The body of the huge monster-like Winged Insect Lord was dragged back by the soldiers and set up in the center of the large platform. This was not only a proof of force, but also a deterrent. After the body was set up, other figures in the sky
The larvae seem to feel some kind of threat, and their activities have become much more cautious and restrained.
After the well-equipped Bloodfang Legion filled the battlefield and defended the Insect Ground Army with the Druids, one-third of the firepower points on the position were released and used exclusively for air defense, which also allowed the Winged Insects to occupy the position.
The threat coming is much smaller.
"First of all, let me explain that we are not here to support your retreat."
Alsace, who was a little tired, took off his helmet and looked at the three commanders at the front line. He glanced at Varian and said softly:
"King Liam has led 70,000 troops to build a position at the entrance to the ruins. They will attract a large part of your firepower. The Bloodfang Legion and the Knights of Lordaeron will also add to the large platform position and the portal of Dalaran.
It is being repaired. Soon, the Fire Wing Legion led by the High Elf Sun King and the Skitarii commanded by the Archbishop of the Holy Light Church will also come to the battlefield in person. You must continue to persist here and attract the attention of the sea of insects! Yue
The more the merrier..."
"We guessed it."
Orc Warlord Brox Saurfang looked at the gray sword in Varian's hand with great interest. The intuition of a top warrior told him that this was definitely a heirloom weapon, but he did not ask.
He turned to look at Alsace:
"Actually, we think so too. After the initial panic, we have realized that if we retreat today, we may never be able to fight back again."
General Halfor and the injured General Shandis Yuyue both nodded. Obviously, the commanders of the frontline positions had already reached an agreement.
"Where's Commander Staghelm?"
Alsace looked around, frowned and asked:
"Did he already..."
"No, it's not."
General Halfor pointed to the passage leading to the Qiraji Temple, which was covered with corpses of insects and soldiers, and said:
"Before you came, Commander Staghelm took a team of druids, Lady Maiev's watchers, agents from MI7, and the nerubians, and went deep into the Qiraji Temple. Staghelm
Worried about the safety of the demigods who rushed into the temple, the nerubians said that they had a way to mitigate the attack of the sea of insects, but the prerequisite was to find the highest mother of Qiraji, the Deconstructor, in the temple.
Call her ‘Queen’.”
"ease?"
Varian, who was sitting aside and wiping his sword, raised his head and looked at Halford:
"Did they succeed?"
The human general shook his head:
"No...the bugs have even become more violent, but this performance also proves that the claims of the spider demons are not groundless. We believe that they should have come into contact with the Queen of Qiraji."
"That's good..."
Varian nodded, and then put the sword back into the scabbard behind his back. He looked at the dark insect nest in front of him, as if leading to hell. Under the black platform of the insect nest, there was a tall other.
Pulling the priest, the body of a figure who looked like a lord was chopped into four pieces and thrown there, with the green blood almost drained.
"I want to go in... As you said, if we retreat today, there will be no possibility of fighting back."
Varian thought about what Genn told him at the beginning, and he moved his wrist and said:
"Today, these bugs must be dealt with... This is our only chance."
As he spoke, he turned back and looked at the commanders and kings behind him:
"Who's coming with me?"
"Shua"
Dozens of gladiators resting next to them stood up immediately. These people were die-hard fans who were impressed by Varian's charisma. They had admired Varian very much in the Black Ghost Chapter, and now they wanted to follow their idol.
Is there anything more exciting than saving the world?
Moreover, these gladiators all know Varian's true identity. He is a king with a noble status. Anyone who has some ideas realizes that this is a job of getting rich and dangerous, but for licking blood on the blade,
For the gladiators, these disgusting insects do not make them feel afraid.
"I'll go with you!"
Arthas held the helmet stained with green insect blood in his arms. He looked at Varian and said with a smile:
"You can't let this fun be snatched away by you alone."
"I'll go too."
The old orc moved his shoulders and looked back at Halford and Shandris:
"I'm a little worried about letting these young people do what they want. Can you two take care of the position?"
"certainly."
Halford nodded, and Shandis Yuyue was silent for a moment, reached out and patted the black sniper rifle on her back, and she said:
"It seems that you need a scout... I have seen General Halfer's ability. He can command the platform position by himself. I will go with you."
"But your injury?"
Arthas looked at the bandage wrapped around Shandris's waist, and the latter shook his head:
"It's just a superficial wound. Don't underestimate the Kaldorei soldiers! Give me some time to treat the wound. We'll set off in 10 minutes."
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"This is not "Queen"! I made a mistake!"
At this time, in the deep darkness of the insect nest, nearly a hundred meters deep underground, covered with disgusting fungus blankets and purple-red horny coverings, the spider demon priest Skris looked at a large moist tunnel under the insect nest.
, the ground outside the underground water pool was filled with clusters of white, hatching insect eggs, and in the center of the "hill" composed of insect eggs, a huge insect was resting.
It was a large insect that looked like a winged insect. It had a body with staggered limbs like a wasp. It was green and covered with strange red patterns. It had a sharp tail nail shining with steel on the back of its abdomen and its forelimbs.
The staggered claw blades represent that this guy is not easy to mess with.
Although it is difficult for other races to distinguish the types of bugs based on their appearance, for the nerubians who had the same ancestor tens of thousands of years ago, the true identity of the Qiraji lord in front of them cannot be hidden from it.
"This is a 'princess'! The hormones it emits prove this...it is not the absolute leader of the Qiraji system."
A glimmer of light flashed in the silver-white compound eyes on the black head of Skreis the Deconstructor. It turned to the watchers, agents, and druids lurking around it and said:
"It is indeed the highest female worm of Qiraji. Just look at the number of eggs around it. It can lay thousands of eggs at a time. After hatching, it will become an elite insect army in an instant. As long as we can
Controlling it can temporarily cause the insect swarm on the ground to cause internal confusion and even start internal strife, but there is a problem..."
"What?"
The deer helmet in the form of a cheetah was hidden in the darkness. He squinted his eyes and asked:
"From what you're saying, things don't seem that simple?"
"Yes, it's not simple, because she is a princess! There is a problem with the Qiraji's reproduction system. This is a problem I have never seen before. Logically, the highest female should be the leader of all Qiraji, but this female in front of me
The bug is obviously not... Above it, there must be a more powerful bug lord controlling the entire bug empire, maybe... the emperor!"
The Deconstructor's forelimbs were waving in the air with some excitement, and its huge and terrifying spiritual power enveloped the surrounding group of people. After distorting the light, even the high-level insect-men wandering around could not detect this group of infiltrators.
"You don't understand the meaning of this to the spider demon... If it is a queen, then as the leader of the insect population, its genes determine that it cannot be transformed, but if it is a princess under the rule, then its genes
Even before it is locked, it may be transformed into the supreme female worm of the nerubian... Aha, the new life of Azjol-Nerubian nerubian is just around the corner... This little beauty..."
Everyone stared blankly at the excited dismantler Skres. The insect people's aesthetic sense was really twisted. The disgusting monster in front of them could actually be called...a little beauty.
Even the most silent watcher, Ms. Maiev, couldn't stand it any longer. She made a loud sound under her helmet:
"I don't pay attention to this, Nerubian... You said that you have a way to deal with the Qiraji! I want to see that way!"
"Yes, I said it, powerful female! Don't be anxious..."
The Spider Demon Priest Skris realized that he was too frivolous. His voice rang in everyone's hearts, and it regained its hoarse, low and mysterious flavor. It said slowly:
"The original plan was to kill the highest female insect and cause chaos in the insect swarm, but now that it has been confirmed that the female insect in front of me is not the queen of the insect swarm, and the Qiraji also has a strange emperor, then the best way is
Directly behead and kill the insect emperor! Then I will try to control the will of the supreme female insect, in order to completely trigger a split within the Qiraji..."
"As long as we control the highest female insect, everyone, the direct descendants of those female insects will obey us... Do you understand? We can completely drive them to attack their compatriots and make them kill each other..."
"Can this really be done?"
Xiao, the leader of the human agents, rubbed his forehead and asked in a low voice: "It sounds very unreliable."
"Don't doubt the greatness of the genes left in our bodies by the Yaqir Empire... As early as the empire period, the nerubians were the aristocracy of the empire, much nobler than the lower classes like Qiraji."
The silver-white compound eyes of Skris, the Deconstructor, shone with a strange light. As it waved its will, the surrounding air became thicker:
"I need a few people to stay and help me contain this Qiraji princess so that I can have time to invade her spirit. The remaining people...I have already sensed that your demigod is in the center of the temple not far ahead.
, it seems to be fighting with huge strength, haha, you'd better help it, of course... you have to be mentally prepared."
The spider demon's last meaningless words made Staghelm and Maiev couldn't help but look at it. A complicated light flashed in the silver-white compound eyes of the Deconstructor, and it whispered:
"I told you that the nerubians of Azjol-Nerub worshiped an ancient god..."
"And what you are about to face is... another god. Huh... wait, someone is coming from behind. It seems... it seems like your reinforcements. I smell... I smell something strange.
The breath is very sharp and depressing..."
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At the same time that Varian was reuniting with the first group of commanders who had sneaked into the temple, Tyrion had just finished fighting an inexplicable battle at an incalculable distance away, to be precise, in another world.
encounter.
The concept of time in the world of death has a very magical characteristic. It is weird and uncountable. In other words, when Tyrion enters the world behind this world, his own time is separated from the time of this world.
, and the great lord's concept of time also became blurred while running around in the endless wilderness of the Realm of Death.
Until now, he was loading the holy silver bullet into the rapid-fire pistol in his hand while frowning and looking at the surrounding environment.
In the absence of a guide, Tyrion's field of vision became very narrow after entering this world. From the point of view, there was only a visual range of less than 20 meters, and the surroundings were filled with strange black mist that was beating endlessly.
The black mist was moving, as if it was purposely blocking Tyrion's vision, and from time to time, crazy dementors rushed out of it, howling and rushing towards the big lord, and then were shot to death by the big lord.
head.
"The Holy Silver Bullet is more powerful than I thought..."
With a "click", the pistol was loaded again. Tyrion stood up. Under his feet lay more than thirty corpses of dementors. This was the most violent siege he had been subjected to since entering the Realm of Death.
But even the great lord himself didn't know why he was suddenly besieged.
Inserting the pistol into his belt, he looked at his left hand. That hand was covered with blue frost, just like when he used Howling Blast, but this time it was not the ice power he actively called out.
, this is the scar left by being attacked by dementors.
The Realm of Death stripped away Tyrion's powerful power, but gave him complete senses. He can breathe, he will feel tired, he will feel pain... he will bleed...
Now his left hand has completely lost consciousness. The dull pain made Tyrion frown. Although it was just a scar that did not affect the battle, it made Tyrion feel that something was wrong. He must find it as soon as possible.
Yuna, leave this place, otherwise his combat effectiveness will be further weakened if he encounters more Dementors.
Or even...really die here.
He shook off the ice on his left hand, put on his gauntlet, and quickly left the battle site. Following his inner feelings, he quickly moved in a specific direction. He could feel that Yuna was there! And!
That girl is now...very panicked and scared.
The high lord touched his fingers to his forehead, feeling the vivid coldness, and said softly:
