Although she tried her best to hide it, Sylvanas still looked ugly. Varian speculated that Sylvanas might have also experienced hospice care. When faced with an unknown existence, even the arrogant Queen of Darkness would
Show fear.
"Varian."
Sylvanas' tone was extremely rude and completely condescending:
"Let your soldiers retreat immediately. The Broken Shore is a trap. We will all die."
Varian frowned after hearing this. What do you mean, asking me to retreat? I understand. Sylvanas was worried about offending the savior Illidan, so she asked me to be the scapegoat. Varian said that I would not be fooled.
"I'm sorry, Her Majesty the Dark Queen." Varian showed the magnanimity that a king should have and said proudly: "For Azeroth, I am willing to dedicate everything I have and win at any cost."
"Damn it, haven't you seen the illusion just now?" Sylvanas said angrily: "The enemies of the Tomb of Sargeras are simply not something we can fight against. You are asking your soldiers to die."
"No, this is to protect Azeroth, and all sacrifices are worth it." Varian continued to be stubborn.
"Asshole, I'm actually wasting time with a coward here." Sylvanas glared: "Varian, you are murdering your soldiers. We have all been fooled. It's not too late to retreat now."
The power shown in the hospice care just now frightened Varian, but unlike Sylvanas, who was at the height of her power, he had nothing to lose, so he could only make a last ditch effort.
After all, Varian is a noble king and does not need to charge forward. He thinks he is safe.
Seeing King Varian's calmness, Sylvanas knew that Varian could not be used as a shield. In order to preserve her power, she was about to order the Forsaken and the Fel Elves to retreat.
Suddenly, the tribe's fleet remembered bursts of cheers.
In the direction of the Broken Beach, a huge Dark Portal appeared out of thin air wrapped in endless evil energy. "Illidan" used the power of evil energy to complete the summoning of the Dark Portal. Then, a large group of Iron Tribe soldiers poured out, and soon
The Broken Shore is covered.
The first thing that appeared was a large group of enslaved Gronn, followed by countless Iron Horde chariots, orc advance troops, etc. Sylvanas' eyesight went dark, and she knew that everything was too late.
"Antonidas." Sylvanas asked through gritted teeth.
Grand Magister Antonidas appeared aside and said apologetically to Sylvanas: "I'm sorry, I failed to enter Draenor to stop the Iron Horde. Illidan interfered with my teleportation magic. He calculated everything.
"
"This is a conspiracy, Illidan, I will not let you go." Sylvanas said fiercely. She believed in her own strength and looked at Varian arrogantly: "Varian, you should understand.
Illidan lied to all of us, you know who to support and join me in defeating the betrayers."
Varian did not make a statement, but said stubbornly: "I only fight for Azeroth."
"Your Majesty is such a foolish king. Do you think you can survive this conspiracy?" Sylvaras sneered and took Antonidas back to his airship.
The Dark Queen was preparing to fall out with Illidan. The evil elves and the Forsaken, plus the Iron Horde, still belonged to her. After a series of orders were conveyed, Sylvanas looked at the evil that was getting closer and closer.
The Pillar of Energy suddenly asked: "Antonidas, what did you see in the illusion just now?"
Antonidas hesitated and answered honestly: "I saw my first love Lisa. Before entering Dalaran, she lived next door to my house. After entering Dalaran to study, there was no news about her again.
I studied magic desperately just to make up for the regret in my heart."
Sylvanas nodded and narrowed her eyes slightly: "Do you know what I saw?"
As a subordinate, Antonidas did not dare to ask more questions about this kind of thing and could only wait for Sylvanas to answer proactively.
Sylvanas said in horror: "I returned to Silvermoon City, on the eve of its destruction by the orcs. It was an indelible nightmare in my life. On the Broken Shore, Illidan also wanted to learn from Thrall. This time I will never
There will be no compromise.”
With the help of Dalaran, Aman'Thul built a huge pyramid-like building on the Broken Shore. The pillar of evil energy sprayed into the sky from the center of the building. At this moment, Aman'Thul led the Nightborne Station in Suramar City.
Under the pyramid, with a confident smile on his face, he is quietly waiting for visitors.
Sylvanas was so angry that she wanted to call an army to investigate, but "Illidan" didn't even raise his head and said unhurriedly: "Heroes of the Alliance and the Horde, I can see that you are fighting for Azeroth.
I feel so relieved, this is the blessing of Azeroth, the entry of the Burning Legion
The invasion will be defeated. Don’t worry, this tower of evil energy symbolizes the power of the realm. All those who have the power of evil energy, whether they are demons or orcs, will be affected by this tower as long as they are shrouded in it.
I have control, I can decide his life or death with just one thought."
The coverage of the Tower of Fel Energy is so wide that it includes all soldiers of the Alliance and the Horde. The soldiers of the Alliance are not bad, after all, only a handful of people accept the Fel Energy.
Sylvanas was shocked. She clearly felt the evil power in her body being subtly pulled.
"Illidan's" domain power was by no means groundless. In an instant, Sylvanas's angry expression disappeared, she responded with a smile like the spring breeze, and said loudly:
"Great Lord Illidan, I am willing to fight for Azeroth."
Aman'Thul clapped his hands and praised:
"Sylvanas, the people of Azeroth will thank you for your dedication today. The Burning Legion will definitely pay the price for their crimes. In order to save Azeroth, give up your humble lives."
In the Tomb of Sargeras, more than a dozen powerful beings gathered together.
"Everyone." A voice sounded from the mouth of a certain existence: "We have worked hard here for tens of thousands of years, but we still have not studied the secret of the incarnation. Now the creatures in Azeroth want to fight for this incarnation. My suggestion is to return it.
Give it to them, after all, they are still children, and we also had times when we were weak."
"Sasslin, you are always so kind, just like how you treat weak sea creatures." An evil voice sounded: "A group of ants have no good intentions and want to compete with us for the incarnation. If we don't teach them a lesson,
They will be blindly arrogant, and for the growth of these children, we must let them taste the taste of failure."
"Is the Burning Legion still so violent?" Another more neutral voice sounded: "I already feel that this is a conspiracy. The incarnation can fall into the hands of the creatures in Azeroth, but it must not fall into the conspiracy.
In the hands of everyone, my suggestion is to vote and let everyone decide whether to go to war or peace."
"war."
"Of course it's a fight."
"What's the point of living without fighting?"
.......
A group of furious demons quickly passed the resolution.
The voice proposing voting sounded again: "Since the majority of everyone agrees to fight, according to the rules, draw lots to determine the order of fighting." (To be continued)