"Ha ha ha ha"

Velen, the chosen prophet of the Holy Light, was forced back by a group of weak undead. He could only watch helplessly as the brutal magic mecha in front of him attacked the injured Naru'adal.

This desperate scene was reflected in the distant world through evil spells. Kil'jaeden the Deceiver, who laughed loudly, stood up from the burning Throne of Fire, his shadow twisted, and his smile arrogant.

It's like tasting the sweetest fruit.

It admired the prophet surrounded by the undead in front of him.

It admires the cruel backstabs and vengeful blades delivered by the betrayed dead to their most beloved ones.

It admired the pain on Velen's face and the despair in his eyes.

This is what it has been waiting for twenty-five thousand years to see, and this is just a sweet appetizer for revenge against the coward who betrayed his brother.

The prophet will go to hell today!

As his former brother, Kil'jaeden would personally pull him out of hell and help him become the Demon King, just like the two of them once joined forces to rule Argus and lead the eredar civilization forward with wisdom and strength.

of intimacy.

Archimonde, what kind of dog is that? Does it deserve to share the power of the Legion with you?

hehe.

Only Velen!

Only he is qualified to stand with himself.

"Come, Velen, my evil brother."

The Deceiver strode off the throne, its huge ferocious wings opened and closed, and it moved its claws, already impatient to see the revenge it had suppressed for twenty-five thousand years released.

"Accept your judgment, accept your fate."

Kil'jaeden whispered.

At this time, the aura of the great demon was emitted, making the other demons in the Temple of Argus tremble.

In front of the deceiver, Her Excellency Hasabel, the eredar doomsday Valkyrie who is responsible for the portal between stars, is nervously communicating with the star space.

She wanted to open a portal for His Majesty the Great Demon that would allow Kil'jaeden to go to Draenor. That small world did not have the magical magic well in Azeroth to power it, so the energy for this portal could only be supplied by Agu.

This is a unilateral supply.

This has put a lot of pressure on this broken world that has been infiltrated by evil energy. In order to open this portal, the Burning Legion's portal to other star fields even had to be temporarily closed.

This was clearly an act of disobedience that interfered with the Burning Crusade, but the fraudster took the risk anyway.

Lord Aggramar, the fallen titan who is in charge of Argus, seems to have acquiesced in this matter.

It seems that even Lord Aggramar, who has always been cold and cruel, knows that until Kil'jaeden's revenge is completed, he will not be able to devote himself wholeheartedly to the Burning Legion.

And if Velen, the outstanding prophet among mortals, can really fall today and become the new demon king of the legion, then this event will not be a bad thing for the destruction and conquest of Lord Sargeras.

"how much longer?"

The fraudster asked coldly.

The army of top demons behind it, known as the "Hand of Kil'jaeden", were also impatient. Faced with such questioning and oppression, the wings of Hasabel, the guardian of the portal, were all trembling.

She answered carefully:

"It might take another hour"

"I'll only give you twenty minutes."

The fraudster dropped a sentence with an attitude that could not be refused, which made the portal guardian even more helpless.

To open a portal across the stars in such a short period of time will inevitably draw more power from the Heart of Argus, which will weaken the suffering star souls of this world that have fallen.

This is completely against the interests of the Legion.

But the problem is that she can't afford to offend the big devil, and she doesn't have the courage to go to Lord Aggramar to complain.

The next moment, the Lord of Doom Valkyrie gritted her teeth and increased the intensity of extracting evil energy from the underground of Argus. At this moment, the entire broken Draenei home planet was wailing.

The already shattered earth started a new round of large-scale earthquakes, and evil magma erupted from the out-of-control underground layer, causing a doomsday scene to reappear in the world.

Although Argus had already experienced ecological destruction more than 20,000 years ago, this disaster has continued to this day.

In this desperate land called Antoran Wasteland, in a hidden valley with cracks, Illidan Stormrage, disguised as a Dreadlord, raised his head while completely covering himself with a large native hood.

His blind eyes cannot see the world in front of him.

But with his keen sense of the flow of evil energy, Brother Dan easily noticed that the evil energy under his feet was being rapidly extracted into the Demon Temple on the top of the mountain in the distance.

He knew that this was the opportunity he had been waiting for.

"I have told you everything. On the other side of the portal, your ancient people are still fighting. There are also warriors from my hometown fighting with the demons.

That was a war that I had been absent from for a long time, and I am now returning to it with a glorious victory."

Illidan moved his neck. He turned around and said to a group of Broken Ones hiding in the shadows behind him in his signature hoarse and deep evil voice:

"Krokku, this is your last chance to make a choice!

Either join me in resisting the devil and join this eternal war; or go back to the Great Rift Valley of Krokuun, find the deepest cave to bury yourself, and tremble while waiting for the end of the war.

I leave the choice to you.

A very annoying but wise friend of mine told me that only your own choices are enough to make you risk your life."

"Powerful master, please continue to lead us!"

Hatton, the Croku chief of Argus, was riding on his fighting Tabu sheep. Its rickety body was trying to stretch at this moment, and it said loudly:

"In the few months since you came to this world, you have led us to achieve brilliant victories that have not been achieved in the past 20,000 years. We are unwilling to succumb to the destroyers, and we hate them for destroying our world.

Now, it's time to release this hatred and anger.

We are the last sons of Argus. If there is no hope for our world, we must fight and take revenge on behalf of the world! This is our destiny..."

"very good!"

A confused smile appeared on Illidan's face, which was distorted by swallowing too much evil energy. He pointed at the Burning Throne of Antorus in the distance and said in a deep voice:

"But I don't need you to use your blood to win victory. Croku, please activate your power blessed by this earth. We will walk under the earth and sneak into the temple.

I promise you a glorious victory, and you will see it with your own eyes.

Now!

Let's go!

In the hearts of demons, give their filthy souls a fatal blow!"

"Don't just hide! Use the holy light to imprison them!"

In the center of the city ruins of the Temple of Karabor, Black, who flew over on the sky, jumped into the ground where the undead were raging and killing. When he landed, he rolled and stood on the edge of the fallen Exodar spacecraft.

He shouted at the top of his lungs towards old Velen who was being attacked by a group of undead in front of him.

Perhaps it was the guilt in his heart that prevented Velen, the well-known good old man from the stars, from attacking these awakened undead. He clearly had the power to burn them instantly, but he only held up the barrier of holy light and struggled to attack Adar in the sea of ​​undead.

Move forward in your direction.

It wasn't until Blake's reminder that the prophet thought of another solution.

The Seal of the Draenei Leader on his forehead shone brightly, and with the prophet's scolding, the thick holy light turned into a waterfall halo and shot out in all directions.

Any undead that come into contact with the aura will be trapped in place by the chains of concentrated light.

The prophet deliberately reduced the destructive power of this ultra-large-scale imprisonment spell, so that the imprisoned undead only lost the ability to move but were not harmed by the burning of the holy light.

The road to Adal was already open. Velen held his staff and rushed there with disheveled hair. He could not allow the Naaru, who had once been rescued by the Draenei to save the world of Argus, to die in front of his eyes.

This scene also made the pirate shake his head.

Come on, this prophet is really kind to his core. Isn't he even willing to be cruel when facing the undead of his tribe?

"Blake! Quick! Come here!"

Just when the stinky pirate was about to find a better place to eat and watch a show, the anxious call from inside the fallen Exodar made him frown.

Blake's figure disappeared, and the next second he appeared in the ruins of a pile of collapsed gems, grabbing the hand of Garona who was suppressed, pulling the assassin out of the ruins, and then backhanded Card, who was knocked unconscious by the falling object.

He dragged it out.

This guy is a true fan!

When the spaceship crashed, he used all his magic power to protect his orc girlfriend, but as a result, he was hit with blood all over his head.

"The ring! Go find the ring!"

The embarrassed Garona half-knelt beside her boyfriend, giving Khadgar emergency treatment, then turned to Black and shouted:

"When it fell, the ring had just been forged and was taken away. I saw a damn Eredar demon snatching away the mold. It must have been the fear lord hiding among the draenei who passed the message to the legion.

The weapons we built to fight against the demons were taken away by them!"

"Calm down, I was already on guard against them. That despicable devil only took away the mold, and the real ring never left."

Blake was in no hurry.
To be continued...