Azeroth’s Death Track

A few days later, on the coast of Zoram in Ashenvale, at the place where the Dark Justice League met last time, there was another gesture of martial law, and the big brothers from the Illidari, the Black Scythe Council and the Order They gathered together to watch the... experiment brought by Kel'Thuzad.

On the stone table in front of several bigwigs, there was a square-headed and square-brained thing.

It looks like some kind of sophisticated machinery, wrapped in several thick metal plates, covered with weird gears and conduits, in the gaps where the metal parts fit together, green fluorescence can be vaguely seen Shining, at the core of the machine, there is a drop-shaped fel energy crystal fixed, filled with green fel energy tumbling endlessly like a liquid.

And at the front of the instrument, there is something similar to a searchlight, like a launch port for some kind of energy.

This thing...why does it look weird?

Illidan Stormrage, who was wearing the witcher leather armor, used his ghost vision to check the metal machine in front of him. He could feel the huge energy contained in this machine, which could easily tear apart the space.

And that's exactly what this instrument was made for!

really.

Illidan's evaluation also attracted the approval of the death knight Saidan Dathrohan. The death knight lord stroked his chin, and under the heavy helmet covered with frost, came a muffled voice:

It is different from all the portal instruments I have seen, not only in principle, but also in appearance. Are you sure that such a small thing can really open the portal to the stars? ?”

The doubts of the demon hunter and the death knight immediately attracted the dissatisfaction of the two dwarf warlocks who were in charge of manipulating the machine. Will, who took off the warlock robe, put on engineering leather armor, and wore weird fel goggles Fred screamed:

Don't question the great dwarf engineering! You ignorant guys! Before I became a warlock, I was a promising engineer apprentice. I can tell you responsibly that this portable fel stargate In 10 trials, the success rate has reached an astonishing 70%!

Yes! As long as our luck is a little bit better!

Another high-level dwarf warlock, Zel'Falax, who wore fel goggles, also yelled. While fine-tuning some gears of the fel prototype with a wrench, this pockmarked guy looked at the few people in front of him. A big guy said:

This thing is the smartest guy in Azeroth, Gelbin Mekkatorque took the time to make it for us, it can open the portal to the predetermined coordinates within 10 seconds, and send anything into the opposite In the world, you can send a few people there, you can also send a cart of bombs, or a barrel of plague! Ah, my idea is really great!

70% success rate?

There was a hint of doubt in Illidan's tone, he took a few steps back, away from the supposedly very safe machine, and then he said:

That is to say, every time this machine is started, there is a one-third probability of failure? May I ask, is there a price for failure?

Don't be stupid! There is no price at all!

The dwarf warlock replied disdainfully:

When this thing fails, it will throw you into who knows what world, and the hungry monsters there will not ask you to pay for it. They will just eat you and turn you into a stinking fuck. Anyway, be prepared Point cannon fodder, every time after turning on the machine, just throw a few cannon fodder in to explore the way, we all do this!

wow

The moment the dwarf warlock's sharp voice dissipated, the demon gate that had stopped functioning was activated again, and the great warlock Kel'Thuzad, who was in a good mood, stepped out of the swirling light curtain of fel energy.

Mr. Bigworth's wife came back and agreed to the request to settle in Dalaran. She also came back with three cute little milk cats. That is to say, there are four more people in the great warlock's family.

For a person who loves cats, what could be happier than this?

That's 4 times more fun than before!

And Mr. Bigworth returned to his normal routine because his wife finally came home and the husband and wife reconciled. This also swept away the anger in the great magician's heart and became very happy.

With a smile all over his face, he even took the initiative to say hello to Illidan...

Hi Blind Hunter, good morning!

I don't like that title, and I don't like your joke either! Kel'Thuzad.

Illidan responded indifferently. He pointed to the fel prototype behind him, and he said to the great warlock:

I will not risk my hunters using this thing, its chance of failure is too high!

Well?

Illidan's words made Kel'Thuzad somewhat puzzled. He stretched out his hand and pulled off his hood, and said to Illidan and Dathrohan:

You may have made some mistakes. This thing was not intended for you.

It is designed to be installed on a carrier similar to a spaceship, and only the energy of the starship spacecraft engine is enough to support the long-term operation of this portal generator. By the way, I remember, you have a spaceship , called the Fel Hammer, right?

The great warlock's eyes fell on Illidan, and the demon hunter stubbornly shook his head:

No! I still refuse, unless you can increase the success rate of this machine to 100%! Otherwise, I will not use it!

The request made Kel'Thuzad frown.

It's not that Warlocks can't do it. After all, they now have the complete experimental data and design drawings of the Stars Portal. The problem is that it takes a long time to improve the success rate of the prototype's Stars Gate. And now, they don't have much time to waste.

Therefore, after a while, the great warlock shook his head regretfully:

Oh, that's a pity, but you've got to get it on your ship now...

why?

Illidan asked back, the great warlock stretched out two fingers and shook, he said:

Because 2 days ago, I sent some of my best warlocks through the Star Gate to our target world... Dreadscar Rift, which is a star stronghold of the Burning Legion. It is currently The smallest of all known demon worlds, it is said to be a small continent left after a planet collapsed.

Kel'Thuzad lowered his head, looked at the pocket watch in his hand, and said:

And according to the plan, we will bring my subordinates back today, and at the same time launch an invasion war against the Dreadscar Rift!

war?

Dathrohan questioned, and the death knight said coldly:

I read the information you gave me in advance, and you didn't mention the war! You just said that this is a reconnaissance operation!

Yes, I didn't mention it at the time.

The great magician said disapprovingly:

Now I can tell the two of you exactly that this is a war. The area of ​​the Dreadscar Rift is only the size of a small province of the empire. According to the strength of the Illidari and the Order, less than 10,000 people are needed. With raids and the coordination of my warlocks inside, we can finish the battle in one day!

And I can guarantee that no other demons will come to support us before we evacuate!

This won't work!

Illidan shook his head decisively:

I won't participate! There is no intelligence, no investigation, and you go straight into the war. This is not the style of a demon hunter. We don't fight uncertain battles! This time you go and play, the Illidari will not participate!

Ah, all right.

Kel'Thuzad, who was rejected, didn't show much regret, he whispered:

It's a pity. According to the news sent back by my subordinate Yubeka, the Hand of the Fearless is most likely stored in the Dreadscar Rift...Are you sure you really don't want to participate? Illidan? If that thing falls in the In my hands, if you want to take it, you may have to pay more, a greater price, but now, what you need to pay is nothing more than an adventure with a small chance of sudden death...

Of course, since we are true friends, I will give you a second chance to choose!

Kel'Thuzad tapped the scepter of destruction in his hand on the ground, and with the attack of the dark ripples, the gravel on the ground was crushed into powder in an instant. He waved his fingers and said softly:

I'm going to teach those demons a lesson from the Dreadscar Rift, you guys, are you coming?

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On the other side, in an unknown star region among the stars, in a world that has completely collapsed like Marton in a moment, and surrounded by broken stones scattered in the dark void like a star ring, there is a strange The continent suspended in the center of the rubble belt.

Just as the great magician said, this is a land smaller than the provinces of the human empire. It is like the only intact land that survived after this unknown planet was destroyed by demons, mixed in densely packed debris. In the stone belt, it is like a perfect camouflage, and further away from this continent, in the center of this gravel star ring, is a ruined world with a broken core.

Only one-third of the sphere of the planet is still intact, and the exposed core of the world has been filled with dark green fel magma, which exudes amazing heat, and looks like a round of evil in the void. Like the sun.

But it still maintains a weak gravity, allowing the broken rocks that shattered from the planet to surround the star core, forming a thick star ring.

With such a bad terrain, larger starships can’t get in at all. Even the small shuttles of demons, when passing through the star ring with a width of hundreds of kilometers, if they are not paying attention, they will be caught by the small ships floating around. Stones hit.

This is the Dreadscar Rift.

The Burning Legion's most important supply point in this star field is also the real rear relative to the Legion's front line.

Ubeka, a necromancer in disguise, and her mentor, Kanrethad, made up a petite succubus and a muscular angry guard. The two of them, one in front of the other, were divided into three layers in the scar scar crack On the ground, wandering among those real demons, collecting all the information he could see.

On the second underground floor of this broken land, there are also their companions, the combination of the high elf warlock Xin Feier and the werewolf warlock Xin Ning.

These four guys are the spies sent by the great warlock Kel'Thuzad to the Dreadscar Rift in advance.

As for how they were selected, well, that's a sad story... A dozen high-ranking warlocks from the Black Sickle Council got together to draw lots, and four of them won the bid, before they left Dalaran Well, those bastards even paid for each other, and invited them to a meal at the Magic Hotel, as if it was the last parting scene.

A very few high-level warlocks who were good at acting even held the hands of these four hapless bastards, and shed tears of hypocrisy and gloating on the spot when recalling the past.

That's what the warlock business is like.

Not only do you have to fight wits and bravery with demons, but you also have to be wary of the hypocrisy of your companions and the daggers stabbed from behind from time to time, so everyone who can become a high-level warlock is a real human spirit!

There's an energy transmission tower over there.

The succubus in Ubeka's disguise crossed her legs and leaned against the Angry Guard in Kanrethad's disguise. She whispered:

That should be the place where the Dreadscar Rift keeps in touch with other demon legions. According to Simfield, there may be a spare information transmitter on the second basement floor. After the boss and the others came here and blocked the space, We must destroy these two gadgets as soon as possible.

Can it be done?

Kanrethad's disguised angry guard kicked the dread demon viciously, and made a gesture of fighting and causing trouble. Maybe his fierce expression frightened the dread demon. In short, that guy was dingy turned and fled.

It's not that human warlocks are meddlesome, but that the world of demons is like this. For high-level warlocks like them, they know how to survive in the society of demons... What is dormant and low-key, what is keeping a low profile, does not exist of!

If you really do this, the demons will only think you are cowardly, and the only way to live well in this place is to make trouble! Crazy troubles, after you beat enough demons, other demons will respect you, walk around you from a distance, not daring to provoke you, but if you coax a little, it's over, other troubles The demons will continue to come to you as a stepping stone to improve your reputation.

So from this point of view, the society of demons is really full of villains.

Watching the energy tower is a team of elite demons, which is a little tricky.

Ubeka made a gesture of kissing Kanrethad, and she whispered:

But if it can cause a wave of chaos, it's only four or five catastrophe spells that can dismantle the tower together. The destructiveness of the spell that the boss just researched is really amazing...wait , There’s a new discovery over at Simfield, cover me first!”

As soon as Ubeka's words fell, Kanrethad's angry guard raised his hand and held Ubeka's succubus waist. Under the envious eyes of the surrounding low-level demons, Kanrethad He kicked open the fel energy cave around him, and arbitrarily drove out the succubi and demon guards who were doing some kind of exercise, and then sealed the entrance of the cave with his pure evil energy.

And the succubus that Ubeka pretended to take out a red spar from between its wings, and after activation, the sweet voice of the high elf warlock Sinfiel sounded in the cave:

Ubeka, Kanrethad, come to the second basement!

I stumbled upon a very interesting guy! It might help us a lot!