A sound similar to the roar of thunder and lightning sounded in the last super large teleportation array in the distant world of Argus. Along with the energy surge inside the magic array, the surface of the swirling green teleportation gate swayed like water waves, moving between space and space.
In the interlacing, the figure of the Dread Lord Tichondrius once again appeared in this heavily guarded teleportation array.
There was a hint of exhaustion in its eyes...
From Azeroth all the way back to Argus, you have to pass through 39 teleportation nodes controlled by the Legion and span more than 17 galaxies. This journey, even if calculated based on the coordinates between the stars, is difficult to use.
A long journey that can be described in words is even more extraordinary than a distance that can be measured by human civilization.
And just the weight of civilization represented behind this trip is enough to make any planetary civilization feel despair. No, no, no, those low-level civilizations who can only look up at the stars on the earth cannot even understand this kind of despair.
Because if they understood the meaning of this trip of the Fear Lord Tichondrius, they would no longer try their best to resist the power of the legion, surrender immediately, and surrender the world they live in and their beloved hometown with both hands.
, is the best choice they can and should make.
But the struggle between low-level civilization and high-level civilization can burst out the flames that interest observers. Only in this kind of war between ants and giants can a real miracle break out, and behind a real legend
, are supported by countless such near-impossible miracles.
"Hey, my dear Hasabel, your new hair style is really beautiful."
Tichondrius moved the wings carrying evil energy on his back. He approached the halberd and stayed in the center of the portal, guarding the guardians of the portal system from several galaxies behind him with a calm and indifferent attitude.
Ms. Hasabel, a high-level demon promoted from the Eredar people, has beautiful hooves decorated with dark jewels, a seductive little tail, and the graceful and graceful figure that is iconic to the Eredar people. Of course,
Finally, there are those big, charming eyes and the shiny horns on the top of his head.
The Dread Lord's fingers habitually placed on Ms. Hasabel's slender waist. The latter glanced at him with a trace of ridicule on her lips:
"If you don't keep your dirty hands away, soon you won't have to use them."
"Don't be like this, my little cutie..."
Tichondrius flicked his fingers, and a perfect black soul stone fell into the palm of Ms. Hasabel. Like all women who saw jewelry, the guardian of the portal of Argus placed the soul stone in front of his eyes.
After looking at it, the Dread Lord's finger patted the Ereda Demon's buttocks somewhat frivolously, and then gave her an ambiguous look.
"Let's have a drink tonight, my dear."
Faced with this frivolous invitation, the portal guardian snorted. She stretched out her hand to tear open the space, threw the perfect soul gem into the space bag where she kept her things, then flicked her tail, like a whip, and threw the
The dishonest hand of Kedios opened.
"For the sake of this pretty good gift, I'll give you 10 seconds. What do you need my help with?"
"readily!"
The Nasrezim Dreadlord looked around, then approached the portal guardian with an ambiguous gesture, and said something in her ear with purple jewels. The next moment, the high-level Eredar Demon Lord Ha
Sabel's big eyes narrowed.
She thought for more than ten seconds, then pushed the Dread Lord aside, folded her arms, and said playfully:
"Not enough! This thing is too risky. You are asking me to betray the Deceiver. Do you know how much risk I have to take? Do you think that a Soul Diamond can buy me off? I am the Deceiver's most loyal guard!
"
Although she spoke high-sounding words, the portal guardian's eyes shone with an inexplicable light, and her fingers rubbed together, which was obviously a gesture universal to all stars.
The meaning is simple... increase the price! Otherwise I won't help!
Tichondrius secretly cursed the woman as a greedy fool, but it had to make sacrifices. The task assigned to it by Cassanatil was too important, and the passage to the temple to meet the Dark Titan was right before its eyes.
This woman has it in her hands, so now is not the time to be stingy.
"Shua"
"for you!"
Something was thrown to Ms. Hasabel, who took it in her hand and found that it was something similar to a fragment of a weapon. It looked like the remains of a heavy sword, but just by touching it, you could feel the connotation in it.
The power he came from, although weak, was nothing special.
"This is?"
Hasabel looked up at Tichondrius, who rolled his eyes, lowered his voice, and explained:
"These are the fragments of the Dragon King's Blade. The great demon Kazzak had been trying to collect these things before he died in the battle. His most loyal subordinate, the demon king Kurul, is still in Azeroth pursuing all the fragments. Don't
It seems that it only comes from a small world, but the raw materials used to make it are contaminated with the original power from the Titans. Mortals call them "legendary weapons". In our opinion, it is certainly not legendary, but it is better than what you are using now.
This shit is much better."
The portal guardian put the golden fragment in her hand in front of her eyes and looked at it. In the halo of the sharp blade fragment, she saw her own eyes. She blew on it and then put it to her ear. She clearly understood
I heard the echo from this fragment, which was the echo of power.
Although this Eredar woman was promoted to a demon, the desire for strength and power in her heart not only did not become weak, but became stronger with the surge of evil energy. A trace of greed flashed in her eyes, and she flipped her fingers.
, the golden fragment disappeared. She flicked her tail and looked at the Dread Lord in front of her. After a moment, she hooked her fingers.
"You only have 10 minutes...and don't expect me to help you deal with the fraudster, so just hope you are lucky enough, and the guardian of the temple, that guy doesn't recognize any relatives, even I can't get too close
it."
"Enough!"
A trace of relaxation flashed in Tichondrius's eyes. In front of him, Ms. Hasabel inserted her halberd between the special cracks on the platform. After it completely fit, she turned the weapon over, making a clicking sound similar to a mechanical collision.
Echoing in this hall, in the shining of green evil energy, an oval energy gate opened in front of the two people.
"Go, remember to go straight and be careful not to disturb those crazy witches of destruction!"
Hasabel showed a weird smile to Tichondrius. She stuck out her tongue and licked her purple lips. She said maliciously:
"I heard that the group of destructive witches seem to be very interested in the deceitful instincts of your Dread Lord!"
Tichondrius originally wanted to say a few words to show his grace, but when he thought of the piercing echoes of screams he heard deep in the burning throne, he couldn't help but shudder.
, and then quickly rushed through the oval portal that opened in front of him.
"Humph, a rich fool!"
Seeing Tichondrius disappear into the portal, Ms. Hasabel swung her tail happily and pulled out her weapon, the key to open the portal, from the crack. She said to herself
explain:
"We have to find a way to get all the good stuff out of it..."
But before the lady finished speaking, a hot claw that resembled a human hand and was decorated with a golden ring of flame quietly pressed on her shoulder, causing Hasabel to subconsciously
When he turned around, he saw the deceiver standing there like a shadow behind him.
The red tentacles on Kil'jaeden's chin were beating. This terrifying-looking demon, whose whole body was like flames, stood in the shadows. It moved the huge dark red wings on its back, and its eyes that were burning with flames used a
He looked like a cat playing with a mouse, staring at the trembling Eredar Demon Lord in front of him.
Under the gaze of the Deceiver, the portal guardian was filled with fear and half-knelt on the ground tremblingly. She had been serving the Deceiver since the Eredar people had not yet fallen. She knew the character of this master very well.
So, she thought she was dead.
However, the fraudster did not kill him. On the contrary, he stretched out his fingers, lifted Hasabel's chin, and raised the head of the eredar demon lord. He leaned down and whispered in Hasabel's ear,
He asked softly in a lover's voice:
"Come, tell me... what did that bitch from Cassanatil tell you."
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On the other side, on the road leading to the Burning Temple, Tichondrius hurried forward without knowing that his whereabouts had fallen into the eyes of the deceiver.
It walked with some fear in the palace that was as grand as the legendary Pantheon in front of it. The Dread Lord is nearly 5 meters tall. For humans, it is already an out-and-out giant. However, it walked in this palace.
, but like a little mouse entering the kingdom of giants, this shows how huge this palace is.
This palace is not like the dark and exaggerated style of the Burning Legion buildings, but has a restrained temperament, and every part of the palace is covered with gold foil, and those weird sculptures are decorated with priceless gems at its feet.
It is a plank road like glass. Under the plank road, there is an endless rolling scorching flame. It is the flame from the center of Argus, constantly changing between dark green and red.
The light that symbolized destruction illuminated the temple, shrouding it in a dark red light.
But the further they go, the slower Tichondrius steps... It is a high-level demon of the Burning Legion, but it also has something to fear, especially in the legion base camp of Argus, which symbolizes the endless power of the legion.
At the top of the Burning Throne, in the temple that can communicate with the Dark Titan, it is said that there is one of the most terrifying guardians.
Very few people have seen the true appearance of this guardian. According to the rumors of the legion demon, although it belongs to the legion, it hates demons extremely. Any demon who dares to step into the temple without being summoned, no matter how powerful, will be killed.
He was easily killed by it with a huge sword that was like a blazing blazing sky, and even his soul had no chance of returning to the twisted void.
It is said, just said, that those are the Dark Titan's most trusted lieutenants. The Deceiver Kil'jaeden and the Defiler Archimonde are not the Dark Titan's confidants at all. They and the endless demons of the Burning Legion are both in the eyes of the Dark Titan.
Just dispensable cannon fodder and victims, meaningless scum.
"Haha, it's fake..."
Tichondrius stood at the steps of the highest temple, sweat appeared on its forehead. It didn't know whether it should step on this step. It was thinking about those nonsense and terrifying rumors in its heart. As the best at fabricating
The lying Nasrezim demon, Tichondrius must know the groundless truth. The fact that such rumors can spread means that there must be some clues in this temple.
But it's already here, which means there's no turning back.
At this moment, the fear demon lord was swaying in his heart like a mortal full of fear. He cheered himself up, then gritted his teeth and stepped onto the first step of the shining staircase.
"Very good, no reaction...I knew it."
After waiting for several minutes, no vision came, which made Tichondrius feel reassured. It quickly walked up the stairs. In front of it was a large platform suspended among the stars, with nothing on it.
things.
However, the moment Tichondrius stepped onto the platform, a tall figure, a black shadow nearly 30 meters high, stepped out of a ball of bursting flames, and the terrifying wave lingering on the black shadow
The momentum captured the demon lord in front of him in an instant. It was a scorching momentum like the eruption of a volcano of doomsday, and even demons with extremely high flame resistance could not bear it.
Tichondrius suddenly let out a scream like a woman. It tried to escape, but the heavy momentum pressed down on it like a ten thousand-foot mountain, making it unable to move.
It could only watch helplessly as the black figure raised his hands. At the moment when his hands were closed, a huge war sword that seemed to have been quenched in magma appeared above the black figure's head and was held in his hand. It was a strange sword.
The broken sword was broken at one third of the blade, but what stretched out from the blade was like a strange flame, burning the blade as if it were real.
Just staring at the battle sword, the Dread Lord felt his mind swaying, and the next moment, the battle sword whizzed down, with nowhere to hide and nowhere to escape. This sword locked Tichondrius to dodge.
In the space, a cold feeling emerged in its heart. No matter where it fled, this sword would strike it, destroying its soul.
"ah!"
At this moment of death, Tichondrius screamed and threw out the things he had hidden in the space, then hugged his head and huddled on the ground, his outstretched wings trembling like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered.
Same.
But the next moment, a sudden surge of blue light appeared in front of the Dread Lord. Tichondrius couldn't help but open his eyes. He looked up, and the burning sword as huge as a hill stopped in the distance.
Less than 3 meters away, the scorching sensation made it feel as if it had been thrown naked into the Doomsday volcano. However, it did not dare to let out even a groan.
In the air in front of it, the stone Hammer of Khaz'goroth floated up and down in the hot air, as if an invisible hand was holding it.
"interesting..."
A low voice sounded on this platform. After hearing the voice, the Dread Lord lay directly on the ground. It did not dare to raise its head again. It knew... The Dark Titan was alarmed, and the gods served by the Burning Legion came.
