A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

Accompanied by the loud noises of giant fel cannons, meat grinders, ballistas, heavy catapults and other siege weapons hitting the walls, arrow towers and forts, as well as a large number of terrifying hellfires falling from the sky, the Burning Legion's general attack Finally arrived as expected.

And both in terms of quantity and quality, it was more intense than anyone expected.

Even Caliya, who had been fighting demons and undead in the Eastern Continent for a long time, was shocked.

At this moment, she finally realized that the enemies entrenched around the capital of Lordaeron were just pawns deliberately left behind by the Burning Legion and the Scourge to contain the Alliance's power.

The real elites have long ago crossed the endless sea to reach Kalimdor, and use powerful portal technology to continuously summon demon armies from other corners of the universe.

Just the first round of attacks destroyed the defense line jointly built by humans and tauren.

Especially the hellfire that falls from the sky cannot be defended at all. It often turns into a big burning pit when it hits the ground, and its power is not much worse than those super-large-caliber artillery shells and bombs.

The surrounding ten or even dozens of meters will be torn apart by the shock wave generated at the moment of impact, followed by high temperature and high pressure.

Not to mention ordinary soldiers, even legendary warriors like Kane Bloodhoof couldn't guarantee whether they would survive if they were hit head-on.

In addition, powerful lichs, death knights, and demon lords such as Alsace, Reki Winterclimb, Kel'Thuzad, Anersalon, Khazlo, and Azgarol took turns to fight to stop the tsunami. A normal attack is almost impossible.

Not to mention Archimonde, a powerful being who could rush up at any time and end everything.

Therefore, Jaina and Cairn Bloodhoof understood from the beginning that the sacrifices and persistence they were making were to buy time for the Alliance reinforcements who were building a second line of defense and the night elves' allies on top of Mount Hyjal. .

Tyrande also sent a large number of troops to help defend the first line of defense so that it would not collapse too quickly.

Including a whole formation of more than 25,000 female warriors and huntresses, as well as almost 4,000 druids and priests.

But even so, the battle line still looked like chaos.

Even the Lightbringer Uther and the Knights of the Silver Hand under his command rushed over from the second line of defense to help, doing their best to use the energy of the Holy Light to fight against the undead and demons.

"Hold on! Don't be afraid! Even if you die, you must die on the battlefield! Our sacrifice is not meaningless! It is to save the world and save your and my family from being slaughtered by these terrible monsters."

Morgan Ladimore wielded the two-handed giant sword "Archaeus" that emitted golden light after focusing on the energy of the holy light, and instantly chopped down a hellhound that rushed forward to extract his mana.

The moment it hits the enemy, in addition to the burning from the holy light energy, there is also an arcane energy impact that is almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

There is no doubt that the sword in his hand is not a blank slate weapon, but a precious magic sword worth a lot of money.

It is with this weapon that this powerful paladin has made great achievements for the Silver Hand. The age of thirty-two is the golden age in the life of the melee profession, whether it is strength, stamina, Reactions and combat experience are perfectly balanced.

It is precisely because of this that Uther recommended him to be the personal bodyguard of his loyal monarch, Calia, the new queen of Lordaeron.

But at this moment, he was sent by Calia to the first line of defense to help Jaina withstand the enemy's fierce attack.

It is precisely thanks to the fact that so many paladins and priests who can use divine magic and holy light energy have joined them that the undead of the Scourge have been greatly restrained and cannot be used as unscrupulously as in the original timeline to overwhelm them with their numerical advantage. Line of defense.

On the contrary, it was the performance of the demons that made everyone feel intense fear and uneasiness.

Several demon lords will use their evil magic to summon hellfire whenever they get a chance, smashing into the areas with the strongest resistance, directly tearing apart the defense lines and rushing in to kill them.

Human life is as cheap as ants at this time. Just one step on the giant hellfire will kill several people on the spot. The corpse is like crushed tomato sauce, which makes people want to vomit.

It's a pity that no one cares about whether it's disgusting or not at the moment.

After all, they all knew that if they were distracted even a little bit in this situation, they might fall to the ground and never get up again.

But even so, it was very rare that there were no deserters.

Because everyone has been told why they are participating in this battle, and what hell Azeroth will become if the enemy is victorious.

For the sake of their race, their families, and their descendants to live in a world full of hope instead of becoming slaves or even completely destroyed, they must do their best to buy precious time for their allies, even if they sacrifice their lives. No matter the cost.

Some people say that people with firm beliefs are the most respectable and also the most terrifying.

Because this type of people can really transcend the limitations of their own instincts and fully unleash the great power of their spirit and will. Even when facing terrifying enemies that they know they are invincible, they still dare to charge and swing their swords.

Even if his body has been penetrated and his hands and feet have been torn apart by the power of magic, he will still do his best to cause a little trouble for his opponent before dying so that his companions can rush over in time to complete the last hit.

Along the entire defense line, you can see humans sacrificing themselves to protect the night elf archers and hunters from harm, and you can also see druids who turned into giant bears and rushed into the demons with deafening roars to attract them. Then died in the blizzard and firestorm of human mages.

The tauren warriors with huge size and great strength even waved the totem pole and withstood the most powerful doomsday guard in the vanguard of the Burning Legion. In the end, less than ten percent of the original team of more than a thousand people was left alone. One survived.

All the rest were killed in the brutal fighting.

Tough!

courage!

sacrifice!

The best in humanity is on display right now in the war that will determine the fate of Azeroth.

All races here do not distinguish between each other, and work together to resist the attack of the Burning Legion. They are even willing to sacrifice their precious lives for each other, even if they have never met before, and they don't know the name of the other party. .

Along with the increasing number of casualties, there are also more and more mutilated bodies on the ground.

After Jaina finally withstood another wave of fierce attacks from the enemy, she said to Cairn Bloodhoof beside her: "Elder, I think we are almost reaching the limit. If we continue to hold on, we will only increase casualties." It won't take long, maybe it's time to retreat to the second line of defense."

"I totally agree."

The tauren chief looked at his compatriots who suffered heavy casualties with a heartbroken expression.

You must know that the tauren suffered heavy losses due to the pursuit of centaurs during their migration to the Desolate Land. In the battle just now, another one or two thousand elite soldiers died. If this situation happens twice more, the entire tribe will probably be on the verge of extinction. Not far away.

"Retreat, our second line of defense has been built with the help of the night elves."

Uther, who had just killed a lich, was filled with golden light, looking as dazzling as a god coming down from the earth.

"Done? So fast!"

Jaina quickly turned around and discovered that a solid fortress had appeared out of thin air where the Alliance flag was hanging halfway up the mountain.

It's just that this fortress is not built of stone, but a fortification built by thousands of ancient tree people closely arranged together.

The druid was also very "considerate" in planting thorn seeds at the roots of the trees, and used natural magic to encourage them to grow rapidly in a short period of time, densely blocking the gaps between the ancient trees.

Now if demons and undead want to attack the tree wall or climb it, they will be torn open by the wooden thorns that are as hard and sharp as steel.

The artillery brought by the alliance has also been placed at various commanding heights, allowing them to bombard the enemies below from a commanding height.

The gunboats floating in the sky are even more prepared, ready to tilt out all their loaded shells and explosives at any time, delivering a devastating blow to the enemy.

As for the tanks and aircraft driven by dwarves and gnomes, they are also ready to enter battle at any time.

At the huge portal near the World Tree at the rear, a steady stream of ammunition supplies were delivered.

You don't need to ask. Anyone who is not a fool can tell from this posture that the alliance army led by Calia is more well-trained than the orcs led by Thrall, and they are also more experienced in fighting demons and undead.

This can be seen from their cold and indifferent expressions. It is not like the first time they have fought against these terrible enemies.

"Have your people fought against the Burning Legion in the Eastern Continent?" Tyrande asked with a surprised look on his face.

Caliya nodded with a serious expression: "Yes. The Alliance has been fighting fierce battles with the undead of the Scourge Legion and the demon army led by the Dread Lords in the Eastern Kingdom for a long time.

We relied on the knowledge, technology and power given by the great God of Contract to pin them to the next step in Lordaeron.

However, the enemies in the eastern continent are obviously not as powerful and terrifying as Mount Hyjal.

To be honest, I don't think I can last longer than Jaina and those tauren.

So please hurry up. "

"My husband Malfurion has begun to detonate the power of the World Tree.

You just need to hold on for a little while.

Remember, if you see Archimonde in person on the battlefield, don't hesitate to turn around and run away.

The power of mortals was like ants in front of him.

Not even we can resist one of the most powerful eredar demons. "

Tyrande warned solemnly.

As a participant in the War of the Ancients, she witnessed with her own eyes how the powerful demigods of the wilderness fell at the feet of the Defiler one after another. She understood the terror of this demonic commander better than humans and other races that were born later.

Although the night elves who have been trained for ten thousand years are not without the power to fight.

But it is not difficult to see from Malfurion's choice that they do not want to face the Burning Legion head-on in a decisive battle with heavy losses and a low chance of winning.

Quite the opposite!

This time the night elves hope to thwart the Legion's attempt to invade Azeroth in a smarter way.

"knew."

Caliya responded casually, then boarded the gunboat and prepared for the battle.

At this moment, Archimonde's huge and extremely eye-catching figure suddenly appeared out of thin air near the first line of defense, raised his hand and made a downward movement.

The next second...

A huge flaming meteorite fell from the sky and hit the area with the most dense crowds with thunderous force.

When Uther, who was renewing his bad relationship with his good disciple Arthas, saw this, he immediately shouted at the top of his lungs: "Get out of here! Get out of here! Otherwise we will all die!"

"No! It's too late! Come closer to me!"

Jaina shouted to the panicked crowd while activating magic teleportation to try her best to take away as many soldiers who were still alive.

When Arthas saw this situation, he had no time to argue with Uther's mechanic, let alone say something to his ex-girlfriend. He immediately turned around and ran wildly on his skeleton horse, his eyes filled with uncontrollable anger.

Obviously, when Archimonde cast this spell, he never considered the life and death of himself and the Scourge.

In other words, in the eyes of this powerful demon, everyone, including the Lich King Ner'zhul, is nothing more than pawns and cannon fodder that can be abandoned at any time.

How could Alsace, who had always been proud and arrogant, accept this.

If possible, he was extremely eager to insert Frostmourne into the opponent's eyes or heart and kill him with his own hands.

But unfortunately, this can only remain in the thinking stage and can never be put into actual action.

Because even the Lich King was so humble when facing Archimonde, let alone himself as a servant of the Lich King.

As the super huge hellfire gets closer and closer to the ground...

Jaina finally completed the group teleportation magic at the critical moment, taking everyone with her and disappearing instantly.

Just two or three seconds later, the burning green fireball violently collided with the ground.

boom! ! ! ! ! ! !

I saw a small mushroom cloud rising directly into the sky, and then an invisible shock wave destroyed everything within a radius of two to three kilometers.

Along with the explosions and noises came terrible earthquakes.

Many soldiers who had obviously escaped the impact range were torn apart by the shock wave and exploded like balloons, with flesh, blood and bones flying everywhere.

After the aftermath completely disappeared, the people on the second line of defense halfway up the mountain saw a giant hellfire that was more than two hundred meters tall standing up from the pit.

It was so huge that even the mountain giants looked like babies.

Archimonde used only one spell to completely destroy the defense line built by Jaina and Kane Bloodhoof, as easily as taking a walk after dinner.

Moreover, under his command, this hellfire trampled on those soldiers who were lucky enough to survive.

There were about one or two hundred soldiers who were fleeing in all directions but were stunned to be crushed by physical means.

The originally noisy battlefield seemed to have been pressed on the mute button in an instant.

Except for the super hellfire that was being trampled recklessly and the desperate shouts of the fleeing soldiers before they died, everyone else seemed to have lost the ability to speak.

To be precise, everyone on both sides of the battlefield was shocked beyond measure by the power Archimonde displayed casually.

After all, just the summoned hellfire is already quite a headache, not to mention the master who summoned it.

At this moment, the coalition forces realized how terrifying the power of the Polluter was.

"Hahahaha! It's so fragile! Malfurion! Is this the defense you organized? Compared with ten thousand years ago, you have really degraded." Archimonde laughed wildly and taunted.

Although when he arrived, he was actually full of anger at the slow attack, and he was eager to climb to the top of the mountain to seize the World Tree and the Well of Eternity below.

But now, looking at the horrified looks of these tiny mortals, this guy's twisted heart was greatly satisfied.

To the evil man, there is nothing sweeter than the taste of revenge.

Especially the supreme commander of the Burning Legion like Archimonde, who is inferior to one person and outnumbers ten thousand people, always regards the ancient war 10,000 years ago as an indelible shame.

After all, they followed the Dark Titan Sargeras to conquer and destroy planet after planet, killing or trampling the so-called gods one after another, without ever experiencing any failure.

Only in Azeroth, for the first time, were they forced to swallow the bitter pill of defeat.

Therefore, the entire Burning Legion is full of hatred for the night elves from top to bottom, and wants to defeat these arrogant mortals and turn them into demonic forms like Satyr.

Tyrande undoubtedly noticed what Archimonde was thinking, and immediately pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Proud, arrogant, and arrogant. It seems that Malfurion's strategy has succeeded. The Defiler must now think that we are vulnerable, so I want to end this as soon as possible and seize the fruits of victory.”

"Do you want to use this method to make him lose his vigilance?" Jialiya asked in an uncertain tone.

"That's right.

Pride and arrogance have always been characteristics of the Burning Legion's top brass.

Because they have almost never suffered any major failures or setbacks, they are one of the most powerful forces in the entire physical universe.

So these guys always act overconfident, thinking that they can easily kill everyone who dares to resist with their terrifying strength.

Among them, Kil'jaeden is a natural master of strategy, and it may be very difficult to deceive him.

But Archimonde is obviously much more reckless, and often adopts more radical and risky plans. "

Tyrande didn't hide anything, and spoke openly about the "proud soldier plan" formulated by Malfurion himself.

Hearing these words, Caliya immediately responded with a thoughtful expression: "Okay, I will cooperate with you in this play. But are you sure that tree can really kill Archimonde?" ?I don’t want to get a disappointing result after making huge sacrifices.”

"Don't worry, little girl, we know much more about Archimonde and the Burning Legion than you do."

After saying that, Tyrande left a meaningful smile, then turned around on his mount and ran towards the top of the mountain.

As soon as she stepped forward, the super hellfire summoned by Archimonde charged at the second line of defense with thousands of undead and demons.

Without saying a word, Caliya immediately pulled out the two swords hanging from her waist and walked straight to the front of the gunboat. She shouted condescendingly at the soldiers who were waiting for them: "Warriors of the Alliance! Pick up the weapons in your hands! When we fall No demon will be allowed to pass through this line of defense before!"

"Long live the Queen! Long live Lordaeron!"

"Kill them all!"

"The Great Alliance is invincible!"

"The God of Contract will bless us!"

…

Accompanied by shouts one after another, the morale of this legion, composed of elites drawn from various kingdoms, reached its peak in just a few seconds.

Immediately afterwards, the artillery placed high up began to make a deafening roar.

The gunboats also began to bombard the incoming enemies from a condescending position.

The dwarf musketeers stood in a line above the huge wall made of trees, aiming at the undead and demons who entered the range and pulling the triggers frantically. Hundreds of machine guns also began to spit out flames to form a dense cross-fire network.

There is no doubt that under Zuo Si's promotion, the alliance's army has gradually begun to use a mixture of cold weapons and hot weapons, and gradually changed to almost entirely using hot weapons now.

In addition, the gunpowder in Azeroth is actually not real gunpowder, but elemental particles extracted from ore powder and residues. By mixing different properties together, they create violent combustion and explosion effects.

In the face of such terrifying fire coverage, the most proud number of the undead army has become meaningless.

They were like wheat growing in the ground, harvested continuously by cannonballs and bullets, and fell in pieces on the road of charge.

Even the most "meaty" Stitched Abomination has no chance of getting close to the densely packed wall of treants.

What's more, the Alliance soldiers had already been fully prepared, burying dense mines and explosive barrels a hundred meters close to the wall.

Often, a single shot will cause an instant chain reaction in a large area around it.

A Lich of the Scourge Legion did not notice this. As a result, hundreds of elite death knights he led were taken away in a wave, and not even a complete body was left behind.

The super-giant hellfire summoned by Archimonde himself was also shattered under the intensive artillery fire, and finally fell to the ground and turned into a piece of rubble exuding green evil flames.

Even if occasionally powerful demons break through the blockade of the firepower network and come under the wall, there are still trees lined up closely together as the last line of defense waiting for them.

These behemoths that have lived for thousands of years can smash dozens or even dozens of enemies into pieces or fly them away with just a wave of their thick arms.

Jaina also led Dalaran and the high elf mages to lay blizzards over a large area to slow down the enemy troops, allowing them to withstand bombing and strafing for a longer period of time on the charge.

As for the gargoyles and other air units coming from the sky, the dwarf griffon cavalry and aircraft formations will be used to deal with them.

The tunneling raid tactics that the Crypt Demon is best at lose their meaning in the face of the natural magic of the Druid.

Because there are so many ancient trees in Mount Hyjal, there are so many dense plant roots extending hundreds of meters downward.

Once they touch these roots while digging, the trees will immediately alert the druids, thus revealing the location of the undead.

In the end, the second line of defense successfully blocked endless demons and undead in the three dimensions of sky, ground and underground.

If you just look at the battle loss ratio, the alliance has undoubtedly gained an overwhelming advantage.

Under normal circumstances, an army would have already begun to collapse and flee after suffering such tragic casualties.

After all, as early as World War I, humans on earth had proven what it meant to charge a dense sea of ​​people in the face of machine guns and artillery.

Sadly this is obviously not the norm.

Needless to say, the undead of the Scourge Legion have no fear at all. Even most of the low-level cannon fodder do not understand what death is. They just run forward under the orders of high-level undead creatures, and then are killed one after another. Kill.

The demons were afraid of Archimonde's punishment and didn't care about casualties at all.

Anyway, after they die, they will most likely return to the Twisting Nether to wait for resurrection.

Therefore, the huge casualties did not stop the enemy, but used their bodies and numbers to crazily consume the alliance's ammunition reserves.

Both sides knew very well that such a dense firepower network could not last long.

When the alliance's ammunition is exhausted, demons and undead rush in to kill.

On the other side, on the top of Mount Hyjal, Tyrande was interrogating Eitrigg, the tribe's messenger who had just been captured by the patrol.

The orc veteran looked extremely embarrassed. Not only was his body covered in blood and bruises from being beaten, but he also had two arrows stuck in his back. He was obviously almost killed as an enemy.

After all, to the night elves, the orcs were the sinners who killed the demigod Cenarius, and they were the accomplices and minions of the Burning Legion. They were out-and-out enemies.

If this guy hadn't revealed his identity in time, the body would have been cold by now.

"You'd better give me a reason not to kill you!"

Tyrande stared at the guy in front of him and expressed his disgust for the orcs without any nonsense.

Eitrigg endured the pain and responded: "I am here to negotiate and form an alliance with you on behalf of the tribe."

"Negotiation? Alliance? Based on what you did in Ashenvale, you are still trying to form an alliance with us?"

Tyrande was instantly laughed out of anger, and his eyes became cold and filled with murderous intent.

"The man who committed the unforgivable crime in Ashenvale was Grom Hellscream.

Warchief Thrall had already driven them out of the Horde and even dueled them.

I think that makes our position clear.

In fact, we crossed the Endless Sea and came to Kalimdor just to help fight against the demons of the Burning Legion and contribute.

Unfortunately, the behavior of the Warsong Clan has put us into unprecedented passivity.

But now, you obviously need help, don't you?

The Horde is willing to provide an army to flank the battlefield at a critical moment.

We don’t have any excessive demands, we just hope that we won’t be liquidated after the war and can live in the unclaimed land of Azshara. "

Eitrigg was obviously very aware that the chips he had on hand were extremely limited, so he made the conditions very directly.

After witnessing with his own eyes the power of the thermal weapons after the ultimate evolution of the Alliance, this orc who had experienced the second war had obviously realized how bad the situation was for his own side.

It doesn't take much, only one-third or even one-fourth of the firepower used to deal with demons, and the armies of the orcs and dark spear trolls can be easily slaughtered.

Based on the atrocities committed by the orcs against humans when they opened the Dark Portal, as well as the casualties caused when attacking shelters, villages, and towns, Eitrigg had no doubt that the Alliance would turn its spearhead and launch unrelenting revenge on the orcs after the war. , completely erasing them from this world.

So in order to survive, he must join the coalition and become one of them.

But Tyrande said coldly and sarcastically: "Weren't Grom Hellscream and the Warsong clan a member of the orcs when they committed the unforgivable crime?

Is it too late for you to wait until something goes wrong before you want to distance yourself from the relationship and shirk responsibility?

The most important thing is that I am not qualified to forgive you on behalf of human allies.

With what you did in the Eastern Continent, and the killing and destruction you brought to this world for the Burning Legion, even ten thousand times is not enough to atone for your sins.

Therefore, I am not interested in the conditions proposed by your warchief, and I do not want dirty orcs to tarnish this sacred war.

Get lost now!

Get away!

Don't let me see your ugly face again!

Otherwise the sentry will shoot you directly! "

"Wait! Please give us a chance! We are not minions of the Burning Legion! At least not anymore!"

Eitrigg struggled to gain one last chance for the Horde.

It's a pity that the female night elf warrior who was responsible for escorting him didn't give him a chance to speak at all. She raised her foot and kicked him to the ground with a bang. His whole jaw shattered in an instant, and then he was dragged like a dead dog. It was thrown from the hillside behind and rolled down to the bottom of the mountain.

Also falling was the heart of the orc veteran.

You must know that even after the end of World War II when the old tribe completely collapsed and disintegrated, he had never been as desperate as now.

After all, humans did not massacre the surrendered orcs at that time, but instead imprisoned them all in shelters and provided them with three meals a day.

But this time, they will no longer receive such treatment.

…

Just as the Battle of Mount Hyjal was in full swing, the ninth level of Baator Hell had begun mobilizing for war.

Millions and tens of millions of demon legions are ready to go, eager to go to another universe to launch an unprecedented expedition.

It is naturally impossible to hide such a large-scale war mobilization from the lords at other levels.

Almost all the lords were very nervous, and they all speculated on what Zuo Si wanted to do by making such a big noise.

In order to prepare for the worst possible scenario, emergency mobilization has also begun at many levels.

Suddenly the entire Baator Hell was like a huge powder keg.

It only takes a little spark to stage the civil war caused by Zariel in an instant.

Maybe the scale and complexity would be even more terrifying than that.

After all, today's hell no longer only has nine levels, but also has a large part that annexed the abyss, as well as the demon nobles who enfeoffed there.

Some of these great devils directly take orders from Asmodeus, the Lord of Hell, while others take orders from other lords in the other nine levels.

Once a fight breaks out, the bloody battle front line that was finally established will collapse in minutes, and then be pushed back by the demons in one fell swoop.

Normally at times like this, Asmodeus should have stepped forward to stop the situation from deteriorating further.

But what is interesting is that this time he did not take any action, but remained silent throughout the whole process, as if he was deliberately allowing the ninth level to act recklessly.

Gracia, the lord of the sixth level, and Fierna, the lord of the fourth level, also smelled something unusual at this moment, and they all pretended to fulfill their obligations as allies of the ninth level.

The lords at other levels, either to protect themselves or to take advantage of the fire, formed alliances without exception.

The tense atmosphere and strong smell of gunpowder can be felt even by outsiders who know nothing about hell politics.

But no one knew that Zuo Si himself, the instigator, was chatting and laughing with Asmodeus in a skyscraper in the middle of the huge cyberpunk city.

"My young friend, I have to say that you really gave me a huge surprise this time. Directly invading and conquering another universe? This is really crazy!"

The Lord of Hell admired sincerely.

He simply couldn't imagine how many precious soul resources would be gained if this plan finally succeeded.

Of course, it doesn't matter if you fail.

Anyway, the massive amount of souls plundered is enough to make up for the losses, and even make a huge profit.

Zuo Si maintained his humble smile as always and responded: "You are really honored. I cannot achieve what I have achieved today without your support. But considering the scale of this war and the number of souls that can be obtained, I think we The distribution ratio should be changed slightly, don’t you think?”

"Of course! This is an expedition you launched with your own strength. It is naturally different from the souls obtained in this universe. I can reduce the tax rate for this part of the soul to squeeze energy by one-third."

Asmodeus simply chose to give in.

After all, the power of Baator Hell is limited to this universe, so he can't extend his hand any longer, let alone stop the planeswalkers from opening up territories in other universes.

As a well-organized devil king, all he has to do is try his best to meet the other party's requirements and ensure that he will not escape from hell and go out alone.

The most important thing is that no matter how many souls Zuo Si collects in other universes, Asmodeus can tax them according to the percentage through the rules of hell.

If the hen that lays the golden eggs flies away, then everything will be lost.

Devils are extremely rational creatures, so they will never do things that harm others and do not benefit themselves like devils do.

"Thank you so much."

Zuo Si is obviously also a very well-organized person. He knows what it means to give up when something is good. Instead of asking for more, he stood up and bowed to the Lord of Hell.

As a result, the entire conversation became extremely harmonious, unlike other devil's bargains.

After reaching a new sharing agreement, Asmodeus turned his attention to the crystal ball placed on the table, looked at the ongoing Battle of Mount Hyjal with interest and asked: "These creatures who call themselves demons do not seem to be the same. Not as chaotic as the demon in the abyss, is it?”

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes. In this world, the conflict between good and evil, order and chaos is not as intense as in the universe we live in.

On the contrary, a unique balance is formed based on the six forces.

Among them, the demons of the Burning Legion represent evil energy. Although they also have a strong tendency towards chaos, they are still essentially a military group with a complex organizational structure.

They have conquered almost the entire physical universe and are the first powerful enemy I need to face after launching the expedition.

Moreover, the magic and technology mastered by these guys are quite interesting, and they may be able to strengthen the strength of Baator Hell through research. "

"It sounds very interesting. Now I'm starting to envy you that you can freely cross the distance in space and travel around the entire multiverse at will."

Asmodeus's eyes flashed with a terrifying red light, and he didn't know what was going on in his mind.

"But this comes at a price. Just like me, in order to maintain this freedom, I can never be bound to a certain universe or plane, let alone become a god who ignites the spark of divinity, otherwise the spark of the planeswalker will be extinguished. ." Zuo Si put his hand on his chest and explained.

The Lord of Hell smiled and sighed: "Yes, how can there be anything perfect in this universe.

In the final analysis, it is just the price of choice.

As the Lord of Hell, I have supreme power in Baator Hell, and even those powerful divine powers cannot challenge me here.

But similarly, once I leave hell, my strength will decline rapidly, and I must cooperate with those gods to achieve a certain goal. The same is true for other lords.

But your appearance broke this restriction.

So I think that in the near future, the whole hell will definitely become stronger because of your joining.

If we work together, we may be able to completely reverse our relationship with the Abyss.

Even the continuous expansion of forces to achieve the ultimate order of the universe. "

"Maybe, no one can tell clearly what will happen in the future."

Zuo Si gave an ambiguous answer and subconsciously touched his devil's hand with iron gloves.

Although he is evil and lawful, it does not mean that he is completely on the side of the devil in hell.

He is not very interested in the so-called "ultimate order" proposed by Asmodeus.

To be precise, there is only one thing he is interested in, and that is the energy that can continuously increase the level of the planeswalker's spark.

Fortunately, the Lord of Hell did not delve into this somewhat vague topic, but quickly turned his attention to the huge figure that appeared on the battlefield again - Archimonde the Defiler...