In the vast universe, Angmar and Sargeras' bodies form a sharp contrast.

If they were looking from a distance, others might not even think that there was a person where the fallen titan's eyes were focused.

Hearing Angmar's voice, Sargeras looked at him expressionlessly for a while, and then said: "You made a mistake, Angmar."

The sound, like a bell or a bell, seemed to contain endless energy. It rolled from the end of the universe and actually caused a comet to explode in the sky.

Angmar smiled and said: "Sargeras, are you here just to criticize me?"

Sargeras ignored his sarcasm and continued: "You should not give up suppressing the Twisting Nether. This is a wrong decision. No one can stand in the way of the Burning Legion now."

In the past ten thousand years - ten thousand years in the main timeline, but a long 1.3 million years in the Twisting Nether - through several fruitful combat operations, Angmar led the Legion of Light and successfully conquered

The main force of the Burning Legion was suppressed in the Twisting Nether.

Although both sides suffered heavy losses, and even the Holy Light Legion paid a higher price, all of this was for Azeroth.

Under the influence of Angmar, Sargeras' understanding of Azeroth has been completely different from the official history. Not only did he know the specific location of Azeroth in advance, but he also raised its priority to an unprecedented level.

If Angmar hadn't done this, the Burning Legion would have probably come out in force and destroyed Angmar before these ten thousand years had passed.

Sargeras was right.

The blockade of the Twisting Nether relies largely on Angmar himself.

With him, the two sides can achieve a balance in the highest-end combat power. Otherwise, no matter how advanced the technology of the Holy Light Legion is, how brave the soldiers are, it is impossible to compete with an existence like Sargeras simply relying on the accumulation of numbers.

Furthermore, although with the efforts of Angmar, the Holy Light Legion has gradually become the most powerful force in the Endless End, with countless members, enough to compete with the Burning Legion, the strength of both sides is still equal no matter what.

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No one knows how much he has been walking on thin ice during these 1.3 million years. For two behemoths, a slight imbalance may trigger a subversive change. The Twisting Void has been suppressed for so long.

The greatest miracle in the universe. Not to mention, once he leaves, no one can check and balance Sargeras, and the loss of the outer front of the Twisting Nether is completely inevitable.

"Keep your voice down, or you'll shatter the transmission channel leading to the Twisting Void before the fighting starts below," Angmar pouted towards the transmission channel hidden in space and invisible to the naked eye.

"When I leave the Twisting Nether and let you out, I naturally have my own considerations."

Sargeras still said coldly: "How could I not know that you came back for Azeroth's ten thousand years. Angmar, your emotions have bound you... Leave behind useless emotions, like me

Generally, look at the universe with absolutely rational thoughts. By then, you will be able to break free from all shackles and accomplish feats that truly benefit the universe, instead of wasting all your energy on meaningless things."

Angmar smiled and shook his head, "Our thinking patterns are different. I have heard this thousands of times. But I still never tire of using it to refute you - Sargeras, your perception is wrong.

This universe is not as hopeless as you think, and the corruption of the void is not absolutely impossible to eliminate..."

"Then have you found a solution?" Sargeras asked calmly.

Angmar shrugged, "No. But I know there must be a way."

"No, you are wrong," Sargeras shook his head, "Destruction is the only way. I once stood at an extremely high angle and surveyed the entire universe. I have a height of vision and knowledge that you don't have.

is correct."

"Why do you always have the theory of invincibility against the forces of the void? I have gone deep into the realm of the void, seen scenes you have never seen, and fought against enemies you have never fought against. Why don't I feel like the void is invincible like you?

What about victory?" Angmar said helplessly.

"Because you have unrealistic reverie." Sargeras replied briefly.

"You are using strong words to make sense..."

"But you are not pragmatic at all."

The two of them talked to each other for a long time. In the end, Angmar pressed his hands and became more and more helpless: "Okay, okay... Do we need to argue for a long time every time we meet? Tell us... We stand clearly

On the same front, the void is our common enemy... Is this really necessary? Can't we join forces?"

"I can say the same thing to you," Sargeras, who had always been cold and ruthless, sighed rarely, showing the same helpless emotion, "You are really too stubborn and unrealistic, but you don't want to

Admit your mistakes and refuse to look back on the road destined to be impossible."

"You too. But this time you are quite good. At least you didn't show your weapon as soon as we met."

Sargeras turned his attention to the planet Draenor, and while looking at the army of demons that poured out of the teleportation channel like a tide and gradually occupied the periphery of the Dark Temple, he said: "It will take hundreds of sunshine cycles for us to do it."

There is no point in fighting without victory or defeat."

"Yes, if you stand here, I'm afraid I can't even kill a demon. On the other hand, as long as I'm here, you can't even think of taking action against my people," Angmar agreed, confirming that Sagra

After Si really had no intention of taking action, he calmed down the power he had mobilized since the arrival of the opponent. "It seems that we have reached a consensus? How about just chatting here and watching them decide the winner?"

"Isn't this the only option? If I wanted to fight you, I wouldn't have brought such an army." Sargeras looked sideways at him.

The two fought in the universe, and the aftermath of the battle was enough to destroy Draenor thousands of times. Along with the army above, they were all wiped out. If Sargeras really wanted to fight Angmar, he would not fight like this.

In the final analysis, it is better to come here and "see the scenery" with him like two old men. The real difference between victory and defeat still has to be left to his subordinates.

"Then...whose subordinate wins, let's consider whoever wins, and let the loser go back and forth from there, how about that?" Angmar said.

Sargeras turned back and looked at him expressionlessly, "Are you asking me?"

Angmar looked around, "What else? Is there anyone else here?"

Sargeras shook his head, "I can't understand your logic. You know that I will not keep my promise, but you try to reach a verbal agreement with me with the lowest probability of fulfillment. Angmar, I must say, your thinking mode is really...

It’s full of loopholes. Please change it, like me..."

"Stop it, just pretend I didn't say it." Angmar raised his arms in surrender.

One and three hundred thousand years later, he is already an old guy who cannot get any older. He is also one of the most powerful beings in the universe. When it comes to achievements, no one can match him. This makes it difficult for him to live in the world.

Showing your true self in front of others, you can only look at the endless starry sky and miss the cheerful and lively self when you were young.

Only when he was with Sargeras, could he let go of all his baggage and reveal the emotions in the hearts of the world that should not have been revealed by the prophet.

To a certain extent, Sargeras was his enemy, second only to the Void Force. But not only was he helpless against Sargeras, he had been fighting for so many years. When the Void invaded, he put aside the dispute and united with the outside world. The Void Force

After being repelled, the endless debates, battles and confrontations started again... After so many years, they really can't live without each other.

To put it simply and concisely, this is called mutual sympathy.

"Why didn't you bring Kil'jaeden and Archimonde?" Angmar glanced at the demonic troops in Shadowmoon Valley and asked curiously.

"They have more important tasks. And to deal with these stragglers, there is no need to use them." Sargeras replied without emotion.

Angmar laughed out loud and pointed at the troops of various races marching towards Shadowmoon Valley, "Do you think they are stragglers?"

"The composition is mixed, there is insufficient coordination, and there are many gaps in their coordination," Sargeras shook his head and said, "Compared to your Angmarre and my Burning Legion, they are indeed stragglers."

"Let me count..." Angmar said, looking at the demon army gathering in front of the Black Temple, "It's only one hundred thousand. With just this small number of troops, you want to defeat my people? You are really... arrogant."

"More than enough." Sargeras replied briefly, seemingly not taking the mortal troops on the ground seriously at all.
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