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 tiny mortals, 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.
它们就像是长在地里的麦子一样,源源不断被炮弹和子弹收割,成片成片倒在冲锋的道路上。
即便是最“肉”的缝合憎恶也没可能靠近由树人密集排列而形成的围墙。
更何况联盟的士兵们早就做好了完全的准备,在靠近围墙一百米的地方埋藏了密密麻麻的地雷和炸药桶。
往往一炮下去连带着周围一大片区域都会瞬间产生连锁反应。
一名天灾军团的巫妖就是没有察觉到这一点,结果他所率领的上百名精锐死亡骑士直接被一波带走,连完整点的尸体都没能留下来。
那个由阿克蒙德亲自召唤的超巨型地狱火也在密集的火炮齐射下支离破碎,最终倒在地上变成了一块散发着绿色邪能火焰的碎石。
即便偶尔有强大的恶魔冲破火力网的封锁来到围墙之下,等待他们的也还有紧密排列在一起的树人作为最后的防线。
这些活了上千年的庞然大物只要挥舞一下粗壮的手臂,一下子就能把十几个乃至几十个敌人直接拍成肉酱或是打飞出去。
吉安娜也率领着达拉然和高等精灵法师大范围铺设暴风雪来减缓敌军的速度,让他们在冲锋道路上承受更长时间的轰炸与扫射。
至于从天空过来的石像鬼等空中单位则由矮人狮鹫骑兵和飞机编队来应付。
地穴恶魔最擅长的挖地道突袭战术,在德鲁伊的自然魔法面前也失去了意义。
因为海加尔山的古树实在是太多了,多到往下延伸上百米都是密密麻麻的植物根茎。
一旦他们在挖掘的过程中触碰到这些根茎,那么树木就会立刻向德鲁伊发出警报,进而暴露亡灵的位置。
最终,第二道防线在天空、地面和地下三个维度成功阻挡了无穷无尽的恶魔与亡灵。
如果光看战损比的话,联盟一方无疑是取得了压倒性的优势。
正常情况下,一支部队在承受如此惨烈的伤亡早就开始崩溃逃亡了。
毕竟早在第一次世界大战的时候,地球上的人类就证明了在机枪和大炮面前,密集的人海冲锋意味着什么。
可以遗憾的是这显然并不是正常情况。
天灾军团的亡灵自不必多说,压根就没有恐惧的情绪,甚至大多数低级炮灰都不明白死亡究竟是什么,仅仅是在高级不死生物的命令下向前狂奔,然后一波又一波的被杀死。
恶魔们则因为恐惧阿克蒙德的惩罚,也是完全不在乎伤亡。
反正他们死了之后大不了返回扭曲虚空等待复活。
所以巨大的伤亡并没有让敌人停下脚步,而是在用身体和数量疯狂消耗着联盟的弹药储备。
双方都非常清楚,像这种密集的火力网是不可能持续太久的。
等到联盟的弹药耗尽就是恶魔和亡灵冲进去大杀特杀之时。
另外一边,在海加尔山的山巅之上,泰兰德正在审问刚刚被巡逻队捕获的部落使者伊崔格。
这位兽人老兵看上去狼狈极了,不仅浑身上下到处都是鲜血和遭到殴打的淤青,而且后背上海插着两支箭矢,明显差点就被当成敌人给干掉了。
毕竟对于暗夜精灵来说,兽人可是杀死了半神塞纳留斯的罪人,更是燃烧军团的帮凶和爪牙,属于不折不扣的敌人。
如果不是这家伙及时表明了身份,现在估计尸体都已经凉了。
“你最好给我一个不杀你的理由!”
泰兰德注视着眼前这个家伙毫不废话的表明了自己对于兽人的厌恶。
伊崔格强忍着疼痛回应道:“我是代表部落来跟你们谈判和结盟的。”
“谈判?结盟?就凭你们在灰谷的所作所为居然还妄图想要与我们结盟?”
泰兰德瞬间被气笑了,眼神更是变得冰冷而又充满杀意。
“在灰谷犯下不可饶恕罪行的是格罗姆·地狱咆哮。
大酋长萨尔已经将他们逐出了部落,甚至还与其进行过决斗。
我想这已经表明了我们的立场。
事实上我们横渡无尽之海来到卡利姆多就是想要帮忙对抗燃烧军团的恶魔而贡献一份力量。
可遗憾的是战歌氏族的行为让我们陷入了前所未有的被动。
不过现在,你们显然需要帮助不是吗?
部落愿意提供一支军队在关键时刻从侧翼杀入战场。
我们没有什么太过分的要求,只希望在战争结束后不会遭到清算,可以在艾萨拉那块无主之地上生活。”
伊崔格显然非常清楚自己手头的筹码极其有限,所以非常直接的开出了条件。
在亲眼见识了联盟究极进化后的热武器威力,这位经历了第二次大战的兽人明显已经意识到局势对己方有多么的糟糕。
都不用多,只需要现在对付恶魔火力的三分之一乃至四分之一,就能轻而易举把兽人和暗矛巨魔的军队轻而易举屠杀殆尽。
就凭兽人在开启黑暗之门对人类犯下的暴行,还有攻击收容所与村庄、城镇时制造的伤亡,伊崔格毫不怀疑联盟会在战争结束之后调转矛头对兽人展开不死不休的报复,将他们彻底从这个世界抹除掉。
所以为了生存,他必须加入联军成为其中的一员。
可泰兰德却冷冰冰的讽刺道:“难道在犯下不可饶恕罪行的时候,格罗姆·地狱咆哮与战歌氏族不是兽人中的一员吗?
等出了事你们才想要撇清关系推卸责任是不是太晚了一点? 最重要的是,我可没有资格代替人类盟友原谅你们。
以你们在东部大陆的所作所为,还有替燃烧军团给这个世界带来的杀戮与破坏,就算是一万次也不足以赎罪。
所以我对你们那位大酋长提出的条件不感兴趣,更不希望肮脏的兽人来玷污这场神圣的战争。
现在滚吧!
滚得远远地! 不要再让我看到你这张丑陋的脸!
否则哨兵会直接射杀你!”
“等等!请给我们一个机会!我们并不是燃烧军团的爪牙!起码现在已经不是了!”
伊崔格挣扎着想要替部落争取最后的机会。
可以遗憾的是负责押送他的暗夜精灵女战士完全没有给他说话的机会,抬起脚砰的一声便将其踹到在地,整个下巴瞬间碎裂,然后被像条死狗一样拖拽着从后方的山坡上扔了下去,翻滚着向山脚下跌落。
同样也在跌落的还有这位兽人老兵的心。
要知道即便是在二次大战结束后旧部落全面崩溃解体的时候,他也从未像现在这样绝望过。
毕竟那时候人类并没有对投降的兽人展开屠杀,而是将他们全部关进收容所并提供一日三餐。
可这一次,他们将不再会有这样的待遇了。
……
就在海加尔山战役打得如火如荼的时候,巴托地狱的第九层已经开始了战争的动员。
数以百万、千万计的魔鬼军团已然蓄势待发,迫切渴望着前往另外一个宇宙发动史无前例的远征。
如此大规模的战争动员自然是不可能瞒得过其他层面的领主。
几乎所有的领主都非常紧张,同时纷纷猜测左思搞出如此大的动静究竟是想要干什么。
为了防范可能出现的最糟糕情况,许多层面也开始了紧急动员。
一时之间整个巴托地狱就仿佛一个巨大的火药桶。
只需要一点点的火星,瞬间就能上演当年由扎瑞尔引发的内战。
搞不好规模和复杂程度还要比那更加恐怖。
毕竟现如今的地狱已经不再是只有区区九个层面,还有大片吞并深渊的部分,以及在那里分封的魔鬼贵族。
这些大魔鬼有的直接听命于地狱之主阿斯摩蒂尔斯,还有的则听命于其他九个层面的其他领主。
一旦打起来估计好不容易建立起来的血战前线分分钟就会崩溃瓦解,然后被恶魔们一口气反推回来。
一般来说像这种时候,阿斯摩蒂尔斯早就应该站出来制止局势进一步恶化。
可令人感到玩味的是,这一次他没有采取任何行动,而是全程保持了沉默,仿佛在故意放任第九层面的肆意妄为。
第六层面的领主格莱西雅和第四层面的领主菲尔娜,此刻也嗅到了不同寻常的气息,纷纷摆出一副要履行自己作为第九层面盟友的义务。
而其他层面的领主或是为了自保、或是为了趁机火中取栗,也都无一例外的结成联盟。
那种紧张的氛围和浓郁的火药味,哪怕是对地狱政治一无所知的外人都能感受到。
不过没人知道,身为始作俑者的左思本人,此刻就在巨大赛博朋克城市中央的摩天大楼内与阿斯摩蒂尔斯谈笑风生。
“我年轻的朋友,不得不说你这一次可是真的给我了一个巨大的惊喜。直接入侵并征服另外一个宇宙?这可真是有够疯狂的!”
地狱之主由衷的发出了赞叹。
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...