Azeroth’s Death Track

Bang, bang

The sound of knocking on the door sounded in Maiev's office, and after a while, a hoarse voice came out:

Come in.

The shadow of the high-ranking agent pushed open the door with a document in his arms, and saw Maiev who was scribbling on the table. She seemed to be writing a mission report, which should be handed over to the high lord, otherwise the normal mission The report is done by the secretary.

The shadow didn't disturb Maiev's train of thought. After a few minutes, Maiev put down the quill in her hand. When she raised her head, Shadow handed her the document in her hand. The latter took it in her hand and flipped through it for a while. , couldn't help sighing:

Hey, the progress of these miscellaneous troops is good, and the second war will start so soon.

Maiev spoke, raised her head and looked at the shadow:

Have the records and various data of the Battle of Dreadscar Rift been sent back?

Well, 17 rune stones were used just to record the data, and there are a lot of video materials.

Shadow replied:

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

3 days? No way!

Maiev snorted and put the document aside, she said:

In 3 days, they even finished the battle of Niscala, give them 2 days, the undead don't need to sleep! Give me overtime and work all night! Send the data to me as quickly as possible! Boss And the entire strategic command system is paying attention to this battle, the Dark Alliance is like a test product we put into the stars, and all the information related to their actions can become the basis for Dark Blade to enter the stars in the future.

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

OK!

The shadow responded, but she seemed to have some doubts, she lowered her voice and asked:

Maiev, have you informed the boss about the transaction between us and the Order? This matter is more sensitive. I think we should not do the work first and then report, otherwise there will be problems.

I didn't mention it.

Maiev also had a headache and lit a lady's cigarette for herself. Amid the weird sandalwood scent, she whispered:

But I suspect that the boss already knew about this incident before it happened. To be honest, I suspect that the boss has planted eyes in the Order, and he has never relaxed his grip on those traitors. surveillance.

He knows that reporting to us is two different things.

Shadow said casually:

The operation of the system is not maintained by tacit cooperation. Since you are in this system, you must abide by the rules of this system.

Of course I know this. If you didn't come over suddenly, I should be in the boss's office by now.

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

Deep Sea gave us the topographic map of Knossos planet in advance, and also marked for us the temple that stores the knowledge of the ancient Nathrezim demons, as well as several treasure houses that may store special materials. It also gave us All of our identification codes, this is equivalent to our agents just taking the spaceship of the Dark Alliance, touching that planet, and retrieving things according to the pattern.

It's like picking something out of a bag... But I heard that before those agents left, the boss specially ordered Marais's high-ranking agent to join them, but the problem is, no one knows what her mission is.

Maiev scratched her hair, she looked at the shadow:

Marais has always been your subordinate, so you know that?

Shadow shrugged:

Of course I know, but I can't tell you, Maiev...it's 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 Niscala's treasure house, the dark green fel light illuminates the dark space, which is not as messy as other demon camps, just like a real collection exhibition hall, the Burning Legion The most precious things plundered from various worlds are placed here, and this is only the most insignificant part of those endless treasures.

Illidan, who was walking among them, didn't pay attention to the precious treasures placed on the shelves around him. His goal was always clear.

At the end of the treasury, on a stone platform full of all kinds of knife marks, there are two simple war blades, which are different from the Azzinoth war blade used by Illidan. Too much the same, the hilts of these two battle blades are in the front, and the blades are in the back, just like the fist blades used by assassins.

It doesn't have much carving on the outside, and the blade looks a little thin. It's completely different from those finely crafted weapons in Azeroth. It's more like a poor blacksmith making it out of rough metal, and then wrapping two pieces on the handle. Like a circle of cloth.

There is no luminous enchantment, no delicate pattern, and no perfect arc. This is just a knife, an ordinary knife, a battle knife used by the Aldazi people, a fighting race that has long been annihilated in the history of the stars.

On the blade, a dark streak of blood gleamed, like the only decoration of this simple sword.

It is the blood of the dark titan Sargeras, which represents the highest glory that a weapon can obtain. In this sharp blade, there is a sleeping soul. Illidan can clearly feel it without opening his ghost vision. That soul, living in the blade, seemed to be alive and still breathing, like the last soldier on the battlefield, still fighting endlessly.

whoosh

The moment Illidan got close to the saber, a sharp blade light lit up in front of his sudden eyes. The demon hunter raised his finger, and his demonic claws stretched out, crushing the blade light.

On the face with the dark red cloth strip, Illidan was expressionless:

Is that a welcome? Tolanar the Fearless.

You...you are not a demon!

A hoarse voice, like steel rubbing, sounded in Illidan's mind. He used the devil language, which is a language that demon hunters must master. The owner of that voice seemed to be examining Illidan. His tone full of disdain:

But you fight with the power of demons. Are you a lackey of the Burning Legion? You also try to wield my warblade? Are you...worthy?

Illidan didn't answer this question, he hates to argue with strangers, his time is precious, so he ignored the questioning from Tolanar the Fearless, he spread his hands and said in a deep voice:

I and my world are both threatened by demons. Ten thousand years ago and now, demons invaded my time. Twice...they failed twice, but demons are brewing a third invasion. This time, They will do their best, so we must do the same!

I took my comrades into the stars. This is probably the first expedition between the stars in our world, and I came for you! For your blade!

If you want to defeat the demons, you have to be stronger than them! Your defeat of the dark incarnation of Sargeras makes me admire, because I have also faced the dark titan, and I know its power better than anyone else.

I need your help! Your world is dead, but mine is still alive. If you still have regrets about your world, then come with me, for mine, for the rest of the world in 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 defeated the Dark Titan ten thousand years ago, so, for your last question, I The answer is...

I think I deserve it!

My time is precious, and my comrades-in-arms are buying time for me with their lives, so, should you stay here to recall the glory of the past, or join hands with me, and in the future, send the Dark Titan and his Burning Legion to to hell...

Now, it's your choice!

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On the other side, on the Broken Star of Niscala, on the second line of defense leading to the demon base camp, hundreds of thousands of vicious demons are holding their weapons tightly, engaging in the craziest battle with the surging demon zombies. battle.

These demons were all sent into this precarious line of defense by the supervising team. If they didn't come, they would be killed by the supervising team on the spot, and when they entered the defense line, they could survive for a while under the ravages of zombies. The second layer of defense showed signs of being breached, and the demon artillery position behind the third layer of defense would immediately open fire.

The artillery that does not distinguish between friend and foe will swallow the tide of zombies, but it will also tear apart the demons on the defense line.

The entire battlefield became a mess, countless demons fell down in an instant, and then were revived as demon walking corpses in convulsions, joining the terrifying zombie wave, the death knights constantly manipulated these walking demon corpses from various places. They blocked the demons in all directions, blocking the elite demons of Niscala's headquarters on the defensive line and not being able to enter.

The fighting power of the demons here is extremely powerful. If not in the first wave of raids, the starport of Niscala would have been occupied by undead. Once there is support from starships, even if the death knights put all their eggs in one basket, it would be impossible to advance the war to the present. this step.

However, as the plague effect on the ground gradually faded, the number of walking corpses activated by fighting on the battlefield was far less than the corpses consumed in battle. The Death Knights of the Order can now withstand and even suppress demons, but this situation will soon disappear. It was reversed, especially after the demons from other places in Niskala broke through the encirclement of the Dark Reapers of the Black Sickle Council and successfully joined the demons in 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 make them rout.

Damn it! We're at a serious firepower disadvantage! The demons can hold back our corpses with their goddamn cannons, and the Illidari-looking cargo ships won't help! We're being crushed !Damn it!

Lord Kurtaz put his battle helmet on his head while cursing, and he shouted to the adjutant Thassarian behind him:

Let them throw all the remaining plague barrels into the devil's position! I will lead the knights to charge!

Also! Next time you come to war, remember to bring artillery units! Less is better than nothing at all!

And at the moment when Lord Kurtaz dragged his warhammer and jumped onto his death horse, an exclamation suddenly sounded from the group of warlocks behind him, causing the dwarf lord to raise his head, and saw the sight in front of him. On the ridge, on the third line of defense where densely packed demon turrets are located, flames are bursting wildly.

It's Illidan! And his demon hunters!

Thassarian yelled:

They're back to support us!

That's right, Illidan!

It's a completely different Illidan.

In the state of demon transformation, Illidan's demon body has reached nearly 6 meters. Unlike the previous demon with wings on his back, Illidan at this time is more like a tyrannical demon beast, standing on a huge black horn like a bull. Under the sharp horns, there is a face that has become resolute. Behind the muscled demon body, the place where the wings originally sprouted has been replaced by a series of hideous black bone spurs. Those bone spurs accompanied Illidan. The berserk attack is like a pair of terrifying bone wings.

His huge hooves trampled on the demon's position, and every time he took a step forward, the ground under his feet would be broken by the crazily surging power. The fist armor, that is a very unpopular weapon, like two shields, tightly protecting Illidan's arms, and in front of the fist armor, is a hand armor covered with steel with terrifying spikes.

The power of dark green fel energy and the power of red Aldrachi warriors lingered on his fists, making Illidan look less hazy and cunning, and more domineering and arrogant.

He roared, and in front of his eyes, a violent abyss lord was waving a war halberd, trying to drive Illidan and his demon hunters out of the artillery position, but Illidan did not dodge or dodge. In an instant, he jumped up from the ground, and amidst the thunder-like roar, he swung his heavy fists, and blocked the halberd thrown down by the abyss lord with his left hand. Amidst the sparks from the collision of the weapons, he was crushed by the heavy steel The covered right fist, like a war hammer, slammed into the ugly inverted triangle head of the abyss lord.

boom

Just like a ripe watermelon was smashed and cracked, disgusting green blood and red brains were thrown everywhere. The demonized Illidan clasped the severely deformed head of the abyss lord, and the catastrophe on his arms During the movement of the fist, the ugly head was forcibly torn apart, the headless corpse of the abyss lord was still twitching on the ground, and Illidan, who was dragging the ugly head, had already bypassed the battlefield.

Illidan moved his shoulders alone, his upper body was bare, and he took a step forward with his bull-like hooves, and the demons took a step back in panic. While waving his hands, he smashed the demon's head at the feet of the panicked demon guards in front of him, and the scene immediately caused the demon guards in front of him to scatter.

It is not uncommon for demons to kill abyss lords by brute force, but it is scary to do so simply and neatly...

boom

Illidan clenched his fists tightly, and in the explosion of fel power, the heavy fist of calamity hit the surface of the huge fel cannon in front of him, twisting the steel creation. In the bursting flame explosion, this Standing on the ridge, the huge demon raised its huge fist against the death knights and warlocks who started to counterattack below. Against the background of the beating flames of destruction, it seemed to represent...

victory.

Already in hand!