Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 201 2. Kil'jaeden's mission [72100]

From Marton to Argus, this is a path of stars. The distance between the two sides is unimaginable, but the demons have conquered most of the stars. In their ruined territory, there are portals connecting various worlds. It is very easy to send demons from one end of the stars to the other end of the stars.

By the time the humiliated Dreadlord Tichondrius returned to Argus, its Nathrezim army remained in Mardum, although Archimonde's arrogant It is said that their help is not needed, but every time the legion invades, Nathrezim needs to infiltrate the target world in advance to collect information and prepare for the response. This is already a customary practice.

Hey, Miss Hasabel, you are still as elegant and noble as ever.

The moment he stepped out of the portal, the dreadlord put away the resentment on his face, and politely bowed to the portal manager in front of him. It was a tall, half-demonized eredar woman. Warlock, with the waving of her bright red arms, the portals to countless worlds are opened or closed. In the teleportation hall of Antorus Burning Throne, everything looks orderly.

Facing Tichondrius' compliment, Ms. Hasabel, the guardian of the portal, looked calm. She turned around and stared at Nathrezim with eyes burning with dark green flames. The obedience since then has satisfied her, or she is in a good mood today. In short, when Tichondrius left the hall, the Eredar sorceress Hasabel suddenly said:

Be careful, Tichondrius, Kil'jaeden has been in a bad mood lately...

This reminder stopped the progress of the Dread Demon King. It turned around, looked at Hasabel, and asked in a low voice:

Oh? So, what puts the fraudster in a bad mood?

Hasabel didn't answer right away. The Dreadlord narrowed his eyes. The next moment, a soul stone shining with purple light was handed over to the guardian of the portal. The Dreadlord whispered:

This is the loot from my last battle with the Legion of Light. It contains a very interesting soul...and if you get tired of it, it must taste very delicious.

The tall eredar sorceress took the soul stone and put it to her ear. She heard the soul's unwilling wailing and screaming. The quality of the soul seemed to satisfy her, so she put away the gift and looked around. See, lowering his voice, he said:

A monster of flesh and blood has appeared in Krokuun, which is related to the power of the void. In short, this natural disaster makes Kil'jaeden feel very difficult. You also know that our god, Lord Sargeras, hates everything related to the void. Existence, so the fraudster has been thinking about how to deal with that trouble recently, when meeting him, it's best not to mention the void...

Well, that sounds really bad.

Tichondrius blinked. This information disappointed him a little, and it was useless to him, but it was also a good thing to get closer to the demon leader of Argus, so the Dread Demon King thanked Hasabel very gracefully, Then strode into the depths of the Burning Throne.

Your faithful servant salutes you, mighty Deceiver.

The Dreadlord soon came to the platform where Kil'jaeden was, and to his surprise, the Great Demon Deceiver didn't seem to have much annoyed reaction. He looked at the toy in his hand with interest.

a soul!

A soul held in the palm of the fraudster's hand, burned by the fire of fel energy, repeatedly struggling and unable to break free, looking at the posture of the soul, the fear demon king narrowed his eyes, he had never seen this kind of creature, but it seemed It's a life called orcs, Draenor...yes! A specialty of the world of Draenor!

Come and see this, my faithful Tichondrius!

Kil'jaeden sat on his Burning Throne. He waved the soul in his hand, and the orc screamed again. He seemed terrified and in pain.

Orc! This is an orc. Ten thousand years ago, an orc warrior accomplished a feat that no one in the stars has ever accomplished. That orc slashed and wounded the supreme dark titan Sargeras.

Kil'jaeden played with the soul in his hand, and the eyes of the great demon shone with the light of conspiracy. He said softly:

It was at that time that the Dark Titans noticed the orcs. This race has a very considerable potential for war. Most importantly, their civilization is very young, lacks intelligence and is easy to be seduced, especially in the loyal Targath band. After returning the news about my brother, Velen, I suddenly felt that fate is so magical...

Tichondrius stayed quietly under the throne, and did not interrupt rashly. It was very clear that the great demon was in a state of complacency at this time, and it didn't need its approval at all. It only needed to listen to Kiel quietly. The plot that Gardan has already conceived will do.

My brother who abandoned everything and fled to the stars, Velen... the lucky one who is loved by the Holy Light, he is actually in the world of orcs!

There was a glint of haze in Kil'jaeden's eyes, he chuckled a few times, and said again:

So I quietly went to that world, I watched my brother childishly want to live in peace with the orcs, how can this be? The betrayer must be betrayed in the same way, he must feel that when he betrayed me, I suffered That pain!

But unfortunately... the plan to use orcs to disrupt Azeroth still failed. An unexpected factor, Gul'dan, a humble and hateful ant, stole my victory and made Archmon That idiot has the upper hand, but it's okay...it's okay, temporary defeat is nothing, in what happened to Gul'dan, I saw something else!

The flaming wings on the Deceiver's back opened at this moment, as if stretching his muscles and bones, and then quickly closed. He stood up, walked to the side of the Dreadlord, and stuffed the soul into Tichondrius's hand.

You know what I saw when Gul'dan died?

The dreadlord shook his head, and Kil'jaeden whispered:

I saw a power that has been ignored by us, that is, the power that exists around us. After the demons destroyed countless worlds, those cold, lifeless corpses were randomly thrown in the ruins of the world. No, my servant Tichondrius, what a waste!

The death knight who killed Gul'dan with his own hands, I saw another possibility from him! It is a power that is not weaker than demons at all, and most importantly, it can be held in our hands!

die?

Tichondrius savored the word, and after a while, he raised his head and looked at the great demon: This sounds a bit weird, my master, the Burning Legion does not lack soldiers...

No, you are wrong!

Kil'jaeden looked at his subordinates, and said in a deep voice:

Master you and I share, god of the Burning Legion, mighty Lord Sargeras needs soldiers! In his eternal war against the void, it needs every ounce of power it can use. On the front lines of our battle against the void, In those worlds where the power of the void exists...Think about that scene, the demons and the servants of the void are fighting crazily, the demons will not be killed outside the twisting void, but our front is still crushed by the void Defeat!

Archimonde's eyes were confused by power, and his thinking was bound by past failures. He always thought that everything would be perfect after conquering Azeroth, but is that really the case?

Kil'jaeden snorted coldly:

He was wrong! Azeroth is indeed very important, but the power of the void that permeates the stars is the greatest enemy of the Legion. Whoever can help Lord Sargeras defeat the void will receive his supreme reward. Occupying a truly high position in the new world created...even, even, was given to become a god like him!

Tichondrius' body trembled a bit. The clever dreadlord seemed to understand Kil'jaeden's meaning. The latter reached out and patted the dreadlord's shoulder, and lowered his voice to give the opportunity face-to-face.

This soul is the one we can find, the one who knows the death knight and the power of death best. He begged me in the fire and offered to serve us. Take him to Azeroth, Tichondrius, let him serve you We form the undead army that belongs to the Burning Legion... That doomed world will become the testing ground for this new power...I will use the results of the Azeroth undead army to show Lord Sargeras that I, Kil'jaeden, I am his most trusted lieutenant!

But how to show the advantage of the undead?

Tichondrius looked at the orc soul in his hand, and it whispered: If Archimonde destroys that world, then our experiment is meaningless.

Stupid! Really stupid!

Kil'jaeden glanced at his subordinate dissatisfied, and said in a deep voice:

Think about it with your evil wisdom, why does Lord Sargeras insist on destroying Azeroth, even launching an expedition across the stars? That world... that world where the star soul was bred is not pure! You Do you understand? The power of the void has already taken root in that world!

I see!

Tichondrius's eyes lit up, and it said in a deep voice:

Even if Archimonde succeeded in destroying the world's civilization by driving the undead to clear the void power in that world, the final victory, the most valuable victory, still belongs to us!

The void is the Legion's greatest enemy...

The dreadlord recited these words, and it nodded towards Kil'jaeden:

Don't worry, my lord, I know what to do!

Well, let's go then.

The fraudster waved his hand:

Of course, you are still serving Archimonde's attack in name. Don't let him find out our purpose... Heh, with his brain full of muscles, he probably won't be able to find out!

Tichondrius left the Burning Throne quickly, Kil'jaeden found a way to please Sargeras, the Trickster looked very happy, and the anger that was mocked by Archimonde before disappeared, but when he re-entered the platform At that moment, I received the battle report from the Eredar Admiral Sphrax.

The fel fleet led by the admiral, who has lived from the peaceful days of Argus to the present, was unable to destroy the flesh and blood monster entrenched in Krokuun, which made Kil'jaeden immediately feel There were bouts of headache.

Deathwing, who slammed into the ground of Krokuun, was already very weak after the long torment of the Netherstorm. At the beginning, no one took it seriously, but the subsequent attack annoyed It's going to be a big trouble, no matter how many times the demons tear the flesh creature's body apart, it will revive again in a very short time, and every death will make its sanity weaker.

Deathwing? What kind of strange name is this... It looks like a dragon from Azeroth, but how could a weak dragon become such a difficult monster?

Kil'jaeden crossed his fingers and sat on his throne, squinting his eyes and thinking about the problem in his mind.

Azeroth...how many secrets are hidden in this weird world of yours? But the titans who protect you have been captured by the master, how long can you last in the attack of the legions? ?”

Oh, there is only destruction... Endless time flows slowly, everything will die, even death itself... will die!

Compared with Archimonde, the Deceiver doesn't like to fight head-on. He is more used to solving problems with cunning wisdom, but the flesh and blood monster that fell from the sky has completely lost its mind after being torn apart many times. There is no way to communicate at all, and hidden in the depths of the Argus world, the infiltration power belonging to the void is gradually strengthening the monster's power. If it continues to drag on, things will only get worse.

boom

The great demon finally made a decision, he punched on the armrest of his throne, a look of ferocity flashed in his eyes, and the eredar warlock standing outside the throne quickly delivered the fraudster's order to every place in the fortress corner:

Let the witches speed up the process of corroding the Titan's soul! Let Kingaros shape the Titan's body at the fastest speed!

The dark pantheon that the master is looking forward to, as long as the dark titan Aggramar is revived, or the fallen star soul Argus is revived, no matter how difficult this flesh and blood monster is... it will definitely die!