The power of the Scepter of Sargeras is shocking. This weapon not only projected the Legion Gate over Dalaran, but at the request of the Defiler, he also projected it over every city and every large city in the world.
, all have dark green Legion Gates that represent endless destruction. It is obvious that the Polluter has very strong ambitions, and he is not satisfied with the Legion's attack in one direction.
After getting the Scepter of Sargeras, the victory he dreamed of was right in front of him, the kind of victory that would destroy everything, the kind of victory that would destroy everything.
And the legion he commanded also had this ability. The vast demons in Marton were waiting for the portal to open, and they couldn't wait to carry out a hearty massacre.
But now... not yet.
Even with the help of the Scepter of Sargeras, the magic nodes underground in Dalaran cannot support the opening of so many portals. Therefore, the first batch of Legion Gates to be opened can only be limitedly distributed in a few important cities.
Above.
This was somewhat disappointing to the Defilers, but the Nathrezim under the command of Kasanatir had done the best they could, and frankly, even exceeded Archimonde's expectations.
The Defiler also knew very well that unlike Tichondrius, Kasanatil was not a weakling who would be manipulated by him and Kil'jaeden, at least until he won a great victory in Azeroth and was cleansed.
Before the legion gained the favor of the Dark Titan after its humiliating defeat ten thousand years ago, he did not intend to have unnecessary disputes with Cassanatir.
Because there is something more important and precious waiting for him to get it.
"The World Tree...the crystallization of Azeroth's ten thousand years of magic, the real "good thing"..."
Under the reflection of the stars, the Defiler leaned on the throne made of endless white bones, holding the tender fingers of the World Tree in his hand. In his eyes shining with dark green evil fire, there was full of greed.
"The portal is opening, Defiler. It will probably take a while before the portal is expanded enough to allow you to enter in your complete body."
Tichondrius, the first lord who was removed from the frontline battlefield due to poor command, stood in front of the throne of the Defiler. His face was full of humility, without even a trace of resentment.
But the Defiler knows very well that the Nasrezim are a group of small-minded people, and the loyal bitch of the fraudster in front of him is even more careful, so the Defiler will not let it leave his eyes, lest this guy will hit him.
Little abacus.
"Then let the vanguard go first! Before I come, pave the way for me with blood and bones..."
The Defiler waved its hand, and its voice spread throughout the land of Broken Star Marton:
"You, Mannoroth, bring your legion through the portal. You will be the vanguard of the legion in Kalimdor, destroying those elves, those elves who brought us shame and failure ten thousand years ago... Let
They feel fear, it makes them scream, it makes them tremble!"
"I'd love to do that! Defiler!"
The powerful and violent Lord of the Abyss, Maronos, known as the "Destroyer", let out a series of wild laughter. It waved the halberd in its hand, splashing a piece of green evil magma, and its mountain-like body was
It walked forward on the ground. As the earth shook and the mountains shook, its body disappeared into the open door of the Legion. Behind it, the manic demons roared forward, and their enthusiasm for destruction even made them themselves.
They began to kill each other, but this internal fighting was not stopped.
The Legion is a symbol of chaos. Only the strongest can be respected. Fighting with each other is not a problem at all.
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The first batch of Legion Gates were opened at random locations, but we all know that randomness means there is a shady secret...
Two Legion Gates were opened in the remote Kalimdor, one was opened in the Borean Tundra of the North to "take care" of the Draenei, and the remaining five were distributed over the Eastern Kingdoms.
, Lordaeron, the Hinterlands and Arathi Highlands were unfortunately affected. There was a small portal in Westfall, and the last one... was arranged in the Black Iron area.
On the one hand, this arrangement is to deceive the Defiler so that he will not see the clues. On the other hand, it is for the unity of the Dark Blade ruling area. As Tyrion said, the Dark Blade Legion and the areas under their control are all contradictions.
It's not just the human empire that needs pressure to unite. Tyrion also needs pressure.
And the "just right" disaster, the action of the undead to protect the living, can effectively eliminate the gap between humans and the undead. The soldiers who have been on the battlefield together have a very close relationship, and it is not other people who made this suggestion to Tyrion.
The person is surprisingly the current Speaker of the Defias Federal District, Edwin Van Cleef.
Politics... Yes, there are dirty political factors in this war.
"What is that?"
Old Jason, who was still very aggressive just now, stared dumbly at the small Legion Gate that opened in the sky of the Western Wilderness. In the shining green light curtain that infected half of the sky, groups of magic bats roared out of the portal.
, closely followed by a tall, winged fear demon, and a small legion battleship.
As a military unit for interstellar operations, the Legion is naturally equipped with starships for landing operations. Although these are somewhat overqualified for use in Azeroth, these starships, combined with the Legion Gate, can move the Legion as quickly as possible.
The troops are spread throughout the world.
In just the blink of an eye, the sky in the Western Wilderness was occupied by magic bats flying everywhere, and under the shining of the teleportation light curtain of the legion battleship, the groups were ferocious and terrifying, something that can only be seen in the most worrying nightmares.
The demons that appeared also stood on the land that once belonged to humans.
Old Jason clenched the shotgun tightly. He tremblingly tried to load the orange bullet into the gun chamber, but failed several times. Under his feet, the three originally ferocious hounds also
Frightened by the devil's breath, he fell to the ground and kept wailing.
Others are not much better. Although these civilians have experienced the invasion of the undead, have also experienced the influence of fantasy technology, and have experienced a life completely different from the past, in essence, they are still a group of honest ordinary people, a group of people who should not step into the world.
When civilians on the battlefield see demons, they will naturally be afraid.
You have to know that the position of demons on the list of "fearful creatures" in fantasy worlds is far beyond that of the undead with human faces.
No matter how crazy or chaotic the story is, no lunatic will describe the devil as a warm-hearted good person...except for special circumstances, of course.
"That's the devil."
Little Sardin waved his hand and firmly caught the bullet that fell from Jason's hand. The young mayor was also scared in his heart, but he knew that he couldn't show it now, so he handed the bullet back to the old man.
Jason then looked back at the entire bunker that was filled with fear. He cleared his throat and said loudly:
"I know that everyone has been complaining that the "exercise" has destroyed everyone's rhythm of life, but it is necessary, and the current situation has proven this... Let me tell the truth, the parliament has known about the devil for a long time.
The news of the invasion, this bunker, and the recent addition of undead warriors are all prepared for this moment."
Little Sardin's voice made the panicked townspeople quiet down. Seeing that others were about to speak, the mayor waved his hand and continued:
"No one needs to worry about their own safety. This bunker and the supplies stored in it are enough to last us until the disaster is over..."
"But our land! The farm, and our home..."
Old Jason's voice became dry:
"Are we going to abandon all this? Obviously...it's obvious that everyone just lived a good life...why, why..."
"Don't worry! Everyone."
Old Sardin, who was standing behind his son, looked back at the situation outside. The old man probably guessed why his son was so calm. He sighed, touched his well-made clothes, and then said to the others:
"The undead army of the Parliament... will protect us. Not only will they protect us, they may not be able to protect our property..."
"Yes! The undead, the undead are definitely not afraid of demons!"
Old Jason took a step forward and grabbed little Sardine's hand:
"Let them come quickly. We pay so much tax every month. Isn't it just to let them complete the military equipment replacement? We need them now!"
The farmer gritted his teeth, looked back at his compatriots behind him, and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Maybe I'm crazy, but... But we don't want to experience the feeling of losing our home again. We, we need those undead! We need them to protect us! To protect our home, this is also their home,
Isn’t it?”
"Don't be afraid, Uncle Jason."
Little Sardin shrugged and pouted at the crowd:
"They are already here! With the power given to me by the Defias Federation, I hereby promise everyone that the devil will not destroy our home... because the Dark Blade is protecting us!"
Old Jason took a few steps forward. He lay down at the observation port of the bunker and looked outside Sentinel Ridge. In the unique wild scene of the Western Wilderness, the death knights with the Dark Blade battle flag appeared in sight.
At the end, behind the heavily armed black undead, there are roaring black tanks, artillery pulled by skeleton horses, and some weird mechanical weapons.
A moment later, the golden heavy artillery on the distant wall of Stormwind City adjusted its direction. Amid the cheers of the people, golden rays shot from the ground to the sky. A legion battleship carrying the demons advanced in dozens of ways.
Under the rays, it was torn apart from the center. Amidst the deafening roars of the people living here, black gunpowder smoke erupted and it crashed onto the ground surrounded by the sea of the undead.
"See, Father, I said..."
Little Sardin stood next to old Sardin and said to his father:
"The king is not worth remembering at all... We can create a better future with our own hands."
"well..."
Old Sardin reached out and patted his son on the shoulder. The loyal veteran of the old era sighed and whispered:
"What I'm worried about is not the Defias Federation... Northern Xinjiang, our compatriots in Northern Xinjiang, we are all human beings... Why should we be forcibly torn into two groups? My son, our compatriots in Northern Xinjiang do not have the protection of the undead.
, they can only use their own bodies to resist the devil... We should help them! The greater our ability, the greater our responsibility!"
"Of course, we will help."
Little Sardin curled his lips and said to his father:
"Only if they are willing to send their king to the gallows..."
The conversation between young Sardin and old Sardin will not be known to too many people, but it does reflect the two kinds of thinking in the Federal District. Of course, we can talk about the collision of these two kinds of thinking later, and ushered in the western wilderness.
At the same time as the demons invaded, above the barren land of the Black Iron Zone and under the dark sky of the Burning Plains, a larger Legion Gate had burst open.
But when the first batch of magic bats rushed into the land, they were unable to find any traces of living creatures on the ground. Instead, there were those black... strange metal creations on the ground, as if facing towards
It looks like densely packed gun barrels in the sky.
"The devil is coming!"
Governor Myra, who was wearing battle armor, stood on the top of Blackstone Mountain. He raised his head, his long hair being blown by the noisy wind. Under this inaccessible land, creatures were observing the war on the plain through the lookout, and
This battle is destined to become the template for a new war in Azeroth.
"Lock the target!"
"aim!"
The invisible voice of the soul echoed in the quiet artillery positions on the plain. This plain has been completely militarized. The cold barrels were slowly pointed towards the planned attack amidst the collision and rotation of engineering bolts and gears.
In the sky and on the ground, behind the cannon barrel, are groups of indifferent and calm undead.
They will not be afraid, no matter they are facing demons or humans...
"emission!"
The moment the first batch of demons appeared on the ground of the Burning Plains, a sound like flint and thunder completely shook the area. Fires and shells bursting from the ground roared across the sky. In the smoke of explosive weapons made of steel,
The moment it enveloped the sky, the demons on the ground were stunned and their bodies were completely torn apart by the scorching explosion.
And those billions of turrets and billions of glorious scenes completely enveloped Myra's vision with a scorching red light curtain, like a creation of steel and gunpowder. Amidst the screams of the surviving demons,
The Blood Lord opened his arms and let his robes rustle in the hot wind.
"Ah... so beautiful..."
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"It's coming."
On a mountainous area on the border of northern Xinjiang, the Dreadlord Kasanatir maintained his human form, standing on the rocks in the appearance of the great knight Turalyon, looking at the sky above Dalaran, and suddenly
The open door of the Legion.
"Why don't you come and sit down, my friend."
Cassanatir waved to Bernholler behind him. In the corner where no one could see, Cassanatir's eyes were filled with a light of great expectation. It gave everything for this moment, and even buried it.
With conscience, it looks forward to seeing the results of its efforts more than anyone else!
"Come on, sit here."
"Join me and witness...the legion's "great victory"."
