When he first set out from Marton, he thought it was just an armed march. It was the same as the previous steps to conquer countless worlds. He found a suitable place, opened the legion portal, attracted an endless army of demons, and completely overwhelmed this sad place.
world.
According to the information they collected, there is no force in the world of Draenor that can resist the Legion's invasion.
But the night the Warlock arrived in Draenor, reality slapped him hard.
On the cold and barren land of Frostfire Ridge, in the sneaky darkness, the undead rushed out from all directions and surrounded the bewildered eredar warlocks in the snow. Under the strangulation of those cold death knights,
In the 5-man team that came to Draenor with the warlock, he was the only one left to escape the battlefield.
And on his waist, there is a "memento" left by the Death Knight.
This was a wound cut by a rune sword filled with cold light. If the warlock was unlucky, the sword would directly cut off his body. The most terrible thing is that in the flash of sword light and sword shadow, the warlock
With the help of the light of the magic fire, he saw the face of the attacker.
That was a Draenei... Those miserable fellow refugees, her blue skin, the horns on her head, and the tail on her back all proved it, except for her body... that was a dead body,
The cold light shining in those eyes made him shudder
He saw with his own eyes that the Draenei death knight was pierced by the three demon guards, but he was killing them as if he was not affected at all. With the mighty zombie tide that obeyed her, the warlocks were killed.
The summoned demon was completely overwhelmed.
It was a shameful failure. The most shameful thing was that he was chased by the Draenei death knight, like a hound chasing its prey, until he escaped to Hellfire Peninsula...
"Pooh"
The eredar warlock spat out bloody saliva, and the wound on his waist began to hurt again. The death knight's blade must have been contaminated with some evil power, and the contaminated disease was integrated into his blood.
Evil energy is also difficult to dispel.
"Where did those damn undead come from? How come I didn't know that the Draenei besides believing in the Holy Light, also played this kind of trick."
He murmured to himself, and soon, in front of his eyes, a complete summoning circle had been constructed. The obedient Gangerge demons smashed several magic gems into pieces, accompanied by dark green magic energy "
"Flowing" to the magic circle on the ground, the dark green light was like a candle lit in the darkness. During the gleaming light, the chaotic magic power was drawn from the ground and filled the surroundings of the magic circle.
The warlock took a step forward, and his two new companions... the warlocks who also escaped from the death knight's pursuit. They were divided into triangles, standing in three places of the magic circle, and at the same time they stirred up the energy in their bodies.
The evil energy connects to the distant world of Marton beyond the boundless void, where the devil's vanguard army is ready, and they are about to set foot on this world.
"Warlord Arathius, we call you and your legion. The intelligence of this world has been collected, come on!"
The magician shouted:
"Come and conquer it for the Legion!"
"Whoosh"
As soon as he finished speaking, a whistling bone arrow shot out from the shadows behind him, piercing the head of an unlucky demon guard cleanly. Hot blood and disgusting brains burst out from the wound and sprinkled on the ground.
Behind the warlock, he turned his head in confusion and saw the death knight coming out of the hillside behind him.
The familiar figure riding on an armored horse, the broken horn, and the heavy black armor.
Yrel threw the war bow in her hand to the death knight beside her. She pulled out the war hammer from behind and pulled up the reins. The death horse let out a low roar at midnight, carrying the heavily armored knight like a charging beast.
Knocking away the two demon guards blocking the way, when Yrel's war hammer hit the chest of the frightened eredar warlock, she whispered:
"What a pity, it was you I was targeting..."
"Kill them all!"
After Yrel rushed out of the position, the tall and short death knights quickly summoned their horses, and also rushed out with their boss. Behind them, a dozen people rushed over after receiving the news.
The charge of these dozen high-level death knights was too sudden. Before the demons could react, the cold blades of the death knights had already fallen on them.
However, Yrel arrived a little late. The magic circle activated by the warlocks could no longer be stopped. The violent magic power formed a huge dark green gate in the space in front of him in the interlacing of the rotating magic circles.
It is very unstable and cannot allow too many demons to pass through. This is obviously just a ritual to summon the advance army.
In the distant broken world of Marton, the demon vanguard, cruel Arathius looked back at the hundreds of elite demons and dozens of eredar warlocks who were ready to go, and he nodded with satisfaction.
Alasius is an Eredar and was once an officer in the world of Argus. After accepting the evil energy, his originally ordinary life seemed to have opened another door. He fanatically brought demons and demons with him.
His former compatriots invaded one world after another, like a mad dog, keen on brutal killing and destruction. Wherever he went, everything was razed to the ground by the flames of war.
This cruel style gave him the name "Cruel" in the legion, and Arathius liked this name very much. He liked to have his subordinates call him "Arathius the Cruel", which sounded similar to "The Deceiver".
Similar to the "Polluter", he is an eredar with lofty ideals, and he longs for a higher status and recognition.
And this time when he invades Draenor, he will use destruction and death to prove himself!
"Follow me, warriors of the Legion!"
Alasius raised his left arm, and between his dark red fingers, evil lightning flashed, quickly forming a ferocious energy battle axe. He shouted loudly:
"Conquer this world for the Dark God!"
"charge!"
After the words fell, Alasius was the first to pass through the portal. After the poor performance of the spinning and dizziness inherent in the world portal, the Cruel One's hooves stepped on the ground of Hellfire Peninsula.
Unexpectedly, his appearance did not attract any fanatic or fearful calls from the pioneers. This kind of silence made Alasius a little disappointed. Listening to those calls was one of his few hobbies.
But soon, the pungent smell of blood rushed into Alasius's nostrils. The moment the first demon behind him stepped out of the teleportation, Alasius raised his head and saw that not far from the teleportation gate,
The death knights set up an ambush circle.
At the front of the mighty sea of the undead, Yrel, who was riding on a war horse, also saw the tall Eredar warrior rushing out of the portal. She waved her hand, and the thing in her hand was
It flew across the sky and hit Alasius at his feet.
It was a series of demon heads that were strung together, and the look on the smashed head of the eredar warlock was particularly horrifying.
"My former compatriots..."
Yrel swung the warhammer, and behind her, the death knights all drew their weapons. She stared at Arathius and said in a hoarse and low voice:
"Welcome to... Hell!"
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"The scattered demons opened at least 17 portals at the same time! 7 of them are concentrated in Hellfire Peninsula?"
On the rooftop of the Dark Temple, Lord Darkblade was listening to the latest information.
Tyrion sat on his cold throne, and Alleria lay in his arms, eyes closed, as if asleep. Tyrion listened to the reports of his subordinates in the spiritual link. Just now
At that moment, almost identical messages were sent back from all over the world.
"Frostfire Ridge, Talador, Arak Peaks, over the Shadowmoon Sea, and near the lava pits of Gorgrond... It seems that the demons have finally made up their mind."
The death knight gently stroked Alleria's hair. In the spiritual link, he responded to the reports of his subordinates:
"Kill the advance troops and then return to their respective fortresses. The stable portal has not been established yet, and the main force of the demons has not yet appeared. Remember the tactics we discussed before. My request is very simple, and there is only one!"
Tyrion moved his fingers in the air a few times, and he mentally strengthened his voice:
"Before I kill the demon commander, I cannot let them break through the geographical blockade and join together... separate them! No matter what the cost! The time has come to test the quality of the Dark Blade Knight, brothers and sisters, this will be
It was a very difficult battle, but the victory belongs to us, there is no doubt about it!”
"Grokush, Saurfang and Serent, you have all questioned my original intention of establishing the Dark Blade Knights. In this battle, you will see all this... Our legion has always been
We are not fighting against living people. Living people are weak and not worth mentioning. Our goals and our sacrifices are all for today!"
The voice of the death knight lord resounds in the heart of every high-level knight through the spiritual link. There is no impassioned spirit, no courage that living people admire, but only cruelty and bone-cutting hatred.
"The devil's conspiracy killed us all. Today is the time for revenge... They want to break into my world. They want to destroy everything about us. Now, as the high lord of the Dark Blade Knights, I order
! All Dark Blade Knights, use your swords and your suppressed anger to drive the devil out!"
"As you command!"
For a time, more than 2,000 voices sounded in his mind at the same time, causing Tyrion's fingers to tighten at this moment. He had not breathed for a long time, took a deep breath, and held Alleria in his arms.
Picking her up, the latter opened her eyes, and a blood-red light flashed in her eyes.
"Is there going to be a war?"
Alleria asked in a low voice. Tyrion stretched out his fingers and smoothed his lover's long hair. He nodded and said softly:
"Protect the Dark Temple, Alleria, stay here and wait for news of my victory."
After saying that, after death, the death knight took the initiative to kiss his lover's lips for the first time. He hugged Alleria tightly, and the ranger responded enthusiastically. After a moment, the two separated, and Tyrion walked forward a few steps.
At the next step, the dark red body of the huge undead dragon Deathstroke has appeared on the platform of the Dark Temple.
The high lord was riding on the neck of Deathstroke. He turned around and waved to Alleria. The next moment, amid the deep roar of the undead dragon, the magic sword Apocalypse suddenly unsheathed, and the strong wind blew Tyrion's gray hair.
In the roar of the death knell beating the bone wings, several heavy doors in the lower level of the Black Temple were pushed open. The death raven and the undead dragon flapped their wings like birds leaving the nest, carrying the fully armed death knights.
, following the leader.
With the indifferent and calm attitude of the undead, rush to the battlefield!
There is no roar of the people, no flowers flying, no ribbons fluttering in the wind, there is only the coldness lingering in the sky, the dark storm that sweeps everything, some are just cold hearts that are as solid as rocks, and some are just cold hearts.
There is deathly silence, and some are just endless chills.
On the rooftop of the Dark Temple, Alleria stood there. The wind blew the corners of her clothes and her dark golden hair. She watched Tyrion's figure disappear into the sky. In her blood-red eyes,
Full of pride.
"I know that you are different from what they said... My lover, both in front of and after death... is a true hero."
Alleria reached out and brushed her long flowing hair behind her ears. As the shadows fluttered behind her, the three fully armed watchers and nearly a hundred dark rangers walked onto the rooftop and stood behind Alleria.
The expressionless Nasa handed Alleria a heavy war bow, and another watcher sent a set of bright red chain armor and a cloak.
"If Tyrion knew that I did not protect you, but ran out to fight under your leadership..."
Nasa whispered:
"He will definitely kill me."
"But our lives are connected, Nasa, and do you think I will be a wife who quietly waits for her husband to return?"
Alleria reached out and flicked the bowstring of the war bow. Amidst the buzzing sound, she closed her eyes:
"I just don't want to be like before, Nasa, waiting for desperate news. I don't want to be a burden to him. That's all. Are you willing to be my comrade and companion? Nasa, there is no one more suitable than us.
We are fighting side by side, there is no need to worry about betrayal and threats, and we are connected with each other. I know you hate him and hate him for turning you into what you are now..."
"But one day, you will see the meaning of all this. He is not evil. Although he always talks about revenge and conquest, you also see that he is actually kinder than most kings... a cunning man.
Would an evil person be so brave to fight against a dangerous demon?"
The Blood Watcher moved her wrist, and the sharp thorn blades were looming under the cover of the bright red cloak that covered her body. After a few seconds, the Watcher stepped back slightly, lowered his head and said: