Kil'jaeden couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

The city of Suramar shines brightly in the sunlight, and a long and deep magical aura hangs over the city, faintly casting a layer of light blue over the place.

That magical aura is the subtle devil detection stance.

For this war taking place in the core hinterland of the Kaldorei Empire, the Eastern Great Plains, which is rich in products and has a large population, is the rear area that can provide great support for the war. And the hub of this place is that it was built over a hundred years.

The magical city of Suramar emerged.

The Burning Legion also knows this.

Long before the arrival of Kil'jaeden and Archimonde, the high-level demon commanders had carried out a series of infiltration and sabotage operations against Suramar City. However, all recent infiltration actions were due to the existence of that detection position.

It failed, and the Burning Legion lost many of its elites.

In the eyes of Kil'jaeden, who has extraordinary vision, this demon detection position is indeed not bad. At least even the Dread Lords under his command who are best at infiltrating are helpless with it. It is not like it is extremely backward in magic knowledge, even space.

This was created by night elves who had never understood the basics of spells.

Needless to say, this must be the masterpiece of the prophet's apprentices.

But it's just good.

Even the level of the Eredar before they followed their master could not be compared.

Kil'jaeden sneered, and the evil energy in his body immediately began to burn violently, and his body actually swelled with the wind as his breath lifted. In just a few seconds, he became as tall as a mountain peak.

The majestic evil energy radiated from his body, and produced a violent annihilation reaction with the concrete energy of the opposite original power in the surrounding air that was incompatible with itself, burning blazingly, forming a massive fire storm.

Harveys looked up at Kil'jaeden, his eyes filled with admiration, and it was inevitable that he would be heartbroken by its supreme power.

The Burning Legion has been delaying the coalition's advance towards the Well of Eternity by destroying the supply lines of mortal races that are no different from primitive people, creating panic, massacring civilians, etc., to buy time for the arrival of the master.

After all, after the defeat at Eldorei Pass, no one dared to underestimate the strength of Azeroth's native creatures. Even for high-level demon leaders, those demigods and dragon guardians were difficult to defeat.

Even if Archimonde and Kil'jaeden, the two lieutenants of the Legion, were present, they would not dare to act rashly. After all, in Sargeras' heart, the destruction of Azeroth was the most important war in the history of the Burning Legion.

But the related actions did not go smoothly until Harveys took over the matter.

Together with those subordinates who survived the pain of fel infusion and successfully transformed into satyrs, he planned an attack on the night elves' rear. This included destroying the Demon Mother Shahrath and killing Stareye's headquarters, and several

The undead wave set off by the Dread Lord in Elre'Thalas and the west coast, etc., were all coordinated and planned by the satyrs.

Because they know their former compatriots too well.

Sargeras rewarded Xavis for this, promising that when he came, he would give him a supreme gift, giving him the power to rival a high-level demon leader. He also asked him to go with Kil'jaeden.

To capture the Prophet's apprentice...

Harveys can feel that his master attaches great importance to the alien prophet. Just by successfully destroying the night elf supply line, he received such a rich reward. If this operation is successful again...

He could no longer imagine what a considerable reward his master would give him.

"Do what you should do." Kil'jaeden said calmly.

"Yes..." Harveys bowed in response and added hesitantly: "Sir, the Eye of Aman'Thul..."

The night elves hold several Pillars of Creation that have been regarded as ancient relics. It was not until the prophet Angmar recently revealed the true identity of the Eye of Aman'Thul that scholars re-examined the functions of these artifacts.

Although Elisande studied the Eye of Aman'Thul with the help of Angmar, it happened after Xavius ​​surrendered to the Burning Legion, but due to the improvement of intelligence work, Xavius ​​was not ignorant of it.

Even the prophet who calls himself a time traveler pays attention to the Eye of Aman'Thul, and the Burning Legion has no reason not to pay attention to it. After all, even if no one knows how to use the Pillars of Creation, everyone knows that it contains extremely powerful energy.

.

What if these Pillars of Creation are used to deal with the Burning Legion and hinder the great cause of destruction?

So before leaving, Harveys once again suggested to his master that since he was heading to Suramar City, he might as well grab the Eye of Aman'Thul. It was a pity that, according to the internal reports from Na'thalas College, the Eye of Aman'Thul was originally

The Tidestone of Golganeth kept in the academy's secret vault has been transported to the Eldorei Pass. It has become impossible to steal it from the protection of the five-colored dragons and demigods.

"Do you think the omniscient and omnipotent master can't think of this? Do you think the master doesn't know the importance of those Pillars of Creation? Capturing Angmar's apprentices is the first priority on this trip!" Kil'jaeden looked at him coldly.

Harveys' tone was cold.

How could the deputy of the legion not understand that Harveys suggested this and even volunteered to snatch the Eye of Aman'Thul, just to get more credit and gain the appreciation of his master.

In front of Kil'jaeden's endless power, Harvey suddenly woke up and trembled.

"But if you can bring the Eye of Aman'Thul to the master while ensuring the success of the mission, I believe the master will not be stingy with the reward for you." Kil'jaeden added.

Harveys looked happy.

"But..." Kil'jaeden changed the subject, "If you dare to delay business because of this, you know what the punishment will be."

Harveys couldn't help but shudder at the thought of the horrific scene on the other side of the portal.

"Go ahead and don't let me down."

"Yes." Harveys responded and left, his body quickly disappeared into the air that fluctuated like water, and he disappeared without a trace.

Just when Kil'jaeden looked into the distance again, the city of Suramar also discovered the strange phenomenon here.

After all, the legion's deputy's majestic body was hundreds of meters tall, and the fire storm caused swept over like a hurricane, stretching across the horizon. It was difficult not to notice it.

Sharp sirens resounded throughout the city, and the vague color quickly turned from light to dark due to the injection of magic power, turning into a giant barrier over the city.

And in the distant sky, as a bolt of lightning struck down, a figure appeared. It was the prophet Angmar Morningstar.

"Kil'jaeden, you are indeed here," Angmar said coldly, "I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Oh?" Kil'jaeden moved his legs and walked forward slowly, "Are you coming to meet death?"

He was a little surprised.

The plan of this trip was originally to create chaos, so that Xavius ​​could take advantage of the chaos to capture the prophet's apprentices, and then completely destroy this city that was extremely important to the night elves.

I didn't expect Angmar to come to my door by himself.

Look at him, how weak he is! How is his frail body and weak strength different from that of an ant?

Even if his master regarded him as a "prophet" in his youth, Kil'jaeden just couldn't convince himself that the poor mortal in front of him would become a man who would cause great harm to the Burning Legion in the future - or rather in the past -

Obstacle, an existence that can fight back and forth with the master of the Burning Legion.

"I can return your words as they are." Angmar looked at the endless green fields and touched the ordinary horn in his hand.

"Sharp teeth, sharp tongue," Kil'jaeden sneered, "But it doesn't matter, since you came to the door..."
Chapter completed!