The arrival of Storm Fortress brought an overwhelming advantage to the outland coalition forces that invaded Shadowmoon Valley.

For three whole days, the energy artillery of Storm Fortress never stopped bombarding the ground, plowing almost the entire Shadowmoon Valley. Particular attention was paid to the demonic army's stronghold and base outside the Black Temple.

Magtheridon's troops had no way to deal with this Naaru spaceship. They lost all their bases and strongholds outside the Black Temple, and had to retreat back to the Black Temple, relying on solid defense facilities to hold on.

As early as more than twenty years ago, the orcs who fell victim to Gul'dan's quest for power captured the draenei's temple of Karabor and turned it into the dark temple that the world sees today.

At that time, the old tribe was used as another military base besides Hellfire Citadel.

Until the old tribe was destroyed, Draenor was torn apart, and Magtheridon was sent to take charge of the broken planet of Draenor. This magnificent temple became the headquarters of the Burning Legion in the outer world, and it has been used for ten years to this day.

Over the past three years, it has been continuously transformed and gradually acquired outrageous defensive capabilities.

Even with the Storm Fortress, it would be difficult to break through the outer defenses of the Dark Temple in the short term. The foreign coalition forces approaching the city had to consolidate the occupied area on the one hand, and take care of the supply lines that had been extended to the extreme, and prepare for long-term operations.

The main theme of the war gradually changed from the bloody frontal decisive battle between large armies to a stage of multi-point flowering.

The devil continuously sent small groups of elite troops to bypass the frontal battlefield and harass the supply lines of the coalition forces in the outer regions.

The Outland Alliance forces dispatched similarly streamlined small forces to break through the weak points of the Black Temple's defense system and enter to wreak havoc as much as possible.

During this period, both sides won and lost each other.

Three days later, with the arrival of a Burning Legion fel-powered capital ship, the balance that had tilted toward the Outland Alliance forces once again returned to a balanced position.

As soon as the Fel capital ships arrived, they launched a fierce attack on Storm Fortress.

The evil energy converged along the surface of the ship to the bow, causing visible fluctuations in the surrounding space. Then, a red beam of light symbolizing death was emitted from the bow cannon, carrying unparalleled evil energy, and suddenly passed through

A distance of hundreds of kilometers suddenly penetrated the shield of Storm Fortress.

The beam continued unabated, directly blasting a terrifying round hole in the outer shell of the Storm Fortress, and then triggered a series of explosions. The blown up metal fragments broke away from the hull and fell to the ground like a meteor shower.

The weapons of Storm Fortress immediately turned to the sky above the Dark Temple to counterattack. A round of salvo fire failed to even break through the shield of the evil capital ship.

After a battle, which ship is more powerful can be said to be a decisive decision.

After all, even though the Storm Fortress combines many of Naaru's endless technologies and is one of the top ships in the universe, it is not specially built for combat like the fel capital ships of the Burning Legion.

Fortunately, the Fel battleship's bow beam cannon, which is capable of shredding the hull of the Storm Fortress, cannot fire continuously, otherwise this war may be over soon.

No matter what, there are two space battleships several kilometers long, one is above the Fel Volcano in the middle of Shadowmoon Valley, and the other is suspended above the Dark Temple. They are hundreds of kilometers apart. Due to that incident more than ten years ago,

It was indeed quite a spectacular sight to be reduced to a whole piece of broken land without curvature due to bombardment from the sky due to a catastrophe.

"The war will be over soon," Sargeras shook his head when he saw Storm Fortress falling behind in the confrontation. "Soon I will be able to prove that your understanding of mortals is wrong."

Angmar smiled softly and said: "Hey, you know, every time I turn around to talk to you, the first thing I see is your big face, which is bigger than a continent. Can you be smaller?

, this way it will be easier for us to communicate.”

Sargeras was bigger than the planet. When he was next to him, the ratio between Angmar and him was even slightly smaller than the ratio between himself and a bacterium on his body.

Sargeras said calmly: "Why don't you get bigger? If I rashly become smaller and cannot see my demon, they will mistakenly think that I have left. Although I currently have the advantage, this will always affect their fighting spirit.

"

"Didn't you say that all your demons have a will as strong as steel? Seriously, make it smaller, you are making me tired." Angmar added.

Sargeras ignored him.

Twenty seconds later, his body began to shrink, and soon became about the same size as Angmar.

"Are you satisfied now?"

The outland coalition forces fighting on the ground discovered that the terrifying figure that had been outside the planet for the past twenty days and almost obscured the entire starry sky had disappeared.

"Satisfied, so satisfied," Angmar said with interest, "This is the first time I've seen you so young. Would you like some wine? Aged wine from my hometown."

He magically took out a bottle of old wine from his arms, grabbed it in his hand, and shook it towards Sargeras.

"Don't come near me," Sargeras warned expressionlessly, "Last time you attacked me while passing the wine, I won't be fooled again."

"Okay, okay," Angmar shrugged, bit off the cork and took a sip, "Let's get down to business, actually I think I have the advantage."

"You're being tough again." Sargeras just shook his head, as if he wasn't ready to argue.

"Oh, why don't you believe me? The potential of mortals is endless. If they are guided, they will definitely play a greater role in the war with the void forces. Not like you. The Eredar people have extraordinary potential, but they

I was led to the fall by you. I gained more power, but also ruined endless possibilities." Angmar sighed.

"Angmar..." Sargeras turned to look into his eyes, "We and this universe have no time."

This time, Angmar said nothing.

Because Sargeras was right.

While the two were talking, another change occurred below.

The Outland Alliance formed a secret team, led by Yrel. The members gathered elites from many races, as well as many well-known heroes. Khadgar, Illidan... and even Garrosh, Yorrin Death

Seeing Dranosh Saurfang, he joined this team after the situation in the Honor Keep stabilized.

"That's... your adopted daughter?" Sargeras said as he looked at Yrel, who was preparing to lead people to sneak into the evil battleship through teleportation spells.

"is her."

"No wonder you have confidence in this war. It turns out she is here too."

Sargeras is very familiar with Yrel. No, it should be said that all high-ranking members of the Burning Legion are familiar with Yrel.

Because this little girl who grew up under the care of Angmar has repeatedly caused trouble for the Burning Legion in the past thousand years. She either sneaked into the Twisting Nether to destroy the production facilities of the Burning Legion, or used it as a weapon on small-scale battlefields.

Hundreds, and even once fought against more than ten high-level demon commanders alone, and finally won.

At the end of the universe, this little girl is quite famous.

"You can't say I'm cheating," Angmar took a sip of the aged wine. "Do you still remember the night elf who was following her?"

Sargeras turned his gaze slightly, looked at Illidan, nodded and said: "Remember, he is the only mortal who has deceived me."

"It seems that they have infiltrated your battleship. Once the core facilities of that battleship are destroyed, the winner of this war will soon be determined."

Sargeras did not answer immediately, seeming to be examining the capabilities of this secretive team.

His and Angmar's eyes can penetrate the obstacles and detect the most profound secrets in the universe. Naturally, they can also ignore the shell of the ship and see what is happening inside. Even if you don't use your eyes to see, you can always perceive it.

of.

This time, Sargeras surprisingly reached an agreement with Angmar.

"You're right. I'm afraid I'm going to lose."

Sargeras' tone was very calm, as if he didn't care about winning or losing at all.

The covert team entered the control room of the evil battleship with great momentum, and assigned several people to plant mana bombs in the engine room, and also blew away the hull attitude maintenance device. There was a brilliant explosion, and the evil battleship was lost.

After losing its balance, it could no longer resist Draenor's gravity, and fell diagonally towards the Black Temple, creating a huge hole in its outer wall.

The foreign coalition forces immediately launched an attack, poured into the breach, and fought with the demon defenders. The Storm Fortress, which had lost its suppression, once again became an invincible aerial fortress, harvesting demon lives without any hindrance.

The victory of the Outland Alliance was only a matter of time. Angmar saw that Khadgar had already taken out the "salvation" he had entrusted to him, and under the protection of an elite assault force, went to close the connection between the Twisting Void and

Teleportation channels for other planets occupied by the Burning Legion.

Looking at the battle situation below, within two or three days at the latest, they will be able to completely conquer the Dark Temple and eliminate the main force of the Burning Legion in the outer realm.

By then, even if there are still a considerable number of Fel Orcs united under several high-level demon leaders in Hellfire Citadel, the Burning Legion will never be able to regain control of the planet.

"You win." Sargeras said briefly.

"You are wrong." Angmar replied.

Sargeras looked sideways at him, "I'm right. Now that the matter is over, Magtheridon has no room for a comeback. Your Outland Alliance has already won."

"No," Angmar shook his head. "I mean, the result of this war proves that my view of mortals is right, and you are wrong. Look, the tool in your eyes has achieved unprecedented results.

feats. They were not afraid of sacrifice, took risks, and even made many unreasonable actions that seemed almost reckless to you, the extremely rational Titans. But it is this 'imperfect nature' in your words that created

It’s an impossible victory, isn’t it?”

Sargeras said quietly: "This victory alone is not enough to prove your views on mortals. And I have never denied the potential of mortals. I just said that we do not have more time to guide mortals and inspire mortals."

It’s just your talent. Angmar, it’s not that I don’t understand you, it’s that you... don’t understand me.”

Angmar blinked. After knowing each other for so long, he had never heard Sargeras say that.

The Void Army was approaching step by step, and Sargeras was not prepared to stay any longer. The victory or defeat was already decided. Even if Angmar personally took action to massacre his men, it would not be worth his while to stay here for even a second longer.

He directly opened a portal to the twisted void and said, "I'm going back."

Angmar came back to his senses and said goodbye: "Okay. See you later."

Sargeras stopped, turned around and asked, "Aren't you going back together?"

Angmar shook his head, "No, I have to return to Azeroth to deal with some things."

"What is more important than fighting against the forces of the void?" Sargeras asked in confusion, showing a rare expression of confusion.

"You don't understand, Azeroth will become the key to fighting the void." Angmar shook his head.

"I said, you always have unrealistic expectations for things related to Titans. Recognize the reality, those creatures are not special."

Angmar smiled, "What if I said that in the original history - the history without me, it was the creatures of Azeroth who were nothing special in your eyes and frustrated you time and time again? What would you do?
To be continued...