Azeroth’s Death Track

The Burning Throne of Antorus, the Demon King's Court in the world of Argus, is the base camp and headquarters of the Burning Crusade, where countless high-level demons weave their conspiracy to cover the stars, and this is the evil axis of the entire star.

And the fraudsters who have all of this are doing their own busy work as usual.

The battle reports from other star regions are of no value at all. It is nothing more than a powerful legion destroying a certain world, destroying so many civilizations, and plundering so many resources. Fraudsters have been tired of reading these things as early as 10,000 years ago. .

The power of the legion is invincible among the stars, no world can stop the destruction of the legion... except one!

The most annoying one!

Azeroth, the end of the Burning Crusade, a world that had to be razed after the Dark Titan issued a death order, and the destruction of that world should have been completed 10,000 years ago, but unfortunately, it has been delayed until now.

That world is weird, when destruction comes, there will always be one kind of weird thing happening, and then luckily save that damned planet.

Repeated and repeated failures have already made the fraudster feel tired, and the fact that good brother Velen fell into death and became a monster shaped by death made the fraudster even more angry.

No one could treat Velen like that but him! Those bastards who wantonly play with death, they will pay the price!

The Trickster picked up his gorgeous goblet decorated with skulls and star crystals, took a sip of the purest demon wine, calmed down, and opened the latest battle report.

from Marton.

However, with just one glance, the gorgeous wine glass in the fraudster's hand was crushed into pieces in an instant, representing the endless anger that the fraudster ignited again!

Marton has fallen...

It was the battle report from the three warlords of the eredar fleet that he trusted most.

The undead broke through the line of defense, and the demons drove the undead out, but they fell into the evil scheme of the undead. The retreat was just an illusion. After a long voyage, when they arrived in the Mardun star area, the Mardun world had completely fallen.

The entire Broken Earth was occupied by swarms of worms that bred in the demon bones. Six million demons were exhausted in the terrifying devouring hell. What was even worse was that the Sargerite Keystone, a marvel of Marton, was suspected to be missing, which led to the teleportation of Mardon. All the doors were closed, and this broken world lost the ability to open wormholes, which meant that the demon legions fighting in the Mardun star area and several surrounding star areas were trapped in the vast sea of ​​stars.

They need to spend ten times or even a hundred times longer than before to regroup, and during this long waiting time, who knows what will happen!

And without Marton, an important transfer station, the eredar fleet, which originally planned to go to Azeroth at the fastest speed, also had to go to its destination through the original method of starship transition and faster-than-light voyage.

Leaping and traveling faster than light sound cool, but for the vast sea of ​​stars, the unimaginable speed of mortals is almost the same as that of a turtle crawling.

It may take years for the powerful eredar fleet to cross the star sea and reach Azeroth.

Years...by the time they get there, the daylilies are cold!

This is not the scariest!

The Dark Wisdom of the Deceiver instantly thinks of more troublesome things... The Pillars of Creation named by the Dark Titan, an important item used to track the lost Titan's soul in the vast stars, are still left in Azeroth world, without Marton's stargate, even those lowly dreadlords who wanted to send the Pillars of Creation back to Argus would have to take a long transit route from other star regions.

It may take months...

The question is, is the supreme Dark Titan willing to wait?

the answer is negative!

Before the fraudster could recover from the shock of the bad news, a deep voice echoed in the dark hall of the Burning Throne of Antorus, like a heavy hammer, bombarding the fraudster's heart.

Come and meet me! Kil'jaeden!

It was the voice of the fallen titan Aggramar, the voice of the spokesperson of the Dark Pantheon formed by Lord Sargeras, and at this moment, that always calm, indifferent voice was also mixed with a trace of anger... Apparently, Kil'jaeden wasn't alone in receiving the bad news.

Anger and unwillingness are also surging in the heart of the fraudster, but now, he must let go of the unwillingness in his heart and accept Aggramar's reprimand. Although he is honored as the king of demons, he is not truly unique in the Burning Legion. master of...

He's just the mouthpiece, the mouthpiece of the Dark Titan, and he's far from irreplaceable to that Dark Titan.

Every time he thought of this, Kil'jaeden would feel a surge of fear in his heart.

Even a big demon as strong as him can't control his own destiny. He is like a pawn on a chessboard, very lethal. However, the initiative has never been in his hands.

Kil'jaeden walked into the topmost floor of the Burning Throne alone. On the throne that was surging with endless flames, the fallen titan Aggramar was standing there with his back to Kiel, holding a blazing dark sword in both hands. Erjadan, in front of the titan, was a vast expanse of stars, which was shrouded in a purple halo, and green flames burned among the stars, as if two forces were engaged in a tragic war.

Lord Sargeras defends the stars on the battlefield of the void. The void is coveting this sad world. The dark titan's cruelty is to save it and rebuild a perfect era from the ruins and ashes...

Aggramar's deep voice echoed on the throne like thunder, and under the dark golden helmet of the Fallen Titan, there was determination and stubbornness shining in the eyes burning like flames.

A titan like him, even if only the soul of the titan is left, is not so easy to fall, and he joined the dark pantheon not only because those destructive witches constantly tempted his heart.

As early as the Pantheon era, Aggramar and Sargeras were best brothers, they joined forces to maintain the order of the stars, but now, as a member of the Dark Pantheon, Aggramar has no soul The maintenance of order, but his will to defend the stars has never wavered. He is still following Sargeras, because Sargeras is carrying out a just cause under the cruel appearance.

The void...that is the enemy of all!

In order to defeat the void, the only way is to unite all the forces in the stars, even if it is the power drawn from the ruins and ashes, the purpose of destruction is ultimately to win!

In order to save the bleak future of the stars, they must first kill half of the life in the starry sky, or even all life, and after the ashes of the stars cry out, the temperature in the ashes will breed a new era.

This is the mission of the Dark Pantheon!

Sargeras is fighting, he is trying to save everything in his own way, but you... you incompetent servants, let him down again!

Aggramar turned, and he looked straight at Kil'jaeden standing there, and he looked straight at the Trickster:

I already know everything about Mardum, including what happened in Dreadscar Rift, Nyskara and Xoroth, Kil'jaeden, you shamelessly tried to hide from me your incompetent failure, your desire for power, has Affected Sargeras' expedition! This cannot be forgiven!

I have dispatched the fleet!

Kil'jaeden retorted:

I have dispatched my most powerful fleet, they have already reached Marton, they should have sailed directly to Azeroth, and together with other fleets gathered in the Azeroth sector, they will launch a devastating attack on that weak world A blow! Those are my best generals, and they have proved themselves with brilliant victories in the years before!

I have been doing my best to serve Lord Sargeras! The problem is not with me! Lord Aggramar, if you really read all the battle reports in detail, then you will find that everything, including Xoros and The failure of Marton was due to the intervention of Cassanatier and his dreadlords!

I was framed! Those dreadlords made up a conspiracy! Against my conspiracy, they have probably joined forces with the natives of Azeroth to provide those barbarians with the information they need, and then make Fail every game, use this to hit me! Use this to hit Lord Sargeras' most loyal servant!

The fraudster yelled in a distressed voice, and the folded wings behind his back were trembling, just like the truth is revealed.

Lord Aggramar, you only listened to the shameless man. Did Kassanatier tell you the real truth? About how it formed gangs within the legion and completely emptied my commander in the world of Mardum , even Lord Tylana was forced to leave the stars by the dreadlords, the failure there may have something to do with me, because I have not been able to make up my mind to eradicate these duplicitous bastards.

But I tolerate their misbehavior in this way, and this is also for the sake of the legion's major affairs. After all, those dreadlords still bear orders from the dark titans! No matter how wronged I am, I can't interfere with Sargeras because of my personal affairs My lord's divine plan! Unfortunately, they are going too far!

Senseless sophistry!

Aggramar was enraged by Kil'jaeden's rebuttal, and the fallen titan's eyes sparkled even more, and he shouted:

The filth between you has disgusted me! Whether it's you or Kassanatier, you all put your dirty desires above Sargeras' will, maybe I should teach you some lessons!

But Lord Aggramar!

Seeing the fallen titan's fingers gripping the hilt of the terrifying flaming greatsword, a trace of fear flashed in the Trickster's eyes, he took a step back, and the great demon shouted loudly:

The Pillar of Creation is still in Azeroth. The fifth Pillar of Creation that the dreadlords cannot find, the shield you used, has been found by my most loyal subordinates. Unforeseen circumstances prevented us from sending the Pillar of Creation back to Argus!

Please give me one more chance! I will prove myself, I will go to Azeroth myself, and I will bring back the Pillars of Creation! And after that, I am willing to accept all punishments from the Dark Titan! After all, I did Wrong thing, I have already prepared, but Lord Sargeras' road to conquest cannot be blocked like this!

The great demon's words made the flaming greatsword in Aggramar's hand pause for a moment. The shining light in the fallen titan's eyes represented that he was thinking. After a while, Aggramar waved his hand. He turned around and faced the echoing power again Looking at the center of the universe, the stars on the battlefield of endless war, he said in a low voice:

Go then, Kil'jaeden, this is your last chance!

Sargeras favors you very much, don't let him down again...

Seeing the fallen titan made a decision, the worried fraudster finally heaved a sigh of relief. The big devil was very angry. He felt like a mouse in a bellows, being pissed off at both ends!

He can't offend Sargeras and Aggramar, and the bastard Kasanatier is still instigating the flames. The fraudster can be sure that the matter of Marton must be stabbed by the gang of Kasanatier. It is also unknown how they are directly connected to Aggramar.

But the increasingly rampant actions of the Fear Demon King faction have also made the fraudsters completely let go of some of their inner worries. The other party has already begun to try to beat the dog in the water, so now, it is time to let them know the price of provocation.

The moment he left the Burning Throne, Kil'jaeden asked in a low voice:

Lord Aggramar, those dreadlords, if they maliciously obstruct me from bringing the Pillar of Creation back to Argus, can I... take some necessary measures?

Aggramar didn't answer. As a fallen titan, like Sargeras, he didn't care about the life and death of these demons at all. The so-called Burning Legion was just a tool they used to eliminate the threat from the stars, and there was no emotion at all.

And the silence of the fallen titan actually represented some kind of answer.

A fierce light flashed across the fraudster's face, he moved his claws, and then strode away from the uppermost floor of the throne. Ten minutes later, on the fraudster's own throne, he once again summoned himself Two students of Xerath.

On the other side of the magic projection, Saloras, the daughter of shadows in Icecrown Citadel, described the recent situation in Azeroth to Kil'jaeden. She put something in front of the projection, which was a Strange tomahawk, she said to her mentor:

Teacher, unfortunately, your general Aurirex died in Mardum, but my sister Aureses fled back to Azeroth with the Maw of the Damned. I heard that Lord Tyranna also escaped from the purgatory of the sea of ​​insects. She came to Azeroth and was lurking in a certain stronghold. The Abyss Spider Queen lost the Sargerite Keystone, but I and She has contacted, and she is also eager to make amends!

Very good! She did do something wrong, but it's okay, she still has a chance to prove herself!

A shadow of fire flashed across the fraudster's face, and he said in a deep voice:

Now, my student, go find Tichondrius and Balnazzar! And let Ner'zhul, the Lich King, prepare his army!

Get ready to open the Nightwell, but watch out for those two dreadlords. Soon, I'll be heading straight into Azeroth with my fleet...I've had enough of this nasty trick!

This time, we will solve all the problems at once!