Not much is known about what happened on the planet Xonos, and the war on Niskara continues.
After Illidan, wielding the Fist of Disaster, led a raid from behind with demon hunters, destroying the demons' huge and terrifying artillery position, and after several hours of crazy fighting, the Dark Alliance finally captured Niskala's demon stronghold.
Included in the bag.
The change of sovereignty of this giant fortress built on the mountain means the defeat of Niscala's most powerful demon army, and the shift in offensive and defensive position on this land. However, it has been identified as the Star Base Camp of the Black Sickle Council.
Unlike the Dreadscar Rift, the future of Niscala has not yet been determined. To be precise, several big bosses of the Dark Alliance are still not sure how to deal with this hot potato.
So after occupying Niscala's demon base camp and letting the Dark Alliance's legions take a break, the big guys started a new round of discussions in this fortress that was still stained with demon flesh and blood.
But the meeting has not been convened because Lord Kurtaz, who represents the Order, has mysteriously disappeared. His lieutenant Thassarian refused to announce where his lord has gone. The human death knight only told the great warlock and the demon
Hunter, don't be anxious, wait patiently, Lord Kurtaz will be back soon.
So, where is the dwarf?
The answer is simple, he is in Xonos!
This operation arranged by the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency was entrusted by the Order. No one knows what kind of deal the two parties reached. However, in order to ask the Dark Blade agents to help, the Order must have suffered a lot of blood this time.
Since it was determined in advance that the agents' retreat would require the death knights of the Order to come and support them, so when the Battle of Niskala came to an end, Lord Kurtaz secretly rushed to Keso with nearly a thousand elite death knights.
North.
These death knights were already prepared to fight to the death before crossing the portal. Maybe there would be endless demons waiting for them on the other side of the portal. Maybe the Dark Blade agents failed, and it might still be the demons.
A trap set, but they have to get past it! It's part of the deal.
However, just when Lord Kurtaz, who was carrying the war hammer, was the first to cross the portal and arrive at the preset pickup location, he saw a city shrouded in blue mist.
This is obviously a demonic city, made of steel and black rock, dotted with dark spiers everywhere. There is also a sculpture of the first lord of the Dreadlord in the city square, but this is supposed to be full of demons.
The city is now in deathly silence. The blue mist of death covers every part of the city, every street, every alley, and the visibility is less than 1 meter.
The dwarf death knight felt the breath of the Dark Blade agents in front of him. He controlled the death horse to walk forward, but after taking the first step, the war horse kicked a corpse. Kurtaz lowered his head and saw the charm.
The demon's corpse, this coquettishly beautiful female demon fell to the ground in a prone position, her hands tightly holding her throat, and the fear before death still remained on her beautiful face.
It seemed that an invisible ghost had taken away her fallen life. In those dead eyes, the struggle before death made people feel numb.
Her body was still intact without any external injuries, but she no longer had a soul. All the heat of life had been taken away by the mist of death. There was even a thin layer of frost hanging on the body. The dwarf waved his hand.
, the biting cold wind rushed out of his hands, dispersing some of the blue fog in front of his eyes, and what he saw made the dwarf's heart skip a beat.
On the broad road in front of you, there are demon corpses scattered everywhere, from the weakest demon imp, to the tall and terrifying destroyer demon, to the higher-level angry guards. They all died, and died quietly.
Judging from the positions where the corpses fell, the dwarf death knight could clearly imagine the fear and panic that these demons felt when they were swept away by silent death without warning.
They ran wildly from their residences, not knowing where they were going. They struggled crazily and wanted to resist, but they couldn't even see who the enemy was. In the end, they could only face the cold death in the fog of death, alone and sadly.
Embrace.
"Wow"
It was probably Kurtaz's wind blast that alerted some beings in the fog. In the shining of black light and shadow, a figure was suspended in the air, carrying a black Death Soul Scythe, and wearing a tattered gray cloak.
"Death" appeared in front of Kurtaz.
This strange existence tilted its head and looked at the death knight in front of it with its dark red eyes under the hood. It seemed a little confused, but after a moment of silence, a roar belonging to the devil suddenly came from the other side of the street.
When the sound sounded, the God of Death seemed to have heard some kind of call and disappeared in front of Kurtaz in a flash.
A few seconds later, a roar like a rooster with its neck cut off came from outside the fog, which seemed to represent the disappearance of another fallen life in this eternally silent city of death.
"Is this Tyrion coming?"
This thought came to the mind of the dwarf death knight. As the high lord of the Order, he was very aware of Tyrion's methods, and the strange, cold and vicious death ghost that appeared just now was unique to Tyrion.
"Messengers" rarely appear in the real world of Azeroth, but every time they appear, they represent the arrival of the great lord.
Behind Kurtaz, who was a little nervous, the Death Knights of the Order who passed through the portal one after another were also startled by the city of death. The fierce battle they expected did not exist at all. Walking in this city completely shrouded in death
In the city, they don't even need to carry weapons.
"What's going on? Great Knight!"
The high elf death knight Koltira drove his war horse and walked behind Lord Kurtaz. Koltira looked at the cold demon corpses piled in front of him, and he whispered hesitantly:
"Did Dark Blade take action?"
"No! It's not"
The dwarf knight shook his head. He glanced at the dancing black figures in the fog and said:
"It's someone more terrifying who has taken action. There are some things happening here that we don't know about, but don't go too deep into it. Follow me!"
The dwarf gave the order, and the death knights followed him and rode forward in the demon city full of corpses. After a few minutes, they arrived at the other side of the city. In a certain demon tavern, Marais
She and her agents were tasting the devil's wine here, and the stone slabs under their feet were piled with devil corpses.
Just like the corpses outside, these demons had no wounds on their bodies, and death seemed to come silently.
Kurtaz pushed open the door of the tavern. He glanced at the agents resting silently in the bar. He looked at Agent Mares sitting on the bar. The latter hooked his finger at the dwarf and motioned for him to come over and sit down.
beside her.
Koltira also wanted to follow the dwarf, but was stopped by Kurtaz's eyes. So the remaining death knights guarded outside the tavern, waiting for the completion of this strange transaction.
"Bah, this wine is disgusting!"
The dwarf death knight picked up a bottle of wine and took a sip. His face was made unhappy by the smell of evil energy in it. He threw the demonic wine aside in disgust, then wiped his beard and turned to look at Marais.
, he whispered:
"Tyrion, I mean, the High Lord himself came to this world, right?"
"No!"
Marais told the truth:
"The great lord is very busy. He doesn't have time to come here. He sent a "messenger", that's all. Don't ask any more questions. I can't answer you. This is discipline!"
"All right."
The dwarf didn't say anything. He took off his hip flask from his waist and poured two glasses of pure undead ale for himself and Marais. He brewed it himself. He pushed the amber wine to Marais.
in front of my eyes, and then said:
"You have everything, right?"
"Well, it's all there."
Marais picked up the wine glass and sniffed the fragrance of the undead ale. She pursed her lips. There were four boxes stacked in the corner of the bar. The senior agent said:
"There are three boxes of information, and one box contains materials. As agreed, I cut off half of it. The weapons you want to forge won't use that much anyway."
"good!"
The dwarf didn't say much. He raised his glass and said to Marais:
“A pleasure to work with!”
"Wait, it's not over yet."
Marais did not clink the glasses. She looked at the dwarf, then picked up a scroll from her hand and handed it to him:
"This is the follow-up plan. In three days, you will come to Xoroth to clean up the mess. The higher-up means that this world must be preserved as a springboard for Azeroth to enter the stars. The Black Scythe Council should also get
A new order has been issued to establish a semi-permanent star gate in Xonos, while Niscala must also be preserved!"
"IMHO"
After hearing what Marais said, the dwarf frowned and said:
"This is a bit unrealistic. The souls of the demons have returned to the Twisting Nether. It won't be long before the Burning Legion knows about the Dreadscar Rift and the fall of Niscala. By that time, they will definitely come back and rely on the Dark Alliance.
It is impossible to defend three places at the same time. According to the most pessimistic view, we may not be able to defend even one."
"So it's not just you!"
The senior agent snorted:
"The specific actions are all in the scroll. I'm just conveying the orders from above. The stars are so big that you can't just rely on you to explore them. The Justice League said that it wants to protect the world, so it can't just talk about it. There are also those neutral organizations, Withering
Or, the Earth Ring, those nasty assassins, and those crazy goblin syndicates who want to make money, do you understand what we mean?"
"The era of warriors crawling on the earth, looking up at the stars and fantasizing is over. They must learn to step into the stars, whether they want to or not!"
Marais took a sip of the strong undead ale, coughed, and said to the dwarf:
"Your mission is to guide them into this battlefield. In the words of the boss, it is to train troops! With the power of Azeroth gathered, if you can't even defend these three places, then your existence will not be enough.
It makes so much sense.”
Lord Kurtaz was silent for a moment. Finally, he put away the scroll and nodded to Marais:
"Okay, we'll give it a try."
"try?"
The senior agent looked at the undead in front of her with a mocking look. She stretched out her finger and circled it on the table. She whispered:
"It seems that you have been away from the Dark Blade for too long and have forgotten our code of conduct."
“Do it or don’t do it! Didn’t give this option a try!”
"Anyway, I've given you something, don't let him down!"
After saying that, Marais stood up, raised the wine glass, clinked it with the dwarf's wine glass, and whispered:
“A pleasure to work with!”
The Dark Blade agents filed out under the leadership of Marais. They will return directly to Azeroth through the rift in the dead world. The "finishing" work of the Scourge Knight on the world of Xoroth is still in progress. No one will know that the Dark Blade agents
Blade is involved in it, just like no one knows that Dark Blade is protecting Azeroth in its own way.
In the quiet Devil's Tavern, Lord Kurtaz drank up the undead ale in the cup. He stretched out his stubby fingers and opened the scroll in his hand inch by inch. He looked at the framed text. After a few minutes,
, the great knight shrugged:
“It’s crazy”
"You're late!"
On the top floor of Niscala's demon fortress, looking at the belated arrival of Lord Kurtaz, the great warlock Kel'Thuzad said with great dissatisfaction:
"You kept us waiting for you for more than an hour! Everyone's time is precious!"
"Then maybe I should say I'm sorry?"
The dwarf pulled out a special chair and stepped on the railing to sit on the high chair to ensure that his eyes were parallel to the other two people. Faced with the great warlock's scolding, the death knight retorted without fear:
"As I said before, you also know why the Order is here, so don't talk about it!"
"Now, tell me, how do you plan to deal with the three battlefields in our hands?"
The dwarf lowered his eyes and said:
"Should you give up? Or stick to it? If you want to stick to it, what's the next plan?"
The deep meaning of this question made the cat-loving warlock narrow his eyes. In the corner where Illidan didn't notice, Kel'Thuzad and Kurtaz looked at each other, and the two men nodded slightly to each other.
.
Illidan, who was kept in the dark, wiped the heavy Fist of Calamity placed in front of him. This was the advanced form of Aldaqi Warblade, the evil energy of Illidan and the power of Toranal the Fearless.
After the fusion of the power of the Aldaqi warriors, the endless potential of this war blade was released. It looked very domineering. Although it lost the shape of the blade, on the battlefield, Illidan waved his fist armor.
But it’s also memorable.
"Illidan, what did you say?"
Grand Warlock Kel'Thuzad asked:
"Do you think we should hold on here and fight against the demons, or give up here and withdraw all our power into the Dreadscar Rift?"
"I don't care!"
The demon hunter was busy communicating and adjusting new weapons. He said impatiently:
"As long as there are demons to hunt, I can be anywhere, so it's up to you to decide!"
"And what do you say? Kurtaz?"
Kel'Thuzad looked at the dwarf in front of him again. The death knight hesitated for a few seconds and said in a dry and hoarse voice:
"I think we should defend these three battlefields! The demons will inevitably counterattack. At that time, we can use this to train new recruits, and at the same time make our soldiers more adaptable to the demons' fighting methods, so as to prepare for the decisive battle in the future.
Prepare, in Azeroth, the power of demons is too weak to allow warriors to truly sense the threat of demons."
The death knight's words made the great warlock nod with satisfaction, and Kel'Thuzad asked deliberately:
"But we are not strong enough! We cannot defend three places at the same time."
"We can call other people to come over and other forces, those neutrals, druids, shamans and assassins, and finally those paladins and priests, we have to unite them, the stars are not only ours, but also theirs.
"
Kurtaz was like playing a double act with Kel'Thuzad. One of them asked questions and the other answered, very fluently. While listening to the plan that was gradually taking shape, Illidan felt a little weird, but he also felt that this was a strange thing.
What the two people said makes sense, and more importantly, instead of hunting down demons in the stars, it is better to stay in one place and wait for the demons to come to your door.
Training!
Yes, this would be a great place to train!
Thus, in the harmony between Kurtaz and Kel'Thuzad, the Dark Alliance's future combat plan was determined.
But now, there is only one question left
How to invite other organizations in Azeroth to help in the battle?