In fact, the IQ of the Eredar people has always been online, but the population of the Eredar people is too small.
In other words, the eredar are definitely worth a lot, and if you put them into the entire Burning Legion, they are a minority.
This made Ji'erjiadan and Akmende bald with worry. Even if they were ordered to have three children, the group of salted fish below would not move. There was no other way but to let the succubus series come out.
This has been going on for ten thousand years, and this can be said to be deeply ingrained in the eredar culture.
Unexpectedly, it coincides with the dirty gods. This is very spiritual.
Seeing that the portal was connected, the death squad headed by the dirty god moved.
Just China Unicom, no mobile, no feeling!
As expected, there was an old eredar wizard standing opposite the portal, and beside him were several Doom Guards who were commonly known as "big brothers" among warlock players.
With this as the core, there is a circle of shirtless blue-skinned demon guards outside.
Seeing the unclean gods coming over with blue fat men, succubi and the like, the Eredar wizard didn't pay attention. Instead, he focused on the strips on the chin of [Junchen Tianya] that were made with Cthulhu power.
On the tentacles.
Of course, the essence is different, but in the eyes of the wizard, they look the same. He gave a thumbs up and said in Ereda: "Brother dei! The capital is good!"
[Junchen] bumped his crotch and said proudly: "Of course!", but did not say the second half of the sentence, "I am a man who can do anything."
If they really break the gang, the devil should take action.
The funny thing is, I don’t know if it’s because everyone is in GHS, but when they see the succubus wearing leather belts and turtle shells next to the dirty god across the street, they will smile heartily and wave their hands to let them go.
"You have to report, right? Those little human alliances are causing trouble. The adults are very busy. You can go there yourself."
"Um."
A group of tridents, including succubi, demon guards and other subordinates, totaling more than two hundred numbers, walked into the Legion Fortress in a swaggering manner.
Along the way, many guards glanced at them, but no one suspected them.
Occasionally someone would ask, [Chu Jiayun] would reply: "We have something to report to the boss."
Who is the boss?
The boss is not the boss.
Do you really expect sand sculpture players to remember the names of the bosses in every small place?
When they reached the seventh floor, they were finally stopped in a small mountain valley.
An Eredar wizard raised his hand: "Lord Yovaan is busy, you guys wait here."
A group of sand sculptures looked around, thinking, this poor place could be seen to the end at a glance. There were many guards, and they were all on the surface. It didn't look like there was any curtain, and there were three hundred swordsmen and axemen behind it.
.
Just twenty meters away, a rather tall eredar commander was kneeling on one knee.
Perhaps they have eaten too much fel pie. The eredar demons these days are much taller than the draenei.
The guy who should be [Yorvaan, the Messenger of Death] is 10 meters tall and has wonderful red skin all over his body. He is eager to learn, so he just imitates Archimonde. He wears shoulder armor, belt and calf armor all over his body.
, the torso part and thighs are completely naked and full of philosophical atmosphere.
[Jun Muqi] This guy still has the guts to hum: "If you understand Billy, you are bent."
Yovaan was talking to an eredar in a legion version of the magic mirror. The three-dimensional projection looked high-end and classy at first glance. The person he was talking to was [Warbringer Rathorn].
By the way, because the sound of Jovan's loud conspiracy was too low, about 120 decibels, it turned out that even the sand sculpture players from far away could hear it clearly.
Forget it, this was live broadcast simultaneously at the Throne Conference!
Old man Velen, a first-level translator who is proficient in Ereda, performs simultaneous interpretation, which makes the alliance boss feel a little embarrassed.
This was so smooth for him, so smooth that it seemed fake.
Jovian: "Everything is ready, Warbringer."
Rathorne: "The general attack on the Black Temple is coming soon. You need to deal with those damn humans first. Hurry! Send out all the Hellfires."
"This... we may be vulnerable to counterattack."
"Don't worry, I have increased the output of the Death Forge, and you will have enough hellfire. Don't let me down, Yovaan. Attack at three o'clock in the morning tonight! The hit rate of human artillery will decrease at night."
"Follow your teachings, War Messenger!"
Both sides communicated with each other and even had the specific time and place.
This undefended situation is as easy and comfortable as the ugly country installing bugs in the offices of the prime ministers of its European allies.
During the throne meeting, Tyrande burst into laughter: "So reckless and unprepared..."
Old Jean touched his chin: "Actually, the most difficult part is to hide from the local perception. The profession of warlock... is quite interesting."
Although the alliance openly accepts warlocks, in fact no one is on guard against warlocks.
This operation of the dirty god warlock can be regarded as opening the door to a new world for them.
Afterwards, the dirty god walked over and reported to Yorvaan, saying nothing more than that Auchindoun had been recovered. Yorvaan was not in the mood to listen to the nonsense of these bastard Eredar wizards, and waved his hand: "Go away and help prepare.
Hellfire."
"Uh, okay, I will obey your will!" A group of dirty gods followed the donkey down the slope.
Not long after, the alliance bosses saw a scene that shocked them through real-time live broadcast.
It was a giant platform as big as 30 football fields. On the platform, there were roughly 3,000 hellfires, standing there stiffly, arranged in square formations.
There were so many of them that even the platform was full, and a considerable part of the hellfire had to be placed on the slope of the mountain.
It can be clearly seen that a large number of eredar wizards are busy at this time, activating the evil energy in the magic circle and injecting it into every hellfire stone man.
The hellfire, which was just a mere stone frame a moment ago, immediately became full of fire and murderous after being filled with green evil energy.
Following the field of vision of the [Mage's Eye], it looks like it is boundless.
These are not three thousand pigs, but three thousand hellfires! If there are not enough heavy weapons to fight against them, these elemental monsters can destroy an alliance's defense line alone.
In the battle at the Dark Portal, if you don't sacrifice the lives of ten or eight high-level mages to enter, you can't even think of stopping any Hellfire.
I'm afraid that all the equipment and weapons that the Burning Legion has been hoarding in the outer realm for so long are here.
what to do?
The most urgent one is Varian. Once the Alliance Expeditionary Force cannot withstand this terrifying army of hellfire, the first unlucky one will be the Kingdom of Stormwind!
McDonald tapped his temple with his index finger, pretending to think, and then turned his head: "Your Excellency Luo Ning, His Highness Proudmoore, Kael'thas, it feels like the magic circle in the center of the screen is the master control. Is it possible for us?
By blowing up this magic circle, can we achieve the effect of destroying all hellfires?"
The three masters and sisters stared at each other with wide golden eyes and nodded in unison.
