, and four of them won the bid, before they left Dalaran.
, those bastards also paid for each of them and treated them to a meal at the Magic Hotel, making it seem like it was the final farewell scene.
A few high-level warlocks who were very good at acting even held the hands of these four unlucky men, and shed tears of hypocrisy and gloating on the spot when recalling the past.
This is what the warlock profession is like.
Not only do you have to fight wits and courage with demons, but you also have to be wary of the hypocrisy of your companions, as well as the daggers stabbed from behind from time to time. Therefore, everyone who can become a high-level warlock is a true human spirit!
"There is an energy transmitting tower over there."
The succubus disguised by Ubeka crossed her legs and leaned next to the angry guard disguised by Kanrisad. She whispered:
"That should be the place where Terror Scar Rift maintains contact with other demon legions. According to Xinfeier, there may be a backup information transmitting platform on the second underground floor. After the boss and the others came here and sealed the space,
We must destroy these two things as soon as possible."
"Can it be done?"
The angry guard disguised by Kanrisad kicked the fear demon next to him fiercely, and made a gesture of wanting to fight and cause trouble. Maybe his fierce expression frightened the fear demon. In short, the guy was dejected.
turned around and ran away.
This is not because human warlocks are meddlesome, but the world of demons is like this. For high-level warlocks like them, they know very well how to survive in the society of demons... What lies dormant and low-key, what hides one's capabilities and bides time, do not exist.
of!
If you really do this, the demons will only think that you are cowarded. The only way to live well in this place is to cause trouble! Make trouble like crazy, and after you have defeated enough demons, other demons will
They will all respect you, walk around you from afar, and dare not mess with you, but if you give in a little bit, it's over, and other trouble-making devils will continue to come to you as a stepping stone to increase their reputation.
So from this point of view, the devil's society is really full of evil people.
"The energy tower is guarded by a team of elite demons, which is a little tricky."
Ubeka made a gesture to kiss Kanrezad, and she whispered:
"But if it can cause a wave of chaos, it will only take four or five cataclysmic spells to decompose the transmitting tower together. The destructive power of the spell that the boss just developed is really amazing... etc.
, there’s something new discovered over there in Sinfer, please cover me first!”
As soon as Ubeka finished speaking, Kanrisad's angry guard raised his hand and took Ubeka's succubus' waist. Under the envious and jealous gazes of the low-level demons around him, Kanrisad
He kicked open the evil energy cave next to him, brutally drove out the succubi and demon guards who were doing some kind of movement inside, and then used his pure evil energy to seal the entrance of the cave.
The succubus disguised by Ubeka took out a red crystal stone from between her wings. After activating it, the sweet voice of the high elf warlock Sinfer sounded in the cave:
"Ubeka, Kanrisade, come to the second underground floor!"
"I accidentally discovered an interesting guy! He might be able to help us a lot!"
