Azeroth’s Death Track

For any organization, no matter whether its purpose is good or bad, no matter whether its style of doing things tends to be moderate or radical, once its scale becomes larger and larger, internal factional differentiation will be natural.

There will never be an organization that works together. In other words, there is no contradiction between an individual's pursuit of ideals and loyalty to the organization.

Even the Darkblade Legion, composed of undead souls with little desire, has internal factions, let alone the Burning Legion, which is composed of demons with chaotic nature.

The cunning nathrezim dreadlord, the loyal doomsday lord, even the abyss lord with a brain full of muscles, and the eredar demons transformed from eredar people... The races within the Burning Legion are full of strange things. Each race has its own civilization and culture, and its living habits are also different. The Dark Titan only regards these guys as weapons of destruction, and he has no intention of managing these internal conflicts. .

In this case, it is not surprising that there is infighting.

First, there was the struggle between Archimonde the Defiler and Kil'jaeden the Deceiver. After Archimonde's death, the Dark Titan's position as adjutant in the Burning Legion became vacant, and almost everyone's attention was drawn to that Under the position of one person and above ten thousand people, under the temptation of power, the already prominent racial disputes have become intensified at this moment.

It is only a trivial phenomenon that Casanatir led the dreadlords to openly resist Kil'jaeden. The fraudster has already realized that if it does not take some action, then the other dormant forces of the Legion will jump out sooner or later. Snatch the position that belongs to Archimonde, and even...even throw him down together!

Anyone who can stand at the top has countless enemies who want to bring it down...

King Jaraxxus came to Marton to plan another round of invasion of Azeroth. This is just the first step of Kil'jaeden's first move. To be honest, the fraudster now misses those who died in Azeroth. Archimonde is dead, although that idiot obsessed with strength occasionally gives it a headache, but when dealing with the challenges of other demons, the two of them can still stand together...

Now, only Kil'jaeden is left to face the challenge of the other demon leaders of the Legion alone.

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The demons are going to start a new round of war? The Broken Isles...

The great lord sat on the throne on the large platform at the top of the dark temple. He was holding a spar that stored some warning information in his hand. After browsing through the information stored in the spar, he crushed it casually.

Sure enough, they came here for the Pillar of Creation. It seems that the bait thrown is really useful, and the fish are all hooked.

Tyrion leaned on the cold throne, his eyes looked forward, above the high clouds of the endless sea, the huge dark temple was moving rapidly to the center of the endless sea, obviously, he was also rushing to the battlefield.

Kil'jaeden...will you come this time?

A piercing smile appeared on the face of the great lord, but it was fleeting. In the front-line fortress that has been built in the realm of death, the dark blade sergeants of the four battle groups are waiting in full force. All they need is an order from the leader. Tireless warriors will turn out to fight the demons that invade Azeroth.

And it has been many years since the last large-scale battle between Dark Blade and Legion. In the world of Draenor, the war between the two forces ended with Dark Blade winning, but the first battle was a tragic victory. Tyrion almost I used up the little bit of power I had at the time, but this time... this time is different.

The dark blade is no longer the dark blade of the past, the devil, will it still be the previous devil?

Tyrion was very curious about this, but besides being curious, he must first complete the pre-clearing work on the battlefield where a tragic war is about to take place.

Shadow, are you there?

Following Tyrion's call, the actual person in charge of the Dark Blade Intelligence Bureau soon appeared beside Tyrion. The tall shadow stood in front of the throne with his hands tied, waiting for Tyrion's order.

How's the cleanup going?

It's almost done.

Shadow replied softly:

Since the last time Dark Blade visited the Broken Beach, there have been many outposts set up by other forces in that place. We have destroyed 80% of them, and the rest can be cleared up tonight, and we captured Many captives arrived, including the druids of the Cenarion Council, the priests of the Temple of the Moon God, a small number of pirates hiding there, some heretics, and some spies and surveyors from the empire. There are people and horses on the road.

Um?

Tyrion blinked, and asked with interest:

I remember that place is just a long, narrow and desolate island. At most, there are ruins of the elf empire on it. How could there be so many people in a place that had been abandoned long ago? Has there been any recent changes in that place?

No, at least according to our observations, nothing has changed.

Shadow replied:

I interrogated some of the more reliable people among them, and their reasons for coming to this place are also different. The druids are because of the part of the ancient souls released by us a few years ago. They think that this island should There are still unredeemed souls, and the priests of the Moon God Temple seem to be here for this.

As for the pirates... Those idiots who drank too much rum heard the rumors that there is a treasure here, and many of those cultists escaped from the Silithus battlefield. Here, voices claiming that there are gods in this sea, and finally agents of the Empire, who have come in search of some ancient power.

Shadow made some idle guesses and said:

I think they probably came for the hidden Tomb of Sargeras under the sea. These idiots may think that there is some power they can use in that sealed tomb.

It's a boring trick to spread rumors.

The great lord shook his head:

Send out scouts to observe the movements of the demons, and then lock up those captives in the lower level of the Dark Temple, let them transport war supplies, kill all the cultists, and send their souls to the realm of death.

The battlefield must be cleared before tonight! I don't want any interference, no matter who comes, this time, the Dark Blade Legion will fight a real... annihilation battle!

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The night is slightly cool, especially in the middle of the endless sea. In the southernmost part of the Broken Isles, across the sea from the island that was torn apart by the big bang, is a long, narrow and lonely island.

In this night, the temperature on this barren black island is very low, and the scene here seems to have not changed much, just like the first batch of death lords of the Dark Blade Legion that was just formed a few years ago, chasing the fleeing orc warlock Gu Like the night when Erdan came to this island, it was dead silent, cold, and gloomy, and even the moonlight didn't seem to want to shine on this land.

Broken Beach, this is the name given to this barren island by the residents of the Broken Archipelago. There is nothing here, so barren that even wild animals cannot survive.

But this place is not ordinary. In the period of the Elven Empire, this island was located near the capital of the Elven Empire, Jin Azshara. Today, this island is still covered with all kinds of remnants of the Elven Empire. Architectural relics, but in those buildings, the prosperity of the past has disappeared, replaced by the temperament left by time in those ruins.

Lonely, withered, like a place forgotten by the world and history, only the ancient badges that flashed between the ruined vines seemed to represent the supreme scenery of this land.

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A green halo flickered across the Broken Isles skies at midnight, like another portal to Outworld had been opened, since the demons of the Burning Legion forcibly tore it apart with the Scepter of Sargeras years ago. After the space barrier outside this world, it is not uncommon for such demons to smuggle in scenes.

Although the cracks in the space outside the world are slowly disappearing with time, it is destined to be a long process, but this time, those who enter the world of Azeroth along the torn space are not ordinary, and are killed by mortal souls. And demons driven by self-destructive desires.

On the Marton planet beyond the distant stars, the tall Prince Malchezaar is constantly calibrating the opening direction of the portal. The title of this eredar demon lord is Prince, which is not a joke, but A title of special envoy, used to describe the extraordinary magical attainments of Makzaar, a relatively young eredar demon lord, a descendant of Kil'jaeden and Jaraxxus.

When the Eredars turned to the Burning Legion, it was still a young adult, but it has become a powerful demon lord at such a young age, which already shows Malchezaar's ability.

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The vortex-shaped demon portal in front of it flickered again, indicating that the new space coordinates were set. Prince Malchezaar waved his finger, and the roaring demon guard was grabbed by the neck by the tall fel lord and thrown into the The portal is opened, which is the process of probing for new coordinates.

Prince Malchezaar waited silently for 10 seconds, but when there was no response, he shrugged and said in a hoarse voice:

Unfortunately, the coordinates are not right...

While talking, it fine-tuned the coordinates again, and a moment later, a coquettish succubus was thrown into the portal with a face full of fear, but this time, luck favored the good-looking demon lady, and she succeeded Pass through the portal and directly reach the broken beach, which is the destination of Prince Malchezaar.

Very good, I found it!

The eredar demon lord waved his finger forward, and a group of elite high-ranking demon guards rushed into the rapidly enlarged portal in front of him. Prince Malchezaar stood in front of the portal with a cold face, his crooked Looking at the portal in front of him with his head tilted, a ray of light shone in its eyes:

Now, the gates of all the worlds are opened before me...

As it spoke, it stepped into it. The next moment, the tall Eredar Lord with dark red skin appeared at the foot of a mountain on a deserted broken beach, and behind it, a hideous demon They came out of the portal quickly, but there were not as many as an army.

Obviously, this is just an advance army for reconnaissance.

You guys, continue to open the legion portal to this location for Ms. Tyrant!

Prince Malkazar touched the magic dagger with a dark red halo on his waist, and it issued an order to the dozen or so eredar warlocks following behind:

The rest, come with me, let's go find the tomb.

Divided into two groups, this elite demon advance army moved at an astonishingly fast speed. When Prince Malchezaar reached the northernmost coast of the Broken Isles, at the place where he landed, three tall legion portals had already arrived. open.

Ms. Haveli held a two-handed warhammer wrapped in dark green light and carried a heavy shield. She strode out of the portal in full armor. This cold-faced eredar demon lord had fel patterns on his forehead, like It's like the seal of the draenei leader shining on Velen's forehead, which represents her powerful control over fel energy and her identity among the eredar demons.

She is considered one of the most capable female generals under Kil'jaeden, and unlike most eredar demon lords who are proficient in magic, Haveli is not the group of eredar who joined the legion from the beginning. More than 30 years ago, when the orcs of Draenor started massacring the Draenei, she fell to the side of the legion because of despair and helplessness.

But after the former Draenei paladin accepted the fel energy, Kil'jaeden was amazed by the talent she showed. She specialized in violent melee skills, because of her brutal fighting style and powerful strength, After conquering several small worlds for the Legion, she was given the title Tyrant.

Spread out! Build a frontline base!

Haveli coldly shouted to the fel lord behind him:

From now on, this land belongs to the Legion!

And at the moment when Haveli finished speaking, a deep roar of the sea sounded on the coastline behind her and the demons of the Burning Legion. The tyrant turned his head subconsciously, and in the deep night, far away I saw the scene of a huge dark palace slowly rising from the sea surface. Matched with the gloomy night tonight, that scene, together with the low rhythm reverberating on the sea surface, was like a dark war piercing from the ground to the sky. Like a sword.

That is the Tomb of Sargeras, which was briefly summoned a few years ago, and finally sank into the bottom of the sea. It is the place where the body of Lord Sargeras who entered this world 800 years ago is buried. This time an inevitable goal.

That body that was once used by the Dark Titan... Although the soul of Lord Sargeras has been separated from that body, as long as it returns to the hands of the Legion, it will still be a terrifying weapon that cannot be ignored. The most wonderful thing is , it is said that the power left by the dark titan in this body has been properly preserved to this day.

Aha! It's so simple, it's so easy.

Prince Malzak stood proudly on the edge of the tumbling coastline. He looked at the palace in front of him full of the style of the elf empire. He could feel that the huge magic circle that once guarded the palace had already lost its host. , and became rotten, like a door waiting to be pushed open, as long as you stretch out your hand, you can touch the treasures stored in this palace.

Send signal!

Prince Malzac said in a deep voice:

The advance army has completed its task, tell Lord Jaraxxus...it can come down.