Evenson had coveted the Fel Scar Rift for a long time, so he naturally understood that Hailmondas, the lord, would be the greatest obstacle in his attempt to seize the rift.
This operation was centered entirely around a surprise decapitation strike. If the battle dragged on too long, unexpected changes could easily arise. The Burning Legion was powerful, and Evenson had no intention of gambling. Thus, with the Eredar Twins unable to participate for certain special reasons, how to quickly kill Hailmondas became the key to this operation.
He had therefore planned this strategy long ago. He acquired two suitcase nuclear weapons from Berikov, a major arms dealer in Russia—and he had not paid for them!
These two big firecrackers had been sitting in his hands for nearly a year. Now, he could finally set them off. Though suitcase nuclear weapons could not compare to proper nuclear warheads in power, with yields of only a few hundred tons, they would absolutely be enough to give Hailmondas a taste of hell. Even if he somehow survived, he would be seriously wounded.
"Ha ha ha, old friend, it's finally our turn again." Gernos stood at the center of a Soul Engine, gently stroking its long-dormant, ice-cold core. For a moment, he was overwhelmed with emotion.
There were three Soul Engines in the Fel Scar Rift, all of them built under Gernos's direction. This one, the largest and oldest among them, had been hammered into existence by his own hands, blow by blow. It was like his child, infused with his painstaking effort.
But unfortunately, after the Burning Legion's front lines shifted, it lost its fuel supply. The new lord, Hailmondas, was a brainless idiot with a huge body. Not only had he shut down the engines, he had even made maintenance impossible.