A knock on the door sounded in Maiev's office, and a moment later, a hoarse voice came out:
"Come in."
Senior agent Shadow pushed the door open with a document in his arms, and saw Maiev lying on the table writing furiously. She seemed to be writing a mission report, which should be submitted to the big lord for review, otherwise it would be an ordinary mission
Reports are all done by secretaries.
The shadow did not disturb Maiev's thoughts. After a few minutes, Maiev put down the quill in her hand. When she raised her head, the shadow handed the document in her hand to her. The latter took it in her hand and read it for a while.
, he couldn’t help but sigh:
"Hey, these motley crews are making good progress. The second war has begun so soon."
As Maiev spoke, she raised her head and looked at the shadow:
"Have the records and various data of the Dreadscar Rift campaign been sent back?"
"Well, 17 rune stones were used just to record the data, as well as a lot of image data."
Shadow replied:
"Analysts have already begun analyzing the data, and detailed statistical results will be produced in three days."
"3 days? No!"
Maiev snorted, put the document in her hand aside, and said:
"In 3 days, they even finished the battle of Niscala. Give them 2 days, and the undead don't need to sleep! Work overtime all night for me! Send the data to me as quickly as possible! Boss
The entire strategic command system is paying attention to this war. The Dark Alliance is like a test subject that we put into the stars, and all the information about their actions can become the basis for Dark Blade to enter the stars in the future."
"This is important, so you coordinate this matter yourself."
"OK!"
Shadow responded, but she seemed to have some doubts. She lowered her voice and asked:
"Maiev, have you informed the boss about the transaction between us and the Order? This matter is quite sensitive. I think we can't do the work first and then report it. This will cause problems."
"I didn't mention it."
Maiev also had a headache and lit a lady's cigarette for herself. In the weird sandalwood scent, she whispered:
"But I suspect that the boss already knew about this before it happened. To be honest, I suspect that the boss has "eyes" in the Order. In fact, he has never relaxed his control over those "traitors"
Surveillance.”
"He knows that reporting to us are two different things."
Shadow said casually:
"The operation of the system cannot be maintained by tacit cooperation. Since we are in this system, we must abide by the rules of this system."
"Of course I know this. If you hadn't come over suddenly, I would have been in the boss's office by now."
Maiev glanced at Shadow, she knocked on an unnamed document on her desk and the mission report she had just written, and she said:
""Deep Sea" gave us the topographic map of the planet Knossos in advance, and also marked for us the temples that store the knowledge of the ancient Nasrezim demons, as well as several treasure houses that may store special materials. It also gave us
Without all our identification codes, it is equivalent to our agents just riding on the Dark Alliance's spaceship, entering that planet, and retrieving things according to the diagram."
"It's like searching for something. But I heard that before those agents left, the boss specially ordered Marais' high-level agent to join them. But the problem is, no one knows what her mission is."
Maiev scratched her hair and looked at the shadow:
"Marais has always been your subordinate, so you know?"
Shadow shrugged:
"Of course I know, but I can't tell you, Maiev is a discipline."
"I can only say that Marais's journey was part of a certain experiment, and that was an extremely cruel mission."
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In Niscala's treasure house, the dark green fluorescent light illuminates the dark space with an extraordinarily hazy atmosphere. It is not as messy as other demon camps. It is like a real collection exhibition hall. The Burning Legion
The most precious things looted from every world are placed here, and this is only the most insignificant part of those endless treasures.
Illidan, who was walking among them, did not pay attention to the precious treasures placed on the shelves around him. His goal was always clear.
At the end of the treasure house, on a stone platform that is extremely simple and full of all kinds of knife marks, there are two war blades with simple shapes. They are different from the Azzinoth war blade used by Illidan.
They are too similar. The handles of the two war blades are in the front and the blades are in the back, just like the fist blades used by assassins.
There isn't much carving on its appearance, and the blade looks a little thin. It's completely different from the finely crafted weapons in Azeroth. It looks more like a cheap blacksmith made it out of rough metal, and then wrapped two rings around the handle.
The same as the circle cloth strips.
There are no luminous enchantments, no exquisite patterns, and no perfect arcs. This is just a knife, an ordinary knife, a sword used by the Aldachi, a fighting race that has long since disappeared in the history of the stars.
On the blade, a dark stain of blood shines, like the only decoration of this simple sword.
That is the blood of the Dark Titan Sargeras, which represents the highest glory that a weapon can obtain. And within this sharp blade, there is a sleeping soul. Illidan can clearly feel it without turning on his ghost vision.
The soul, residing in the blade, seems to be still alive and breathing, just like the last warrior on the battlefield, still fighting an endless battle.
"Whoosh"
The moment Illidan approached the sword, a sharp sword light suddenly lit up in front of his eyes. The demon hunter raised his fingers, stretched out his demonic claws, and crushed the sword light into pieces.
On the face with the dark red cloth strip, Illidan looked expressionless:
"Is this a welcome? Toranar the Fearless."
"You are not a devil!"
A hoarse voice, like steel friction, sounded in Illidan's mind. He was using demonic language, which is a language that demon hunters must master. The owner of that voice seemed to be examining Illidan, his tone
Full of disdain:
"But you use the power of demons to fight. Are you a lackey of the Burning Legion? Are you trying to wield my war blade? Are you worthy?"
Illidan did not answer this question. He hated arguing with strangers. His time was very precious, so he ignored the question of Toranar the Fearless. He spread his hands and said in a deep voice:
"My world and I are both threatened by demons. Ten thousand years ago and now, demons invaded my time. They failed twice, but the demons are brewing a third invasion. This time, they will try their best
We must do our best, so we must also do our best!”
"I took my comrades into the stars. This is probably the first expedition among the stars in our world, and I am here for you! I am here for your war blade!"
"If you want to defeat demons, you must have more power than them! Your defeat of the dark incarnation of Sargeras makes me admire you, because I have also faced the Dark Titan directly, and I know its power better than anyone else."
"I need your help! Your world is dead, but my world is still alive. If you still have regrets about your world, then come with me, for my world, for the remaining worlds among the stars.
And fight!"
"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself."
"My name is Illidan Illidan Stormrage. You are not the only one who has defeated Sargeras. I also defeated the Dark Titan 10,000 years ago. So, my answer to your last question is
"
"I think I deserve it!"
"My time is precious, and my comrades are using their lives to buy time for me. So, should you continue to stay here and recall the glory of the past, or join forces with me to send the Dark Titan and his Burning Legion away in the future?"
Go to hell"
"Now, it's your choice!"-
On the other side, on the Broken Star of Niscala, on the second line of defense leading to the demon base camp, hundreds of thousands of ferocious demons are clenching their weapons and fighting the craziest battle with the surging demon zombies.
of battle.
These demons were sent into this precarious line of defense by the Supervisory Team. If they did not come, they would be killed by the Supervisory Team on the spot. If they enter the defensive line, they can survive for a while under the raging zombie wave, but once they do
If there are signs that the second-layer defense line is breached, the demon artillery position behind the third-layer defense line will open fire immediately.
The artillery that does not distinguish between friend and foe will engulf the zombie tide, but it will also tear apart the demons on the defense line.
The entire battlefield turned into a mess. Countless demons fell down in an instant, and then were resurrected into demon walking corpses in convulsions, joining the terrifying zombie tide. The death knights continued to control these walking demon corpses from all directions.
Direction to surround the demons, they pressed forward with full force, blocking the elite demons from Niscala's headquarters on the defensive line and preventing them from entering.
The fighting power of the demons here is extremely strong. If it were not for the first wave of raids, the star port of Niscala would be occupied by the undead. Once there is the support of the starship, even if the death knights make a desperate move, they will not be able to advance the war to this point.
This step.
But as the effect of the plague on the ground gradually fades, the number of zombies activated by fighting alone on the battlefield is far less than the corpses consumed in the battle. The Order Death Knight can still withstand or even suppress the demons, but this situation will soon change.
was reversed, especially after the demons from other places in Niscala broke through the encirclement of the Dark Reapers of the Black Sickle Council and successfully merged with the demons in the base camp, they once again gained the upper hand in numbers.
In other words, the casualties the Dark Alliance caused to the demons were not enough to defeat them.
"Damn it! We are at a serious disadvantage in terms of firepower! The demons can block our zombie tide with their damn cannons, and the Illidari's cargo ship is useless! We are being beaten.
!Damn it!”
Lord Kurtaz cursed and put his helmet on his head. He shouted to his adjutant Thassarian behind him:
"Let them throw all the remaining plague barrels into the devil's position! I will lead the knights to charge!"
"Also! Next time you come to fight, remember to bring an artillery unit! It's better to have less than none at all!"
And at the moment when Lord Kurtaz dragged his warhammer and jumped on his death horse, a cry of surprise suddenly sounded from the group of warlocks behind him, making the dwarf lord couldn't help but raise his head, and then he saw what was in front of him.
On the ridge, on the third line of defense where densely packed demon forts were located, flames were rising crazily.
"It's Illidan! And his demon hunters!"
Thassarian shouted:
"They're back to support us!"
That's right, it's Illidan!
It's a completely different Illidan.
In the state of demon transformation, Illidan's demon body reached nearly 6 meters. Different from the previous demon with wings on his back, Illidan at this time was more like a arrogant demon beast, with huge black horns.
Under the sharp corners, there is a face that has become resolute. Behind the muscular body of the devil, the place where the wings originally grew has been replaced by a series of ferocious black bone spurs. Those bone spurs are accompanied by Illidan.
The violent attack is like a pair of terrifying bone wings.
His huge hooves trampled on the demon's position. Every time he took a step forward, the ground under his feet would be broken due to the crazy surge of power. The most conspicuous thing was that on Illidan's arms, there were a pair of full-coverage armors.
The fist armor was a very unpopular weapon. It was like two shields, protecting Illidan's arms. In front of the fist armor was a gauntlet covered in steel with terrifying spikes.
The dark green power of evil and the red power of the Aldrazi warriors lingered on his fists, making Illidan look less hazy and cunning, and more domineering and arrogant.
He roared, and in front of him, a violent Abyss Lord waved his halberd, trying to drive away Illidan and his demon hunters who broke into the artillery position, but Illidan did not dodge, and the Abyss Lord rushed towards him.
In an instant, he jumped up from the ground. Amidst the roar like muffled thunder, he raised his heavy fists and blocked the halberd dropped by the Lord of the Abyss with his left hand. Amidst the sparks flying when the weapons collided, he was struck by the heavy steel.
The covered right fist, like a war hammer, slammed into the ugly inverted triangular head of the abyss lord.
"Bang"
Just like a ripe watermelon being smashed to pieces, disgusting green blood and red brains were thrown everywhere. The demonized Illidan grabbed the abyss lord's severely deformed head, and the disaster on his arms
During the activity of his fist, the ugly head was torn open forcefully. The headless body of the Abyss Lord was still twitching on the ground, and Illidan, who was dragging the ugly head, had already bypassed the battlefield.
Illidan moved his shoulders alone, with his upper body naked, and took a step forward with his bull-like hooves. The demons took a step back in panic. With a wave of his hand, he smashed the demon's head in front of his eyes in panic.
At the feet of the bewildered demon guards, the scene immediately caused the demons in front of them to disperse in a rush.
There are demons who rely on brute force to kill the abyss lord, but if they do it so neatly, it is very scary.
"Bang"
Illidan clenched his fist. In the explosion of evil power, the heavy fist of disaster hit the surface of the huge evil cannon in front of him, twisting the steel creation. In the bursting flame explosion, this
The huge demon stood on the ridge, raising its huge fist towards the death knights and warlocks who began to counterattack below. Against the backdrop of the endless beating flames of destruction, it seemed to represent
