The Demon Tribunal spoke of the power of the Death Wraith, but other demons disagreed.
"I have heard about the abilities of Lord Death, and I also know about his skills of the Wraith of Death, but this sacrifice alone is not as powerful as making the Wraith so powerful."
Deep in the pyramid built by Amman'Thul, the wraith of death turned into a gray-white line, rushing straight towards the Tomb of Sargeras. This was the enemy of life, and all living things in its path were turned into ashes.
These demons from the void know that they can no longer escape. Losing a body is nothing, but they must understand the reason for the failure. This is an essential accumulation of experience.
A member of the Demon Tribunal snorted: "Of course the sacrifices on the Broken Shore are not enough. What if we add the millions of deaths on the Broken Islands? How many innocent creatures are there among them?"
"But the killings in the Broken Islands were not caused by us." Another demon raised a question.
A member of the Demonic Tribunal thought for a while: "The main messenger on the opposite side has a method we can't think of to transfer the price of the dead ghosts to us. Although the killings in the Broken Islands have nothing to do with us, they are now counted among us.
On the body."
When the power of the wraiths in the pyramid rushed into the Tomb of Sargeras, all the demons inside were unable to fight anymore.
"Knowledge is power. Our enemies are more powerful than imagined and can transfer good and evil. The evil spirit found us who were innocent, and we lost."
Faced with the imminent defeat, all the demons calmly exploded their bodies without leaving any traces. After paying a huge sacrifice, Aman'Thul finally captured the Tomb of Sargeras.
The death squads led by Antonidas finally broke into the room where the magic circle was imprisoned. Aman'Thul obtained the Tomb of Sargeras and was eager to harvest a powerful incarnation, but was too happy to notice the secret inside the pyramid.
Sylvanas and Antonidas joined forces to destroy the confinement circle as quickly as possible. They did not dare to delay the time. Antonidas quickly opened the portal to Theramore and left with the surviving death squads.
It was raining heavily in Theramore. A light rain washed the streets and washed away all the dust. Sylvanas escaped with her life and stood quietly in the rain, looking at the rough sea and crying without tears:
"My Forsaken, my Fel Elves, and my Iron Horde are all gone. Illidan, I will not let you go. I swear, I remember the conspiracy of the Broken Shore."
Sylvanas gritted her teeth with hatred, only hating her own greed and ambition, but also her own cowardice and cowardice.
Antonidas looked at the Queen of Darkness helplessly. History is repeating itself again. When you are afraid, you will compromise with the other party. When you compromise, the other party will eat you all, even the bones and dregs.
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Back then, Silvermoon City and Dalaran were eaten alive by orcs because they were afraid of the guardian Medivh.
Now Sylvanas is afraid of the forces behind Illidan, so she can only compromise with Illidan and cooperate with the so-called savior, but she soon loses everything.
There are very few Forgotten people left in the Undercity now. They are basically scholars and logisticians. And without Frostmourne, dark magic and plague alone cannot develop a large army of Forgotten people. After all, corpses cannot be created out of thin air.
Made.
The number of fel elves in Silvermoon City was originally small, and now the only ones left are the old, weak, sick and disabled.
Fortunately, there is Draenor. Although most of the Iron Horde is trapped in the Broken Shore, the foundations of the orc tribes are still there.
In addition, Mannoroth has reserved part of his army to defend against the Draenei, and it only takes more than ten years of reproduction to build up a large army.
Antonidas stepped forward and advised: "Your Majesty, there is no need to worry. I suggest that we enter the world of Draenor. You can still be your King of Draenor and leave Azeroth to the Alliance."
Sylvanas bit her lip fiercely and nodded. Although she was unwilling to do so, she had no choice but to do so.
The Horde suffered heavy losses, and both Undercity and Silvermoon City were unable to defend themselves. Fortunately, with Draenor, all it took was the Dark Portal to be destroyed, and communication between the two worlds was cut off.
Decades later, after rebuilding the Iron Horde, Sylvanas can still make a comeback.
"Okay, let's go back to Draenor."
Antonidas cast a spell to open the portal to Draenor. This was a magic he was particularly familiar with, but it failed unexpectedly. Antonidas was stunned for a long time and cast the spell again, but still failed.
"Her Royal Highness, someone has changed Draenor's magic beacon. I can't find the coordinates of Draenor's world."
Sylvanas opened her mouth, and it took a long time before she made a sound, and said viciously: "It must be Mannoroth, he betrayed me."
In Hellfire Fortress, Mannoroth built himself a comfortable big bed, made entirely of fine fine gold and kryptonite, which could accommodate his huge body. This was his throne and a symbol of his power.
After the Broken Shore was closed, Mannoroth already understood that the Iron Horde would never come back. Now that the orc chiefs have gone out with the Iron Horde, he has the most power in the entire Iron Horde.
"Gul'dan, Grom, Hellscream, Sylvanas, haha, I didn't expect that I would have the last laugh. I am the real king of Draenor. This is my world, my territory.
, I, Mannoroth, have finally become the master of the world, and I am the great king."
Mannoroth was so proud that the orcs who were good at flattering made him a crown and put it on his head. With the crown, Mannoroth thought about how to transform the orcs in his own way.
He would not let the orcs become powerful, and vowed to turn Draenor into his own backyard for pleasure.
"I have mastered the orcs of the Iron Tribe. As for the ogres and draenei, they are insignificant in my opinion. Sooner or later they will be completely wiped out. Haha, the weather is so nice."
Mannoroth lay comfortably on the throne, squinting his eyes and thinking about his glorious future.
At this moment, the green legion portal suddenly appeared in front of Mannolos' big bed, and a thunderous voice came from inside: "Manolos, have you forgotten who you are working for?"
Mannoroth was so frightened that he quickly rolled off the kryptonite bed. The crown rolled to the side and he didn't care. He showed the most flattering smile: "Great Lord Archimonde, Mannoroth will always be your servant."
When he learned that Sylvanas had escaped, Aman'Thul didn't care. The joy of victory made him unable to control himself.
Entering the Tomb of Sargeras as a victor, Aman'Thul finally met the incarnation of his ignorance.
This is an extremely large demon body, filled with mysterious power and almost impossible to destroy.
"A bunch of idiots think that the incarnation of the Tomb of Sargeras is a demon clone, some incarnation of Sargeras. It's so funny. They don't even know that this is just a prop used to display the Key of the Realms."
Aman'Thul placed the Key of the Realms in the avatar's right hand, and the avatar stood up slowly, looking at Aman'Thul quietly, waiting for his orders.
Archmage Khadgar, Prophet Velen, Grom Hellscream and other orc chiefs are all looking at the savior "Illidan".
Aman'Thul looked at Khadgar and Velen mockingly: "You keep saying you save the world, but now I tell you, what have you done?" (To be continued)