Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Bang, bang"

The knock on the door rang in Maiev's office. A moment later, the hoarse voice came out:

"Come in."

The shadow of the high-level agent pushed open the door holding a document, and she saw Maiev lying on the table and writing a book. She seemed to be writing a task report, which should be handed over to the lord, otherwise the general task Reports are all done by the secretary.

The shadow did not disturb Maiev’s thoughts. After a few minutes, Maiev put down the quill pen in her hand. When she raised her head, the shadow handed her the file, and the latter took it in her hand and looked at it for a moment. , Could not help but sigh:

"Yo, these miscellaneous troops are making good progress. The second war started so soon."

Maiev spoke, looking up at the shadow:

"Have the records and various data of the Battle of Terror Scars been sent back?"

"Well, just 17 runestones were used to record the data, and there are many image materials."

Shadow replied:

"Analysts have begun to analyze the data, and detailed statistical results will be made in 3 days."

"3 days? No!"

Maiev snorted and set aside the file in her hand, she said:

"In three days, they even finished the battle of Niskala. Give them two days. The undead need not sleep! Give me overtime and work all night! Send the data to me at the fastest speed! Boss And the entire strategic command system is paying attention to this war. The Dark Alliance is like a guinea pig we put into the stars. All the information related to their actions can become the basis for the dark stars to enter the stars."

"This is very important, so you coordinate this matter yourself."

"Row!"

The shadow responded, but she seemed suspicious. She lowered her voice and asked:

"Mavi, did you tell the boss about the transaction between us and the orderer? This matter is more sensitive. I think we still can't work first and then report. This will cause problems."

"I didn't mention it."

Maiev also had a headache and gave herself a lady cigarette. In the strange sandalwood fragrance, she whispered:

"But I suspect that before this happened, the boss knew it already. Seriously, I suspect that the boss puts "eyes" in the preachers. In fact, he has never relaxed the traitors. Monitor."

"He knows that reporting to us is two things."

The shadow said casually:

"The operation of the system is not maintained by virtuous cooperation, since within this system, the rules of this system must be followed."

"Of course I know this. If it weren't for you to come suddenly, I should be in the boss's office now."

Maiev glanced at the shadow. She knocked on an unnamed document placed on her desk and the task report she had just written. She said:

""Deep Sea" gave us the topographic map of the planet Knossos in advance, and also marked us the temples that store the knowledge of the ancient Nasrezim demons, as well as several treasure troves that may store special materials, which it returns With all of our identification codes, this is equivalent to our agent just riding the Dark Alliance spacecraft, touching the planet, and retrieving things according to the map."

"It's the same as finding things...but I heard that before those agents left, the boss specially ordered Marais high-level agents to join them, but the problem was that no one knew what her mission was."

Maiev scratched her hair, she looked at the shadow:

"Marais has always been your subordinate, so do you know?"

Shadow shrugged:

"Of course I know, but I can't tell you, Maiev...this is discipline."

"I can only say that Marais' journey is part of a certain experiment, and that is an extremely cruel mission."

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In the treasure house of Niskala, the dark green evil energy illuminates the dark haze of this dark space. It is not as cluttered as other demon camps. It is like a real collectibles exhibition hall. The Burning Legion The most precious things looted from various worlds are placed here, and this is just the most insignificant part of those endless treasures.

Illidan walking in it did not pay attention to the precious treasures placed on the surrounding shelves. His goal has always been clear.

At the end of the treasure trove, on a stone table full of various knife marks that is too simple to be added, there are two quaint war blades, which are not the same as the Essinus war blade used by Illidan. Too the same. The handles of the two war blades are in the front and the blades are in the rear, just like the fist blades used by the assassins.

It doesn't have too many carvings on the surface, and the blade looks a little thin, which is completely different from the elaborately crafted weapons of Azeroth. It is more like a poor blacksmith who made out of rough metal, and then wound two on the handle Same as the cloth strip.

There are no glowing enchants, no delicate patterns, nor perfect arcs. This is a knife, an ordinary knife, a war knife that has long been annihilated by the people of the fighting race Aldaqi in the history of stars.

On that blade, there was a glimmer of blood stains, like the only decoration of this simple war knife.

It was the blood of the dark Titan Sargeras, representing the highest glory that a weapon could obtain, and in this blade, there was a sleeping soul, and Illidan could clearly feel it without opening the ghost vision, The soul, resident in the blade, seemed to be alive and breathing, just like the last soldier on the battlefield, still fighting endlessly.

"Swoosh"

At the moment Illidan approached the sword, a sharp blade light illuminated in front of his abrupt eyes. The demon hunter raised his finger, the demonized claws protruded, and shattered the blade light.

On the face with the dark red stripe, Illidan was expressionless:

"Is this welcome? Toranar the Fearless."

"You... you are not a demon!"

A hoarse, steel-like voice resounded in Illidan's mind. He used devil's language, which is a language that demon hunters must master. The master of that voice seemed to be examining Illidan, his tone Is full of disdain:

"But you are fighting with the power of demons. Are you a running dog of the Burning Legion? Are you trying to wield my war blade? Are you...worthy?"

Illidan did not answer this question. He hated talking to strangers. His time was precious, so he ignored the question of the fearless Toranal. He spread his hands and said in a deep voice:

"Both me and my world are threatened by demons. Ten thousand years ago and now, demons invaded my time, twice... They failed twice, but demons brewed a third invasion, this time, They must do their best, so we must do our best!"

"I took my comrades into the stars, this is probably the first expedition between the stars in our world, and I came for you! Come for your war blade!"

"If you want to defeat the demons, you have to have more powerful power than them! You defeated the dark incarnation of Sargeras, which made me revered, because I also faced the dark Titan. I know its power more than anyone."

"I need your help! Your world is dead, but my world is still alive. If you still regret your world, then follow me, for my world, for the rest of the stars Let's fight!"

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself."

"My name is Illidan... Illidan. Stormrage. You are not the only one who defeated Sargeras. I also repulsed the Dark Titan 10,000 years ago, so for your last question, I 'S answer is..."

"I think I deserve it!"

"My time is precious. My comrades are using my life to buy time for me. So, do you continue to stay here to remember the glory of the past, or join forces with me to send the dark Titan and his burning legion in the future Go to hell..."

"Now, it's your choice!"

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On the other side, on the broken star of Niskala, on the second line of defense leading to the base of the demon, hundreds of thousands of fierce demons are clenching their weapons, carrying out the craziest with the surging demonic zombies battle.

These demons were sent into this precarious line of defense by the war team. If they did not come, they would be killed by the war team on the spot, and they entered the line of defense. Under the ravages of zombie tide, they could live for a while, but once The second layer of defense has a sign of being broken, and the demon artillery position sitting behind the third layer of defense will immediately fire.

The enemy-independent artillery will engulf the tide of zombies, but it will also tear apart the demon on the defense line.

The whole battlefield was a mess of porridge. Countless demons fell in a moment, and then were resurrected into demonic walking corpses in convulsions. Joining the horrible zombie tide, the death knights continued to manipulate these walking demonic corpses from various Surrounding the demons in the direction, they pressed the whole line, blocking the elite demons of Niskala headquarters on the defense line.

The demon here is extremely powerful. If it is not in the first wave of raids, the star port of Niskala is occupied by the undead. Once the starship supports it, even if the death knights are desperate, it is impossible to advance the war to the present. This step.

However, as the plague effect on the ground gradually subsided, the number of corpses activated by battlefield killing was far behind the corpses consumed by the battle. The Order Knight Death Knight can still withstand or even suppress the demon, but this situation soon After being reversed, especially the demons from other parts of Niskala broke through the encirclement of the dark harvesters of the Black Scythe Council, and after successfully converging with the demons of the base camp, they once again gained the upper hand in numbers.

In other words, the casualties caused by the Dark Alliance to the demons are not enough to defeat them.

"Damn! We are a serious disadvantage in firepower! The demons can use their **** artillery to stop our corpse tide, and the Illidari’s cargo ship is not useful! We are being beaten down. Damn it!"

Lord Kurtaz scolded and buckled his helmet on his head. He shouted to the adjutant Thassarian behind him:

"Let them throw all the remaining plague barrels into the demon's position! I took the knights to charge!"

"Also! Next time you come to war, remember to bring artillery troops! It's better to have less than nothing!"

And at the moment Lord Kultarz dragged the warhammer onto his dead horse, an exclamation suddenly sounded from behind the group of warlocks, so that the dwarf lord could not help raising his head, and then he saw what was in front of him. Above the ridge, on the third line of defense where the dense demon fort is located, flames are bursting wildly.

"It's Illidan! And his demon hunter!"

Sassarian shouted:

"They are back to support us!"

That's right, Illidan!

Illidan is completely different.

In the state of demon transformation, Illidan's demon body reached nearly 6 meters, which is different from the previous demon with wings. At this time, Illidan is more like a savage demon terror beast, black with huge horns. Under the sharp corner is a face that has become resolute, behind the muscle-stretched demon body, the position where the wings were originally born, replaced it, and turned into a greasy black bone spurs, which were accompanied by Illidan The violent attack is like a pair of scary bone wings.

His huge hoof tramples in the demon's position. Every step forward, the ground under his feet will be broken by the force of mad surge. The most conspicuous thing is that there is a pair of full cover on Illidan's arms. The fist armor, which is a very unpopular weapon, like two shields, protects Illidan's arms with death, and in front of the fist armor is a handguard with terror spikes covered by steel.

The power of dark green evil energy and the power of the red Aldaqi Warriors linger on the double fists, making Illidan look a little less hazy and cunning, and a little more domineering and brutal.

He roared. In front of him, a violent abyss lord waved his halberd to expel Illidan and his demon hunters who burst into the artillery position, but Illidan did not evade. In an instant, he jumped from the ground, and in the roar like dull thunder, his heavy fists waved, and his left hand blocked the halberd that the abyssal lord smashed. In the sparks of the weapon collision, he was heavy steel The covered right fist, like a warhammer, crashed on the ugly inverted triangle head of the abyssal lord.

"boom"

Like the cracking of a ripe watermelon being smashed, disgusting green blood and red brains are thrown everywhere, the demonized Illidan caught the severely deformed head of the abyss lord, and the disaster on his arms In the activity of the fist, the ugly head was torn open, the headless body of the abyss lord was still twitching on the ground, and Illidan dragging the ugly head had already bypassed the battlefield.

Illidan moved his shoulders alone, his upper body naked, his cow-like hoof stepped forward, and the demons stepped back in panic. He waved his hand and smashed the demon's head to the feet of the panicked demon guards in front of him. The scene suddenly let the demon in front of him go away.

It's not that there is no devil who kills the abyss lord by brute force, but it is so scary to do so neatly...

"boom"

Illidan clenched his fists. In the outbreak of the power of evil energy, a heavy fist of frustration hit the surface of the huge evil artillery in front of him, twisting the steel creation and twisting it, in a burst of flame explosion, this The huge demon stood on the ridge, raised his huge fists against the death knights and warlocks who began to counterattack below, and against the beating flame of destruction, it seemed to represent...

victory.

Already in hand!

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