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A figure stood on the top of the mountain of Hellfire Peninsula, staring coldly at the long crowd of people at the Dark Gate below.

"What are they doing?"

Standing there was a tall elf man with devil-like horns and wings. His name is Illidan, and he was once a very famous figure among the night elves. In fact, Illidan is also very famous now.

In the battle against the Burning Legion in ancient times 10,000 years ago, Illidan fought until the end, but because his approach was too radical, after the battle, Illidan was killed by his compatriots. Imprisoned.

Ten thousand years later, he escaped again and came to the Outland. Illidan's goal has never changed, which is to fight against the Burning Legion and eliminate Sargeras. To this end, he raised an army in the outer realm, attacked the dark temple built by the demons, and trained a group of demon hunters specifically born to hunt demons.

For Illidan, this is just the beginning. As long as he can defeat the Burning Legion, he doesn't care about paying any price.

The appearance of the Alliance Expeditionary Force had attracted Illidan's attention, but he did not care about those alliances. However, when the Inquisition appeared, Illidan changed his mind. He didn't know where this mysterious force came from, but the only thing that was certain was that the other party had a powerful force that could resist and destroy the Burning Legion.

Originally Illidan planned to find an opportunity to contact this mysterious force called the Tribunal, but what he did not expect was that after entering the outer domain, the other party did not advance inside as Illidan thought, but instead just stopped in the darkness. The door remained motionless. Not only that, the Alliance expeditionary forces that had gone deep into the outer lands actually withdrew!

Illidan sent people to investigate the situation, but the result surprised him.

The expeditionary force actually wants to evacuate!

What a joke! Evacuate! Why evacuate!

Illidan was puzzled. It was clear that the Inquisition had such powerful warships and it would be easy to destroy the entire Burning Legion in Outland, but they actually came here just to evacuate?

This was completely incomprehensible to Illidan. He once wanted to sneak in to investigate the situation, but the Iron Warrior responsible for guarding the Dark Portal seemed to be aware of Illidan's existence, and several of his attempts were in vain. But now, he could only watch the last team of the expeditionary force enter the Dark Portal, and the steel battleship slowly rose into the sky and disappeared into the top of the sky.

"call……………"

Illidan shook his head. Of course he also knew about the strange behavior of the Burning Legion. But Illidan didn't believe the news that Sargeras was dead. In his opinion, Sargeras may have encountered some kind of trouble, which is why this short-term chaos occurred. As long as he returns, the Burning Legion will immediately unite again.

This was originally a good opportunity to deal a blow to the Burning Legion, but those people abandoned this easy opportunity!

Sure enough, it is better to rely on yourself than to ask for help, you still have to rely on yourself.

Thinking of this, Illidan's expression turned cold again.

It is still necessary to rely on the demon hunters trained by oneself to completely eliminate the Burning Legion!

After making a decision, Illidan stood up and prepared to return to the Dark Temple. However, at this moment, suddenly, a dazzling beam of light appeared in front of his eyes. Illidan instinctively looked up and saw a shining beam of light passing through the clouds and slowly landing on the ground.

Then, a brilliance as hot as the sun emerged - this was the last scene Illidan saw.

The void shattered.

The already dilapidated Outland planet was completely shattered by the main cannon of the Inquisition. Standing on the bridge, looking at the scene in front of them, Varian and Mekkatorque both had their mouths wide open and could not close their mouths at all. Mouth. Although they had seen a similar scene last time, there was not much movement in Argus from outer space at that time.

But this time it was different. They saw with their own eyes that Draenor, which was already on the verge of falling apart, completely exploded under a single blow from the main cannon of the Tribunal. They watched a planet and a world unfold in front of them in the most intuitive way. The way it was destroyed naturally gave people an unparalleled shock.

"It's really unimaginable..."

Varian was filled with emotion, and then turned to look at Duanmu Huai.

"Your Majesty the Inquisitor, why didn't you use this before in Argus?"

"Because Argus wants to preserve the planet, it is more troublesome. But it is different here. This planet is already rotten. There is no value in keeping it. Just blow it up."

As Duanmuhuai spoke, he glanced outside - there was no shadow of the planet at all, leaving only an asteroid belt showing their presence.

Well, actually there is no sense of existence anymore.

"Okay, things here are settled, it's time for us to go back."

For the tribes in Kalimdor, the war between the Alliance and the Burning Legion has nothing to do with them. In fact, the current tribe has its own mess to deal with.

That's the Forsaken... Oh, there aren't many Forsaken anymore.

All that's left is the unlucky Banshee Queen.

As the leader of the tribe, Thrall was quarreled by the Banshee King every day. The other party repeatedly demanded that the tribe must fulfill the alliance's agreement and help him regain the Undercity. But after Thrall sent someone to investigate the strength of the Tribunal—well, I’m sorry to bother you, and I’ll take my leave.

The Forsaken have all been wiped out, and the Banshee King is left with only one bare commander. Thrall goes to help her!

Eventually, Sylvanas had a big fight with Thrall and left angrily. Where she went, Thrall didn't know. But for Thrall, the problem at hand is not the Banshee Queen, but the Inquisition.

The reason is simple: the human supremacy of the Inquisition.

In fact, the initial alliance was similar. After the alliance defeated the orc invasion, many people suggested that the orc captives be executed directly. As a result, I don’t know why the King of Lordaeron, the leader of the alliance, went crazy. Not only did he reject these people’s requests, he even built a shelter to house all the orcs.

Although the orcs did not live very well during that period, at least they survived.

However, the attitude of the Tribunal is consistent - kill them all without leaving any one behind!

This makes Thrall very worried. Although the Inquisition is currently fighting against the Dark Portal and Outland, it has not set its sights on Kalimdor for the time being. But Thrall is very worried that after the other party takes care of the Burning Legion, the next target will be the Horde.

Judging from the ruthlessness of the opponent's attack on the Forsaken, the Inquisition will obviously not give the tribe a good look. Thrall can certainly express his desire to coexist peacefully with the Alliance, but will this idea be rejected by the Inquisition? Recognition is still a big issue.

Not only that, Thrall also collected some intelligence and learned that after the appearance of the Tribunal, humanism in the Alliance was on the rise again. Originally, some people were in favor of peaceful coexistence with the tribe, but now most people think that it is better for the tribe to end as soon as possible.

"Why……………"

Thrall sighed silently. He also knew that the reason those people favored peace before was because the strength gap between the Alliance and the Horde was not big, and a fight would only hurt both sides. From a practical perspective, these talents chose a truce. But now that the Alliance has an unimaginable weight, the Horde has almost no means to eliminate its advantage...

Is it really necessary to go to war directly with the Inquisition? Or should we continue to negotiate with the other party and buy as much time as possible?

Just when Thrall was worried about the future of the tribe, suddenly, he seemed to feel something, and his expression suddenly changed.

"The power of the elements has changed. This is... a big whirlpool? Not good!!"

Maelstrom.

This is a huge whirlpool located in the center of the Endless Sea. Its appearance can be traced back to the original war with the Burning Legion. But now, the origin of the maelstrom itself is not important, what is important is... what comes out of it!

"Roar-------!!!"

The giant black dragon wearing iron armor let out an angry roar and emerged from the maelstrom waving its ragged wings. Its body was burning with blazing flames, and the aura it erupted was even more violent.

"Pain, suffering, my hatred burns in the abyss! The world trembles at my torment! The miserable kingdom crumbles in my wrath!"

The black dragon suddenly jumped up, waving its wings and flew forward. With its movements, the originally calm sea began to roar, and the surging seawater turned into a tsunami and rushed forward to Kalimdor. The earth began to tremble, and the barren land A huge gap opened directly.

"boom!!!"

When Thrall walked out of the hall, he saw the tribe's airship spinning and hitting the tower next to it, turning into a ball of fire. The entire Orgrimmar was in a mess. Thrall raised his head and saw a black shadow flying across the sky in the distance, attacking forward. Behind it, the entire sky seemed to be covered in blazing flames. Ignite.

"Deathwing——!"

Staring at the black shadow in the distance, Sal's voice couldn't help but tremble. He knew the origin of this terrifying giant beast. It was once one of the five dragon clans. Nazario, the king of the black dragon, was also the strongest among the guardian dragons. However, even as powerful as Nazario, he was eventually defeated by the ancients. Contaminated by God, he suffered a mental breakdown and went crazy, becoming Deathwing. And led the black dragon clan to launch an attack.

In the end, Deathwing's plot was foiled, and he retreated to the Elemental Plane to recuperate in Deep Rock.

And now, it's back!

"boom-------!!!"

Deathwing spread its wings and roared over Orgrimmar, followed by the storm and fire that instantly ignited the tribal city.

But this is just the beginning!

For Deathwing, these crawlers on the ground are not within the scope of its concern at all. It has only one goal, and that is the Wyrmrest Temple. It wants to take revenge and let the shadow of destruction completely cover Azeroth, because it - it is the embodiment of power... What the hell?

Just when Deathwing set fire to Kalimdor to show his presence and announced, "I, Deathwing, are back!", suddenly, a huge shadow appeared above Deathwing's head out of thin air.

Deathwing raised his head in confusion and instinctively looked up at the sky.

Then in Deathwing's field of vision, he only saw a huge bloody mouth that almost covered the entire sky.

Then, before Deathwing could react, the big mouth had completely closed.

"……………What is it doing?"

The girls on the battleship were confused as they watched the ether dragon juvenile poking its head over Kalimdor. Under their gaze, the ether dragon juvenile smacked its mouth, and then with a "poof", it spit out what it had just eaten. Then the girls saw a bloody black dragon with broken bones and skin like chicken bones being spit out, and then it fell to the ground like a pile of garbage.

At the same time, the girls also received telepathy from the ether dragon juvenile.

One sentence.

"It's not delicious!"