A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

As we all know, any large-scale military mobilization and transfer is never something that can be concealed.

Because there are often hundreds of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions of personnel, equipment, and logistics supplies concentrating in a certain direction, the noise caused by them can be seen and heard by anyone who is not deaf or blind.

Except for people like my loving father who are extremely stubborn, self-willed, and used to being arbitrary, I am afraid that most leaders with normal IQs and rationality will subconsciously do this when they see neighboring countries amassing large numbers of troops and deploying various war materials on their borders. Be prepared for invasion.

After all, mobilizing so many people and materials will inevitably incur huge costs.

If it weren't for the purpose of obtaining higher profits through war, who would be full and tossing around for no reason.

Is it because you think your financial pressure is not high enough?

In the same way, as the ninth level of Baator Hell officially entered the state of war mobilization, hundreds of millions of devils were gathered into complete legions one after another, and everyone smelled the breath of war.

Especially in the huge cyberpunk city where there are many forces from various outer planes and material planes, countless spies have already begun to inquire about who they are going to war with.

Especially those demon lords whose brains have been beaten into pieces, every one of them is very worried that Asmodeus and Zuo Si will suddenly join forces to launch a large-scale invasion of the Abyss at this time, and once again occupy and transform several or even Dozens of levels.

In that case, the weak balance currently maintained by the two sides will be completely broken.

Even the Spider Goddess Rose has stepped up her activities, and many dark elves who were originally low-key have become extremely active, trying to figure out which battlefield the huge legions assembled are going to.

After all, her kingdom is on the 66th floor of the abyss. Once the devil starts to invade on a large scale, she will definitely bear the brunt.

In addition, the orc and earth spirits who had completely broken up with Zuo Si before couldn't help but become nervous.

Gruumsh even suspended the long-term war with his old enemy elves and transferred his heavy troops back to his own country.

Cyric, the Prince of Lies, urgently formed an alliance with the Demon Prince Demogorgon.

The entire universe, whether it was gods or other divine powers, held its breath because of Zuo Si's sudden big move.

Not to mention them, even the lords from other levels who were also in the hell camp were tense.

Although most devils do not think that the prince, who has never been very interested in expanding influence and power, would attack one of his own.

But even if there is only one percent possibility, it is enough to make a guy like Viscount Maman, who was once an enemy of Zuo Si, feel nervous.

At this moment, in the stock exchange in the huge cyberpunk city, countless gamblers and speculators are performing a tragedy and comedy of ice and fire.

the reason is simple!

Such a large-scale military operation will definitely have a huge impact on the financial market.

What's more, the so-called "securities trading" here is not to facilitate resource allocation, it is simply a complete casino.

At any rate, the financial system on earth has greatly helped the development of real industry and technological innovation during the more than three hundred years of the rise of capital.

After all, the start of the financial industry can be traced back to the beginning of the Age of Discovery.

At that time, ocean trading was undoubtedly the most profitable business.

As long as a ship can successfully sail to Africa, which is rich in gold and gems, or to Southeast Asia and India, the origins of spices, and to East Asia, the famous homeland of silk, tea and porcelain, and return to Europe with these specialties, you can earn a lot of money immediately. times or even more than ten times the profit.

But along with high returns come unimaginable huge risks.

Whether it is storms, pirates, local chaos and turmoil, or those from other European countries, a ship full of cargo may disappear into thin air.

Even the richest merchants, nobles, and royal families could not bear such huge losses alone.

Therefore, in order to join this gluttonous feast, many European countries began to think of ways to pool private wealth and build more ships to control routes and important ports to ensure that they had an absolute monopoly on trade in certain regions.

This model of raising funds and paying dividends to investors was the beginning of modern finance.

As long as we look at the history of the European Age of Discovery, it is not difficult to see the key role that finance played in it.

It can even be said that almost every maritime power at that time developed an extremely advanced financial system.

For example, Britain was the first to complete the Industrial Revolution, and the Netherlands, which was able to become a sea coach driver by virtue of its extremely small territory, and France, which had fierce competition with Britain.

In fact, before the end of World War II, finance played a role in serving the real industry.

However, the brutal world wars caused by the old capitalist powers' competition for resources and markets, the widespread rise of proletarian regimes, and increasingly fierce internal class antagonisms have led to the elites beginning to actively pursue deindustrialization, retaining only high-end value-added industries. .

This is why the social conflicts in developed capitalist countries in Europe and the United States were greatly alleviated after the war.

Even young people a few decades from now will still praise capitalism and think it is the best system in the world.

Little do they know that all this actually stems from "self-castration."

Since we no longer have a large number of low-end industrial workers, we have transferred the low-profit manufacturing industry to less developed countries, and the original fierce social opposition will naturally cease to exist.

Moreover, it can also lower the cost of goods through cheap labor, and then use financial means to harvest the wealth that the other party has finally created, so that the people of the country can enjoy a better quality of life without a significant increase in income.

Later, as the concept of neoliberalism was clearly proposed, the modern financial system on earth completely turned away from reality and turned into a numbers game driven by debt.

However, the securities market in Bator Hell is just the opposite. It was designed from the beginning to be a Shura field full of intrigues and traps.

Its rise and fall are not directly related to earnings and financial reports, but are entirely determined by the intentions of speculators.

Its purpose is not to harvest wealth through capital means, but to harvest the souls of those speculators who participate in this game.

This means that even small relevant news may become a tool for traders behind the scenes to hype and create panic.

Therefore, the stocks and bonds here are undergoing violent fluctuations every day that people on earth cannot even imagine.

Maybe one second it was still rising, and the next second it would fall directly to the bottom and become worthless.

Not to mention such earth-shattering actions as the lord starting to mobilize for war.

By the way, in the stock exchange of the huge cyberpunk city, leverage of more than ten times, dozens of times, or even hundreds of times is a routine operation.

Because everyone who enters the market has one idea, either to make a fortune or to lose their soul.

It's only with such motivation and environment that good results can come out.

"NO!!!!!! MONEY! MY MONEY!"

"Oh my god! I...I'm actually bankrupt! How can I pay off so many debts?"

"Why? Why is this happening? Obviously everything was as I expected!"

"Damn it! It's all over now!"

"Hahahaha! Sent! Sent! Thank you to the great Prince Soth! From today on, I will be your most loyal believer!"

"Me too! Who would have thought that originally I just wanted to buy some military stocks and wait for them to appreciate in value to make a small fortune, but in the end my money suddenly doubled thirty times."

"Not only are military industry stocks rising, but the stocks of several mercenary intermediary companies have also taken off. It looks like they will rise for at least several days in a row."

"Let's go, find a place to have a drink?"

"Together! I happen to know a place that provides special services. You can enjoy other services while drinking."

…

Looking at the various figures in the trading floor who were either completely crazy or laughing like madmen, the financial experts from the Marvel Universe and Earth only felt their scalps numb and their whole bodies soaked with sweat.

You must know that on earth, any sudden stock market crash will be dubbed "Black Friday".

But here, similar situations happen almost every day.

In particular, the impact of this war mobilization simply exceeded the limits of everyone's imagination.

Likewise, they have gradually begun to gain a deeper understanding of this "completely free" financial market that connects countless worlds.

Even some people who originally admired financial liberalization began to make a 180-degree turn, believing that an unregulated market would eventually turn into a terrible disaster.

Because it is so "free" that long-term investors have no way to survive. In the end, all that is left are the desperate gamblers and speculators who chase the good coins.

Several older traders even suffered heart attacks and died on the spot because they could not withstand the steep curve that suddenly climbed and plummeted.

Thinking of this, the person in charge from the People's Federation took out a napkin and wiped the dense sweat on his head, and asked without looking back: "How about our asset allocation table? We should be able to barely maintain a breakeven, right?"

"Judging from the current situation, it should be about the same, and even a small profit. However, Kabor has not submitted the report yet. If he has not lost too much." Another woman in her fifties said with lingering fears. replied.

After trading started today, all financial derivatives such as stocks and bonds experienced ups and downs like a roller coaster, and so did the mood of all the operators.

After all, once a huge loss occurs, the loss is not just as simple as money, but also related to the life and death of the entire earth.

In addition, there is no concept of "debts are wiped out after death" in hell. Instead, their descendants, as well as the forces and countries where they live will be directly held accountable.

That kind of huge mental pressure that cannot be described in words, anyone with a poor mental quality will collapse instantly.

"Cabor?"

Upon hearing this name, the person in charge immediately frowned subconsciously.

He vaguely remembered that the other party seemed to be the boldest and most aggressive guy in the entire team. In order to pursue high returns, he had put all his funds on several stocks with unimaginably high risks.

Although the bets have been correct several times in a row, this adventurous style is not what the People's Federation encourages.

Just when the woman was about to say something, a middle-aged man in a suit and tie ran in from the outside in a panic, shouting breathlessly: "No... it's not good! Kabor... he …He just transferred all the assets he had and ran away.”

"What? Say it again!"

The person in charge's expression suddenly changed.

"Kabol ran away! He secretly increased the leverage one hundred and seventy times behind our back! All the assets under management have now turned into liabilities! Huge liabilities! And he also deceived me into transferring a large sum of money ”

The middle-aged man said everything he knew in an extremely excited tone.

"How much was the loss?"

The woman's chest rose and fell violently, and within a few seconds, dense red bloodshot eyes appeared in the whites of her eyes.

Because it is not something worth just a few trillions or more than a dozen trillion dollars, which can be slowly diluted by binding international trade settlements. At most, it will only trigger inflation on a global scale.

There are only two currencies in this exchange, one is real magic metals and precious metals, and the other is souls.

"Fifteen billion... We now owe Hell Bank 1.5 billion souls, which must be paid within three days, otherwise we will enter the process of freezing assets and compulsory liquidation."

The middle-aged man said a number in a trembling voice that made everyone present gasp.

1.5 billion souls? ! !

The moment he heard this number, the person in charge rolled his eyes and fell to the ground with a loud bang and fainted.

There is no way not to faint.

Every soul means living life.

And with the debt interest rates in Bato Hell, it would only take a few years to reach a desperate figure.

He simply couldn't imagine how the People's Federation would react when the news came back.

The woman screamed like a madman without any image: "How dare he! Hurry! Contact the United Council! Let them send the Astartes! Send the Avengers! Capture Kabor no matter what. return!"

"But this is Baator Hell. Any passerby or devil walking on the street has magical power that is beyond our reach and physical fitness far beyond ordinary people. Are you sure our people can move here? You must know that once you leave, it will be safe District, the methods of mind control and charm are simply too numerous to count.”

Another person wearing a powered mecha, wearing a lot of magic equipment and responsible for security couldn't help but question.

As the military attache stationed here by the People's Federation, he was responsible for collecting intelligence. From the first day after that, he began to investigate this huge and boundless city.

You won't know the result until you check it. Once you check it, you will fall into a state of intense panic.

Whether it is the insidiousness and cunningness of the devil, or the popularity of supernatural powers and various advanced technologies, they are definitely beyond the reach of humans on earth.

As far as the Avengers established by Nick Fury are concerned, most of the members are just slightly stronger cannon fodder here.

Especially mortals like Black Widow, Hawkeye, Iron Man, and Captain America. Without magical equipment to resist mind control, it is very likely that they will be affected, controlled, and even turn into each other without even knowing what is happening. spy.

The same is true for those surgically modified Super Astartes warriors.

In addition, evil magic that plays with the soul and illusions that can confuse the real with the fake are beyond the reach of ordinary technology.

Even some humble street gang leaders can make huge waves on the planet.

"I can't control that much anymore! Anyway, send the news back first, and leave the rest to the People's Federation Council to decide. If Kabor is not captured, who will bear such a big blame? We might all be sent to it. The court sentenced him to death."

The woman was grabbing her hair hysterically, with an expression of collapse and despair on her face.

There is no doubt that the fate of these guys fully illustrates how dangerous and terrifying it can become when the financial disengagement industry starts to become a giant casino.

Of course, what is even more frightening are those "leeks" who do not have the power of capital and want to rely on money to make money continuously.

It is precisely because of human greed and the desire for something for nothing that there are endless crops of leeks.

As the goddess of wealth, Wojin, who also settled in the ninth level of Baator Hell, she was observing the situation in the stock exchange with great interest. After a while, she commented: "Interesting, this is really a very clever robbery. The way.”

"robbery?"

A priest who was following the goddess looked very confused.

“Well, it’s robbery.

Because the speculators and gamblers on this exchange are not creating real wealth.

It's more like a group of people sitting at a gambling table robbing each other's money.

The entire process did not create any corresponding physical object.

No wonder South thinks that the way these people use transaction added value as a wealth statistics method is simply ridiculous. It is estimated that at least one-third to more than half of it is filled with this kind of water. "

As he said these words, naked and undisguised contempt appeared on Watkin's face.

As the goddess of wealth, what she values ​​​​has always been the real increase in wealth, not this false bubble.

This is why she strictly prohibits believers from engaging in such messy things, and will be very cautious when issuing currency. She would rather issue less than indiscriminately, ensuring that every amount of money has corresponding things.

Whenever he heard those people on the stock exchange praying to him, Waking would feel more ridiculous than ever.

Because this is not her domain at all, but the authority of Tymora, the goddess of luck.

The most important thing is that she very doubts that as a goddess of the good camp, Tymora will respond and bless these guys who have been swallowed up by greed in their hearts.

"Then...should we take advantage of the chaos to acquire some high-quality assets that have entered bankruptcy liquidation?"

The priest asked cautiously.

Waking responded without thinking: "Of course.

Tell everyone in the church that as long as it is a valuable property, you can boldly acquire it with confidence.

By the way, help me find out who Sos is planning to deal with when he suddenly made such a big noise.

Oh, by the way, I also sent someone to bring over the mortal man named Kabor. I am very interested in his soul. "

"As you wish."

The priest put one hand on his chest and bowed deeply, then quickly turned around and left.

After a while, the trader who escaped from the Federation of People's Liberation Army placed a terrifying bounty on both the black and white lanes.

The believers of the Church of Woking, the Goddess of Wealth, are basically wealthy businessmen. Therefore, they rarely roll up their sleeves and fight for their lives. Instead, they prefer to spend money to hire others to do some potentially dangerous things for them.

Various adventurers, gangs, killers, and mercenary companies in the huge cyberpunk city immediately took action after seeing this high reward.

Kabor, who was on the run, did not realize that he had unknowingly become the cause of a storm.

To be precise, he no longer cared about this and was walking quickly through a dark and narrow alley carrying a box.

Just when the guy was trying to open the sewer cover, he suddenly felt something hard pressing against the back of his head. He immediately shivered with fright and quickly raised his hands and begged: "Don't... don't shoot! I can pay." A ransom to buy your own life!”

"Buying your life? Do you know how much the reward is now?"

A slightly enchanting female voice came from behind.

Through the shadow reflected on the glass next to her, she could vaguely tell that this was a female tiefling holding a double-barreled shotgun. Judging from her attire, she should be a mercenary or adventurer.

"I have a bounty on my head?!"

Kabor was visibly taken aback.

Because he felt that the People's Federation should not move so quickly.

"That's right.

Now as long as I can capture you, I can exchange for 50,000 souls.

This was a huge sum of money, and if converted into gold coins, it would be enough to squander it for more than ten years.

I sincerely advise you not to be clever.

Because the reward is very clear, just make sure you are alive.

It doesn't matter whether you will lose your legs and arms, lose two eyes, or have your teeth pulled out one by one. "

While talking, the female tiefling took out an activated rope and planned to capture this valuable prisoner with a bounty on his head and take him away.

But at the moment when the activated rope tied Kabol up, the female tiefling's head suddenly exploded with a thunderous bang without any warning, like a watermelon falling to the ground from a height.

All kinds of blood, brain tissue and broken skulls flew everywhere, spraying directly on his head and face. His legs suddenly softened and he knelt down with a plop, lying on the ground and began to vomit uncontrollably.

Because the scene was too bloody and brutal.

Before Kabol could react to what was going on, another dwarf came out of the dark corner with a large-caliber revolver and spat at the headless corpse on the ground: "Bah! That's it! You, a tiefling bastard, want to take this business away from me? The reward of 50,000 souls belongs to me."

Looking at the other party's skillful technique of touching corpses and his indifferent reaction to killing and death, Kabor felt as if he had instantly entered an ice cellar.

For the first time, he realized that there was such a dark and dangerous lawless zone hidden far away in the seemingly orderly huge cyberpunk city.

Just as the dwarf finished searching for valuable things and pulled Kabor away, a shadow suddenly emerged from the darkness, came behind the dwarf at lightning speed, and swung a dagger directly through his jaw to kill him.

The whole process was clean and tidy, with no extraneous movements.

This time, before the identity of the assassin could be seen clearly, dazzling magic missiles rained down from the sky, beating the unlucky guy into a puddle of meat on the spot.

Because everything happened so fast and suddenly, Kabor didn't even have a chance to react. He could only watch as he became the prey of bounty hunters, mercenaries, and adventurers, standing still and moving. Don't dare to move either.

Because he had no idea how many dangerous people were hiding around this alley looking for bounties, and whether he would be accidentally injured if he ran around.

horrible!

It's absolutely terrible!

Is this the true face of Baator Hell?

Kabol hugged the box in his hand tightly, with a trace of regret in his eyes.

At this moment, he finally realized how dangerous it was after leaving the safe area. If he was not careful, he would die.

But the problem is that it's obviously too late to regret now.

In less than ten minutes, the entire alley was filled with mutilated corpses, and blood covered the ground to form a thick layer of gelatin.

…

At the same time, Zuo Si, who had already arrived on the planet Azeroth, still didn't know what kind of ripples his sudden decision to declare war on the Burning Legion would cause. He was standing on a high slope near Mount Hyjal, looking down at the already packed land. On the battlefield of corpses, it took a while before he asked meaningfully: "Are you ready?"

"Ah! I have been prepared for a long time and can take action at any time to help you open the time and space tunnel into Argus."

Illidan Stormrage grinned, revealing a row of sharp, demonic teeth.

“In that case, let the game begin.

This time, I not only want to defeat Sargeras and the Burning Legion, but also make the Titan Pantheon history.

As I promised, mortal affairs should be left to mortals to resolve themselves.

As for the Titans who are accustomed to imposing their will on others, it is better to withdraw from the stage of history as soon as possible. "

Zuo Si clearly expressed his position.

"I understand, I'll go back and start the plan."

Illidan agreed straightforwardly, then opened a portal and disappeared.

As soon as he stepped forward with his front foot, the originally balanced situation on the battlefield of Mount Hyjal was instantly broken.

I saw the Green Devil Judge Fulinkai directly leading the huge legion that had just been teleported and charging towards the Burning Legion's magic artillery position.

With just one face-to-face encounter, those defensive lines that had been built with great difficulty were instantly penetrated.

Countless demons were torn to pieces by these raging neo-Phyrexia creations seeking evolution.

original!

brutal!

violent!

That's the thing about the green mana faction.

Especially Fulinkai himself, basically every time he kills a demon, he will remove some "parts" from the other party and install them on himself.

This is also an old tradition among the green factions of New Phyrexia.

In Mirrodin's time and space, he had engaged in projects such as arena duels, where the winning party could take away a certain part of the losing party's body.

Through this kind of continuous and cruel elimination like the law of the jungle, in the end everyone who is left has rich combat experience.

Although there are some minor flaws in the coordination, it does not affect the combat effectiveness.

"Hahahaha! Come on! Demons of the Burning Legion! Use your lives to please me!"

Flunkai roared and tore apart a pit lord.

The huge amount of evil energy in the latter's body instantly leaked out, forming shock waves and green flames that swept everything.

His unparalleled posture instantly attracted the attention of several high-level demons.

Among them is the famous Doom Lord Kazzak.

"Who is that guy? Why have I never seen him before?" Kazak asked his adjutant.

Since this tug-of-war has been going on for a long time, the high-level combat forces of both sides are basically familiar with each other.

The adjutant responded solemnly: "Maybe it's reinforcements. After all, his appearance is very close to those creatures calling themselves New Phyrexia. And if it can't be contained, it won't take long for him to destroy the defenses we built." Destroy them all."

"You come to command the army for me, and I'm going to meet him personally."

As he spoke, Kazak brandished a giant sword that could directly split the walls of the castle fortress, flapped his wings and rose into the air, flying in the direction of Fulinkai.

Fulinkai obviously noticed the huge Lord of Doom. Instead of showing any intention of dodging, he jumped up to meet him.

boom! ! ! ! ! ! !

When two powerful creatures collide, the overflowing energy alone destroys everything around them.

The terrifying energy storm even killed thousands of imps and morges in an instant.

The entire evil artillery position was on the same ground, with not even a trace of residue left.

"Are you Doom Lord Kazzak?"

Fulinkai waved his sharp claws and pressed the opponent's [Dragon King's War Blade] under him, preventing him from making any progress.

"Who are you? New reinforcements? Are you planning to tear up the agreement and declare war on the Legion again?"

Kazak raised three questions that he was most concerned about.

"That's right! The great father of New Phyrexia has given orders to sweep across this universe. Driving you off this planet is the first step."

Having said that, Fulinkai began to increase his strength, relying on the powerful engine given by Shimmering Oil to overwhelm Doom Lord Kazzak in terms of strength, and then kicked him away, leaving him rolling and crawling on the ground. A deep ravine.

"How can this be!"

Kazak stared at his cracked, bleeding, uncontrollably trembling tiger's mouth, his face full of shock and disbelief.

You must know that he is one of the highest-ranking commanders in the Burning Legion after the Dark Titan's deputies such as Kil'jaeden and Archimonde. He can easily destroy a city by himself, and has led an army to complete the task more than once. Conquer the entire planet.

No one has ever been able to form such a huge crushing advantage over it in terms of strength.

"Hmph! Maybe in this universe, you and the Burning Legion you are loyal to are the most powerful force, but they are still far behind us who can connect the multiverse. Now accept the great New Phyrexia A gift from the Father. You will understand what this means when you become one of us.”

Fulinkai ran quickly as he spoke, looking like a huge super Tyrannosaurus rex. Every step would cause the surrounding ground to shake slightly.

You must know that he is the largest and heaviest of all demon judges.

Although his speed and reaction are slightly slow, he possesses power unmatched by any other Demon Judge.

Its unique body structure is completely designed for head-on confrontation.

So when Fulinkai charged up, there was nothing that could stop him from moving forward.

boom! boom! boom! boom!

Seeing this behemoth getting closer and closer to him, Kazak immediately activated his unique mark, trying to extract magical energy from the opponent's body to cast a powerful evil spell.

But what surprised him was that what flew out of the Green Goblin's body was not energy, but a large black gleaming oil.

As a frontline commander who has been fighting in Mount Hyjal for a long time, it is of course impossible for the Lord of Doom not to know the horror of Shimmering Oil.

Because once you are infected by this thing before death, it means that it will not take long before you will be infected and become a member of the other party.

Even the corpses of dead demons will be pieced together again by the shimmering oil and become cannon fodder without thoughts or emotions, similar to the undead.

This is much more terrifying than the Lich King created by Kil'jaeden.

Without any time to think about it, Kazzak immediately released a group of shadow arrows to evaporate all the glittering oil.

But how could Fulinkai, who had already rushed forward, give the opponent such a chance.

He first waved his forelimbs to pull the flying Doom Lord off his head and threw it to the ground. Then he jumped up and smashed down like a mountain.

puff!

Kazak could not withstand such an impact, and a large amount of blood immediately spurted out from his mouth and nose.

The severe pain made him become extremely bloodthirsty and violent. He swung the giant sword in his hand and wanted to kill the enemy in front of him.

But unfortunately, the Lord of Doom didn't know that the thick layer of solid metal armor covering Fulinkai's body was all magic alloy made with the help of Jinji Tasha.

Its toughness and magic resistance cannot even be compared to Captain America's vibranium shield.

As a result, several consecutive cuts failed to break the defense, leaving only a few deep dents, which would be repaired with glittering oil in a short time.

In turn, Fulinkai took advantage of the opportunity to get close to him and directly spewed out a massive amount of glittering oil from his body, obviously trying to kill the Lord of Doom.

"It's useless, stop struggling, come and embrace the glorious evolution. The great father of New Phyrexia is invincible!"

"No!!!! Don't even think about it!"

Feeling the black oil flowing down his mouth, nose, eyes, and wounds into his body and soul, Kazak finally began to panic.

As a demon that can be resurrected infinitely, he is certainly not afraid of death. At worst, he can return to Argus and build a new body to make a comeback.

But the problem is that the other party obviously doesn't want to give him a chance to commit suicide.

"Hahahaha! It's not up to you!"

Fulinkai laughed wildly and continued to pour more oil.

It didn't take long for Kazak's struggle to become weaker and weaker, and finally he simply lay motionless on the ground like a corpse.

Obviously, the time it takes to infect such a powerful demon lord is simply not comparable to that of other demons.

However, as Kazzak was defeated, the resistance on the entire battlefield instantly collapsed.

Countless senior Burning Legion commanders were afraid that they would also be poisoned, so they abandoned their positions and ran towards the portal behind them, fearing that they would be caught by Shio You if they ran too slowly.

The ferocious beast legions of the green faction of Fulinkai took the opportunity to divide and surround these enemies who had lost their will to fight and fled in all directions, devouring their prey crazily to strengthen themselves.

If this continues, it will only take a day or two for the Burning Legion to be driven out of Azeroth.

But the Legion obviously won't sit still.

Especially the other side of this portal is connected to the lair - Argus.

Although the Titans with the Star Soul Awakening have been kidnapped by Zuo Si, Sargeras does not only have one Titan in his hand, but a dozen of them. Just inserting any of them can keep the entire system running.

Moreover, being exposed to the devil's chaotic and evil thoughts for a long time and enduring endless torture can accelerate the degradation of the Titan's soul.

Once these former brothers and sisters had all taken their own form, Sargeras would be able to build his own dark pantheon.

At the Burning Throne at this moment, Kil'jaeden the Deceiver was roaring ferociously: "Asshole! How dare they tear up the truce agreement with the Legion? Send all your troops over immediately. The position on the other side of the portal is absolutely Can’t throw it away.”

"clear!"

The eredar adjutant nodded quickly and then conveyed the order through the legion's unique magical communication method.

In less than five minutes, three huge demon legions marched through the portal and joined the battlefield at Mount Hyjal.

Especially the rune weapon carried by one of the legions, which leveled most of Mount Hyjal with one shot.

The New Phyrexia Legion that launched the attack was immediately severely damaged, and Fulinkai was almost wiped out on the spot.

But fortunately, the hard shell of his "Steel Greymon" protected it, but the inside was roasted to a half-baked degree by the ultra-high temperature, and could only be repaired slowly with the help of shimmering oil.

Looking at the large number of Burning Legion demons pouring out of the portal, Zuo Si couldn't help but slightly raised the corners of his mouth and whispered: "Is it so easy to be transferred out? It seems that Kil'jaeden is not aware of the danger in his mind. . Dear Illidan Stormrage, I have paved the way for you this time, and I will see your performance next."

Obviously, Zuo Si launched the attack on Mount Hyjal in order to attract as many of the Burning Legion's troops in Argus as possible to give "Mr. Dan" the best opportunity to invade.

As a person who values ​​efficiency in everything he does, he does not want to engage in a protracted tug-of-war with the opponent, pushing one planet after another.

In comparison, it is easier and faster to launch a decapitation operation.

However, this "head" does not refer to Kil'jaeden, but to his master Sargeras.

Since being injured by Tong Zhao, the Dark Titan has never been seen again. Most likely, he is either still recovering from his injuries or thinking about how to deal with this terrible artifact.