From Marton to Argus, this is a path of stars. The distance between the two sides is unimaginable to mortals. However, the demons have conquered most of the stars. In their ruined territory, there are portals connecting various worlds.
It is very easy to send the demons from one end of the stars to the other end of the stars.
When the Dread Lord Tichondrius returned to Argus after being humiliated in Mardun, it was already several days later. Its Nasrezim army was still in Mardun, although Archimonde was arrogant.
It is said that their help is not needed, but every invasion of the Legion requires Nasrezim to sneak into the target world in advance to collect information and prepare for response. This is already an established practice.
"Hey, Miss Hasabel, you are still as elegant and noble as ever."
The moment he stepped out of the portal, the Dreadlord put away the resentment on his face and bowed politely to the portal manager in front of him, a tall, semi-demon Eredar woman.
Warlock, as she waved her bright red arms, the portals to countless worlds opened or closed. In the teleportation hall of Antorus. The Burning Throne, everything seemed orderly.
Facing Tichondrius's compliment, the portal guardian Ms. Hasabel looked calm. She turned around and stared at Nasrezim with eyes burning with dark green flames. After a moment, perhaps the Dread Lord had always
The previous obedience satisfied her, or maybe she was in a good mood today. In short, when Tichondrius left the hall, the Eredar sorceress Hasabel suddenly said:
"Be careful, Tichondrius, Kil'jaeden is in a bad mood recently..."
This reminder stopped the Dread Lord's progress for a moment. It turned back, looked at Hasabel, and asked in a low voice:
"Oh? So, what puts the fraudster in a bad mood?"
Hasabel did not answer immediately. The Dread Lord narrowed his eyes. The next moment, a soul stone shining with purple light was handed to the portal guardian. The Dread Lord whispered:
"This is the trophy from my last battle with the Legion of Light. Inside is a very interesting soul... and if you get tired of playing with it, it will taste very delicious."
The tall Eredar sorceress took the soul stone and put it to her ear. She heard the soul's unwilling wailing and screaming. The quality of this soul seemed to satisfy her, so she put away the gift and looked around.
Look, he lowered his voice and said:
"A flesh-and-blood monster appeared in Krokuun, which is related to the power of the void. In short, this disaster from heaven makes Kil'jaeden feel very troublesome. You also know that our god Sargeras hates everything related to the void.
It exists, so the fraudster has been thinking about how to deal with that trouble recently. When meeting him, it is best not to mention the void..."
"Well, it does sound bad."
Tichondrius blinked. This information made him a little disappointed. It was of no use to him. However, it was also a good thing to get closer to the demon leader of Argus. So the Dread Lord thanked Hasabel very appropriately.
Then he strode into the depths of the Burning Throne.
The Dread Lord soon arrived on the platform where Kil'jaeden was, and to his surprise, the Great Demon Deceiver didn't seem to have much trouble. When Tichondrius arrived, he was calmly
He looked at the "toy" in his hand with interest.
A soul!
A soul held in the palm of the deceiver's hand, burned by the evil fire, struggling repeatedly but unable to break free. Looking at the posture of the soul, the Dread Lord narrowed his eyes. He had never seen this kind of creature, but it seemed
It's a kind of life called "orc", Draenor... Yes! A specialty of the world of Draenor!
"Come and see this, my faithful Tichondrius!"
Kil'jaeden sat on his burning throne. He waved the soul in his hand, and the orc screamed again. He seemed to be scared and in pain.
"Orc! This is an orc. Ten thousand years ago, it was an orc warrior who accomplished a feat that had never been accomplished by anyone in the stars. That orc slashed the supreme dark titan Sargeras."
Kil'jaeden played with the soul in his hand, and the great demon's eyes shone with the light of conspiracy. He said softly:
"It was at that time that the Dark Titan noticed the orcs. This race has considerable war potential. The most important thing is that their civilization is very young, lacks wisdom and is easy to be tempted, especially in the loyal Talgas belt.
After replying to the news about my brother, Viren, I suddenly felt that fate was so magical..."
Tichondrius stayed quietly under the throne and did not interrupt rashly. It knew very well that the great demon was in a state of contentment at this time and did not need its approval at all. It only needed to quietly listen to Kil
Just the plot that Gadan has already conceived is enough.
"My brother who abandoned everything and fled to the star sea, Velen...the lucky man who is loved by the Holy Light, he is also in the world of orcs!"
A hint of gloom flashed in Kil'jaeden's eyes. He chuckled a few times and said:
"So I quietly went to that world. I watched my brother naively want to live in peace with the orcs. How could this be allowed? The betrayer must suffer the same betrayal. He must feel what I suffered when he betrayed me.
That pain!"
"But it's a pity...the plan to use orcs to disrupt Azeroth failed. An unexpected factor, Gul'dan, a humble and hateful ant, stole my victory and let Archmon
That idiot De has the upper hand, but it doesn't matter...it doesn't matter, the temporary failure is nothing. In Gul'dan's encounter, I saw something else!"
The burning wings behind the Deceiver opened at this moment, as if stretching his muscles, and then closed quickly. He stood up, walked to the side of the Dread Lord, and put the soul in his hand into Tichondrius's hand.
"Do you know what I saw when Gul'dan died?"
The Dread Lord shook his head, and Kil'jaeden whispered:
"I saw a power that has been ignored by us, that is, the power that exists around us. After the demons destroyed countless worlds, those cold, lifeless corpses were randomly thrown into the ruins of the world. This
This is wrong, my servant Tichondrius, this is a waste!"
"The death knight who killed Gul'dan with his own hands, I saw another possibility in him! It is a power that is not weaker than the demons at all, and the most important thing is that it can be held in our hands!
"
"die?"
Tichondrius savored the word, and after a moment, he raised his head and looked at the big demon: "This sounds a little weird, my master, the Burning Legion does not lack soldiers..."
"No, you are wrong!"
Kil'jaeden looked at his subordinates and said in a deep voice:
"Your and my common master, the god of the Burning Legion, the powerful Lord Sargeras needs soldiers! In the eternal war with the void, it needs every ounce of power that can be used. On the front line of our battle with the void,
In those worlds where the power of the void exists... think about that scene, the demons and the servants of the void are fighting crazily. The demons will not be killed outside the twisted void, but our front is still pressed by the void.
Defeat!"
"Archimonde was blinded by his power, and his thinking was constrained by past failures. He always thought that everything would be perfect after conquering Azeroth, but is this really the case?"
Kil'jaeden snorted coldly:
"He is wrong! Azeroth is indeed very important, but the power of the void that permeates the stars is the Legion's biggest enemy. Whoever can help Lord Sargeras defeat the void will receive his supreme reward. In his
Occupy a truly high position in the new world created...even, even given to become a god like him!"
Tichondrius's body trembled. The clever Dread Lord seemed to understand what Kil'jaeden meant. The latter reached out and patted the Dread Lord on the shoulder, lowering his voice to accept the opportunity.
"This soul is the guy we can find who knows the most about death knights and the power of death. He begged me for mercy in the fire and was willing to serve us. Take him to Azeroth, Tichondrius, and let him serve.
We form the undead army belonging to the Burning Legion... The world destined to perish will become the testing ground for this new power... I will use the results of the undead army in Azeroth to show Lord Sargeras that I,
Kil'jaeden, I am his most trustworthy lieutenant!"
"But how to show the superiority of the undead?"
Tichondrius looked at the orc soul in his hand, and it whispered: "If Archimonde destroys that world, then our experiments will be meaningless."
"Stupid! How stupid!"
Kil'jaeden glanced at his subordinates with dissatisfaction, and said in a deep voice:
"Use your evil wisdom to think about it. Why is Lord Sargeras determined to destroy Azeroth, even launching an expedition across the stars? That world... that world that breeds star souls is not pure! You
Understand? The power of the void has already taken root in that world!"
"I see!"
Tichondrius's eyes lit up and he said in a deep voice:
"The power of the void that drives the undead to clear that world, even if Archimonde successfully destroys the civilization of that world, the final victory, the most valuable victory, still belongs to us!"
"The void is the Legion's biggest enemy..."
The Dread Lord recited these words and nodded towards Kil'jaeden:
"Don't worry, sir, I know what to do!"
"Well, let's go then."
The fraudster waved his hand:
"Of course, you are still serving Archimonde's attack in name. Don't let him discover our purpose... Hehe, with all the muscles in his head, he probably won't be able to discover it!"
Tichondrius quickly left the Burning Throne, Kil'jaeden found a way to please Sargeras, the Deceiver seemed very happy, and the anger he had felt when he was mocked by Archimonde disappeared, but when he stepped back onto the platform
At that moment, a battle report was received from Eredar Admiral Sfrax.
Kil'jaeden suddenly felt that the fel fleet led by this admiral, who had lived in the Peace of Argus until now, was unable to destroy the flesh-and-blood monster entrenched in Krokuun.
Waves of headache.
The Deathwing that hit the land of Krokuun was already very weak after experiencing the long torture of the void storm. At first, no one took it seriously, but the attack that followed caused
When trouble comes, no matter how many times the demons tear the flesh-and-blood creature's body apart, it will revive again within a very short period of time, and every time it dies, its sanity will become weaker and weaker.
"Deathwing? What a strange name is this... It looks like a dragon from Azeroth, but how could a weak dragon turn into such a difficult monster?"
Kil'jaeden crossed his fingers and sat on his throne, squinting his eyes and thinking about the questions in his mind.
"Azeroth...how many secrets are hidden in your weird world? But the Titans protecting you have been captured by their masters. How long can you hold on during the Legion's overwhelming offensive?
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"Oh, there is only destruction... As endless time passes slowly, everything will die, even death itself... will die!"
Compared with Archimonde, the Deceiver doesn't like to fight head-on. He is more accustomed to using cunning wisdom to solve problems, but the flesh-and-blood monster that fell from the sky has completely lost its mind after being torn to pieces many times.
There is no way to communicate at all, and hidden deep in the world of Argus, the infiltration power of the void is strengthening the monster's power little by little. If it continues to drag on, things will only get worse.
"Bang"
The great demon finally made a decision. He punched the armrest of his throne, with a ferocious look in his eyes. The eredar warlock standing outside the throne quickly conveyed the Deceiver's order to every part of the entire fortress.
corner:
"Let the Witch Council speed up the process of corroding the Titan's soul! Let Kingaros shape the Titan's body as quickly as possible!"
"The Dark Pantheon that the master is looking forward to, as long as the dark titan Aggrama wakes up, or the fallen star soul Argus wakes up, this flesh and blood monster will be dead no matter how difficult it is..."
