And both the quantity and quality were more intense than anyone expected.
Even Jialiya, who had been fighting against demons and undead in the Eastern Continent for a long time, was shocked.
Only at this moment did she finally realize that the enemies entrenched around the capital of Lordaeron were just pawns deliberately left behind by the Burning Legion and the Scourge to contain the power of the Alliance.
The real elite had already crossed the Endless Sea and arrived in Kalimdor, and with the help of powerful portal technology, they continuously summoned demon armies from other corners of the universe.
Just the first round of attack was enough to destroy the defense line jointly built by humans and minotaurs.
Especially the hellfire that falls from the sky, there is no way to defend against it. It often creates a large burning pit when it hits the ground. Its power is no less than those super-large caliber artillery shells and bombs.
The surrounding area within ten or even dozens of meters will be torn apart by the shock wave generated at the moment of impact, followed by high temperature and high pressure.
Not to mention ordinary soldiers, even legendary warriors like Cain Bloodhoof could not guarantee whether they would survive if they were hit head-on.
Coupled with the powerful liches, death knights, and demon lords such as Arthas, Reki Winter, Kel'Thuzad, Anetheron, Kaz'lo, and Azgalor taking turns to fight, it is almost impossible to stop the tsunami-like attack.
Not to mention Archimonde, a powerful being who could rush over and end everything at any time.
So Jaina and Cairne Bloodhoof understood from the beginning that the sacrifices and persistence they were making were all to buy time for the Alliance reinforcements who were building the second line of defense and the night elf allies on top of Mount Hyjal.
In order to prevent the first line of defense from collapsing too quickly, Tyrande also sent a large number of troops to help defend it.
Including a whole formation of more than 25,000 female warriors and huntresses, and nearly 4,000 druids and priests.
But even so, the battle line still looked chaotic.
Even Uther the Lightbringer and his Knights of the Silver Hand came from the second line of defense to help, using the energy of holy light to the best of their ability to fight against the undead and demons.
"Hold on! Don't be afraid! Even if we die, we must die on the battlefield! Our sacrifice is not meaningless! It is to save this world and to save our families from being slaughtered by these terrible monsters."
Morgan Ladimore wielded the two-handed giant sword "Achilles" which emitted golden light after focusing on the holy light energy, and instantly chopped down a hellhound that pounced on him and wanted to drain his mana.
At the moment of hitting the enemy, in addition to the burning from the holy light energy, there is also a shock of arcane energy that is almost imperceptible to the naked eye.
There is no doubt that the sword in his hand is not a blank weapon, but a precious magic sword of great value.
It was with the help of this weapon that this powerful Paladin had made great achievements for the Silver Hand. At the age of 32, he was at the golden age in a melee profession's life, and he had achieved a perfect balance in terms of strength, stamina, reaction and combat experience.
It was for this reason that Uther recommended him to his loyal monarch, the new queen of Lordaeron, Calia, as a personal guard.
But at this moment, he was sent by Jia Liya to the first line of defense to help Jaina resist the enemy's fierce attack.
It is precisely thanks to the participation of so many paladins and priests who can use divine magic and holy light energy that the undead of the Scourge are greatly restrained and cannot break through the defense line by relying on the advantage of numbers as recklessly as in the original timeline.
Instead, it was the behavior of the demons that made everyone feel intense fear and uneasiness.
Several demon lords would use their fel magic to summon hellfire whenever they had the chance, smashing it hard into those areas that were resisting the most stubbornly, directly tearing through the defenses and rushing in to kill indiscriminately.
Human life at this time is as cheap as an ant. Just one step on the huge hellfire will kill several people on the spot, and the corpses are like crushed ketchup, making people want to vomit.
It's a pity that no one cares whether it's disgusting or not at this moment.
After all, they all knew very well that in this situation, if they were distracted for even a moment, they might fall to the ground and never get up again.
But even so, there were no deserters, which was very rare.
Because everyone has been told why they are fighting this battle and what a hellish situation Azeroth will become if the enemy wins.
For the sake of their race, their families, and their future generations to live in a world full of hope, rather than being enslaved or even completely destroyed, they must do their utmost to buy precious time for their allies, even at the cost of their lives.
Some people say that people with firm beliefs are the most respectable and the most terrifying.
Because this type of people can truly transcend the limitations of their own instincts and fully release the great power of spirit and will. Even when facing a terrifying enemy that they know they cannot defeat, they still dare to charge forward and swing their swords.
Even if the body has been pierced and the hands and feet have been torn apart by the power of magic, they will still try their best to create some trouble for the opponent before dying so that their teammates can rush over in time to finish off the opponent.
Throughout the line of defense, you can see humans sacrificing themselves to protect the night elf archers and hunters from damage, and you can also see druids turning into giant bears rushing into the demons, making deafening roars to attract them, and then dying in the blizzards and firestorms of human mages.
The Tauren warriors, who were huge in size and powerful in strength, waved their totem poles to hold off the most powerful Doomguard in the Burning Legion's vanguard. Of the original team of more than a thousand people, only less than one-tenth of them survived.
The rest all died in the brutal fighting.
Tenacity!
courage!
sacrifice!
The best of human nature is on display right now in this war that determines the fate of Azeroth.
All races here are equal, working together to resist the attack of the Burning Legion with all their strength, and are even willing to sacrifice their precious lives for each other, even though they have never met each other before and don't know each other's name.
As the number of casualties increased, there were more and more mutilated bodies on the ground.
After Jaina finally blocked another wave of fierce attacks from the enemy, she said to Cairne Bloodhoof beside her: "Elder, I think we are almost at our limit. If we continue to hold on, we will only suffer more casualties and will not be able to hold on for much longer. Perhaps it is time to retreat to the second line of defense."
"I couldn't agree more."
The Tauren Chieftain showed a heartbroken expression as he looked at his compatriots who had suffered heavy casualties.
You have to know that the Tauren had suffered heavy losses due to the pursuit of the Centaurs during their migration to the Desolate Land, and the previous battle killed another one or two thousand elite warriors. If this situation happens twice more, the entire tribe will probably be on the verge of extinction.
"Retreat, our second line of defense has been built with the help of the night elves."
Uther, who had just killed a lich with a hammer, was filled with golden light and looked as dazzling as a god descending from heaven.
"Finished? So fast!"
Jaina quickly turned around and found that a sturdy fortress had appeared out of nowhere where the Alliance flag was hanging halfway up the mountain.
However, this fortress was not built with stone, but a fortification constructed by thousands of ancient tree people closely arranged together.
The druid was also very "considerate" and planted thorn seeds at the roots of the trees, and used natural magic to make them grow rapidly in a short period of time, densely blocking the gaps between the ancient trees.
Now if the demons and undead want to attack the tree wall or climb it, they will be torn by the wooden thorns that are as hard and sharp as steel.
The artillery brought by the Alliance was also placed on various commanding heights, so that they could bombard the enemies below from a high position.
The gunboats floating in the sky are on high alert, ready to unleash their full load of shells and explosives at any time to deal a devastating blow to the enemy.
As for the tanks and planes driven by dwarves and gnomes, they are also ready to go into battle at any time.
In the rear, near the huge portal of the World Tree, a steady supply of ammunition was being delivered.
It's easy to tell from the look on everyone's part that the Alliance army led by Charlene is better trained than the orcs led by Thrall, and has more experience in fighting demons and undead.
This can be seen from their cold and indifferent expressions. It doesn't seem like it is the first time they have fought against these terrible enemies.
"Have your people fought the Burning Legion in the eastern continent?" Tyrande asked in surprise.
Jia Liya nodded with a serious expression: "Yes. The Alliance has been fighting fiercely with the undead of the Scourge and the demon army led by the dreadlords in the Eastern Kingdom for a long time.
With the knowledge, technology, and power granted by the God of the Great Covenant, we have nailed them firmly in Lordaeron and prevented them from taking a single step south.
However, the enemies in the eastern continent are obviously not as powerful and terrifying as Mount Hyjal.
Honestly, I didn't think I could outlast Jaina and those tauren.
So please hurry up.”
"My husband Malfurion has begun work to detonate the energies of the World Tree.
You just need to hold on for a little while.
Remember, if you see Archimonde himself appear on the battlefield, don't hesitate, turn around and run immediately.
The power of mortals is like that of ants in front of him.
Even we are no match for one of the most powerful of the eredar."
Tyrande issued a solemn warning.
As a participant in the War of the Ancients, she witnessed how those powerful demigods of the wilderness fell one after another at the feet of the Polluter. She understood the horror of this demon commander better than humans and other races that were born later.
Although the night elves have been cultivating for 10,000 years, they are not without the ability to fight.
But it is not difficult to see from Malfurion's choice that they do not want to fight a head-on battle with the Burning Legion again, which would result in heavy losses and a low chance of winning.
Quite the opposite!
This time, the night elves hope to use smarter means to thwart the Legion's attempt to invade Azeroth.
"knew."
Jia Liya responded casually, then boarded the gunboat and prepared for the battle.
At this moment, Archimonde's huge and extremely eye-catching figure suddenly appeared out of thin air near the first line of defense, raised his hand and made a pulling-down motion.
The next second...
A huge burning meteorite fell from the sky and hit the most crowded area with the force of thunder.
Uther, who was renewing his relationship with his good disciple Arthas, saw this and immediately shouted at the top of his voice: "Disperse! Disperse quickly! Otherwise we will all die!"
"No! It's too late! Come closer to me!"
While shouting at the panicked crowd, Jaina activated magical teleportation and tried her best to take away as many living soldiers as possible.
When Arthas saw this situation, he had no time to argue with Uther the Mechanic, nor did he have time to say anything to his ex-girlfriend. He immediately turned around and galloped away on his skeleton horse, his eyes filled with uncontrollable anger.
Obviously, when Archimonde cast this spell, he never considered the life and death of himself and the Scourge.
In other words, in the eyes of this powerful demon, everyone, including the Lich King Ner'zhul, are nothing more than pawns and cannon fodder that can be discarded at any time.
How could the always proud and arrogant Arthas accept this?
If possible, he would like to use Frostmourne to pierce the opponent's eyes or heart and kill him with his own hands.
But unfortunately, this can only remain at the thinking stage and can never be put into actual action.
Because even the Lich King was so humble when facing Archimonde, not to mention himself as the Lich King's servant.
As the super huge hellfire got closer and closer to the ground...
Jaina finally completed the group teleportation magic at the critical moment, taking everyone with her and disappearing instantly.
Just two or three seconds later, the burning green fireball collided violently with the ground.
Boom!!!! A small mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and then an invisible shock wave destroyed everything within a radius of two or three kilometers.
Along with the explosion and the noise, there was also a terrible earthquake.
Many soldiers who had clearly escaped the impact range were torn to pieces by the shock wave and exploded like balloons with a bang, with flesh and bones splattering everywhere.
After the aftermath completely disappeared, the people on the second line of defense halfway up the mountain saw a super-giant Hellfire over two hundred meters tall standing up from the deep pit.
It was so huge that even the mountain giants looked like babies.
Archimonde used only one spell to completely destroy the defenses built by Jaina and Cairne Bloodhoof, as easy as taking a walk after dinner.
Moreover, this Hellfire also trampled on those soldiers who were lucky enough to survive under his command.
About one or two hundred soldiers who were fleeing in all directions were physically crushed to death.
The originally noisy battlefield seemed to have been muted in an instant.
Apart from the Super Hellfire that was trampling with impunity and the desperate cries of the fleeing soldiers before they died, everyone else seemed to have lost the ability to speak.
To be precise, everyone on both sides of the battlefield was shocked beyond words by the power Archimonde displayed casually.
After all, the summoned hellfire alone is enough to cause quite a headache, not to mention the master who summoned it.
At this moment, the coalition forces realized how terrifying the power of the Polluter was.
"Hahahaha! How fragile! Malfurion! Is this the defense you organized? Compared to ten thousand years ago, you have really regressed." Archimonde laughed wildly and sneered.
Although when he arrived he was actually full of anger at the slow attack, and was eager to climb to the top of the mountain to seize the World Tree and the Well of Eternity below.
But now, looking at the terrified expressions of these mortal tinys, this guy's twisted heart felt extremely satisfied.
To the wicked, nothing tastes sweeter than revenge.
Especially for a supreme commander of the Burning Legion like Archimonde, who is second only to the emperor, he always regards the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago as an indelible shame.
After all, they followed the dark titan Sargeras to conquer and destroy planet after planet, killing or trampling down those so-called gods one by one, and never experienced any failure.
Only in Azeroth were they forced to swallow the bitter fruit of failure for the first time.
Therefore, the entire Burning Legion from top to bottom is full of hatred for the night elves, and wants to defeat these arrogant mortals and turn them into demons like Satyrs.
Tyrande undoubtedly sensed Archimonde's thoughts, and immediately smiled and said, "Pride, arrogance, and contempt for everything. It seems that Malfurion's strategy has succeeded. The Defiler must now think that we are vulnerable, so he wants to end this as soon as possible and seize the fruits of victory."
"You want to make him let down his guard in this way?" Jialiya asked tentatively in an uncertain tone.
“That’s right.
Pride and arrogance have always been characteristics of the Burning Legion's high-ranking officials.
Because they have almost never suffered any major failures or setbacks, they are the most powerful force in the entire physical universe, bar none.
So these guys always act too confident, thinking that they can easily kill all those who dare to resist with their terrifying strength.
Among them, Kil'jaeden is a natural master of strategy, and it may be very difficult to deceive him.
But Archimonde is obviously much more reckless and often adopts more radical and risky plans. "
Tyrande did not hide anything and openly told the "strategy of arrogant soldiers" formulated by Malfurion himself.
Hearing this, Jia Liya immediately showed a thoughtful expression and responded: "Okay, I will cooperate with you to play this drama well. But are you sure that the tree can really kill Archimonde? I don't want to get a disappointing result after making a huge sacrifice."
"Don't worry, little girl. We know much more about Archimonde and the Burning Legion than you do."
After saying this, Tyrande left a meaningful smile, then turned around on her mount and ran towards the top of the mountain.
As soon as she left, the super hellfire summoned by Archimonde launched an attack on the second line of defense with thousands of undead and demons.
Without saying a word, Jia Liya immediately drew out the two swords hanging at her waist and walked straight to the front of the gunboat. She looked down at the soldiers who were waiting for battle and shouted: "Warriors of the Alliance! Take up your weapons! Don't let any demon pass through this line of defense before we fall!"
"Kill them all!"
"The Great Alliance is invincible!"
"The God of Contract will protect us!"
…
With shouts coming one after another, the morale of this legion composed of elite soldiers drawn from various kingdoms reached its peak in just a few seconds.
Immediately afterwards, the artillery placed on high ground began to emit a deafening roar.
The gunboats also began to bombard the enemies that were pouring in like a tide from their high ground.
The dwarf musketeers stood in a row atop the huge wall made of tree men, aiming at the undead and demons that came into range and pulling the triggers frantically. Hundreds of machine guns also began to spew flames, forming a dense crossfire network.
There is no doubt that under Zuo Si's promotion, the alliance's army has gradually begun to change from the original mixed use of cold weapons and hot weapons to the current almost entirely based on hot weapons.
In addition, the gunpowder in Azeroth is not actually real gunpowder, but elemental particles extracted from ore powder and residue, which mix different properties together to form violent combustion and explosion effects.
In the face of such terrifying firepower coverage, the numbers that the Undead Army was most proud of have become meaningless.
They were like wheat growing in the fields, being continuously harvested by shells and bullets, falling in large numbers on the road of charge.
Even the fleshiest of Stitched Abominations could not get close to the wall formed by the densely packed treemen.
What's more, the alliance soldiers had already made full preparations and buried dense mines and barrels of explosives a hundred meters away from the wall.
Often, one shot will instantly cause a chain reaction in a large area around it.
A lich of the Scourge did not realize this, and as a result, hundreds of elite death knights under his leadership were taken away in one wave, without even a complete corpse left behind.
The giant hellfire summoned by Archimonde himself was also shattered under the dense artillery fire, and finally fell to the ground and turned into a piece of rubble emitting green fel flames.
Even if powerful demons occasionally break through the fire blockade and come under the wall, there are still closely arranged tree people waiting for them as the last line of defense.
These behemoths that have lived for thousands of years can beat a dozen or even dozens of enemies into a pulp or send them flying with just a wave of their sturdy arms.
Jaina also led Dalaran and the high elf mages to lay blizzards on a large scale to slow down the enemy's speed, forcing them to endure longer bombing and strafing on the charge.
As for the gargoyles and other aerial units coming from the sky, they are dealt with by dwarf griffin cavalry and aircraft formations.
The tunnel-digging and surprise attack tactics that the crypt demons are best at have become meaningless in the face of the druids' natural magic.
Because there are so many ancient trees in Mount Hyjal, so many that there are dense plant roots extending hundreds of meters downwards.
Once they touch these roots while digging, the trees will immediately alert the druids, thus exposing the location of the undead.
In the end, the second line of defense successfully blocked the endless demons and undead in three dimensions: sky, ground, and underground.
If we only look at the casualty ratio, the Alliance undoubtedly has an overwhelming advantage.
Under normal circumstances, a troop would have collapsed and fled after suffering such heavy casualties.
After all, as early as the First World War, humans on earth proved what a dense human wave charge meant in the face of machine guns and cannons.
Unfortunately, this is clearly not the normal situation.
Needless to say, the undead of the Scourge had no fear at all. Even most of the low-level cannon fodder did not understand what death really was. They simply rushed forward at the orders of the higher-level undead creatures, and were killed one after another.
The demons, fearing Archimonde's punishment, did not care about casualties at all.
Anyway, after they die, the worst that can happen is that they return to the Twisting Nether and wait for resurrection.
Therefore, the huge casualties did not stop the enemy, but instead they used their bodies and numbers to frantically consume the alliance's ammunition reserves.
Both sides were well aware that such a dense firepower network could not last long.
When the alliance runs out of ammunition, the demons and undead will rush in and kill indiscriminately.
On the other side, on the top of Mount Hyjal, Tyrande was interrogating the Horde emissary Eitrigg who had just been captured by the patrol.
The orc veteran looked extremely miserable. Not only was his body covered in blood and bruises from being beaten, but there were also two arrows stuck in his back. It was obvious that he was almost mistaken for an enemy and killed.
After all, to the night elves, the orcs are the sinners who killed the demigod Cenarius, and are also accomplices and minions of the Burning Legion. They are undoubted enemies.
If this guy hadn't revealed his identity in time, the body would probably have been cold by now.
"You'd better give me a reason not to kill you!"
Tyrande looked at the guy in front of her and expressed her disgust for orcs without any words.
Eitrigg responded while holding back the pain: "I am here on behalf of the tribe to negotiate and form an alliance with you."
"Negotiation? Alliance? With what you did in Grey Valley, you still want to form an alliance with us?"
Tyrande was so angry that she laughed, and her eyes became cold and full of murderous intent.
"The one who committed the unforgivable crime in Ashenvale was Grom Hellscream.
Warchief Thrall had already expelled them from the Horde and even challenged them to a duel.
I think this makes our position clear.
In fact, we crossed the Endless Sea to Kalimdor just to help fight the demons of the Burning Legion and contribute our strength.
Unfortunately, the actions of the Warsong Clan have put us in an unprecedented passive position.
But now, you obviously need help, don't you?
The tribe was willing to provide an army to attack from the flank at a critical moment.
We don't have any excessive demands, we just hope that we will not be liquidated after the war and can live in the unowned land of Azshara."
It was obvious that Eitrigg was well aware that the bargaining chips he had were extremely limited, so he put forward his conditions very directly.
After witnessing the power of the Alliance's ultimate evolved thermal weapons with his own eyes, this orc who had experienced the Second World War had clearly realized how bad the situation was for his side.
It doesn't take much. Just one-third or even one-quarter of the demon's firepower now is enough to easily slaughter the orcs and darkspear troll armies.
Based on the atrocities the orcs committed against humans when they opened the Dark Portal, as well as the casualties caused when they attacked internment camps, villages, and towns, Eitrigg had no doubt that the Alliance would turn against the orcs and launch an unrelenting revenge after the war, completely wiping them out from this world.
So in order to survive, he had to join the coalition and become a member of it.
But Tyrande said sarcastically, "Weren't Grom Hellscream and the Warsong Clan part of the orcs when they committed the unforgivable crime?
Isn't it too late for you to try to distance yourself from the matter and shirk responsibility after something happens? Most importantly, I am not qualified to forgive you on behalf of the human allies.
For what you have done in the Eastern Continent, and the carnage and destruction you have brought to this world on behalf of the Burning Legion, even ten thousand times would not be enough to atone for your sins.
So I am not interested in the terms proposed by your chieftain, and I do not want the dirty orcs to taint this sacred war.
Get out of here now!
Get out of here! Don't let me see your ugly face again!
Otherwise the sentry will shoot you directly!"
"Wait! Please give us a chance! We are not minions of the Burning Legion! At least not now!"
Eitrigg struggles to fight for one last chance for the Horde.
Unfortunately, the night elf female warrior who was in charge of escorting him did not give him a chance to speak. She raised her foot and kicked him to the ground with a bang. His entire jaw was instantly shattered. Then he was dragged like a dead dog and thrown down the hillside behind him, rolling down to the foot of the mountain.
The heart of the orc veteran was also falling.
You know, even when the old tribe collapsed and disintegrated after the end of World War II, he had never been as desperate as he is now.
After all, humans did not massacre the surrendered orcs at that time, but locked them all up in shelters and provided them with three meals a day.
But this time, they will no longer be treated like this.
…
Just as the Battle of Mount Hyjal was in full swing, the ninth layer of Baator had already begun mobilizing for war.
Millions and tens of millions of devil armies are ready to go, eager to launch an unprecedented expedition to another universe.
Such a large-scale war mobilization could naturally not be concealed from lords at other levels.
Almost all the lords were very nervous, and at the same time they were wondering what Zuo Si wanted to do by making such a big fuss.
In order to prepare for the worst possible scenario, emergency mobilization has begun at many levels.
For a moment, the entire Baator Hell was like a huge powder keg.
All it takes is a tiny spark to instantly start the civil war that Zariel started.
Maybe the scale and complexity are even more terrifying than that.
After all, today's hell is no longer just nine levels. There are also large parts that have swallowed up the abyss, as well as devil nobles who are enfeoffed there.
Some of these great devils obey directly Asmodeus, the lord of hell, while others obey other lords of the other nine levels.
Once the fighting starts, the bloody battle front that has been built with great difficulty will collapse in a minute, and then be pushed back by the demons.
Normally at a time like this, Asmodeus should have stepped forward to stop the situation from deteriorating further.
But what is interesting is that this time he did not take any action, but remained silent throughout the whole process, as if he was deliberately allowing the Ninth Level to act recklessly.
Gracia, the Lord of the Sixth Plane, and Philna, the Lord of the Fourth Plane, also smelled something unusual at this moment, and they all acted as if they were ready to fulfill their obligations as allies of the Ninth Plane.
The lords at other levels also formed alliances without exception, either for self-protection or to take advantage of the situation.
Even outsiders who know nothing about the politics of hell can feel the tense atmosphere and strong smell of gunpowder.
However, no one knew that Zuo Si, the instigator, was chatting and laughing with Asmodeus in a skyscraper in the center of the huge cyberpunk city.
"My young friend, I have to say you really gave me a huge surprise this time. Directly invading and conquering another universe? This is really crazy!"
The Lord of Hell exclaimed with heartfelt praise.
He simply couldn't imagine how much precious soul resources he would gain if this plan finally succeeded.
Of course, it's okay even if you fail.
Anyway, the massive amount of souls plundered back is enough to make up for the losses, or even make a huge profit.
Zuo Si responded with his usual humble smile: "You are really too kind. I couldn't have achieved what I have today without your support. However, considering the scale of this war and the number of souls that can be obtained, I think we should slightly change the distribution ratio. What do you think?"
"Of course! This is an expedition you launched with your own strength, so it is naturally different from the souls you obtained in this universe. I can reduce the tax rate for extracting energy from these souls by one third."
Asmodeus chose to retreat very decisively.
After all, the power of Baator is limited to this universe, so he cannot reach further, and there is no way to stop the mages from expanding their territories in other universes.
As a devil king with a broad vision, all he has to do is to try his best to meet the demands put forward by the other party and ensure that he does not leave hell and go out on his own.
The most important thing is that no matter how many souls Zuo Si collects in other universes, Asmodeus can levy taxes based on a percentage according to the rules of hell.
If this hen that lays golden eggs flies away, all the money will be lost.
Devils are extremely rational creatures, so they will never do things that harm others and benefit themselves like the devil.
"Thank you so much."
Zuo Si was obviously a man with a very broad vision. He knew when to stop and did not ask for more. Instead, he stood up and bowed to the Lord of Hell.
As a result, the entire atmosphere of the conversation became extremely harmonious, and it was not at all like the other devils who were bargaining over trivial matters.
After reaching a new profit-sharing agreement, Asmodeus cast his gaze toward the crystal ball on the table, watching the ongoing Battle of Mount Hyjal with interest and asked, "These creatures who call themselves demons don't seem to be as chaotic as the demons in the abyss, do they?"
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes. In this world, the conflict between good and evil, order and chaos is not as intense as in our universe.
Instead, a unique balance is formed based on the six elements of the Force.
Among them, the demons of the Burning Legion represent evil energy. Although it also has a strong tendency towards chaos, it is essentially still a military group with a complex organizational structure.
They have almost conquered the entire physical universe and are the first powerful enemy I need to face after launching the expedition.
Furthermore, the magic and technology these guys possess are quite interesting, and perhaps we can strengthen Baator Hell through research."
"It sounds very interesting. I am beginning to envy you for being able to freely cross the distance in space and travel freely throughout the multiverse."
There was a terrifying red light flashing in Asmodeus' eyes, and no one knew what was going on in his mind.
"But there is a price. Just like me, in order to maintain this freedom, I can never be bound to a certain universe or plane, let alone become a god who ignites the spark of divinity, otherwise the spark of the mage will be extinguished." Zuo Si explained, putting his hand on his chest.
The Lord of Hell smiled and sighed, "Yes, how could there be anything perfect in this universe?
Ultimately it's just the price of choice.
As the Lord of Hell, I have supreme power in Baator Hell. Even those powerful gods cannot challenge me here.
But at the same time, once I leave hell, my strength will drop rapidly, and I must cooperate with those gods to achieve a certain goal. The same is true for other lords.
But your appearance broke this limitation.
So I think that in the near future, the entire hell will definitely become stronger because of your joining.
If we work together, perhaps we can completely reverse our relationship with the abyss.
Even the continuous expansion of power to achieve the ultimate order of the universe."
"Maybe. Who can tell what will happen in the future?"
Zuo Si gave an ambiguous answer and subconsciously touched his devil's hand with the iron glove.
Although he has evil and lawful tendencies, it does not mean that he will completely side with the devil in hell.
He is not very interested in the so-called "ultimate order" proposed by Asmodeus.
To be precise, there is only one thing he is interested in, and that is the energy that can continuously improve the level of the planeswalker's spark.
Fortunately, the Lord of Hell did not dwell on this somewhat vague topic, but quickly turned his attention to the huge figure that appeared on the battlefield again - Archimonde the Defiler...
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