A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

Chapter 637: Expanding the scope of the war (10,000-word chapter, please subscribe)

"Listen to my orders!

The 24th, 16th and 47th Corps immediately retreated slowly!

You fucking bastards are pushing too far!

Don’t you see that those enemies are beginning to show signs of collapse?

Our task is not to completely defeat them, but to keep them on this battlefield and consume them continuously!

Don’t think I don’t know that the reason why you greedy guys rush forward is to kill each other and plunder more souls!

Take a long-term view!

This war has just begun!

There are still billions of planets with intelligent life in this universe waiting for us to conquer!

So whoever dares to disobey orders again, I will throw him directly back to the Hell Trial Hall to receive the punishment of downgrade! "

Accompanied by the annoyed roar of the Hell Fiend General, the frontline group looked like wolves and tigers one second, as if they were going to eat the demons of the Burning Legion alive, and then reluctantly began to retreat in an orderly manner the next second.

Similar situations occur frequently on almost all fronts where the devil is responsible.

Whether they are devils who are seeking promotion and obtaining souls, or adventurers, businessmen, and mercenaries who are seeking bounties and improving their status in the huge cyberpunk city, they are all excited by the huge benefits at this moment. red.

You must know that the souls of the demons of the Burning Legion are all of the highest quality colors that can emit red and black, and black and purple under the effect of camp detection spells.

Most of them can survive at least dozens of hours in the energy-extracting torture chamber, otherwise it would be impossible to squeeze out all the energy.

Most souls of mortals from the evil camp usually enter the torture chamber for at least half an hour or ten minutes, or at most three to five hours.

Therefore, the energy that one demon soul can squeeze out can be compared to the souls of at least a dozen mortals.

Moreover, after the body left behind after the death of the soul is thrown into the incubation pit, a new species that is slightly higher than the level of the lemure but slightly lower than the level of the imp will be hatched directly.

Without exception, they possess quite good magical talents and melee combat abilities, making them the ideal consumables and cannon fodder in large-scale wars.

In addition, the souls of high-level demons such as the Doom Guards, Eredar, Shivara, Fel Lord, Dread Lord, Abyss Lord, etc. also brought more than a dozen new devil forms and demons to Baator Hell. Promotion method.

Anyone who joins the expeditionary force can obtain one hundred gold coins or one-tenth ownership of the soul of an imp as long as they successfully capture the soul of the lowest-level imp.

The former is easy to understand, as it is specially prepared for those mortal adventurers and mercenaries who work hard for money.

They often make money to buy more weapons, equipment, potions, and technological products in the cyberpunk city, or to enjoy the ultimate sensory stimulation and services in various entertainment venues that make people forget to leave.

As for the soul rewards, they are obviously prepared for the devils.

As long as the souls of ten imps are captured, the devil can not only fully obtain the energy extracted from a complete soul, but also obtain the low-level devils hatched from the body after the death of the soul.

The former can be promoted to a certain level if accumulated to a certain extent, while the latter means that one can get a subordinate who will completely obey one's orders.

No matter which one, it is an irresistible temptation for the devil in hell.

Even though it was 19%, as a soldier on the front line licking blood at the edge of a knife, he could only get a mere 10%, but this was considered unprecedented generosity in hell.

As the lowest level, the little devil with complete personality and wisdom can often only get one-thirtieth to one-fiftieth of the share from various contracts.

And often they don't even have the opportunity to go out and do this kind of work that can lure mortals into corruption.

Either they were thrown to the front lines of bloody battles as cannon fodder to be devoured by endless demons as filler babies, or they worked hard all day long without any rewards or prospects.

But now, they can gain rapid promotion by killing those Burning Legion imps whose strength is slightly lower than themselves and capturing the souls of imprisoned opponents.

What generosity and kindness!

All low-level devils who were lucky enough to participate in this expedition were grateful to Zuo Si from the bottom of their hearts, and even had infinite respect and worship for him.

Because since the nine levels of Bator Hell formed a stable scale, they have almost never expanded outwards.

The only thing all low-level devils who want to climb up can do is to involute like crazy.

They must do their best to please their bosses, complete every task well, and be careful of colleagues' plots until they can get through and sign a promotion document with legal effect.

This often takes decades, decades or even centuries.

But now?

You only need to rush forward to kill the opponent at the risk of being killed and returned to hell for resurrection, and then seal the soul of the enemy trying to escape through gems or crystal prisms.

Therefore, in the eyes of the devil, the Burning Legion demons in front of him are not just enemies at all, but a group of walking meritorious deeds. They are the only chance for him to improve his level and obtain more power, status, and strength.

Under such naked temptation, they would not go out of their way to escape the ghost.

What's more, on the battlefield of Mount Hyjal, he is the one with the overwhelming advantage. If he doesn't make more money now, it will be later.

In order to restrain these subordinates who become a little crazy in the face of huge interests, senior devils must often stop their overly aggressive risk-taking behaviors.

In contrast, the demon legions and New Phyrexia forces that had been perfected by Shimmering Oil did not have such troubles and showed near-perfect obedience.

In particular, several demon judges are frantically plundering the "parts" they want from the demons of the Burning Legion to strengthen themselves.

Whether it is the heart flowing with amazing evil energy, or the wings, limbs and other organs containing energy of the demons, they are all the most popular things.

Even those mutilated corpses that have lost their souls will be deconstructed and reassembled by Shimmering Oil, turning into a variety of suture monsters that even the Burning Legion themselves will find creepy when they look at them.

At present, in the small Mount Hyjal, the two sides that are fighting and fighting have expanded from the initial number of only a few million to a huge army of hundreds of millions.

Among them, the Burning Legion built a huge military fortress near the portal. Thousands of fel cannons and other defensive buildings were densely arranged around it, like a curled up hedgehog.

Zuo Si's side was not inferior at all. Not only were they provided with long-range fire cover such as electromagnetic guns and magic heavy artillery that bombed day and night, there were also a large number of air units constantly cruising close to the enemy's positions.

Led by Onixiz, the infernal dragon that covers the sky often cooperates with ground troops to launch dives, tilting flames, frost, lightning and acid onto the enemy's heads, causing devastating blows to local battlefields.

Although each dive will result in the loss of some troops due to the interception of the defense and control network formed by fel artillery, it is obviously worth it.

According to the report sent by the Succubus Queen Mecantheut, it is not difficult to see that the astonishing benefits brought by this expedition so far far exceed the expenditure.

Therefore, as long as we can ensure that demon souls are captured in large numbers before escaping back to the Twisting Nether, this war can continue in a positive cycle in terms of economy.

Jinji Tasha, the blue demon judge who is keen on collecting knowledge and technology research and development, is now in uncontrollable ecstasy. He spends every day studying the captured magic mechas, communication devices, the Spire of Sorrow, and the Hellfire Chariot that sprays Hellfire. , Soul Engine and a series of other creations are analyzed, researched and improved, and then applied to improve the overall strength of New Phyrexia.

Relying on the terrifying infestation ability of Shimmering Oil, thousands of Morg craftsmen and Garganu industries who originally served the Burning Legion were completed and began to manufacture and improve various war machines for New Phyrexia.

"Jinji Tasha, the war machine you gave me last time has been all used up during the attack. I need more replenishment."

The green demon judge Fulinkai dragged his body, which was even larger and heavier than before, and was covered with a hard magic alloy shell, to the blue faction's camp, and he impatiently proposed to the technical responsibilities of the entire New Phyrexia. Require.

Affected by the green mana, he has a wild nature, and now he has completely developed and evolved in the direction of "Mechanical Greymon".

In terms of height and size, it has completely surpassed the largest model of magic mecha built by the Burning Legion.

To be precise, the bastard shell on Fulinkai's body was dismantled and transformed from a destroyed magic mecha.

So every time he lifted his foot and dropped it, there would be violent vibrations in the ground around him.

Units that are too small may even feel like an earthquake, causing them to lose their balance and fall to the ground.

Thanks to the efforts of blue faction researchers, at least six fel cannons are installed on the shoulders and back. By mixing the energy of the scintillating oil engine and the fel engine, they can launch ultra-high-temperature fireballs that are more powerful than the original version.

At this moment, Fulinkai is like a mobile war fortress, and his moving speed is not much slower than before. Any enemy who encounters him on the battlefield will feel despair from the bottom of his heart.

Because any attack hitting this behemoth is unlikely to cause too obvious damage.

"What? All used up again? Damn it! Didn't I tell you to use it sparingly?"

Jinji Tasha, who was busy dismantling a mechanical device that looked very dilapidated, suddenly raised his head, with strong dissatisfaction in his tone.

As a typical technical geek, what he hates most is being disturbed by other things while he is doing research and experiments.

What's more, the Green Goblin's war machine consumption is almost twice that of several other factions.

But Fulinkai replied nonchalantly: "It's not my fault that I consume so quickly. I face the largest number of enemies and the strongest defenses. Attacking will naturally have to pay a certain price. What's more, I'll give it back to you. Brought a gift.”

As he spoke, he moved slightly to the side, revealing the prisoner behind him who was tightly bound by metal shackles.

"A living abyss lord?!"

Jinji Tasha's eyes instantly shone, and his terrifying gaze was as if a sharp knife was about to peel off the opponent's skin and convulse him immediately.

Fulinkai grinned and nodded: "That's right! I know that you are very interested in the blood of this type of enemy and their eternal anger, so I grabbed it during the attack. One. How about it? This should be able to make up for the small problem of my war weapons being consumed too quickly, right?"

"Haha, okay, I have to admit that your gift is indeed quite good, just what I need. Now, you can go to the logistics department to get double the war machines as a supplement."

Jinji Tasha instantly performed the unique skill of changing his face, transforming from his original disgust into unabashed ecstasy.

You must know that when this war just started, he noticed the unusual physiological characteristics of the abyss lords, but because these guys would instantly cause violent explosions from the inside once they were seriously injured, he never caught them alive.

But now I can finally get what I wanted.

The captured abyss lord had obviously realized the cruel fate he was about to face from the demons on the surrounding test benches who had their intestines disemboweled, skinned and cramped alive, and then poured into shimmering oil for targeted transformation, and he immediately struggled crazily. Zhou scolded: "You bunch of damn maggots! Kil'jaeden and Lord Sargeras will not let you go! The legion has begun to formulate a counterattack plan. It won't be long before you regret challenging the legion!"

"Counterattack plan?

Ha ha ha ha!

Poor thing, haven't you noticed yet?

In front of our New Phyrexia, your self-righteous numbers have no effect at all.

Because the more troops you send, the more troops we will get after destroying them.

As long as you don't have a way to fight against the oil infestation, we will win the final victory.

What's more, do you think this war will only be limited to this planet?

No!

The great father of New Phyrexia is already taking his new lieutenants to open up new battlefields using the Dark Portal you established long ago. "

Jinji Tasha mocked while laughing wildly.

"Dark Portal? Open a new battlefield?"

The abyss lord's expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly remembered that it had been a long time since he had seen Archimonde, who was killing his own people crazily on the battlefield.

You must know that before the rebellion, the Defiler was the most senior commander after the Dark Titan, and knew almost all the secrets and plans of the Burning Legion.

The most terrifying thing is that with the knowledge and power he possesses, he can easily connect the Dark Portal to the Legion portal system, and then launch a surprise attack on any planet occupied and controlled by the Burning Legion.

Even with the unimaginably large numbers of demons, there is no way to ensure that heavy troops are stationed everywhere.

This means that our side is very likely to fall into passive exhaustion in the next war.

Either choose to abandon those occupied planets, shrink their forces and organize defenses, and hand over a large amount of resources to the enemy;

Either provide support at all costs, and send a steady stream of reinforcements to the planet wherever it is invaded.

Whichever one you choose means falling into passivity.

In fact, just as he was speaking, Zuo Si and Archimonde had arrived in front of the Dark Portal in the Cursed Land of the Eastern Continent.

This place was originally a vibrant black swamp, but due to the invasion of the orcs, it turned into a barren red scorched earth.

Except for a handful of remaining demons and mortals who have joined the Burning Legion, there are only those wild boars, vultures, scorpions and other creatures that are extremely manic under the distortion of evil and shadow energy.

And this is just the least of the countless unforgivable crimes the orcs have committed in Azeroth.

Even the Dark Empire period ruled by the ancient gods did not cause such serious and irreversible damage to the planet's ecology.

Looking at the huge black portal that had been closed in front of him, Zuo Si smiled and joked: "It's really unpredictable, isn't it? Who would have thought that the portal that the Burning Legion built to invade this world would turn into our reaction? Come hack their critical tools.”

"Yeah, that's a bit ironic."

Medivh, who had been waiting here for a long time, couldn't help but sigh.

As the last guardian, he had been paying close attention to Zuo Si's every move, and immediately found an opportunity to have an in-depth conversation with Zuo Si after the latter extracted the energy from the Well of Eternity and completed Archimonde.

After repeatedly confirming that the latter would not attempt to completely conquer and occupy Azeroth like the Burning Legion, the two reached an intention to cooperate.

Of course, it was more that Medivh was worried about Zuo Si and wanted to get involved to get first-hand information.

After all, both the Demon Legion and New Phyrexia were too powerful in his eyes, too powerful for the local forces in Azeroth to handle.

Even if the Aspect Dragon and the Titan Guardian living in Northrend in the far north come, it will be in vain.

Therefore, Medivh naturally supports Zuo Sixiu's plan to launch an all-out war with the Burning Legion throughout the universe.

In his mind, it was best for these two forces to fight and perish together, so that Azeroth would be completely safe.

However, the last guardian of the Tirisfal Council did not know that his thoughts had been seen through long ago.

It's just that Zuo Si didn't care. He took out the Skull of Gul'dan and directly reopened the closed Dark Portal.

moment!

A green curtain reappeared out of thin air, revealing the world of Draenor connected to the other side.

At this moment, the Outland is far from the vibrant and vibrant scene that it will be a few years from now.

Illidan neither ascended to the top of the King of Outland, nor did Doom Guard Kazzak lead the Burning Legion to descend, nor did the Alliance and Horde mobilize their troops to pass through the Dark Portal to launch the Burning Crusade.

It looked very peaceful, with only the road paved with Draenei bones, which the orcs called the "Road of Glory", standing in front of them.

In addition, there are a large number of broken earth floating in the air, as well as the time and space rifts caused by Ner'zhul's spell.

The current King of Outland, Magtheridon, is using these rifts to build portals to summon the demons of the Burning Legion from other places, intending to form a large army to launch a war to completely conquer and rule the orcs' homeland.

There is no doubt that this is the first stop in Zuo Si's plan to expand the war.

The reason is also very simple!

Just as Illidan originally chose this place as a base for advancement, he also took a fancy to Draenor's unique environment even in the entire universe.

Due to Ner'zhul's death-seeking behavior, the planet has been torn apart by the huge twisted void energy, leaving only a floating continent that is still maintained by some incredible magical power and has not been completely engulfed.

This means that this world is almost connected to the Twisting Nether without any boundaries or obstacles. It is simply the most suitable connection point for traveling to other planets.

Archimonde, who holds the key to the Legion's portal network, only needs to defeat Magtheridon and take all existing portals into his own hands, and he can use them to launch a surprise attack on any planet controlled by the Burning Legion in the entire universe.

And this time is definitely not a small fight like Illidan's, but a real all-out war spanning the entire universe.

According to the plan he helped formulate, the Devil Legion and New Phyrexia forces will launch invasions on at least half a million to one million planets at the same time, and quickly make strategic adjustments based on the enemy's reaction.

In fact, the number of troops currently present on Mount Hyjal is less than one million or even one ten millionth of the total number, and the rest are still on standby near the portal.

After passing through the Dark Portal and stepping on the path of glory strewn with corpses, Medivh immediately felt intense pain and self-blame in his heart, and could even vaguely hear the pain and wails from his soul.

Because this massacre against the Draenei was more or less closely related to him.

It can even be said that it was his parasitic control by the Dark Titan Sargeras that led to this tragic massacre.

Most of the civilians who followed Velen and escaped from their home planet lay on this path of glory, trampled repeatedly by the bloodthirsty and brutal orcs, and even after death, they were without any dignity.

"How about it, can you now deeply feel the heinous crimes of the orc race, and their never-ending desire for blood, killing and violence in their bones?"

Zuo Si stared at the last guardian with a half-smile.

"Do you know the orcs very well?" Medivh asked rhetorically instead of answering the question directly.

Zuo Si answered very simply: "Yes, I know more about the orcs than you think, even their origin and evolution, as well as the civilization after the formation of the nomadic tribe.

In fact, like the intelligent life in Azeroth today, the birth of the orcs also originated from the creation of the Titans, to be precise, Aggramar among the Titans.

He came to this world and used the power of the elements to create the first huge elemental life-Grond.

The mission of this huge giant is to contain the constantly multiplying spores and prevent the entire world from being swallowed by the endless wasteland.

This is due to the orderly nature of the Titans themselves, and it is also the arrogance of their creator who believes that they are superior to all living beings in the physical universe.

Later, in order to fight against this terrifying Titan creation, the spores also evolved and condensed three huge spore giants.

In Draenor, this history of ancient origins is known as the Giant Wars.

Two of the spore giants were killed by the Titans, and one of them became the watery Zangarmarsh, while the other became a dense jungle.

As for the last one, he gained a huge strength bonus by absorbing the life essence left after the death of the first two spore giants. He successfully crushed the seriously injured Grond and won the giant war.

The fragments of Grond's body after his fall gradually evolved into the rolling mountains of today's Nagrand region.

The place where it died is considered the most sacred place by the elements of Draenor, which is the Elemental Throne where the four elemental leaders live.

But what is surprising is that the death of Grond did not make the last surviving spore giant proud for long.

The stones that collapsed from his body were also contaminated with the life essence of the spores, and relatively small elemental giants were born.

With the blessing of the Titan Grond, these giants continued to wage a thousand-year war with the native spores of Draenor, killing the last spore giants by self-destruction, setting the stage for this struggle for planetary dominance. The war came to an end.

The djinn were further eroded by the spores during this period, first degenerating into the relatively weak and stupid Magron, and then completely degenerating into the half-element, half-flesh Gronn.

This is somewhat similar to the flesh-and-blood curse given to the Titan creations by the ancient gods of Azeroth, which eventually created humans, dwarves, and gnomes.

There are still a few gronn in Draenor today, and they are regarded as gods by the ogres.

As time passed, many Gronns continued to combine with spores and degenerated into one-eyed demons, which in turn degenerated into ogres, and finally continued to degenerate and gave birth to orcs.

This also explains very well why the relationship between Gronn, One-eyed Demon, Ogre and Orc is always that the former enslaves the latter, and then the latter rises up to resist and overthrow the former's enslavement, and then continues to enslave creatures weaker than themselves.

It is like an endless cycle that will never stop as long as degradation continues.

Because of this, the orcs will not have any resistance or psychological burden towards slavery, but will take it for granted.

Starting from Goron, this thought and cultural tradition has been deeply engraved in their bones and passed down from generation to generation.

As for the never-ending thirst for blood, carnage, and violence, it was caused by the long and brutal war between the spores and the elements.

Both the descendants of the Grond, who represent the power of the elements, and their enemies, the spore life, have had to evolve in order to survive and win.

In the end, in the rounds of elimination, only those genes that are best at fighting are retained.

I will give an evaluation of the orc race based on the history of biological evolution and cultural inheritance. "

As these words blurted out, Medivh instantly fell into silence.

He is not one of those ignorant farmers who have not even received basic education. Instead, he has a huge library that even Dalaran would envy. He naturally knows that Zuo Si is not talking nonsense, and that the discussion process has a complete and clear logical chain.

After about half a minute, Medivh asked again: "Then what do you plan to do with the orcs left in the world of Draenor? Are they going to go through the Dark Portal and launch a massacre to exterminate this race?"

"No, of course not. I would not do anything so barbaric. To be honest, I have other plans for them."

After that, Zuo Si ignored the Glory Castle built by the Alliance on the Hellfire Peninsula and directly activated the teleportation magic to instantly arrive at the scorched Shadowmoon Valley.

At this moment, this place has been completely occupied by the legion led by Magtheridon, and there are portals built on the rifts in space everywhere.

Demons coming from all over the universe are continuously gathering at the Dark Temple, and the number of Hellfires alone has reached an astonishing number.

Not to mention the many Fel Orc armies affected by the blood of the Abyss Lords.

After Ner'zhul's plan failed, almost all the orc warriors who drank the blood of demons were recruited by Magtheridon.

If you give this guy a little more time, he will inevitably start a war to unify the entire outer domain.

This is also the way the Burning Legion deals with planets that have little use value.

To put it simply, a high-level demon commander and a small number of elites are sent to invade, and then they are responsible for building a legion portal, drawing troops from other planets without war, and completing the complete occupation of this planet.

After completing this step, they will convert the energy contained in the entire planet into evil energy and use it as a rear base to provide resources and troops.

As for the native creatures, without exception, they will be twisted into special forms of demons like Sartre.

With the power of the planeswalker's spark, Zuo Si easily felt the ubiquitous space cracks in Shadowmoon Valley, pursed his lips and gave Archimonde an order.

"Do what you have to do. Within two hours, I want to see all the portals under our control."

"As you wish, great master."

Archimonde placed one hand on his chest and bowed gracefully, then took a step forward and rushed towards the direction of the Dark Temple.

All enemies who tried to stop him along the way were either trampled to pieces or torn apart by powerful magical power.

The energy cannon in the palm of the hand can destroy a well-defended camp or fortress with one strike.

Not only that!

During the attack, Archimonde also summoned the demon army that he had completed with his own hands.

In the blink of an eye, the polluter, who was just one person at first, had transformed into a sizable army out of thin air.

Moreover, more and more demons were completed during the attack, causing the size of this army to continue to expand.

"What's going on? What happened?"

The loud shouts of death instantly caused Magtheridon, who was still enjoying the service of Mistress Shahras, to get up from the ground. A violent aura burst out from his eyes filled with green evil energy.

"Sir... Your Majesty! We have suffered a fierce attack! Thirteen outer fortresses have been destroyed, and the portals have fallen into the opponent's control one after another."

A female demon hurriedly knelt down and reported in a nervous tone.

"Attack? Who dares to attack the dark temple that belongs to me? Gather the army immediately! I will personally twist off the head of this arrogant person!"

Magtheridon burst into a deafening roar in rage.

Maybe it was because the sound was too loud, and the dust from the entire roof fell down in large swaths.

When the female demon saw this, she immediately showed a troubled look, and cautiously reminded: "According to the news from the front line, it seems that the person who is attacking the Dark Temple is Lord Archimonde..."

"What? I didn't hear you clearly! Repeat it again!"

Magtheridon, who was so angry one second, showed a horrified expression the next second.

You must know that except for a few, almost all the abyss lords are under the command of Archimonde, so they have a natural fear of polluters.

"The one who is attacking the Dark Temple seems to be Lord Archimonde. The only thing that makes people confused is that his appearance and appearance have changed dramatically."

The female demon did not dare to disobey the order of the king of the outside world in front of her and told everything she knew.

"Damn it! I have to see it for myself."

Magtheridon quickly moved his huge and fat body and disappeared at the end of the claustrophobic corridor of the Dark Temple.

Watching his back gradually disappearing, the naked Mistress Shahras turned over, lying on her side in a very lazy and seductive posture, dragging her chin with one hand and asking Said: "Are you sure it was really Lord Archimonde who launched an attack on the Black Temple?"

"Yes, Mistress. Maybe his appearance and appearance have changed dramatically, but that kind of destructive magical power cannot be faked by anyone."

The female devil replied in the affirmative with a serious look on her face.

Although Magtheridon is the king of Outland, in fact, because the demons pouring out of the portal come from all corners of the universe and were previously subordinate to other demon commanders, it is very troublesome to manage.

Therefore, it is inevitable that there will be many factions within.

Mother Shahrath took the opportunity to quickly gain a foothold with her cunning, vicious and cruel style, and through seduction, Magtheridon gave herself the power to control all female demons.

Many times, what kind of news and intelligence Magtheridon will obtain does not actually depend on himself, but on her.

"Then what's the reason? Why did Lord Archimonde suddenly come to Outland, a barren and worthless planet? Isn't he currently leading the Legion to implement a plan to invade Azeroth?"

Mother Shahras showed a very confused and puzzled expression.

Obviously, unlike those important strongholds, the Burning Legion has a completely hands-off attitude towards Draenor, without even setting up the most basic communication equipment.

This means that they cannot obtain first-hand information, and they do not know that Archimonde has already rebelled.

For this reason, Kil'jaeden was so angry that he almost came to deal with this damn traitor himself.

The Dark Titan Sargeras was so furious that he almost tore apart the Burning Throne on the planet Argus.

It's a pity that Zuo Si controlled the size of the portal very insidiously when he helped Archimonde open it.

So a dark titan like Sargeras would definitely not be able to survive.

If Kil'jaeden dared to come, he wouldn't mind taking these two Burning Legion heroes as his guide.

Just as Zuo Si began to launch an attack on the Black Temple, preparing to use the large number of portals here to launch a full-scale attack on the planet occupied by the Legion, far away in the Felwood Forest of Azeroth, the always proud Illidan was kneeling on one knee to a group of people. An Eredar demon projection covered in red skin saluted.

This red-skinned demon is none other than Kil'jaeden the Deceiver.

This powerful demon who usually hides behind the scenes rarely used a threatening tone, but said straight to the point: "Illidan Stormrage, the Legion needs your services now. For this reason, I don't mind your presence. An act of betrayal during the ancient war ten thousand years ago.”

"I am at your beck and call, Great Deceiver."

Illidan lowered his head deeply, not feeling arrogant at all due to the sudden increase in strength.

There is no contempt or neglect just because the other party only has a projection.

Kil'jaeden nodded with satisfaction and continued: "I believe you already know what happened in Mount Hyjal, right?"

Illidan responded quickly: "Yes, I have observed it.

Although the portal has been successfully opened, the situation is overwhelmingly unfavorable to the Burning Legion.

Because the enemies encountered this time are no longer the local forces of Azeroth, but equally powerful and terrifying outsiders.

They are not only numerous but also powerful.

Especially the leader with a human appearance, almost drained the energy from the Well of Eternity in a very short period of time.

Not even you can do that.

The most important thing is that he doesn't know what means he used to instigate Archimonde.

This is undoubtedly a fatal blow. "

"very good.

Now that you know the situation, I'll give you a difficult task.

Set off immediately to the Tomb of Sargeras in the Broken Isles to resurrect the body of the Dark Titan left in this world.

Only in this way can we change the current unfavorable situation.

As a reward, you will be more powerful than you are now, and even become a veritable demon lord. "

Kil'jaeden gave the specific content of the mission straightforwardly.

Obviously, drawing the energy from the Well of Eternity from Zuo Si and Archimonde's inexplicable betrayal made him realize that this matter was far beyond what he could handle, and he must let the Dark Titan Sargeras or others His subordinate Argus, the "Destroyer", would have to take action.

And the Titan body left on the planet Azeroth was undoubtedly the key that could be used to reverse the unfavorable situation.

As for the Lich King...

Sorry, such low-grade garbage cannon fodder has long been out of Kil'jaeden's consideration.

Even if the Scourge Legion now rebels collectively, it will not have any effect in the face of a war of this scale.

"The body of Dark Titan Sargeras?"

Illidan's face was full of shock and disbelief after hearing the news.

Since he spent ten thousand years in a dark dungeon, he had no idea what was happening in the outside world, and he couldn't imagine how the world could escape even Sargeras himself had arrived. Robbery.

Who defeated the Dark Titan and buried and sealed its body.

However, Kil'jaeden obviously didn't want to explain too much and interrupted directly: "You just need to do what I tell you. As for the rest, it is not something you need to consider."

After that, he disappeared on the huge altar, leaving only Illidan and the Warsong clan who swore to follow him in a daze.