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".
In terms of height and size, it has completely surpassed the largest model of magic mecha built by the Burning Legion.
To be precise, the turtle shell on Flinkai's body was dismantled and modified from a destroyed magic mecha.
So every time he lifted his foot and put it down, the ground around him would shake violently.
Units that are too small may even feel like there is an earthquake, and they cannot even stand steadily and fall to the ground.
Thanks to the efforts of blue faction researchers, at least six fel cannons have been installed on the shoulders and back, which can fire ultra-high temperature fireballs that are more powerful than the original ones by mixing the energy of the scorching oil engine and the fel engine.
At this moment, Flinkai was like a mobile war fortress, and his moving speed was not much slower than before. Any enemy who encountered him on the battlefield would feel despair from the bottom of his heart.
Because any attack on this behemoth is unlikely to cause too much obvious damage.
"What? It's all used up again? Damn it! Didn't I tell you to use it sparingly?"
Jinjitaxia, who was busy dismantling a mechanical device that looked very broken, suddenly raised his head, revealing strong dissatisfaction in his tone.
As a typical technology fanatic, what he hates most is being interrupted by other things when he is doing research or experiments.
What's more, the Green Goblin consumes almost twice as much war machines as the other factions.
But Flink replied nonchalantly, "It's not my fault that the energy is consumed quickly. I'm facing the most numerous enemies with the strongest defenses, so attacking naturally comes at a price. What's more, I brought you a gift."
As he spoke, he took two steps to the side, revealing the prisoner behind him who was tightly bound with metal shackles.
"A living Abyss Lord?!"
Jinji Tasha's eyes lit up instantly, and that terrifying look was like a sharp knife that was about to skin and pull out the other person's tendons.
Flink grinned and nodded. "Right! I know you are very interested in the blood of this type of enemy and their never-ending anger, so I grabbed one during the attack. How about it? This should make up for the small problem of my war weapons being consumed too quickly, right?"
"Haha, well, I have to admit that your gift is indeed quite good, exactly what I need. Now, you can go to the logistics department to get double the war machines as a supplement."
Jinji Tasha instantly displayed her unique skill of changing her expression, transforming from her original disgust into undisguised ecstasy.
You know, he noticed the unusual physiological characteristics of the Abyss Lords when the war just started, but he was unable to catch them alive because these guys would instantly explode violently from the inside once they were severely injured.
But now I can finally get what I want.
The captured Abyss Lord had obviously realized the cruel fate he was about to face from the demons on the surrounding test benches who had their intestines ripped open, their skin peeled off alive, and their tendons pulled out, and then were injected with shimmering oil for targeted transformation. He immediately struggled madly and cursed, "You bunch of damn maggots! Kil'jaeden and Lord Sargeras will not let you go! The Legion has begun to formulate a counterattack plan. It won't be long before you regret challenging the Legion!"
"Counterattack plan? Hahahaha!
Poor creature, haven't you discovered it yet?
In the face of New Phyrexia, your self-righteous numbers have no effect at all.
Because the more troops you send, the more reinforcements we will get after we destroy them.
As long as you have no way to fight against the infection of the oil, we will surely win in the end.
What's more, do you think this war will be limited to this planet?
No! The great father of New Phyrexia has brought his new lieutenants to use the Dark Portal you built long ago to open up a new battlefield."
Jinji Tasha laughed wildly and sneered.
"The Dark Portal? Opening up a new battlefield?"
The face of the Abyss Lord changed drastically, and he instantly remembered that he had not seen Archimonde, who was madly killing his own people on the battlefield, for a long time.
You must know that before the rebellion, the Defiler was the highest-ranking commander after the Dark Titan, and knew almost all the secrets and plans of the Burning Legion.
The most terrifying thing is that he can use the knowledge and power he possesses to easily connect the Dark Portal to the Legion's portal system, and then launch a raid on any planet occupied and controlled by the Burning Legion.
Even with the unimaginably large number of demons, there is no way to ensure that heavy troops are stationed in all places.
This means that our side is very likely to fall into a passive and exhausted situation in the next war.
Either you choose to abandon the occupied planets, withdraw troops and organize defense, and hand over a large amount of resources to the enemy; or you provide support at all costs and send reinforcements to the invaded planet continuously.
Choosing either one means being passive.
In fact, even as they were talking, Zuo Si and Archimonde had already arrived at the Dark Portal in the Cursed Land on the Eastern Continent.
This was originally a vibrant black swamp, but due to the invasion of orcs, it turned into a barren red scorched earth.
Except for a very small number of remaining demons and mortals who defected to the Burning Legion, the only creatures left were wild boars, vultures, scorpions and other creatures that were extremely manic under the distortion of fel and shadow energy.
And this is just the lightest of the countless unforgivable crimes committed by the orcs in Azeroth.
Even during the Dark Empire ruled by the ancient gods, there was no such serious and irreversible damage to the planet's ecology.
Looking at the huge black portal that was already closed in front of him, Zuo Si smiled and said jokingly, "It's really hard to predict, isn't it? Who would have thought that the portal built by the Burning Legion to invade this world would become the key tool for us to invade them in return."
"Yeah, that's a little ironic."
Medivh, who had been waiting here for a long time, couldn't help but sigh.
As the last guardian, he had been closely watching Zuo Si's every move, and immediately found an opportunity to have an in-depth conversation with him after the latter extracted the energy of the Well of Eternity and completed Archimonde.
After repeatedly confirming that the latter would not attempt to completely conquer and occupy Azeroth like the Burning Legion, the two reached a cooperation intention.
Of course, more importantly, Medivh was worried about Zuo Si and wanted to get involved to get first-hand information.
After all, in his eyes, both the Devil's Legion and New Phyrexia were too powerful, so powerful that the local forces of Azeroth could not cope with them at all.
Even if the guardian dragons and the Titan guardians living in Northrend in the far north came, it would be useless.
Therefore, Medivh naturally supported Zuo Sixiang's plan to launch an all-out war against the Burning Legion throughout the universe one thousand percent.
In his mind, it would be best if these two forces fought to the point of mutual destruction, so that Azeroth would be completely safe.
However, the last guardian of the Council of Tirisfal did not know that his thoughts had already been seen through.
But Zuo Si didn't care. He took out the Skull of Gul'dan and reopened the closed Dark Portal.
moment!
A green curtain reappeared out of nowhere, revealing the Draenor world on the other side.
At this moment, the outside world is still far from the vibrant and flourishing scene it will be a few years later.
Illidan did not ascend to the throne of Outland, the Doomguard Kazzak did not lead the Burning Legion to arrive, and the Alliance and the Horde did not mobilize their armies to pass through the Dark Portal to launch the Burning Crusade.
It looked very peaceful, with only the road paved with Draenei corpses, called the "Road of Glory" by the orcs, standing before its eyes.
In addition, there are large amounts of broken earth floating in the air, as well as space-time rifts caused by the spell cast by Ner'zhul.
Currently, Magtheridon, the King of Outland, is using these rifts to build portals to summon demons of the Burning Legion from other places, intending to raise a large army to launch a war to completely conquer and rule the orcs' homeland.
There is no doubt that this is the first stop in Zuo Si's plan to expand the war.
The reason is very simple! Just like Illidan chose this place as a forward base, he also saw that Draenor is a unique environment in the entire universe.
Due to Ner'zhul's suicidal behavior, the planet has been torn apart by the huge energy of the twisting void, leaving only a floating continent that is still maintained by some incredible magical force and has not been completely swallowed up.
This means that this world is almost connected to the twisting void, without any boundaries or obstacles. It is simply the most suitable connection point for traveling to other planets.
Archimonde, who possesses the key to the Legion's portal network, only needs to defeat Magtheridon and take control of all the existing portals. He can then use them to launch a raid on any planet controlled by the Burning Legion in the entire universe.
And this time it is definitely not a small fight like Illidan's, but a full-scale war spanning the entire universe.
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 receiver."
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)
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