Azeroth’s Death Track

Suramar City, the Hall of Order, all the dreadlords gathered above the Nightwell platform emitting dark blue and chaotic purple halos. They seemed to be performing a special ceremony. The three Nathrezim The demons are holding shackles and chains, and on the periphery, there are powerful demons holding sharp knives, which is like an execution ground.

In front of them, Casanatir the Tranquil reached out and took off the gorgeous arm armor on his wrist. Under the slightly dim light, the first lord of the pale-faced Dread Demon King said softly:

Is everything ready?

Yes, boss, the Eye of Aman'Thul was peeled off last night.

The second lord Tichondrius moved his wrist, and the shackles in his hand collided and made a sound. The dreadlord whispered:

The energy accumulated by the Nightwell in ten thousand years is completely enough to open the stargate through which the fleet passes.

The eredar twins have been 'arranged'.

Third Lord Balnazar interface says:

As long as we finish the last thing, the lackeys of the remaining fraudsters will treat us as our own!

But boss! Do you really want to do this?

The last dreadlord, Varimathras, looked at the chains in his hands. He looked at his leader in disbelief. He said loudly:

You have to understand that once we do that, you'll be alone with the Trickster, and that bastard is unlikely to take your life, maybe you will actually die.

It's a necessary danger.

Kassanatiel stretched out his hand across his shoulders, and the wide cloak behind him fell to the ground. The first lord of the Dread Demon King unbuttoned his breastplate. He was naked from the waist up, amidst the energy flow of the Nightwell, Like a voluntary saint, he said:

Only by my threat to disappear in this world, can Kil'jaeden put aside all doubts and step into this city, and only in this way can we be pushed into the final stage of our grand plan that has been planned for several years .”

The dreadlord stepped forward, knelt on one knee, relaxed his body, and said:

I may die, but in Azeroth, my soul will not perish. I will be reborn in the Twisting Nether, just like other demons. As for you, you must make sure that it ends! You must see for yourself Kil'jaeden is completely buried in this world.

Only when his era ends, our era will truly begin! This is necessary! My failure will truly win the final victory for us, for Nathrezim, and that will It is the most glorious victory, and it will usher in an era of prosperity that will last for more than ten thousand years!

A gleam of light flashed across the pale face of the first lord of Nathrezim, making the demon look like a saint. His voice echoed on the dim platform:

To do great things, how can you not sacrifice? I have seen the future, but my only question is, if I unfortunately die, you... can you complete your mission?

Don't worry, boss!

The fearful Demon Lord Varimathras with a hint of irascibility in his character looked at the other two hesitant faces with a vicious look, gritted his teeth and said:

I'll help you watch them!

very good.

Casanatir closed his eyes, a strange smile flashed across his ugly face, he opened his arms, let go of all his guard, and said:

Come on! Make a quick move, and let me suffer less!

Then hold on, boss, it's going to hurt a little.

Tichondrius waved his hand, and the high-level demon behind him stepped forward and raised the sharp blade in his hand. Nathrezim cannot hurt each other, so this cruel thing can only be done by Other demons do it for them. Fortunately, the high-level demons here are all loyal to the Nathrezim faction, and they all have a deep hatred against the fraudsters.

puff

The sharp blade burning with evil fire pierced Cassanatyr's body from the back. While the first lord was whimpering in pain, Balnazar grabbed his body and grabbed the Philosopher's Stone in his hand. After a while, The projections of the Eredar twins appeared on this platform. Balnazar looked at them and twisted the Sorcerer's Stone so that the painful figure of Casanatir, who was lying in a pool of blood, was seen by the Eredar twins. Said in an extremely realistic hurried and urgent tone:

We sneaked up on him, come on! Damn it, Kasanatyr's lackeys are going crazy! I need your strength!

Come on! We have taken the Nightwell, call the Trickster!

Only it can suppress the rebellion here.

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In front of the star gate in the world of Argus, the fraudsters who are waiting for the portal to connect are also watching this magical projection. The Eredar twins far away in Azeroth have nothing to hide. They will fight the dreadlords The image of the fraudster was displayed in front of Kil'jaeden's eyes, and Kil'jaeden squinted, looking at Kassanatier who was being besieged by high-ranking demons. Such a crazy gamble.

It fell in a pool of blood, and it was still struggling to fight back, but facing the Eredar twins who besieged him from both directions, the seriously injured first lord of the dreadlord was tortured terribly.

And in the rotation of the picture, in the city of Suramar, the demons loyal to Cassana Tier were almost going crazy.

They were besieging the Hall of Order in Suramar City, fighting with the demons led by the Eredar Twins and the death knights of the Lich King. The entire Suramar City seemed to be set on fire. Shrouded in the smoke of the evil fire, and in Kil'jaeden's vision, he also saw the frenzied battle between the dreadlord Varimathras loyal to Kathanatyr and the spider queen Tylanna.

There are also demon armies attacking from all directions on the outskirts of the city, those traitors gathered by Kassanatier, they are trying to destroy the city and rescue their besieged leaders! And in the portals of Suramar City, the undead army belonging to the Lich King is also quickly entering Suramar, but in the face of the counterattack of the demons, those portals can't last long.

The traitors of Casanatir and the demons loyal to the legion are indeed fighting desperately. The fraudster is also a commander who has experienced countless wars. This scene of bloody battle cannot be faked, which also makes him feel The doubts eased a little.

Mentor, our attack on Cassanatyr was successful!

The bloodstained Queen Thaloras, the Daughter of Shadow, waved a cloud of shadow flames, incinerating an attacking Terror. In this chaotic Hall of Order, on the road leading to the Nightwell, a thick layer of The purple enchantment prevented the demons from breaking through.

The Pillars of Creation are placed in the Nightwell! Teacher, we need your support!

The high-level warlock Aureses shouted with difficulty in the shaking war projection:

Casanatier has too many lackeys! We can't stand it anymore!

Then quickly open the Nightwell! Tear open the space!

Something flashed in the fiery eyes of the Trickster, and he said:

Let the eredar fleet docked in Mardun go there first! Hold Suramar City, I, I will go there soon... There are still many things to do!

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In the icy endless sea, under the shroud of night, on the surface of the sea not far from the Broken Isles, the Sea King, like a black giant, rises from the sea, on the deck washed by the icy sea, Dailin and Yrel stood together, and the two death lords looked at the distance in the night. In the direction of Suramar City, the purple enchantment covering the city slowly descended in the night.

The haunting purple light that danced over the city was so real it seemed like some kind of supernatural phenomenon.

That is the gathering of energy, while the unimaginably huge magic power is being manipulated, along a certain mysterious phase coordinate, it is constantly tearing the space deeper into the stars.

The magic power and the shock of space made the night of Suramar city covered with a layer of jumping sparks, and the jumping of magic power made the sparks of energy change color continuously, just like lying on the Broken Islands. The aurora in the sky is as gorgeous.

The demons are opening the stargate.

Dai Lin said blankly:

This reminds me of when I was on the sea in the northern border, Tyrion and I were the same way, witnessing the demons tearing down the barriers of the world, sending their ignorant leaders into this world, into a death trap... .You say, why can't the demons learn from the past? You see, they fell twice on the same stone.

Maybe it's because they think they have a winning hand.

Yrel shook her tail, and Hoof Girl stretched out her hand, and tied her long silver hair behind her head into a single ponytail that would not affect the battle. She looked at the purple magic power rushing into the sky like an aurora in the darkness in front of her. The beam of light penetrating the sky is like a lighthouse illuminating the world. The waves of magic power arouse the sea water of the endless sea. Under the beating of the endless tumbling tides, Yrel felt the wind full of magic power.

The demons feel that they have a great advantage.

In the wind of magic power, sister hoof shrugged her shoulders, buckled the helmet under her arm on her head, and said in a low voice:

After all, judging from the data on paper, they can easily destroy the world, just like crushing an ant to death. If I were them, I would be so arrogant. Their eyes are dazzled by power, and in the end sent them here again.

Well, what you said makes sense.

Dai Lin rubbed his chin, and he turned his head to look at the cabin behind him. In that cabin, Nuri Velen was also preparing to set off. At the moment of the star gate of Argus, the draenei holding half of the Sagerite keystone will also go to Argus along the opened star gate.

But that was only for a split second, so Nouri had to seize the moment.

You said, can mortals stop the demon fleet that is pouring in?

Dai Lin suddenly asked again:

The mortals in the Northern Xinjiang period were almost completely defeated in the face of the incoming demons. If we hadn't killed Archimonde, they would have fallen into the hell brought by the demons. After so many years, the demons came to this world again. You said, are they ready?

That question is meaningless, Admiral.

Yrel touched the hilt of the sword at her waist, and she said:

They have to stop! If they want to live.

Dark Blade is about to leave this world. This will be the last time we will fight side by side with mortals on the land of Azeroth. If they can't stop the demons now, wait until we upgrade, wait until we no longer protect them , When the decisive battle comes, they will only have a dead end.

They had to fight for themselves, they had to hold out until the moment we fought back, we spent so much time and so much energy getting their civilization on the right track, we even gave them advance notice of the outbreak of this war, We've done our best and they shouldn't let us down!

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As soon as Yrel's words fell, in the aurora storm formed by the purple light above Suramar City, there was a piercing loud noise accompanied by a terrifying energy storm that spread outwards, and the pushed tide rose to nearly 30 at this moment. Domi, like a terrifying tsunami, scattered in all directions. In the midst of the storm, the King of the Seas was like a rock, firmly stopping in the tsunami.

Dai Lin raised his head. In the darkness above his head, the purple light spread outward like a halo, circle after circle, as if it was about to radiate to the whole world. With the brilliance of the Gate of Stars, a whole demon fleet appeared over the city of Suramar one by one in the space distorted to the extreme.

That's the eredar fleet! The most powerful fleet of the Burning Legion! He is the destroyer who has sounded the death knell for countless civilizations!

And this is just the beginning of the teleportation among the stars!

Under the support of the almost infinite magical power of the Nightwell, the Eredar Twins simultaneously opened several star gates leading to different phases, and those elite fleets from 33 star sectors that had already been cruising in the Azeroth star sector They flooded into this world one after another, and even so, only one-tenth of the huge fleet could enter Azeroth...

This star gate can only support one-tenth of the fleet to come to Azeroth, but that... is enough to cover the four continents of the entire world!

This is the war that the Burning Legion is attacking with all its strength!

Nuri! It's time to go!

On the space magic disc carried on Yrel's wrist, a coordinate pointing to the distant stars has been opened. That should be the gate to Argus. Since the distance between the two sides is too far, it is very difficult to open this star gate. As Yrel shouted, Nuri Velen, a draenei standing in a giant magic circle in the cabin of the Sea King, also clenched the Sargerite Keystone in his hand.

In the green fluorescent distorted space, the draenei took a deep breath, and under his signal, the lich beside the magic circle reached out to activate the magic circle.

I am going home...

Nuri put the cut Sargerite Keystone on his chest, and with a long sigh, the star gate of Argus in the distance was completely opened, and the figure of the draenei also disappeared suddenly at this moment.

At the moment when Nuri was thrown into the star gate, in the distant world of Argus, Kil'jaeden the Deceiver looked at the purple light gate that opened in front of him. His mood was a little agitated at this moment, but he didn't hesitate too much , but stepped into the gate, and behind him, the most elite demon warriors in the world of Argus stepped into the passage together with him.

At the moment when he was completely enveloped by the purple light, Kil'jaeden's deep voice also echoed in his ears:

Veron...

You're there, aren't you?

I am coming!