Standing on the edge of the slowly opening landing port of the spaceship, Kane Sunfury, wearing a heavy gas mask, felt the fierce wind in the sky in front of him. With his long hair flying, he said to Aleilly beside him:
"This is different from the battles we have fought before."
"Don't make this joke!"
The Soul Eater girl twisted Kane's arm viciously:
"I don't want to stab you to death with my own hands!"
"Stop talking!"
Alturis the Sufferer, who commanded the Illidari Commandos, turned around and glared hard at Kane. The demon hunter who had followed Illidan for the longest time held a sharp war blade in both hands. He shouted loudly:
"Remember your mission! This is a battlefield where lives are at stake. Your lives are precious, don't waste them here!"
"Prepare for airborne operations!"
"Wow"
With the spacecraft landing port baffle fully opened, Oturis was the first to run forward, and hundreds of demon hunters followed him without fear. The moment they rushed to the landing port, they jumped into the
Niscala and Azeroth have completely different atmospheres.
According to the posture during training, Kane put his hands on his body and let his body glide forward at a faster speed in the air. In the air in front of the demon hunter, the escaping dark green mist was constantly blown by the wind.
, at this height, the dispersing mist will make his exposed skin feel weak stings, but it will not harm his life strengthened by evil energy.
A violent voice roared in his heart, thirsting for blood and crazy killing.
That is the demon hunter's inner demon, and it is an existence that every demon hunter must adapt to. From the day the demon hunter profession was born, these dark warriors will not only have to fight the enemy, but also fight themselves. Once the mind becomes
If they are no longer strong, once there is a loophole in their hearts, they will be quickly defeated by their inner demons...
"Shut up! You bastard!"
Kane cursed fiercely, and in the howling wind, he quickly landed only a few hundred meters above the ground. Kane's hands suddenly opened at this moment, and with the flow of evil energy, a pair of huge
The black wings spread out behind him, and the collision between the devil's wings and the air caused Kane's landing speed to suddenly slow down, like a raven flying through the air.
Kane flapped his wings, and under the perception of ghost vision, he followed Alturis in front and quickly fell towards the predetermined battlefield.
The narrow field of vision of the gas mask does not affect the battle of the demon hunters. These dark warriors sacrificed their eyes in order to gain power. They no longer rely on sight to fight.
Behind Kane, as the Fel Hammer spacecraft continued to cruise at high speed over Niscala, groups of demon hunters descended from the sky, like death threats flying over a world covered by the death plague.
Like an angel.
The demon hunters are carrying out rear raids. They want to occupy several important facilities in Niscala from the rear. The first to bear the brunt are the communication portals and communication systems between this demon stronghold and other worlds. As long as the demons cannot achieve good communication between them
If they communicate with each other, then under the tactical division of the plague, these demons will lose the possibility of coordinated operations.
The second mission of the demon hunters is to snipe the demon commanders at targeted locations, causing Niscala's demon command system to rapidly collapse.
It is impossible for the plague to kill all demons. The Dark Alliance's highest estimate of the plague's killing rate is only 40%. In other words, it can only kill one-third of the demons at most, or even less than this number.
But those dead demon corpses can become a boost to the Dark Alliance.
In front of the demonic base camp in Niscala, the death knights and lichs who landed here have begun to control the demonic zombies. Under Lord Kurtaz's order, in just ten minutes, several
Demonic zombie waves are forming in the four directions of Niscala. The death knights do not need to accurately control the movement trajectories of these mindless zombies. They only need to drive these zombies to block the demonic reinforcements coming from all directions and prepare for a frontal assault on the demonic base camp.
Illidan wins enough time.
The walking corpses formed after the death of demons are also difficult to control for a long time. The power of death and evil energy are repeatedly competing for the control of these corpses. The confrontation and annihilation of the two forces will weaken the integrity of the corpse. According to previous in vivo experiments,
Look, the demon walking corpse can only exist for 8-12 hours at most, and then it will be unable to move anymore due to the energy conflict within the body causing the bones to decompose.
But within 8 hours, this had formed a huge wave of corpses that swept across Niscala.
The warlocks of the Dark Reaper were also assigned tasks, just like what the four warlocks of Ubeka were doing in the Dreadscar Rift. These warlocks were scattered to various directions throughout Niscala. Before the zombie wave arrived, they used
Every effort was made to create chaos among the huge demon group, and the great warlock Kel'Thuzad even participated in it himself.
This crazy guy used a super-wide "cataclysm" spell, combined with the destructive scepter that could easily tear apart space, to forcefully blast open the land of Niscala, cut off a traffic artery, and remove it from Niskara.
The Kala continental shelf was "cut off", throwing a hill-sized piece of land into the dead stars.
The commotion was so loud that most of the demons on this land, without any orders, instinctively moved towards the three front lines of defense that were attacked at the same time. Under the endless attacks of the Dark Alliance,
The demons in Niscala were quickly dispersed, and the terrifying tide of demon corpses quickly overwhelmed the demons' first replay line.
Any warrior who is familiar with the tactics of the Sea of the Dead knows that once the Sea of the Dead takes shape, the next thing to do is nothing more than a simple snowball-like pattern of "massage-conversion-massacre-conversion".
And the souls of the demons who died because of the plague will not be thrown back to the Twisting Nether, because Niscala is in the Twisting Nether. Here, when the demons die, they are really dead, and their souls,
They will be collected by the warlocks using soul-absorbing magic and used as casting materials.
After the soulless corpses were awakened, the power of death imbued them with an instinctive hatred of the living and a greedy appetite. The corpses of these demons became hideous and twisted, not much better than zombie-turned mortals, but because
These guys have extremely strong physical fitness. When awakened after death, the impact of the tide of corpses regardless of casualties is simply too brave to withstand.
After the first round of defenses was broken, the fel artillery positions set up in the Niscala Fortress opened fire. Obviously, the demons who were stationed here also felt threatened. They began to fire regardless of whether they were friends or foes.
The intensity of their artillery fire was more ferocious than that of the Dark Blade Legion. Under the constant covering blows of dark green flame bombs from these evil energy cannons, the endless tide of corpses was barely contained.
It's a pity that the demons fought desperately to defend the front, but could no longer take care of the rear.
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"Bang"
In the deepest part of Niscala's demonic camp, in front of a fel fortress that was bloodbathed by demon hunters, Agatha, the witch of destruction with shackled hands, verified her identity, and the tightly closed treasure house door suddenly opened in front of her eyes.
This requires someone above the rank of a high-ranking adjutant of the legion to open the magical door. Together with several internal restrictions, they were completely destroyed in front of the traitors who surrendered to the enemy. The deceiver's treasure trove has been opened to the warriors of Azeroth.
A trace of helplessness flashed in the eyes of the captive Demon Witch of Destruction. She turned sideways and made a "please" gesture to the demon hunter waiting behind her. Illidan did not pay attention to the trace of resentment on the face of the Demon of Destruction.
Surrounded by hundreds of demon hunters, unless this witch of destruction is bent on seeking death, she will not have any evil intentions.
"The hand of the fearless is here."
Just as Illidan stepped up the stairs, the Witch of Destruction suddenly spoke:
"But you have to be careful, Demon Hunter. There are no enemies in this treasure house. Your biggest enemy is the war blade itself. I have seen how it can easily tear apart demons who try to control it. I hope you will not become
New victims."
"Shut up!"
The sufferer Alturis scolded, but the next moment, Illidan raised his hand to stop the sufferer's scolding. Illidan stroked the dark green war blade in his hand. This war blade named Azzinoth came from ancient times.
I followed him during the war and witnessed how he faced Sargeras and how he embarked on the path of evil energy and darkness. This war blade was like another him.
Tenacity, perseverance, tenacity, unyielding.
"It's time to say goodbye, old friend."
Illidan's fingers stroked the sharp blade. He raised it to his forehead and pressed the cold blade against his skin, as if saying goodbye to an old friend. The cold blade seemed to feel the sword holder.
The inner will hummed loudly, as if responding to Illidan's determination.
"Whether I can come back or not, we have to say goodbye..."
"Uh-huh, uh-huh"
This sharp blade flips outwards, as if it has voluntarily separated from Illidan's hands. It is like a real warrior. After knowing that it can no longer keep up with Illidan's footsteps, it does not want to become a burden to Illidan.
In this way, I say goodbye to my friends and my master.
The power of Azzinoth wraps around the blade inserted into the ground like a flame. The noisy evil fire envelopes the blade, and it becomes silent, as if waiting for the next hunter to pull it out.
.
Illidan turned around and looked at Alturiss, the demon hunter who had been following him for the longest time. He said to Alturiss:
"Don't live up to it!"
After saying that, Illidan walked into the treasure house shrouded in darkness and evil energy without looking back. In the sky of Niskala, the plague mist floating into the sky was blown by the cold wind in the air, and mixed with the water.
After the fusion of molecules, they fell from the sky in the form of highly toxic acid rain, covering the entire Niscala in these deadly raindrops.
All the demon hunters stood quietly, waiting for their leader to return, and they were also paying attention to this inheritance.
Belongs to the heritage of demon hunters.
"Kane, come here!"
In the majestic acid rain, the victim called out in a low voice. The young demon hunter was stunned for a moment when his name was called, but was soon pushed by the soul eater beside him. He stepped forward in a daze,
Under the gaze of hundreds of companions, Altruis held up the war blade that he had used for ten thousand years in both hands. He stood in front of Kane Sunfury. He was taller than Kane.
"I didn't think highly of you. I thought you were just a young man who came to the battlefield to get gold. I thought you couldn't become a good hunter, but it turned out that I was wrong."
Autoris was not a man of many words, nor was he good at expressing his emotions. He handed the black sword in his hands towards Kane, which had been filled with the blood of countless demons, and said:
"This war blade is not expensive, but it has witnessed my past. As your mentor... I will give it to you. I hope it will also witness your rise! You are destined to do something great!"
Cold raindrops slapped on Kane's body, and the young high elf didn't know what to say.
Just as Alturis didn't like him, he didn't like Alturis either. He thought that this old elf was always targeting him and had an inappropriate stubbornness. But now, feeling the cold blade in front of him,
Kane didn't know how to respond, so he silently reached out and caught the heavy black war blade.
Altruis said it was not precious, that was just a modest statement.
In the ancient war more than 10,000 years ago, there were not many demon hunters who followed Illidan. Each of them had weapons carefully selected by Illidan from the demon's trophies. This pair of war blades may
It is indeed not as precious as the Warblade of Azzinoth or the Hand of the Fearless, but it is definitely not an ordinary thing.
Kane held the war blade and stood in the cold and majestic acid rain. Altruis, who had his hands free, took a step forward and held the Azzinoth war blade intertwined on the ground. When his fingers touched,
The moment he reached Illidan's war blade, the scorching fire of evil energy roared and wrapped around his hands, arms, and even his body.
The scorching terrifying temperature was like the test of the sword-wielding blade of Azzinoth. Altruis silently endured the burning of the evil fire, and the thick hunting magic marks on his body
One by one, they were lit up, and a sharp demonic aura lingered around his body, evaporating the falling acid rain like smoke.
After more than ten seconds, with Altruis's cry, the heavy and huge dark green war blade was lifted high by him, and a pair of huge black wings suddenly opened behind him. This scene made all the demons watching...
The hunters' blood was surging, and they shouted the names of the victims. The sound of their shouts made the army of demon servants who followed them fearful.
Here, in the land of demons, another inheritance of the Illidari Legion is truly completed!