So whoever dares to disobey my orders again, I will throw him directly back to the Hell Trial Chamber to be demoted!"
Accompanied by the frustrated roar of the Hell Demon General, the large group on the front line were as fierce as wolves and tigers as if they wanted to devour the demons of the Burning Legion alive, but in the next second they began to retreat in an orderly manner reluctantly.
Similar situations frequently occur on almost all fronts where the devil is in charge.
No matter they are devils who are seeking advancement and soul acquisition, or adventurers, businessmen, and mercenaries who are seeking bounties and improving their status in the huge cyberpunk city, their eyes are red with anger at the huge profits they have gained.
You should know that the souls of the Burning Legion demons are all of the highest quality colors that can emit red with black and black with purple under the effect of faction detection spells.
Most of them can survive at least dozens of hours in the energy-extracting torture chamber, otherwise it is impossible to squeeze out all the energy.
As for the souls of most mortals in the evil camp, they usually only stay in the torture chamber for half an hour, ten minutes, or three to five hours.
Therefore, the energy that can be squeezed out of a demon soul is comparable to that of at least a dozen mortal souls.
Moreover, when the body left behind after the soul's death is thrown into the hatching pit, a new species will be directly hatched that is slightly higher than the inferior demon level but slightly lower than the imp level.
Without exception, they all possess quite good magical talents and melee capabilities, making them the most ideal consumables and cannon fodder in large-scale wars.
In addition, the souls of high-level demons such as Doomguard, Eredar, Shivalar, Fel Lords, Dreadlords, and Pit Lords also brought more than a dozen new devil forms and promotion methods to Baator.
Anyone who joins the expedition and successfully captures the soul of a lowest-level imp can obtain one hundred gold coins or one-tenth of the ownership of an imp's soul.
The former is easy to understand, it is specially prepared for those mortal adventurers and mercenaries who work for money.
They often make money to buy more weapons, equipment, potions, and technological products in the cyberpunk city, or to enjoy the ultimate sensory stimulation and services that make people linger in various entertainment venues.
As for the soul rewards, they are obviously prepared for the devils.
As long as the souls of ten little devils are captured, the devil can not only obtain all the energy extracted from a complete soul, but also obtain the low-level devils hatched from the body after the soul's death.
The former can be promoted when accumulated to a certain level, while the latter means having a subordinate who completely obeys you.
Either one is an irresistible temptation for the devil in hell.
Even though it is a 190% split, with soldiers on the front line fighting on the edge of death only getting a mere 10%, this is already unprecedentedly generous in hell.
As the little devil at the bottom level with a complete personality and wisdom, he can often only get one-thirtieth to one-fiftieth of the share from various contracts.
And often there is not even an opportunity to go out and do the kind of work that tempts mortals to depravity.
Either you are thrown into the bloody front as cannon fodder to be devoured by endless demons, or you do hard labor all day without any reward or hope of success.
But now, they can get promoted quickly by fighting and killing those Burning Legion imps who are slightly weaker than themselves, capturing and imprisoning their souls.
What generosity and kindness!
All the low-level demons who were fortunate enough to take part in this expedition were grateful to Zuo Si from the bottom of their hearts, and even had infinite respect and admiration for him.
Because ever since the nine levels of Baator Hell reached a stable size, it has almost never expanded outward.
The only thing all the low-level devils who want to climb up can do is to roll inward madly.
They must do their best to please their superiors, complete every task excellently, and be careful to guard against plots by their colleagues, until they succeed and get the signed promotion documents that are legally binding.
This often takes more than ten years, dozens or even hundreds of years.
But what about now?
You just need to rush forward to kill the opponent, risking being killed and returning to hell to resurrect, and then use gems or crystal prisms to seal the enemy's soul that tries to escape.
Therefore, in the eyes of the devil, the Burning Legion demons in front of them are not just enemies at all, but groups of walking merits, and the only chance for them to upgrade their levels and gain more power, status, and strength.
Faced with such blatant temptation, it would be a miracle if they didn't try their best.
What's more, right now on the battlefield of Mount Hyjal, they are the side with overwhelming advantage, so if they don't make more money now, when will they make more money?
In order to restrain these subordinates who have become a little crazy in the face of huge profits, senior devils must often stop them from taking overly radical and adventurous actions.
In contrast, the demon legions and New Phyrexian forces that had been completely transformed by the Shining Oil did not have such troubles and showed near-perfect obedience.
Especially a few Demon Judges, who were frantically plundering the "parts" they wanted from the demons of the Burning Legion to strengthen themselves.
Whether it is the heart flowing with amazing evil energy, or the demons' wings, limbs and other organs containing energy, they are all the most popular things.
Even those corpses that have lost their souls and are incomplete will be deconstructed and reassembled by the burning oil, turning into various stitched monsters that even the Burning Legion itself would feel creepy when they see them.
Right now in the small Mount Hyjal, the two sides that are fighting fiercely have expanded from the initial number of only a few million to a huge army measured in hundreds of millions.
The Burning Legion built an enormous military fortress near the portal. Thousands of fel artillery and other defensive buildings were densely arranged around it, like a curled up hedgehog.
Zuo Si's side was not inferior at all. Not only did they have the long-range fire cover of electromagnetic cannons, magic heavy artillery and other bombardments day and night, but they also had a large number of air units constantly cruising above the enemy positions.
Led by Ob Nixilis, the giant hell dragons that block out the sun and sky often cooperate with ground troops to launch dives, pouring flames, ice, lightning and acid onto the enemy's heads, causing devastating damage to the local battlefield.
Although each dive would result in some loss of troops due to the defense network formed by the fel artillery, it was obviously worth it.
According to the report sent by the Succubus Queen Mecanthust, it is not difficult to see that the amazing benefits brought by this expedition so far far outweigh the expenditure.
Therefore, as long as the demon souls can be captured in large numbers before they escape back into the Twisting Nether, the war can continue in a positive economic cycle.
The blue demon judge Jingitashya, who is keen on collecting knowledge and technological research and development, is now in uncontrollable ecstasy. Every day, he analyzes, studies and improves a series of creations such as captured magic mechas, communication devices, Sorrowful Spires, Hellfire Chariots that spray hellfire, Soul Engines, etc., and then uses them to improve the overall strength of the entire New Phyrexia.
Relying on the terrifying infectious ability of the Burning Oil, thousands of Mo'arg craftsmen and Gan'erganu industries that originally served the Burning Legion were transformed and began to manufacture and improve various war machines for New Phyrexia.
"Jinjitaxia, all the war machines you gave me last time have been consumed during the attack. I need more supplies."
The green demon judge Flink dragged a body that was even bigger and heavier than before and covered with a hard magic alloy shell to the camp of the blue faction and impatiently made a request to the technical leader of the entire New Phyrexia.
Influenced by the green mana and with his wild nature, he has now completely developed and evolved in the direction of "Machinery Tyrannosaurus".
就高度和体型而言已经完全超越了燃烧军团打造的最大型号魔能机甲。
确切地说弗霖凯身上这套王八壳子就是用一个被摧毁的魔能机甲拆解改造而成。
所以每当他抬起脚并落下的时候，周围地面都会传来猛烈的震动。
体型太小的单位甚至会觉得像是地震了，连站都站不稳纷纷摔倒在地。
双肩和后背也在蓝色派系科研人员的努力下至少安装了六台邪能火炮，可以通过混合烁油引擎和邪能引擎的能量，发射出威力更胜原版的超高温火球。
此刻的弗霖凯就如同一台移动的战争要塞，而且移动速度并不比之前慢多少，任何在战场上遇到他的敌人都会感到发自内心的绝望。
因为任何攻击打在这个庞然大物身上都不可能造成太过明显的伤害。
“什么？又消耗光了？该死！我不是告诉过伱要省着点用吗？”
正在忙着对一个看上去十分残破不堪的机械装置进行拆解的金吉塔厦猛然间抬起头，语气中透露出强烈的不满。
作为一个典型的技术狂人，他最讨厌的就是在自己搞研究、做实验的时候被其他事情打搅。
更何况绿魔判在战争机器的消耗方面几乎是其他几个派系的两倍以上。
可弗霖凯却不以为意的回答道：“消耗快又不是我的错。我所面对的敌人数量最多、防御力量也最坚固，进攻自然要付出一定的代价。更何况我还给你带来了一件礼物。”
说着，他稍微向旁边挪动了两步，露出身后那个被金属镣铐死死捆住的俘虏。
“一个活着的深渊领主？！”
金吉塔厦两眼瞬间放光，那恐怖骇人的目光就仿佛锋利的刀子要把对方立刻扒皮抽筋一样。
弗霖凯咧开嘴笑着点了点头：“没错！我知道你对这种类型敌人的血，以及他们那永不熄灭的愤怒而非常感兴趣，所以就在进攻的过程中顺手抓了一个。怎么样？这下应该可以弥补我战争兵器消耗过快的小问题了吧？”
“呵呵，好吧，我得承认你这份礼物的确相当不错，正是我所需要的。现在，你可以去后勤部门领取双倍的战争机器作为补充。”
金吉塔厦瞬间上演了变脸绝活，从原本的嫌弃转化成毫不掩饰的狂喜。
要知道在这场战争刚刚开始的时候，他就注意到了深渊领主那不同寻常的生理特征，但苦于这些家伙一旦遭到重创就会瞬间从内部引发剧烈爆炸，所以始终没有抓到活的。
不过现在终于可以得偿所愿了。
被俘虏的深渊领主显然已经从周围试验台上那些被开肠破肚、活生生剥皮抽筋，然后再灌入烁油进行定向改造的恶魔，意识到了自己即将要面对的残酷命运，立马疯狂挣扎着周骂道：“你们这群该死的蛆虫！基尔加丹和萨格拉斯大人不会放过你们的！军团已经开始制定反攻计划，用不了多久你们就会为挑战军团而感到悔恨！”
“反攻计划？ 哈哈哈哈！
可怜虫，你难道还没有发现吗？
在我们新非瑞克西亚的面前，你们那自以为是的数量压根没有任何作用。
因为你们送来的军队越多，我们将其消灭后获得的兵力补充也就越多。
只要你们没有对抗烁油侵染的方法，我们就必将赢得最终的胜利。
更何况你以为这场战争就仅仅会局限于这颗星球？
不！ 伟大的新非瑞克西亚之父已经带着他的新副官在利用你们很久以前建立的黑暗之门去开辟新的战场了。”
金吉塔厦一边狂笑一边发出了嘲讽。
“黑暗之门？开辟新战场？”
深渊领主脸色勃然大变，瞬间想起了自己已经有很长时间没有看到之前在战场上冲着自己人疯狂杀戮的阿克蒙德了。
要知道污染者在叛变之前可是仅次于黑暗泰坦之下的最高级指挥官，知晓燃烧军团几乎所有的秘密和计划。
最可怕的是他还可以凭借自己所掌握的知识和力量，轻而易举把黑暗之门连接到军团传送门体系中，然后实现对任何一个燃烧军团占领并控制的星球发起突袭。
即便以恶魔难以想象的庞大数量，也没有办法确保在所有的地方都驻扎重兵。
这也就意味着己方极有可能在接下来的战争中会陷入到被动的疲于奔命。
要么选择放弃那些被占领的星球收缩兵力组织防御，把大量的资源拱手让给敌人； 要么不惜一切代价的进行支援，哪里遭到入侵就向那个星球源源不断的派出援军。
无论选哪一个都意味着陷入被动。
事实上就在说话的功夫，左思已经和阿克蒙德抵达了东部大陆位于诅咒之地的黑暗之门面前。
这里原本是一片勃勃生机的黑色沼泽，可是却因为兽人的入侵变成了一片荒芜的红色焦土。
除了极少数遗留下来的恶魔和投靠燃烧军团的凡人，就只剩下那些在邪能与暗影能量扭曲下异常狂躁的野猪、秃鹫、蝎子等生物。
而这仅仅只是兽人在艾泽拉斯犯下无数不可饶恕罪行中最轻的一个。
甚至就连古神所统治的黑暗帝国时期，都没有对星球的生态造成如此严重且不可逆转的破坏。
看着耸立在面前已经关闭的巨大黑色传送门，左思笑着调侃道：“真是世事难料，不是吗？谁能想到当初燃烧军团为了入侵这个世界而搭建的传送门，竟然会变成我们反过来入侵他们的关键工具。”
“是啊，这的确有些讽刺。”
早已等候在这里的麦迪文也忍不住发出了感慨。
身为最后的守护者，他一直在密切关注着左思的一举一动，并且在后者抽取永恒之井的能量、完化阿克蒙德后立马找机会与其进行了深入的交谈。
在反复确认后者不会像燃烧军团那样妄图彻底征服和占领艾泽拉斯后，两人这才达成合作意向。
当然，更多的是麦迪文对左思不放心，想要参与进来获取第一手信息。
毕竟不管是魔鬼军团还是新非瑞克西亚，在他眼里都太过于强大了，强大到根本不是艾泽拉斯本土势力所能应付的。
即便是守护巨龙和那居住在极北之地诺森德的泰坦守护者来了也白给。
所以对于左思想要在整个宇宙范围内与燃烧军团全面开战的计划，麦迪文自然是百分之一千的支持。
在他心目中，这两个势力最好是打个两败俱伤同归于尽，那样艾泽拉斯就算是彻底安全了。
不过这位提瑞斯法议会最后守护者并不知道自己的想法早就被看穿了。
只不过左思并不在乎而已，自顾自的掏出古尔丹之颅直接将已经关闭的黑暗之门重启。
瞬间！
一道绿色的帷幕凭空复现，透露出另外一边连接着的德拉诺世界。
此时此刻的外域还远没有几年之后那种勃勃生机万物竞发的景象。
伊利丹既没有登顶外域之王，末日守卫卡扎克也没有率领燃烧军团降临，更没有联盟和部落调集军队穿过黑暗之门发起燃烧远征。
它看上去非常的平静，只有那条铺满德莱尼人尸骨被兽人们称之为“荣耀之路”大道耸立在眼前。
除此之外再就是大量漂浮在半空中的破碎大地，以及因为当年耐奥祖施法导致产生的时空裂隙。
眼下的外域之王玛瑟里顿正在利用这些裂隙搭建传送门，把燃烧军团的恶魔从其他地方召唤过来，打算组建一支大军发动战争来彻底征服和统治兽人的故乡。
毫无疑问，这里就是左思计划中扩大战争的第一站。
至于理由也非常简单！ 就如同伊利丹当初选择把这里作为前进基地一样，他也看中了德拉诺即便是在整个宇宙中都算得上独一无二的环境。
由于耐奥祖的作死行为，这颗星球已经被庞大的扭曲虚空能量所撕碎，只剩下一块漂浮的大陆仍旧在某种不可思议的魔法力量作用下维系着没有彻底被吞没。
这也就是说，这个世界与扭曲虚空几乎是连接在一起的，没有任何的边界跟阻碍，简直就是最适合前往其他星球的连接点。
拥有军团传送门网络钥匙的阿克蒙德，只需要击败玛瑟里顿把现有的传送门全部掌握在自己手里，就可以通过他们对整个宇宙任何一个燃烧军团控制的星球发起突袭。
而且这一次绝不是伊利丹那种小打小闹，而是真正横跨整个宇宙的全面战争。
According to the plan he helped formulate, the Devil's Legion and New Phyrexia forces would launch invasions on at least half a million to one million planets simultaneously, and quickly adjust their strategies based on the enemy's response.
In fact, the number of troops currently appearing in Mount Hyjal is less than one million or even one ten millionth of the total number, and the rest are still on standby near the portal.
After passing through the Dark Portal and stepping onto the Road of Glory strewn with corpses, Medivh immediately felt intense pain and self-blame in his heart. He could even vaguely hear the pain and wailing of his soul.
It can even be said that it was because he was parasitized and controlled by the dark titan Sargeras that this brutal massacre occurred.
Most of the civilians who followed Velen to escape from their home planet died on this road of glory, being repeatedly trampled by the bloodthirsty and brutal orcs, and even had no dignity after death.
"Well, can you now deeply feel the heinous crimes of the orcs and their endless desire for blood, killing, and violence?"
Zuo Si stared at the last guardian with a smile.
"Do you know a lot about orcs?" Medivh asked back instead of answering the question directly.
Zuo Si answered very straightforwardly: "Yes, I know more about orcs than you think, including their origin and evolution, as well as the civilization after they formed nomadic tribes.
In fact, like the current intelligent life in Azeroth, the birth of orcs also originated from the creation of the Titans, or to be more precise, Aggramar among the Titans.
He came to this world and used the power of elements to create the first giant elemental life - Gorond.
The mission of this huge giant is to contain the ever-growing spores and prevent the entire world from being swallowed up by endless wasteland.
This is due to the Titans' own orderly nature, and also their arrogance as creators who think they are superior to all living beings in the physical universe.
Later, in order to fight against this horrible Titan creation, the spores also evolved and condensed into three huge spore giants.
In Draenor, this ancient origin story is known as the Giant Wars.
Two of the spore giants were killed by the Titan creations, one of which turned into the densely water-covered Zangarswamp, while the other turned into a dense jungle.
As for the last one, it gained a huge power bonus by absorbing the life essence left over from the death of the first two spore giants. It successfully crushed the seriously injured Gorond and won the victory in this giant war.
After Gorond fell, the fragments of his body gradually evolved into the rolling mountains in the Nagrand region today.
The place where it died is regarded as the most sacred place by the elements of Draenor, which is the elemental throne where the four elemental leaders live.
But what is surprising is that the death of Gorond did not allow the last surviving spore giant to be proud for long.
The rocks that collapsed from his body were also contaminated by the life essence of the spores, giving birth to relatively small elemental giants.
With the blessing of the Titan Grond, these giants continued a thousand-year-long war with the native spores of Draenor, killing the last spore giant by self-destruction, bringing an end to the war for dominance of the planet.
During this period, the giants were further eroded by the spores, first degenerating into relatively weak and stupid magnaron, and later completely degenerating into half-elemental, half-flesh gronn.
This is somewhat similar to the flesh and blood curse that the Old Gods of Azeroth gave to the Titan creations, which eventually created humans, dwarves, and gnomes.
There are still a few Gronn in Draenor today, and they are regarded as gods by the ogres.
As time passed, many Gronn continued to combine with spores and degenerate into Ogrons, which in turn degenerated into Ogres, and finally continued to degenerate to give birth to orcs.
This also explains why the relationship between Gronn, Ogron, Ogre and Orcs is always that the former enslaves the latter, and then the latter rises up in resistance to overthrow the former's enslavement, and then continues to enslave creatures weaker than themselves.
It is like an endless cycle that will never stop as long as the degradation continues.
Because of this, the orcs not only have no resistance or psychological burden towards slavery, but instead take it for granted.
Starting from the Goron, this thought and cultural tradition has been deeply engraved in their bones and passed down from generation to generation.
As for the never-ending thirst for blood, killing, and violence, it is the result of the long and brutal war between spores and elements.
Whether it is the descendants of Gorond who represent the elemental power, or their enemies, the spore life, they have to continue to evolve in order to survive and win.
In the end, after rounds of elimination, only those genes that are best at fighting are retained.
Combining the history of biological evolution and cultural heritage, I will give an evaluation of the orc race."
As these words came out of his mouth, Medivh fell silent for a moment.
He was not one of those ignorant farmers who had not even received basic education. Instead, he owned a huge library that even Dalaran envied. Naturally, he knew that Zuo Si was not talking nonsense and that his argument had a complete and clear logical chain.
After about half a minute, Medivh asked again, "So how do you plan to deal with the orcs who remain in Draenor? Do you plan to massacre and exterminate the orcs like they did when they passed through the Dark Portal?"
"No, of course not. I would never do anything so barbaric. To be honest, I have other plans for them."
After saying that, Zuo Si ignored the Glory Fort built by the Alliance standing on the Hellfire Peninsula, and directly activated the teleportation magic and instantly arrived at the scorched Shadowmoon Valley.
At this moment, this place has been completely occupied by the legion led by Magtheridon, and everywhere you look there are portals built on the space rifts.
Demons from all over the universe are continuously gathering at the Dark Temple, and the number of hellfires alone has reached a quite astonishing number.
Not to mention the many evil orc armies affected by the blood of the Lord of the Abyss.
After Ner'zhul's plan failed, almost all the orc warriors who had drunk the demon's blood were recruited by Magtheridon.
If we give this guy a little more time, he will definitely start a war to unify the entire Outland.
This is also how the Burning Legion deals with planets that are of little use.
Simply put, it means sending a high-level demon commander and a small number of elite troops to invade, and then they will be responsible for building the legion portal, drawing troops from other planets without war, and completing the complete occupation of this planet.
Once this step is completed, they will convert the energy contained in the entire planet into evil energy, serving as a rear base to provide resources and manpower.
As for the native creatures, without exception they will be distorted into special forms of demons like Satyr.
With the power of the Planeswalker Spark, Zuo Si easily sensed the ubiquitous spatial rifts in Shadowmoon Valley. He pursed his lips and gave orders to Archimonde.
"Do what you have to do. Within two hours, I want to see all the portals under our control."
"As you wish, great master."
Archimonde placed one hand on his chest and bowed gracefully, then he started running towards the direction of the Dark Temple.
Any enemies who wanted to stop him along the way were either trampled into a pulp or torn apart by the powerful magical force.
The energy cannon in the palm of the hand can destroy a well-defended camp or fortress with just one strike.
Not only that!
During the attack, Archimonde also summoned the armies of demons that he had transformed himself.
In the blink of an eye, the Polluter, who was originally just one person, had created a large army out of thin air.
Moreover, during the attack, more and more demons were transformed, causing the size of this army to continue to expand.
"What's going on? What happened?"
The deafening shouts and cries of killing instantly made Magtheridon, who was still enjoying the service of Mistress Shahras, crawl up from the ground. His eyes, filled with green evil energy, burst out with a tyrannical aura.
"My Lord! We are under fierce attack! Thirteen outer fortresses have been destroyed, and the portals have fallen into the control of the enemy one after another."
A female demon hurriedly knelt down and reported in a nervous tone.
"Attack? Who dares to attack the Dark Temple that belongs to me? Gather the troops immediately! I want to twist off the head of this arrogant man with my own hands!"
Magtheridon was so furious that he let out a deafening roar.
Maybe it was because the noise was too loud, so large pieces of dust fell off the entire roof.
The female demon immediately showed an embarrassment when she saw this, and cautiously reminded: "According to the news sent back from the front, it seems that the one who is attacking the Dark Temple is Lord Archimonde..."
"What? I didn't hear you clearly! Repeat it again!"
Magtheridon, who was so aggressive in the last second, showed a look of terrified in the next second.
You must know that except for a few exceptions, almost all the Abyss Lords are under the command of Archimonde, so they have a natural fear of the Polluter.
"The one attacking the Dark Temple seems to be Lord Archimonde. The only puzzling thing is that his appearance and form have changed drastically."
The female demon did not dare to disobey the order of the king of the outer realm in front of her, and told him everything she knew.
"Damn it! I have to go see for myself."
Magtheridon quickly moved his huge and fat body and disappeared at the end of the claustrophobic corridor of the Dark Temple.
Watching his back gradually going away until it disappeared, the naked Mistress Shahras turned over and lay on her side in a very lazy and seductive posture, holding her chin with one hand and asked: "Are you sure it was really Lord Archimonde who launched the attack on the Dark Temple?"
"Yes, Madam. His appearance and form may have changed drastically, but that kind of destructive magical power is not something that anyone can fake."
The female demon answered in the affirmative with a serious look on her face.
Although Magtheridon is the king of Outland, in fact, the demons pouring out of the portal come from all corners of the universe and were previously subordinate to other demon commanders, so it is very troublesome to manage them.
Therefore, it is inevitable that there will be numerous factions within the organization.
Mistress Shahras took the opportunity to quickly gain a foothold with her insidious, cunning, vicious and cruel style, and seduced Magtheridon to give her the power to control all female demons.
Many times, what kind of news and intelligence Magtheridon will obtain does not depend on himself, but on her.
"What's the reason? Why did Lord Archimonde suddenly come to Outland, a barren and worthless planet? Isn't he leading his legion to carry out the plan of invading Azeroth?"
Mistress Shahras looked very confused and puzzled.
Obviously, unlike those important strongholds, the Burning Legion completely left Draenor alone and did not even set up the most basic communication equipment.
This meant that they could not obtain first-hand information, and did not know that Archimonde had already rebelled.
For this, Kil'jaeden was so angry that he almost came down in person to deal with this damn traitor.
The dark titan Sargeras was so furious that he almost tore apart the Burning Throne on the planet Argus.
It's a pity that when Zuo Si helped Archimonde open the portal, he insidiously controlled its size.
So a dark titan like Sargeras would definitely not be able to get through.
If Kil'jaeden dared to come, he would not mind recruiting the two heroes of the Burning Legion as his guides.
Just as Zuo Si began to attack the Black Temple and prepared to use the large number of portals here to launch a full-scale attack on the planet occupied by the Legion, far away in the Felwood Forest in Azeroth, the always arrogant Illidan was kneeling on one knee to salute a projection of an eredar demon covered with red skin all over his body.
This red-skinned demon was none other than Kil'jaeden the Deceiver.
This powerful demon who usually hides behind the scenes did not use a threatening tone, but came straight to the point and said: "Illidan Stormrage, the Legion needs your service now. For this, I can forgive your betrayal in the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago."
"I am at your service, great deceiver."
Illidan lowered his head deeply, without any arrogance due to his sudden increase in strength.
Nor did he look down on or neglect the other party just because he was just a projection.
Kil'jaeden nodded in satisfaction and continued, "I believe you already know what happened in Mount Hyjal, right?"
Illidan quickly responded, "Yes, I have observed that.
Although the portal had been successfully opened, the situation was overwhelmingly unfavorable for the Burning Legion.
Because the enemies encountered this time are no longer local forces in Azeroth, but equally powerful and terrifying outsiders.
They are not only numerous but also powerful.
Especially the leader with human appearance, who almost drained all the energy in the Well of Eternity in a very short time.
Even you can’t do that.
The most important thing is that he didn't know what means he used to incite Archimonde to rebel.
This is undoubtedly a fatal blow.”
"very good.
Now that you know the situation, I will give you a difficult task.
Immediately set out for the Tomb of Sargeras in the Broken Isles to resurrect the body of the Dark Titan left in this world.
Only in this way can we change the current unfavorable situation.
As a reward, you will gain greater power than you have now, and even become a true demon lord."
Kil'jaeden gave the specific content of the mission directly.
Obviously, Zuo Si's absorption of the energy of the Well of Eternity and Archimonde's inexplicable rebellion made him realize that this matter was far beyond his ability to handle, and he had to ask the dark titan Sargeras or his subordinate Argus the Destroyer to take action.
The Titan's body left behind on the planet Azeroth is undoubtedly the key that can be used to reverse the unfavorable situation.
As for the Lich King...
Sorry, Kil'jaeden has long since stopped considering such low-level trash cannon fodder.
Even if the Scourge rebelled collectively now, it would be of no use in a war of this scale.
"The body of the dark titan Sargeras?"
Illidan's face was filled with shock and disbelief when he heard the news.
Since he had spent all ten thousand years in the dark dungeon, he had no idea what was happening in the outside world. He could not imagine how the world had escaped the disaster when even Sargeras himself had come.
Who defeated the Dark Titan and buried and sealed his body?
However, Kil'jaeden obviously didn't want to explain too much, so he interrupted and said, "You just need to do what I tell you to do. As for the rest, it's not something you need to consider."
After saying this, he disappeared on the huge altar, leaving Illidan and the Warsong Clan who had vowed to follow him standing there in a daze.
(End of this chapter)