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"Would He really be fooled?"
Illidan's cold voice sounded next to Kil'jaeden, with a hint of distrust, and the Conqueror, who was sitting on the throne of Grand Executor, scoffed at this question.
It is still recovering from its injuries, but it is estimated that it will never be healed. It waved its paws and said:
"Why do you call it "being deceived"? It sounds like I am using false information to deceive the noble Dark Titan, but did I lie?
I'm just telling the truth.
Dim Light Cosmic Domain is indeed restless. It is the base camp of evil and evil in the galaxy. The best thing is that its landing point in Material Galaxy is very far away from Argus.
Even for Dark Titan, who is walking in the sea of stars, it is a long distance."
"I still have the same problem."
Illidan raised his eyebrows and said:
"Will He be fooled?
Especially when He already knows that the next target of Diakum and Eredar is Argus, Dark Titan will really risk The risk of completely losing two Fallen Titan and Fel in the Material Universe base camp, just to deal with those void bastards who have been entrenched in the galaxy for nearly ten thousand years?
Any leader with normal thinking would not be deceived by such tricks, right?
Dark Titan can come to Argus first to deal with the problem here, and then turn around to deal with the bugs in Dim Light Cosmic Domain. This won't waste much time."
"To be able to say this means that even though you have been hunting demons for ten thousand years, you still don't understand Sargeras's behavior."
Kil'jaeden is very confident.
It shook its head and said:
"If Dark Titan would choose and compare between two troubles before determining the order of action, then it is not Sargeras. More than 20,000 years ago when I served Dark Titan, He personally dealt with the Material Star Sea's troubles only two or three times. But surprisingly, His personal appearance did not make me feel cold or ruthless.
On the contrary, Dark Titan's action logic is full of a kind of "sensibility" and "human nature" that we cannot understand.
I have long given up on delving into Sargeras's heart, but I can be sure that He is different from the image in your mind. He controls Fel, but not all the logic of actions follows Fel's desires.
He has his own logic."
Illidan is not satisfied with this answer.
Perhaps in the eyes of this serious hunter, when facing such an important war, it is a bit childish for Kil'jaeden to actually take "Dark Titan's humanity" as the object of bet.
Moreover, he had already cooperated with Kil'jaeden to disrupt the internal environment of Argus, and was about to make a final push. If Dark Titan's attention had not been attracted elsewhere, and if Sargeras had arrived in advance, everything would have been in vain.
As if sensing Illidan's dissatisfaction and caution, Kil'jaeden stood up holding his heart, supported the armrest of the throne, and strolled to the platform at the back of the hall.
He also stretched out his hand to signal Illidan to follow.
Although Demon Hunter is blind, Brother Egg's perception is very keen. He walked on the edge of the shadow of the hall and approached Kil'jaeden, who stood on the terrace where he and his brother once looked at the scenery of Mac'Aree in their free time, looking at the desolate land in the distance and the ten thousand-year-old ruins under the mountains.
After several seconds of silence, Kil'jaeden said:
"He will definitely go! Because He is not sure whether He can win this battle."
"Huh?"
This reason made Illidan raise his eyebrows again, and then he heard Kil'jaeden say with emotion:
"Although I didn't talk to Him for too long, I am Great Demon Lord who was promoted by Him personally, and I carried Dark Titan's immortal soul in the decisive battle of Azeroth.
There is some subtle resonance between me and Him.
These sensations are not enough to allow me to see into the heart of the Lord of Destruction, but they allow me to feel Dark Titan's mind at this time. No matter how calm he looks on the outside, his inner mind, which is anxious like waves because of the threat he feels, actually represents his feelings.
When a god who Invincible is in the sea of stars will have ups and downs in his heart because of a duel, we can make accurate judgments.
There is no absolute certainty that Sargeras will be able to defeat strong enemies as before, even if we clearly know that the current Vigilant cannot be Dark Titan's opponent.
However, the battle between gods is not just about comparing numerical values, what's more, both of them have reasons why they absolutely cannot retreat.
Let me ask you, Illidan."
Great Demon Lord put his hands behind his back and folded up his shattered demon bat wings. At this moment, Kil'jaeden seemed to have returned to the attitude of strategizing and winning thousands of miles in the past 20,000 years.
It said coldly:
"If you were going to a duel where you might lose or even die, would you allow there to be some bugs peeping in the shadows around you before you left, ready to take advantage of it?
Why is it that when two powerful parties compete, other stakeholders are the first to suffer?
I think you have had such an experience, so I will tell you that Sargeras will definitely go to Dim Light Cosmic Domain, even if that direction is not in the same direction as Argus.
But He can't gamble!
You may not be able to understand it, but destroying the sea of stars and completing Burning Crusade is also a vision and a moral obligation for Sargeras. A being like him will never be so weak as to place the hope of realizing his own moral morality on the enemy's due diligence.
He will definitely accomplish all this with His own hands.
However, the inevitable destruction of Dim Light Cosmic Domain can delay Sargeras for up to seven days, and this still includes the time lost during his progress.
You and I are both people who expect mercy from the enemy, so you'd better complete the plan I gave you in the next five days.
You must completely cut off the connection between the demons of the Burning Legion and the power of Argus Star Soul before Sargerite Keystone is activated. That "Fel Heart" must be torn apart by your own hands."
"Hmm."
Star Hunter nodded and said:
"I will go to Krokuun in a moment. If the Man'ari you sent there is reliable enough, five days will be enough. But it seems that you will not stay at Mac'Aree. Do you want to go back to Antoran Wastes?
Do you know that because of the assassinations of those Greater Demons by me and your assassins and the diversion of trouble, every Greater Demon there has now fallen into a chaotic state where "everyone looks like a traitor".
Once you show up, they will definitely unite to kill you as soon as possible."
"They do, but they can't."
Kil'jaeden touched its neck, with a subtle smile on its ferocious face, and said:
"This head is not prepared for them. If those idiots from Twisting Nether think that I have been sitting in the position of Great Demon Lord for more than 20,000 years just relying on Sargeras's favor, then I will not hesitate to show them why I was personally promoted by Dark Titan on my final journey to death.
Ha.
Did you know?
The most glorious battle I have ever fought in my life was not the day when I led a group of demons across the stars, but the day when my people and I faced Dark Titan here, in this world I call home.
Eredar was not defeated by the devil, Illidan.
Bravely, we defeated the demons, ruthlessly, we killed the demons until they were full of shit, and determined, we killed them until they were frightened by the news.
Without the appearance of Sargeras, Argus would definitely become the burial place of demons.
That was my most glorious moment and the pinnacle of my life. In the more than 20,000 years after that day, I rarely set foot on the battlefield in person or hold a weapon in my hands, because I had already fought all the good battles in my life on that day.
But Eredar is coming back, my people are going to return to our hometown, and we are going to restore this world.
I said that these 20,000 years were just a truce in the middle.
Now, the war has resumed.
If those ridiculous demons are no match for the swarm, People of Light, or even mortals, then why do they think they will be able to rip off my head?
Go ahead."
The Conqueror waved his paws and said:
"Go to Krokuun, Malchezaar will be there to pick you up! Although this guy is average in size and has only the same potential, he is more loyal than anything else. There is nothing to worry about at this time of year.
You tell it, this is the last road I prepared for it and those Man'ari under its command.
When Velen returns to his hometown with Eredar, they must not be hostile to them. They must put down their weapons and kneel down to pray for surrender as "Penitents".
They must return to Eredar society.
Of course, Eredar will not accept them so easily, so I ask you, Illidan, I ask your Illidari to open your arms to them, and they should hunt demons in Twisting Nether for three thousand years!
Only in this way can their souls return to the kingdom of the dead in Eredar under the guidance of the "Three Gods of Death". Otherwise, they can only be content with being "lonely ghosts"."
Illidan didn't say yes or no.
He just quietly disappeared into the shadows, but Star Hunter's lack of clear objection shows that there is a certain probability of this happening, provided that those Man'ari in Argus Restoration War must show the characteristics that Illidan wants to see.
His Illidari is not a trash can, he wants all kinds of fun and sex.
After Illidan left, Kil'jaeden still stayed on the terrace. It seemed that every time he looked next to him, there would be a young Velen looking back at it with a smile, and what was reflected in the eyes of the illusion was the Grand Executor that once symbolized glory and courage.
They were all still young at that time, and they were still very innocent at that time.
"I'm going home, and so are you."
The Conqueror stretched out his ferocious claws and touched the illusion in his eyes, and the prophet in the illusion also extended his hand to it. When the two hands came into contact, the light in Kil'jaeden's eyes suddenly turned cold.
It glanced back at the scenery of Mac'Aree for the last time, then turned and walked towards the exit of the hall.
The most loyal "Hands of Kil'jaeden" have prepared the majestic Great Demon Lord War Armor for their monarch. A tall Man'ari Warrior holds two rune swords in both hands for his leader.
This is a weapon carefully crafted by Apocalypse Engineer Golganneth for Great Demon Lord who appreciates him. Kil'jaeden calls it "Rakeesh Twin Blades".
This was originally just its most proud collection, but now, the deadly magic blade is finally ready to drink blood.
"Antoran How is the situation over there?"
When Kil'jaeden was wearing War Armor, it asked casually.
A high-level Man'ari commander kneeling five steps away from the Conqueror replied loudly:
"By your will, the Conqueror! All Man'ari lords have led their armies from the Material Star Sea and Twisting Nether to rush back to Argus.
The great Demon Lords who have responded to your call for war include: Dog King·Bylmon, Lord of Hatred·Demos, and Eternal Hunter·Barthas, Doomfist·Rasaherton, Bloodlust Eagle·Xilonas, Warbringer."
"Okay, don't sign up for the dishes there."
Kil'jaeden waved his hand and interrupted with an impatient expression, and said:
"It doesn't matter who came, what matters is who didn't come! How many Man'ari lords did not respond to the call?"
"Uh"
The blue-skinned high-level Man'ari lord carefully glanced at Kil'jaeden's expression and whispered:
"Probably about one-third, but we can't rule out that it's because of delays on the road. As you know, Twisting Nether and Material Star Sea have been very uneasy recently."
"Oh, delayed on the road? Good reason!"
Kil'jaeden laughed and said:
"I agree with this reason, and I hope they can use this reason to convince the Assassin King under my command when they face the blade of Akali.
Go ahead, Arashius.
You don't have to follow me to Antoran to die, take my order to find Akali, and let her set off immediately with the assassins of Demon Tribunal.
Those Man'ari lords who did not come are all their hunting targets!
After the heads and souls of these traitors have been collected, you take them and return to Argus with Akali."
The Conqueror paused and looked down at the trembling Lord Man'ari.
It says:
"You are a smart guy, so I ask you, do you know who you will call to revive him when the time comes?"
"Uh, I. I probably guessed it."
Arashius wiped the cold sweat on its forehead and said tremblingly:
"I once served Grand Executor Haddon, and I was also one of the Eredars who was born in Krokuun Great Plains."
"Very good, your self-perception is still Eredar."
Kil'jaeden nodded with satisfaction and said:
"This is the mentality that a good bad guy should have. This proves that you can still be saved in this "black and white" era. Okay, let it go, save some energy, there will be plenty of demons to train us after arriving at Antoran.
Now, let's go!
Let us, the misguided wanderers, stage one last flourish of carnage for our world."
The Conqueror waved his hand, causing a ferocious Fel Hound to rush out of Fel Rift with a roar, and then lay down submissively on In front of Kil'jaeden, when it mounted its mount, Hands of Kil'jaeden's grassroots Warrior were also walking into those heavily armed demon starships in the distance.
This scene is very similar to the scene when he led the Eredar rebels to board the ship to Antoran Wastes to resist the devil more than 20,000 years ago.
For a moment, in Kil'jaeden's eyes, those ferocious Fel armed Man'ari Warrior people seemed to return to In the pure and brave form that was once Eredar, those dirty flags seemed to have turned into the Battle Standard that once were Burning Legion.
They boarded the ship with great momentum, as if they were going to fulfill their unfinished mission more than 20,000 years ago.
Yes.
Argus's last guardians have always been here, even if they became "them", they never left.
So, Kil'jaeden laughed again.
It's in a really good mood today.
When Fel Hound flew into the sky carrying the Conqueror, in the background of the endless army of magic bats and Fel Hunter Ship taking off, Arashius, who had escaped the disaster, collapsed on the ground.
There was a halberd stuck in front of its eyes.
It knew that if it had said the wrong thing just now, then its head would have become the carrier of the Conqueror's last order, and would have been sent to the hands of Twisting Nether's assassin king, Akali.
I survived!
Because of his "loyalty and nostalgia" for his hometown and people, he survived.
Arashius didn't dare to think about how big a fuss Kil'jaeden would make in Antoran Wastes, and it didn't even dare to guess what kind of fate a Man'ari like itself would win in the future.
It only knows that there is only one last way left for it to go.
I hope
I hope Grand Executor Haddon is not so old and confused.
I hope he can still recognize his messy face that was tortured by Fel.
I hope the kind-hearted old governor Krokuun is willing to accept his surrender on the verge of defeat, otherwise, it will really be doomed.