Because the noise caused by hundreds of thousands, millions, or even millions of personnel, equipment, and logistical supplies concentrated in a certain direction can be seen and heard by anyone who is not deaf or blind.
Except for those who are extremely stubborn, self-willed, and accustomed to arbitrary decisions like my father, I am afraid that most leaders with normal IQ and rationality will subconsciously prepare for invasion when they see neighboring countries gathering large numbers of troops and deploying various war materials on their borders.
After all, mobilizing so many personnel and materials will inevitably incur huge costs.
If it weren't for the purpose of gaining higher profits through war, who would have the time to mess around for no reason?
Don't you think the financial pressure is not great enough?
In the same way, as the ninth layer of Baator Hell officially entered a state of war mobilization, hundreds of millions of demons were assembled into complete legions one after another, and everyone smelled the breath of war.
Especially in this huge cyberpunk city where there are already many forces from various outer planes and material planes, countless spies have already begun to inquire about who they are going to go to war with.
Especially those demon lords whose brains have been beaten into dog brains, every one of them is very worried that Asmodeus and Zuo Si will suddenly join forces to launch a large-scale invasion of the Abyss at this time, and once again occupy and transform several or even dozens of levels.
If that happens, the fragile balance currently maintained by the two sides will be completely broken.
Even the spider goddess Rose has stepped up her activities. Many dark elves who were originally low-key have become unusually active, trying to figure out which battlefield the huge legions that have been assembled are heading to.
After all, her kingdom is on the 66th level of the abyss, and she will be the first to be hit once the demons begin to invade.
In addition, the Orc God System and the Earth Spirit System, which had completely broken off relations with Zuo Si before, also became nervous involuntarily.
Gruumsh even suspended the long-term war with his arch-enemy, the elves, and transferred heavy troops back to his own country.
The Prince of Lies, Cyric, urgently formed an alliance with the Demon Prince Demogorgon.
The entire universe, whether it was the gods or other kinds of divine powers, held their breath because of Zuo Si's sudden and drastic action.
Not to mention them, even the lords of other levels who were in the Hell camp were on edge.
Although most demons do not think that the prince, who has never been very interested in expanding his influence and power, would attack his own people.
But even if there was only a one percent chance, it was enough to make Viscount Maman, who was once an enemy of Zuo Si, feel very nervous.
At this moment, in the stock exchange in the huge cyberpunk city, countless gamblers and speculators are performing a tragicomedy of ice and fire.
The reason is simple! Such a large-scale military operation will definitely have a huge impact on the financial market.
What's more, the so-called "securities trading" here is not for the convenience of resource allocation, it is simply a complete casino.
The financial system on Earth has greatly helped the development of real industry and technological innovation during the more than 300 years of the rise of capital.
After all, the beginnings of the financial industry can be traced back to the beginning of the Age of Discovery.
At that time, ocean trade was undoubtedly the most profitable business.
As long as a ship could successfully sail to Africa, which is rich in gold and gems, or Southeast Asia and India, the origin of spices, or East Asia, the famous home of silk, tea and porcelain, and return to Europe with these specialties, it could immediately make several times or even dozens of times the profit.
But high returns come with unimaginable huge risks.
Whether it is storms, pirates, local chaos and turmoil, or counterparts from other European countries, a ship fully loaded with cargo may disappear out of thin air.
Even the wealthiest merchants, nobles, and royal families could not bear such huge losses alone.
In order to join in this feast, many European countries began to try their best to concentrate the wealth of the people to build more ships to control shipping routes and important ports, so as to ensure their absolute monopoly in trade in certain regions.
This model raising funds and distributing dividends to investors was the beginning of modern finance.
As long as we look at the history of the European Age of Exploration, it is not difficult to see the key role that finance played in it.
It can even be said that almost all the maritime powers at that time had developed extremely advanced financial systems.
For example, Britain, which was the first to complete the Industrial Revolution; the Netherlands, which was able to become the sea coachman with its extremely small land area; and France, which had fierce competition with Britain.
In fact, before the end of World War II, finance played the role of serving the real industry.
However, the brutal world wars caused by the old capitalist powers' competition for resources and markets, the widespread rise of proletarian regimes, and the increasingly fierce class confrontations within the country led to the elite class actively pursuing deindustrialization and retaining only high-value-added industries.
This is also why social contradictions in developed capitalist countries in Europe and the United States were greatly eased after the war.
Even decades later, young people will still sing praises of capitalism and believe that it is the best system in the world.
Little do they know that all this actually stems from "self-castration".
Without a large number of low-end industrial workers, the low-profit manufacturing industry can be transferred to less developed countries, and the original fierce social contradictions will naturally no longer exist.
Moreover, they can lower the cost of goods through cheap labor, and then reap the wealth that the other party has worked hard to create through financial means, so that their own people can enjoy a better quality of life without a significant increase in income.
Later, as the concept of neoliberalism was clearly put forward, the modern financial system on the earth completely deviated from reality and became a debt-driven numbers game.
However, the securities market in Baator Hell is just the opposite. It was designed from the very beginning to be a Shura field full of intrigues and traps.
Its rise and fall have no direct connection with earnings and financial reports, but are entirely determined by the intentions of speculators.
Its purpose is not to reap wealth through capital means, but to reap the souls of speculators who participate in this game.
This means that even a small piece of related information may become a tool for behind-the-scenes manipulators to hype and create panic.
Therefore, the stocks and bonds here are experiencing violent fluctuations every day that are unimaginable to humans on Earth.
Maybe it was still rising in the last second, and it would fall through the bottom and become worthless in the next second.
Not to mention earth-shaking actions like the lord starting to mobilize for war.
By the way, in the stock exchange of the huge cyberpunk city, leverage of dozens, tens or even hundreds of times is a common operation.
Because everyone who enters the market holds the same idea in mind, either to make a fortune or to lose their soul.
It would be a miracle if there was any good result under such motivation and environment.
"NO!!!!!!!!!!!! Money! My money!"
"Oh my God! I...I'm actually bankrupt! How can I pay off all these debts?"
"Why? Why is this happening? Everything was clearly as I expected!"
"God damn it! It's all over now!"
"Hahahaha! I got it! I got it! Thank you, the great Prince Soth! From today on, I will be your most loyal believer!"
"Me too! Who would have thought that I just wanted to buy some military stocks and wait for them to appreciate in value to make a small profit, but in the end, the value increased thirty times in one go."
"Not only are military stocks rising, but even the stocks of several mercenary intermediary companies are taking off. It looks like they will continue to rise for at least several days."
"Let's go find a place to have a drink?"
"Let's go together! I happen to know a place that provides special services. You can enjoy other services while drinking."
…
Looking at the various figures in the trading hall who were either completely insane or laughing like crazy, the financial experts from the Marvel Universe's Earth felt their scalps tingling and their whole bodies soaked in sweat.
You should know that on Earth, any sudden stock market crash will be called "Black Friday".
But here, similar situations happen almost every day.
Especially the impact brought by this war mobilization has exceeded everyone's imagination.
Similarly, they also began to gradually gain a deeper understanding of this "completely free" financial market that connects countless worlds.
Even some people who once advocated financial liberalization began to make a 180-degree turn, believing that an unregulated market would eventually turn into a terrible disaster.
Because it is too "free", long-term investors simply cannot survive. In the end, bad money drives out good money, and all that are left are crazy gamblers and speculators who are desperate.
Several older traders even suffered a sudden heart attack and died on the spot because they could not withstand the steep curve that suddenly rose and fell.
Thinking of this, the person in charge from Renlian took out a napkin and wiped the dense beads of sweat on his head, and asked without turning his head: "How is it, our asset allocation table should be able to barely maintain a break-even point, right?"
"Judging from the current situation, it should be about the same, or even a small profit. But Cabor hasn't submitted the report yet. If he hasn't lost too much." Another woman in her fifties answered with lingering fear.
After trading started today, all financial derivatives such as stocks and bonds experienced ups and downs like a roller coaster, and so did the moods of all the operators.
After all, once a huge loss occurs, the loss is not just about money, but is related to the survival of the entire earth.
In addition, there is no such concept of "debts are paid off when a person dies" in hell. Instead, their descendants, as well as the forces and countries they belong to, will be directly held accountable.
The tremendous mental pressure that cannot be described in words would cause anyone with poor psychological quality to collapse instantly.
"Cabol?"
Upon hearing the name, the person in charge immediately frowned subconsciously.
He vaguely remembered that the other party seemed to be the boldest and most aggressive guy in the entire team. In pursuit of high returns, he had put all the money he had on stocks with unimaginably high risks several times.
Although the bets were right several times in a row, this adventurous style is not encouraged by the Human Rights Federation.
Just as the woman was about to say something, a middle-aged man in a suit and tie ran in from outside in a panic, shouting without taking a breath, "No... No! Kabol... He... He just transferred all his assets and ran away."
"What? Say it again!"
The person in charge's face changed drastically.
"Kabol ran away! He secretly increased the leverage by 170 times without our knowledge! All the assets under management have now become liabilities! Huge liabilities! And he also tricked me into transferring a large sum of money."
The middle-aged man told everything he knew in an extremely excited tone.
"How much is the loss?"
The woman's chest rose and fell violently, and the whites of her eyes were covered with dense red bloodshot in just a few seconds.
Because that is not just a few trillions or tens of trillions of dollars that can be slowly diluted by binding international trade settlements. At most, it will trigger global inflation.
There are only two types of currencies in this exchange. One is real magic metals and precious metals, and the other is the soul.
"1.5 billion... We now owe Hell Bank 1.5 billion souls. We must pay it back within three days, otherwise we will enter the asset freezing and forced liquidation process."
The middle-aged man said a number in a trembling voice that made everyone present gasp.
Fifteen billion souls? ! !
The moment he heard this number, the person in charge rolled his eyes and fell to the ground with a bang, fainting.
There is no way not to feel dizzy.
Every soul means a living life.
And with the interest on Baator's debt, it would only take a few years to roll up a despairing figure.
He simply couldn't imagine what kind of reaction the Human Alliance would have when this news got back to them.
The woman screamed like a madman, "How dare he! Quick! Contact the UN Council! Ask them to send out the Astartes! Send out the Avengers! Capture Kabor no matter what!"
"But this is Baator. Any passerby or devil walking on the street possesses magical powers that are beyond our reach and physical fitness far beyond that of ordinary people. Are you sure our people can operate here? You know, once you leave the safe zone, there are countless means of mind control, charm, etc.
Another person who was wearing a power armor, carrying a large amount of magical equipment and was in charge of security couldn't help but question it.
As a military attaché sent by the Human Union to be stationed here permanently, he was tasked with collecting intelligence, and he began investigating this huge, boundless city from the first day he arrived.
You won't know the result until you check. Once you check, you will be filled with extreme panic.
Whether it is the devil's insidiousness and cunningness, or the popularity of supernatural powers and various advanced technologies, they are absolutely beyond the reach of human beings on Earth.
Take the Avengers founded by Nick Fury, most of their members are just slightly stronger cannon fodder.
Especially for mortals like Black Widow, Hawkeye, Iron Man, and Captain America, without magical equipment to resist mind control, they are very likely to be influenced and controlled without even knowing what is happening, or even become spies of the other party.
The same is true for those Super Astartes warriors who have undergone surgical modification.
In addition, evil magic that plays with souls and illusions that are so real that they can be mistaken for real are all things that cannot be cracked by ordinary technology.
Even some inconspicuous street gang leaders can cause huge waves on Earth.
"I don't care about that! Anyway, let's send the message back first, and let the Human Union Council decide the rest. If we don't catch Kabol, who will take the blame? We might even be brought to court and sentenced to death."
The woman grabbed her hair hysterically, her face full of a look of collapse and despair.
There is no doubt that the fate of these guys fully illustrates how dangerous and terrible finance becomes when it separates from the real industry and begins to become a huge casino.
Of course, what is even more terrifying are those "leeks" who do not have capital power but still try to make money from money.
It is precisely because of human greed and the desire for something for nothing that there is an endless supply of leeks to be harvested.
The goddess of wealth, Waukeen, who also resides on the ninth level of Baator, is observing the situation in the stock exchange with great interest. After a while, she commented, "Interesting! This is really a very clever way of robbing."
"robbery?"
A priest who was following the goddess nearby had a very puzzled look on his face.
“Well, it’s robbery.
Because the speculators and gamblers on this exchange do not create real wealth.
It's more like a group of people sitting at a gambling table robbing each other of their money.
The entire process does not create any corresponding physical object.
No wonder Soth thought it was ridiculous for these people to use transaction added value as a way of calculating wealth. It is estimated that at least one-third to one-half of the data is just water. "
As he spoke this, an expression of naked and undisguised contempt came over Woking's face.
As the goddess of wealth, what she values all the time is the real increase in wealth, not this false bubble.
This is why she strictly forbids her believers from doing these messy things, and she is very cautious when issuing currency, preferring to issue less rather than issue excessively, to ensure that every penny has a corresponding object.
Whenever he heard the men on the Stock Exchange praying to him, Waukeen felt more ridiculous than ever.
Because this is not her domain at all, but the jurisdiction of the goddess of luck, Tymora.
Most importantly, she doubted whether Tymora, as the goddess of the good camp, would respond and bless these guys whose hearts had long been devoured by greed.
"Then...should we take advantage of the chaos to acquire some high-quality assets that are entering bankruptcy liquidation?"
The pastor asked cautiously.
Without hesitation, Woking responded, "Of course.
Tell everyone in the church that as long as it is a valuable industry, they can buy it with confidence.
By the way, please help me find out who Soth is planning to deal with by making such a big fuss all of a sudden.
Oh, and send someone to bring over that mortal called Kabor. I'm very interested in his soul."
"As you wish."
The priest placed one hand on his chest and bowed deeply, then quickly turned and left.
Not long after, a terrifying bounty was offered by both the black and white worlds for the trader who escaped from the Human Union.
Adventurers, gangs, killers, and mercenary companies in the huge cyberpunk city immediately took action after seeing the high reward.
While on the run, Kabor had no idea that he had unknowingly become the cause of a storm.
To be exact, he no longer cared about these things and was carrying a box and walking quickly through a dark and narrow alley.
Just as the guy was trying to open the manhole cover, he suddenly felt something hard against the back of his head. He trembled in fear and quickly raised his hands and begged, "Don't... don't shoot! I can pay a ransom to buy my life!"
"Buying your life? Do you know how much your bounty is now?"
A slightly seductive female voice came from behind.
Through the shadow reflected on the glass next to her, she could vaguely make out that this was a female tiefling holding a double-barreled shotgun. Judging from her attire, she should be a mercenary or adventurer.
"I've been put on a bounty?!"
Cabor was visibly surprised.
Because he felt that the Human Alliance should not act so quickly.
“That’s right.
Now if I can capture you back, I can exchange you for 50,000 souls.
This is a huge sum of money, enough to squander for more than ten years if converted into gold coins.
I sincerely advise you not to try to be clever.
Because the reward is very clear, just make sure you stay alive.
It doesn’t matter if you break your legs, your arms, lose both eyes, or have your teeth pulled out one by one.”
While talking, the female tiefling took out an activated rope, intending to capture this valuable bounty criminal and take him away.
But at the moment when the activated rope tied up Kabol, the female tiefling's head suddenly exploded with a bang without any warning, just like a watermelon falling from a high place to the ground.
All kinds of blood, brain tissue and broken skulls splattered everywhere, directly spraying his head and face. His legs suddenly went weak and he fell to his knees with a thump. He lay on the ground and began to vomit uncontrollably.
Because the scene was too bloody and brutal.
Before Kabol could react, another dwarf came out from the dark corner, fiddling with a large-caliber revolver, and spat at the headless body on the ground: "Bah! You, a Tiefling bastard, think you can snatch this business from me? Dream on! The bounty of 50,000 souls belongs to me."
Looking at the other party's skilled corpse-touching skills and his indifferent reaction to killing and death, Cabor felt as if he had instantly entered an ice cellar.
For the first time, he realized that in the seemingly orderly huge cyberpunk city, there was actually such a dark and dangerous lawless area hidden.
Just as the dwarf looted all the valuables and was about to leave with Kabor, a shadow suddenly emerged from the darkness, came behind the dwarf at lightning speed, and swung a dagger directly through his jaw, killing him.
The whole process was clean and neat without any unnecessary movements.
This time, before the identity of the assassin could be seen clearly, a sky full of dazzling magic missiles fell from the sky and turned the unlucky guy into a puddle of meat on the spot.
Because everything happened so fast and so suddenly, Kabor didn't even have the chance to react. He could only watch himself become the prey of bounty hunters, mercenaries, and adventurers, standing there without daring to move.
Because he had no idea how many dangerous people who were after the bounty were hiding in this alley, and he wondered if he would be injured by mistake if he ran around.
Horrible! It's absolutely horrible!
Is this the true face of Baator Hell? Kabol held the box tightly in his hand, with a trace of regret in his eyes.
At this moment he finally realized how dangerous it was after leaving the safe area, and that he could die if he was not careful.
But the problem is that it's obviously too late to regret now.
In just less than ten minutes, the entire alley was filled with mutilated corpses, and blood covered the ground to form a sticky gelatinous substance.
…
At the same time, Zuo Si, who had already arrived on the planet Azeroth, had no idea what kind of waves his sudden decision to declare war on the Burning Legion had caused. He was standing on a high slope near Mount Hyjal, looking down at the battlefield that was already full of corpses. After a long while, he asked meaningfully: "Are you ready?"
"Ah! I've been prepared for a long time. I can take action at any time to help you open the time and space tunnel to Argus."
Illidan Stormrage grinned, revealing a row of teeth as sharp as a demon.
"In that case, let the game begin.
This time, I will not only defeat Sargeras and the Burning Legion, but also make the Titan Pantheon a thing of the past.
As I promised, mortal affairs should be left to mortals to resolve.
As for the Titans who are used to imposing their will on others, it would be better for them to exit the stage of history as soon as possible."
Zuo Si expressed his position clearly.
"Understood. I'll go back and start the plan."
Illidan agreed without hesitation, then opened a portal and disappeared on the spot.
As soon as he left, the originally balanced situation on the battlefield of Mount Hyjal was instantly broken.
The Green Goblin Judge Flink led the huge army that had just been teleported and launched a charge towards the Burning Legion's magic artillery positions.
With just one encounter, the defenses that were built with great difficulty were instantly broken through.
Countless demons were torn into pieces alive by this group of violent New Phyrexian creatures pursuing evolution.
original!
brutal!
violent!
That's the nature of the green mana faction.
Especially Flink himself, basically every time he killed a demon, he would remove some "parts" from the other party and install them on himself.
This is also an old tradition of the green factions in New Phyrexia.
In the Mirrodin time and space, he had organized events such as arena duels, where the winner could take away a certain part of the loser's body.
Through this kind of continuous and cruel elimination like the law of the jungle, almost everyone who remains has rich combat experience.
Although there are some minor flaws in coordination, it does not affect the combat effectiveness.
"Hahahaha! Come on! Demons of the Burning Legion! Please me with your lives!"
Flink roared and tore a pit lord to pieces.
The huge amount of evil energy in the latter's body leaked out instantly, forming a shock wave and green flames that swept across everything.
His unrivaled posture instantly attracted the attention of several high-level demons.
Among them is the famous Doomsday Lord Kazzak.
"Who is that guy? Why have I never seen him before?" Kazak asked his adjutant.
Because this tug-of-war lasted for a long time, the high-level fighters on both sides were basically familiar with each other.
The adjutant responded with a serious expression: "It may be reinforcements. After all, his appearance is very similar to those creatures who claim to be New Phyrexia. And if we can't contain him, he will soon destroy all the fortifications we have built."
"You will command the army for me. I will go and meet him in person."
As he spoke, Kazak swung the giant sword that could directly split the castle fortress wall, flapped his wings and took off into the air, flying towards the direction where Flink was.
Fulinkai obviously also noticed the huge Lord of Doom. Instead of dodging, he leaped up to meet him.
Boom!!!! When two powerful creatures collided, the overflowing energy alone destroyed everything around them.
The terrifying energy storm even killed thousands of imps and mo'args in an instant.
The entire evil artillery position was completely destroyed, without even a trace of residue left.
"Are you the Doom Lord Kazzak?"
Fulinkai brandished his sharp claws to pin down the opponent's [Dragon King's Battle Blade] under his body, preventing it from moving forward even an inch.
"Who are you? New reinforcements? Are you planning to break the agreement and declare war on the Legion again?"
Kazak raised three issues that he was most concerned about.
"That's right! The great father of New Phyrexia has issued an order to sweep across the universe. Driving you off this planet is the first step."
After saying that, Flink began to increase his strength, and relying on the powerful engine given by the sparkling oil, he overwhelmed the Doomsday Lord Kazak in terms of strength. He then kicked him away, and he rolled on the ground, leaving a deep gully.
"How is this possible!?"
Kazak stared at his own knuckles which were cracked, bleeding, and shaking slightly uncontrollably, his face filled with shock and disbelief.
You should know that he is one of the highest-ranking commanders in the Burning Legion, second only to the dark Titan's deputies such as Kil'jaeden and Archimonde. He can easily destroy a city by himself, and has led the army to conquer the entire planet more than once.
No one has ever been able to gain such a huge crushing advantage over him in terms of strength.
“Humph! Maybe in this universe, you and the Burning Legion you serve are the most powerful forces, but you are still far behind us who can connect the multiverse. Now just accept the gift of the great father of New Phyrexia. When you become one of us, you will understand what this means.”
As Fulinkai spoke, he ran quickly, looking like a huge Tyrannosaurus Rex. Every step he took caused the surrounding ground to shake slightly.
You should know that he is the largest and heaviest of all the Demon Judges.
Although his speed and reaction are slightly slow, he possesses power that is unmatched by any other Demon Judge.
Its unique body structure is designed for head-on confrontations.
So when Fulinkai rushed forward, nothing could stop him.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Seeing the giant getting closer and closer to him, Kazak immediately activated his unique mark, trying to extract magical energy from the other party's body to cast a powerful fel spell.
But to his surprise, what flew out of the Green Goblin's body was not energy, but large amounts of black shiny oil.
As a frontline commander who has fought in Mount Hyjal for a long time, the Doom Lord certainly cannot be unaware of the horror of the Shock Oil.
Because once you are infected by this thing before you die, it means that it won't be long before you are infected and become a member of the other side.
Even the dead bodies of demons will be put together again by the oil and turned into cannon fodder without thoughts or emotions, similar to the undead.
This is much more terrifying than the Lich King created by Kil'jaeden.
There was no time to think, Kazzak immediately released a group of shadow arrows to evaporate all the spark oil.
But how could Fulinkai, who had already rushed so close, give the other party such an opportunity?
He first swung his front limbs to pull the flying Lord of Doom down from above his head and threw him hard to the ground, then he jumped up and smashed down like a mountain.
Puff! Kazak couldn't bear such an impact, and a lot of blood gushed out of his mouth and nose immediately.
The severe pain made him become extremely bloodthirsty and violent. He swung the giant sword in his hand and wanted to kill the enemy in front of him.
But unfortunately, the Lord of Doom did not know that the thick and solid metal armor covering Flinkai's body was all made of magic alloy with the help of Jinjitasha.
Its hardness and magic resistance are so great that even Captain America's vibranium shield cannot compare to it.
As a result, several consecutive hits failed to break the defense, leaving only a few deep dents, which would be repaired by the shining oil in a short time.
On the other hand, Fulinkai took advantage of the close combat opportunity to directly gush out a huge amount of oil from his body, obviously wanting to finish off the Lord of Doom.
"It's useless. Stop struggling and embrace the glorious evolution. The great father of New Phyrexia is invincible!"
"No!!!! Don't even think about it!"
Feeling the black grease flowing into his body and even his soul through his mouth, nose, eyes and wounds, Kazak finally began to panic.
As a demon who can be resurrected infinitely, he is certainly not afraid of death. At worst, he can return to Argus and build a new body to make a comeback.
But the problem is that the other party obviously doesn't want to give him the chance to commit suicide.
"Hahahaha! That's not up to you!"
Flink laughed wildly and continued to pour in more shiny oil.
Before long, Kazak's struggles became weaker and weaker, and in the end he simply lay on the ground like a corpse, motionless.
Obviously, the time required to infect a powerful demon lord like Wanhua is simply incomparable to that of other demons.
However, with the defeat of Kazzak, the resistance on the entire battlefield collapsed instantly.
Countless high-level Burning Legion commanders were afraid that they would also be killed, so they abandoned their positions and ran towards the portal behind them, fearing that they would be caught by Shuoyou if they ran too slowly.
The beast army of the green faction of Flink took the opportunity to divide and surround these enemies who had lost their will to fight and were fleeing in all directions, frantically devouring their prey to strengthen themselves.
If things continue to develop in this way, it will only be a day or two before the Burning Legion is driven out of Azeroth.
But the Legion obviously won't sit idly by.
In particular, the other side of this portal is connected to the old nest - Argus.
Although the Titan with the awakened Star Soul had been abducted by Zuo Si, Sargeras had not only one Titan in his hands, but a dozen of them. Any one of them could be put in to keep the entire system running.
Moreover, long-term exposure to the chaotic and evil thoughts of the devil and enduring endless torture can accelerate the degeneration of the Titan's soul.
Once all of these former brothers and sisters have been transformed into his own form, Sargeras will be able to establish his own dark pantheon.
At this moment in the Burning Throne, Kil'jaeden the Deceiver was roaring with a ferocious look on his face: "Assholes! How dare they tear up the armistice agreement with the Legion? Immediately mobilize all the troops to send them over. The position on the other side of the portal must not be lost."
"clear!"
The Eredar lieutenant nodded quickly, and then passed on the order through the Legion's unique magical communication method.
In less than five minutes, three large demon armies marched through the portal and joined the battlefield of Mount Hyjal.
In particular, the rune weapons carried by one of the legions razed half of Mount Hyjal to the ground with just one shot.
The attacking New Phyrexian army was immediately hit hard, and Flink was almost killed on the spot.
Fortunately, his hard shell of "Iron Tyrannosaurus" played a protective role, but the inside was roasted to about 80% done by the extremely high temperature, and could only be slowly repaired by the shining oil.
Looking at the large number of Burning Legion demons pouring out of the portal, Zuo Si couldn't help but curl up his lips and whispered, "Is it so easy to be summoned? It seems that Kil'jaeden is not aware of the danger. Dear Illidan Stormrage, I have paved the way for you this time, and now it depends on your performance."
Obviously, Zuo Si launched the attack on Mount Hyjal in order to attract as many troops of the Burning Legion as possible from Argus and give "Egg Boss" the best opportunity to invade.
As a person who always pays attention to efficiency, he does not want to engage in a protracted tug-of-war with the other party, pushing one planet after another.
In comparison, it is easier and quicker to launch a decapitation operation.
However, this "leader" does not refer to Kil'jaeden, but his master Sargeras.
The Dark Titan had not been seen since being injured by Tong Zhao's explosion. He was probably either recovering from his injuries or figuring out how to deal with this terrifying artifact.
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