The Draenor outpost world has discovered hordes of legion demons, and the Star Saints traveling back and forth among the stars have brought more worrying news.

The Dark Titan is approaching Azeroth at an extremely fast speed.

She mobilized almost all the demons in the entire material stars to come with her to eradicate the villains of the void in her eyes, and the demons almost went crazy!

Although they lost the resurrection point of Argus and lost two demon kings, the eredar demons who served as commanders and staff members in the legion defected collectively, and the nathrezim were frantically destroying them before escaping.

It destroyed all the intelligence systems of the Burning Legion and made the demons of the stars "blind".

But this was not enough to extinguish the demons' fanatical desire to fight.

What's more, this time their invincible god personally supervised the battle. The terrifying increase that Sargeras brought to the demons almost locked up the morale of the demons, reducing them from an elite army of destruction to a group of crazy monsters.

This caused the demons to lose the advantages brought by the command system, but it also allowed them to completely unleash their chaotic nature, making them more dangerous.

If you look at it from the perspective of the stars, this is nothing more than a black tide that is drowning all things and is gathering along the galaxy towards the world of Azeroth. Even a small world with the protection of the Titan Soul can only be succumbed to this terrifying tide.

It was smashed into ashes.

The news brought back was not withheld.

Under Norgannon's instruction, news with terrible information was sent to the leaders of the major forces who had already forged ahead with their fortifications and armed forces. The pressure brought by death put the entire Azeroth into a war.

In the midst of a frenzied fight for survival.

In the eastern continent, humanity's most elite legions have all been mobilized.

From Tirisfal Glades to Stranglethorn Vale, from Eagle's Nest Mountain to the Cursed Land, young people of appropriate age were recruited and trained, while veterans rushed to various strategic locations according to plans.

The Dark Portal, Blackstone Mountain, Khaz Modan, Alterac and other strategic locations have become real military camps, and humans, dwarves, elves and gnomes have been twisted into a rope.

Under the command of Varian Wrynn and his two lieutenants, Muradin Bronzebeard and Kael'thas Sunstrider, they must complete the full arming of this unyielding continent in the shortest possible time.

Of course, while preparing for the decisive battle, the commanders did not forget to entrust the funeral arrangements.

Under a hidden tower in Tol Barad.

Queen Tiffin Elian, who was personally escorted here by Shore, walked into the unassuming tower with the sleeping baby Anduin Wrynn in her arms.

In front of her was a strange door guarded by the Great Warlock Evil Eye, chosen by the Quiet One himself. It was like a portal but covered with flames and shadows.

Beside her, Princess Yinlina, who was also sent by Kael'thas, was talking quietly to the pregnant Princess Moira Bronzebeard.

"I don't want to go to any shelter at all!"

Princess Bronzebeard said a little irritably:

"The child in my belly is destined to become the king of the mountain, and his mother must set an example for him. If we lose this battle, the whole world will be gone. If so, why send us into this damned place?"

refuge?

Will those demons let us go after our men die on the battlefield?

We also have to fight!"

"I understand your anger, Lady Moira."

Queen Ellienne shook her head and said:

"But please calm down. It's not just the dignitaries who are entering the sanctuary with us. It is said that Lord Silent One has already placed many people there who are unable to protect themselves.

We were not blessed in the past.

We have to shoulder our responsibilities there."

"Yes, ladies."

The evil eye guarding the portal of the sanctuary leading to the Land of Fire put on an air of "I am the master" and explained to these noble ladies:

"The plan to immigrate to the asylum had been secretly started before the Battle of Argus. Children under the age of twelve from all over the world were sent to it, as well as those ladies who met the conditions.

There are already hundreds of thousands of people from the eastern continent waiting there.

Lord Silent One's servants manage the place, but their demons can fight well, but they know nothing about management, and the twins are almost driven crazy.

Your arrival will effectively alleviate the chaos in the sanctuary. According to Lord Silent One, this is also a way for you, who are rich in the art of governance, to contribute to this war."

"Are there many such shelters?"

The delicate Princess Yinlina just took the fruit of Arcandor yesterday. Her addiction to magic was eliminated but her body is still weak, so Kael'thas specially sent several female Phoenix Guards to protect her.

Her Royal Highness the Princess blinked and asked.

Xieyan shook his head, looking at the delicate elf princess who seemed to be difficult for him as an orc to give birth to a healthy child, and said mysteriously:

"This is confidential.

But the war is about to begin and these few are big shots, so they won't leak the secret casually even if they think about it. Our sanctuary is for humans, dwarves, gnomes and elves of Quel'Thalas.

As far as I know, there are similar shelters in the four elemental realms.

The night elves and the green dragons opened the Emerald Dream to protect children and the elderly. The Pandaren of Pandaria also created a temporary demiplane in the dream supported by the Tree of Fortune.

The Loa of the Troll Empire seem to have a similar plan.

So you don’t have to worry about the survival of this world. Once we lose the battle outside, these shelters will leave the main plane driven by the power left by the Titans.

You will escape the day of destruction of Azeroth and float among the stars in a "mysterious plane", waiting for the next step of Lord Silent One's arrangements.

Save the fire!”

Xie Yan shook his head and sold the third-hand information he heard from Blake. When sending several big shots into the shelter, he specifically reminded Queen Tiffin Elian who was holding the prince:

"Please take care of Princess Calia Menethil. Her safety is very important to the future of Azeroth."

"Callia was also sent to the asylum?"

The queen was surprised and said:

"The child said last time that she would fight the devil to the end in the name of the Holy Light."

"She really doesn't want to come."

Xieyan shrugged and curled his lips and said:

"But there are some things that she cannot do as she pleases.

Alas, it's a pity that our evil eye was born an ugly orc. If I had been born like a flower and had a great figure, I would have gone to a shelter to enjoy my blessings by now. Why would I need to stay here and fight to the death with demons?

This is really...

When will men enjoy the same treatment as girls?"

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"The demons are coming, and their outposts have reached Draenor."

In the frosty land of Northrend, on top of the most mysterious and darkest glacier in the continent, Blake is sitting on the throne completely shaped by the eerie ice, while playing with the eerie ice on the side of the throne.

Helmet, while speaking to His Majesty the Lich King, who was looking into the distance with his sword in front of him:

"The war is advancing much faster than we predicted, and I am sure that the demons will not waste time in the world of Draenor. They will use their best surprise tactics.

Then there is no such thing as contact and preparation for war. Once the war starts, it will be a world war, and it will become intense in an instant.

And the moment the Sword of Sargeras arrives, the fate of this world will be doomed... Sigh, why is your throne so uncomfortable to sit on?

Don't you feel your butt is freezing?

I only sat there for a few minutes and I felt like my butt was almost frozen to the throne."

The pirate curled his lips, looked at the silent Lich King, and said in a long voice:

"But that's actually a good thing, right? At least you don't have to worry about hemorrhoids anymore."

"I don't care about the Burning Legion."

His Majesty Lothar finally spoke.

This cold king, who has completely integrated with the glaciers of the North, said in a hoarse tone with his strange bald-like hairstyle:

"Devils cannot inflict fear on the dead. No matter how many they come, they will only fall in the silent march of the endless wave of death. What really worries me is the shadow that follows behind me that gives me invincible strength.

At this dangerous moment, I felt like I had become a knife.

I will intervene in this war and end an era, but this is not my intention. The mastermind behind the scenes has emerged, and I am being played by her.

Maybe I should put down Frostmourne and pray for forgiveness from the Holy Light here...

Before everything can be saved."

"Don't say that, my Lord Lothar, don't be so pessimistic."

Blake didn't care.

He tossed the helmet of command up and down in his hand.

The black battle helmet was constantly spinning on his fingertips like he was performing acrobatics, and the gems inlaid on the gloomy battle helmet emitted dim light, making it dance into a strip of light as it rotated, which was really beautiful.

In this little game, Black said:

"Aren't you still wearing the crown forged by death? You are still struggling, just like a chess piece unwilling to fall into the hands of a chess player, still trying your best to escape the fate you were created for.

Don't worry, my lord the Lich King, I'm on your side.
To be continued...