Azeroth’s Death Track

The Burning Legion is a huge organization that spans several star regions. It is the ugliest violent gang among the stars. Their armies are scattered throughout the star fields. Almost every living world has their spies and eyes.

In the huge and bloated intelligence system of the Burning Legion, intelligence from countless worlds in the stars is gathered every day to serve as a reference for the strategic masters of the Burning Legion to decide the invasion and destruction plan in the stars.

The Legion's original intelligence system was controlled by the cunning Nathrezim demons. At that time, the Legion's intelligence collection and analysis capabilities were at their peak. The Nathrezim were very good at exploiting the loopholes of civilization to formulate invasion plans , their brains full of dark wisdom can pop up countless evil ideas every minute, and then the demons with strong execution ability of the legion will turn these dark ideas into humanitarianism among the stars disaster.

Unfortunately, after the disappearance of Cassanatil, there was a split within Nathrezim, which allowed Kil'jaeden the Defrauder to take advantage of the loophole. The system was infiltrated by the Eredar demons under the Deceiver. Under the influence of hundreds of years of subtle influence, the Nathrezim was finally squeezed from the top of the intelligence system to the insignificant executive level.

But... After all, there is a specialization in the art industry, not to mention this kind of thing linked to talent.

The Eredar people are also very wise and evil, but they are not born demons after all. Their invasion plans are more than a step behind the unconstrained ideas of the dreadlords, which also leads to the Legion destroying the civilization of the stars. The speed is much slower ...but on a macro level, the speed at which that fire of destruction was unleashed is still astounding.

However, it is an indisputable fact that the combat effectiveness of the legion's intelligence organization has weakened.

However, the foundation left by the dreadlords is so effective that the eredar can still obtain a huge amount of information from those intelligence channels, especially when the fraudster pays special attention to a civilization, he can almost In a very short period of time, get any information about this civilization.

like now...

boom

The angry fraudster slammed the fel crystal in his hand on the table, because of a kind of disappointment bursting from his heart, the big devil spewed out terrible sparks between breaths, this It represents that the huge evil energy in the fraudster's body is tumbling violently due to emotions.

Ah! Trash! It's all trash!

The latest battle report from Azeroth undoubtedly disappointed the fraudster. Talgas failed his trust and expectations. That damned bastard should be glad that he died in Azeroth, otherwise he will be greeted , will be the most dire punishment for a fraudster.

Maybe he'll be thrown to the dogs by the fraudsters!

Uh, those are the two ferocious hounds domesticated by the dark titan Sargeras in the world of Argus. They are also the most feared creatures in this world subverted by evil energy. They eat a lot of food every day, and those who make fraud The demons who are disappointed will become the snacks of these two fel hounds.

The news of both Lakish and Velen's disappearance may mean that the Deceiver's attack on the prophet Velen's will has succeeded, maybe Velen has collapsed, maybe he is dead... But that is not what the Deceiver wants!

What he wanted was Velen!

He hoped that the demons would bring Velen, whose will was defeated, back to Argus, to the Prophet's hometown, and then the Deceiver would personally infuse the Prophet with fel energy, turning him into another great demon of the Legion, not what he is now. No one is alive, no corpse is dead!

This is not what he wants! This is too far from the result that the fraudster expected in his heart, and it can't make him feel the joy of revenge at all!

waste!

The flames of fel energy began to shine in the eyes of the Deceiver. He sat on the throne decorated with the bones of countless civilizations. Against the backdrop of the burning throne's never-ending flames, the hazy and distorted figure of the Deceiver almost enveloped the entire world. the whole hall.

But after all, he is a big devil who is good at using conspiracy to solve everything. He squinted his eyes and thought about some dark thoughts. After ten minutes, he called out in a low voice:

My best student, my most trusted lieutenant...Hand of the Deceiver, come here! I need you!

Under the call of Kil'jaeden, a moment later, between the two elemental doors reorganized by scorching flames and deep shadows, two tall, gorgeously dressed, and gloomy female eredar high-ranking demons came from Stepped out of the shadow of the door and stood under Kil'jaeden's throne.

Judging from their faces, this should be a pair of sisters, but they possess completely different powers. Being immersed in the essence of power has changed their appearance.

The skin of the eredar women who manipulated the flames became the same color as the dancing flames.

And the lady who manipulates the shadows has a mysterious and alluring purple skin, just like the color of the void.

They were the most outstanding new stars of magic in Mac'Aree's magic academy when the Eredars ruled Argus, and they were also the two most valued students by the consul Kil'jaeden. After that, the two of them fanatically followed their mentor, and were transformed into eredar demons by Kil'jaeden.

They are Kil'jaeden's agents in the Burning Legion. Every time this pair of ruthless demon sisters appear, they will not only make the enemies of the legion tremble, but also make the demons of the legion tremble. Style and trembling.

They enjoy the majesty of that fear, and the joy of that torture.

They are the Eredar twins, Kil'jaeden's first lieutenant...Queen Thaloras, who wields the Shadowfire, and Auretheth, the high-ranking warlock who wields the Flame of Uncertainty.

We are at your command, fraudster!

We are loyally waiting for your order!

Two eredar high-ranking demons knelt on one knee in front of the Trickster. Their voices were charming and rippling, which made people itch. Moreover, they were eredar demons who loved beauty. Their bodies were not invaded by evil energy. The skin is cracked or filled with the same fel sores as other eredar. In fact, in addition to the nature of the power in the body, the eredar twins also maintain the noble and beautiful posture of the eredar.

This is probably a stubborn attachment of women to beauty.

Of course, fraudsters don't care about these things. From the perspective of teaching and educating people, Kil'jaeden is definitely a model in the industry. The disgusting habits of those nasty mentors, the fraudsters are not keen on women, in fact, even during the long period of serving as the consul of Argus, the fraudsters have never had a marriage, or even a lover.

This kind of behavior, coupled with the tens of thousands of years of the fraudster's relentless pursuit of his friend Velen, has made many devils who like to gossip question the fraudster's sexual orientation in private, er, of course, discuss this in the legion , once found...that would be the fate of feeding the dog.

That trash of Talgath has failed me, Velen, gone.

The fraudster rubbed his forehead, he was in a bad mood, so he spoke in a harsh tone:

I seriously doubt that Velen is really dead. You have also seen the prophet. He is not so easily defeated. His will is as strong as steel, beyond steel... But my revenge is only The last step, and the Legion’s offensive against Azeroth, there are many things that cannot be delayed any longer, so here I grant the two of you the authority to fight!”

Saloras, Oresis, you two immediately put down all the affairs at hand, as my spokesperson, go to Azeroth, and urge that group of rude Nathrezim demons to speed up the stripping of the foundation of creation. Pillar's actions, Tichondrius, Mephistroth, and Anaceron, these three dreadlords loyal to me will secretly help you!

Once all the Pillars of Creation are in your hands, immediately wave the demon army stationed in Mardum into Azeroth, eliminate all the dreadlords who are unwilling to obey me, kill the group of bastards, and at the same time order the fleet to attack the **** from the outside. world!

A sinister killing intent shone in the eyes of the fraudster, he patted the armrest of the throne, and said to his most proud students:

At the same time, you have to find a way to find a sufficient crack in Azeroth. I don't want to wait any longer, and I don't want to receive any more news of these damned failures. I'm fed up with the incompetence of these demons!

boom

The fraudster stood up at this moment, the blood-red bat wings on his back spread wildly, and the dancing flame shadow raised the temperature of the entire hall by dozens of degrees.

Between the gleams of shadow, the Trickster said in a deep voice:

This time, I will come in person!

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Naturally, it is impossible for the creatures of Azeroth to know that the Great Deceiver, who is countless light years away, no longer intends to play boring games.

But to be honest, given the tenacity of the creatures of Azeroth, who have been tempered by various frequent major events, even if they know about it, they probably won't have much reaction... After all, the demons have already Failed twice in Azeroth, and as the absolute villain of Azeroth, the Dark Blade Legion has never failed once!

In the eyes of the creatures of Azeroth, the undead who lose their minds are much more difficult to deal with than the angry demons.

At this time, in the Borean Tundra, Prophet Velen has been missing for a week. They intend to find a suitable time in the near future to announce the bad news to the people, but they are not sure how the people will react to the news of the Prophet's fall.

After all, the existence of the Prophet is too important to the Draenei civilization.

But at this time of emergency, the two garrison officers suddenly received a letter. The content of the letter was nothing more than an invitation to the two garrison officers to meet at the beach in the Borean Tundra, but Ma Errad and Velhari were surprised.

The inscription is Nuri Velen!

This surname... seems to represent that in the past 7 days, something important to the Draenei has happened in this world, but they don't know anything about it.

In the evening of the same day, in the name of inspecting the city defense, the two garrison officers left the two gates of Shatar City, which was being rebuilt, and then headed towards the coast of the Borean Tundra near the Keel Wilderness. After the col, Velhari was the first to discover the man who had written them.

It was a draenei who looked a little young but had a vicissitudes of life. When Velhari found him, he was sitting leisurely on a rock by the sea with a long hood on his face. Dry, trying to attract the sea seals, which are domesticated pets of the nearby walrus people, and breed in great numbers on this coast.

Yo! You are here!

Nuri saw Maraad and Vihari walking towards him, he threw the jerky in his hand to the salivating seal cub, then clapped his hands, and said to the two vigilant big defense officers:

I've been waiting for you for a long time.

Wait, you...

When he saw Nuri's face, Maraad let out an exclamation, and Vihari beside him even drew out his weapon directly.

This face is so similar to the Prophet!

Especially the expression when he squinted his eyes, it was carved out of the same mold as Velen, but it was not enough to make the defender trust him, this is Azeroth, this is a magical world, there are too many ways , can change a person's appearance.

When he saw Vihari with a vigilant face and Maraad with a hesitant face, Nuri shrugged, he pulled his hood upwards, and after his black hair in a ponytail was brushed aside, On his forehead, the slightly dim, broken seal of the draenei leader made the two garrison officers finally let down their vigilance.

This thing cannot be faked. Although this seal is only the symbol of the leader of the Draenei, it was bestowed by the Naaru and has been passed down from generation to generation in the civilization of the Draenei. So far, no forgery has been found. The magic of this imprint.

Father gave it to me.

Nouri pointed to the dim seal of leadership on his forehead, and he said to Maraad:

It's just a symbol to prove my identity. When he was dying, he told me to give this leader's seal to a man named Maraad...So, of the two of you, who is Maraad? Earlard?

This made Grand Vindicator Maraad's eyes widen, and this action made Nuri turn his head to look at him:

Are you Grand Vindicator Maraad? My father said he told you about this... If he dies, it's up to you...

do not talk!

Maraad waved his hand, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes:

I remember, but the Prophet...he really...

Yes!

Nuri sighed, straightened his body, and said to the two garrison officers in front of him:

The Prophet is dead...my father, fallen...