The ultimate feast of big fucks
I have to say that the "service attitude" of the Zerg Swarm is quite impressive.
In less than ten minutes, when Kil'jaeden arrived here with its "prodigal son" demon commanders, the entire hall of the portal center was "cleaned".
Not to mention the bones, not even a drop of blood remained, it was as clean as if a group of insects had "licked" the place inch by inch.
Of course, the hundreds of "Demon Beauty Faction" commanders and senior officials who originally stayed here were also "licked".
The iconic Twisting Nether teleportation scepter of the portal master Hasabel is suspended in the center of the platform. This "downgraded version" of Staff of Sargeras seems to be the last "gift" left by the "escaping" female demons to the demons who choose to stick here.
"Before the elders of Destroyer Witch escaped, they released the two Fallen Titans that were almost completed hatching."
Kil'jaeden stepped forward and held the Twisting Nether scepter, turned around and said to the Man'ari lords and great Demon Lords behind him:
"You all heard it when you came here just now. The roars of Aman'Thul and Khaz'goroth have already sounded in Burning Throne. With them suppressing the formation, no matter how ferocious the Eredar undead are, they are destined to be unable to break through this city.
Of course, the other party came prepared.
There are more than twelve Night Warrior currently appearing in Antoran Wastes, and the angel Burning Legion from High Heaven is also assisting the group of violent undead.
Those Titan Soul who were released must not sit back and watch the ravages of Fallen Titan, and Argus Lord. Ahem, I mean, the Argus Star Soul who chose to side with the mortals.
So, don't expect Fallen Titan at both ends to buy us much time!
If we want to survive today's "counterattack" from Eredar, we need more demons!
Therefore, I command you!"
Kil'jaeden stared at the Demon Lord behind him with different expressions and eyes.
It didn't care about those looks at all and said loudly:
"I ask you to immediately summon all the demons who are still active in Argus Land!
I will fix this scepter on Burning Throne and redirect them to the portal here. You can recruit and assemble as you like. When the death army of Velen arrives under the wall of Burning Throne, I have only one request!"
The Conqueror stopped.
The eyes of Doomfire, the same model as Sargeras, which were burning with emerald green, scanned the demons in front of them and said with emphasis:
"I only want the craziest, most determined, most stubborn, and most potential demons to join this ultimate war that will surely be recorded in the history of Twisting Nether.
You gather here the hard-core demons who are least likely to surrender, and I will lead them to form the most ferocious Burning Legion in this Argus Final Battle.
I will lead you to face the ridicule and fighting of Death Faction, and I will lead you to the end of victory.
In the base camp of the Burning Legion and Twisting Nether, under the witness of this sea of stars filled with destruction! I will bring you a miracle, and I will provide the most perfect "curtain show" for Lord Sargeras who will eventually arrive.
Yes.
This is what He hired me to do in the first place, how could I let Him down?"
There was dead silence in the clean hall.
There was only an unexpected cold wind blowing by, making even the most stubborn demon leader shiver.
They are not very good at thinking, but even the stupidest guys have noticed something is wrong at this moment. It is already this time. Does the Conqueror still want to stage a desperate counterattack in this "defeatable battle"?
This sounds a bit incredible.
With Kil'jaeden's wisdom, shouldn't it be time to bring some of his vitality and move to Twisting Nether in order to make a comeback in the future?
Being stubborn is not what this devil leader has done in the past.
And those Man'aris with good brains have already lowered their heads and trembled one by one. They seemed to have guessed what Kil'jaeden was going to do, but no one dared to say it at this time.
How could this place where demons gather be so clean?
And the dimensional door still swaying behind Kil'jaeden looks strange. It doesn't look like an escape passage leading to Twisting Nether at all, it looks more like a door leading to "real hell".
"I think we should retreat"
Finally, a Eredun lord spoke out the inner thoughts of the Demon Lords present.
It mustered up the courage to refute Kil'jaeden, but unexpectedly, the Conqueror waved his hand and said:
"It doesn't matter, you can evacuate if you want. Anyway, the door to Twisting Nether has been opened for you."
Kil'jaeden turned sideways and made a "please" gesture to the Eredun lord who wanted to retreat. The other party was indeed a reckless devil. Without saying a word, he grabbed Doom Blade and rushed towards the road back to Twisting Nether.
It jumped in and was silent again.
A moment later, a smashed and half-digested head of Greater Demon was spat out and landed at the feet of Kil'jaeden, staining the clean place with a trace of dirt that was hard to ignore.
Bang.
The sound of that thing falling was like a war drum, which struck the hearts of all the Greater Demons present, making those Man'aris look even paler.
"Tsk tsk tsk, what bad luck."
Kil'jaeden made a weird snapping sound, shook his head and said:
"I heard that the demon leaders who claimed to have won a glorious victory in the bloody battle of Twisting Nether claimed that they had completely destroyed Void Swarm's rampage in the demon realm.
Oops, from the looks of it, this battle report is pretty watered down.
There are so many planets in Twisting Nether, but this unlucky ghost chose a place where the insect swarm is raging again. I remember that it seems to be one of the demon leaders of the Blood War Sect?
Well, this is deceiving others until you believe it.
You will reap the consequences."
Great Demon Lord smiled.
It kicked the disgusting thing away, then raised its head again, looking at the Greater Demons in front of it, and asked meaningfully:
"Now, who else wants to evacuate?"
"Plop"
A female Man'ari lord rushed out and knelt at the feet of Kil'jaeden. She cried bitterly and hugged the Conqueror's legs, and asked miserably:
"I join Penitents now, is it still too late?"
"It's late."
Kil'jaeden stretched out his hand and wiped away the weak tears of Demon Lord, who did all kinds of evil, and said in a gentle tone:
"Don't have any illusions about our fate, kid, you and I will definitely go to hell.
But you see, since you have chosen to become a devil and devoted all your passion to the cause of destruction, you should have a little more backbone when the end comes.
No one forces you
Go ahead.
Gather the most stubborn, ferocious and elite demons here, and I will lead you and the undead of Velen to complete the final performance in this ancient city.
If you behave well enough, we will meet again in the hell of Eredar.
If you neither look like Eredar nor are you like a devil, then you will spend the next hundred thousand years of tragedy miserable under the scolding of Twisting Nether."
It patted the head of Lord Man'ari and said:
"Saint or a villain, they can be cunning and cruel, they can be insidious, they can save the world and they can shine in the world, but they just cannot be a spineless and irresponsible guy.
This is an opportunity!
Maybe Fel will bless you.
If you sincerely believe that it is happier to be a fallen devil than to be a good person
What are you still doing?"
The Conqueror kicked away the Man'ari lord who was holding his legs and crying Confession. He roared at the other trembling Demon Lords:
"Didn't you hear my order?
Either finish the final battle here, or go back to Twisting Nether and serve as blood food to the insect swarm, it's your choice.
Die at the hands of Undead, die under the holy flame, die in the moonlight, die from the roar of Arcane, die from the stomach of the swarm, or get Eternal Life in Fel!
You have to choose a way to die.
Go ahead.
Don't keep my brother waiting, and don't keep me, who longs to go to hell, waiting!"
"I can understand that Eredar loves this final battle. Seeing those Eredar throw their lives and blood to regain their hometown makes me, Warrior, excited. It is the honor of Warrior to go to the battlefield with such good men!
But I don't understand why these mages are so excited?"
Little Hellscream, who followed Velen's "Revenge of the Undead" and went crazy with the army line and was satisfied, complained that he had just used his Wolf Rider to kill a group of demons trying to break through, and it was very satisfying.
The noble king of Mag'har wears a battle crown that symbolizes the status of "Khan". He carries Gorehowl, which is constantly buzzing with war. He squints at the Dalaran floating island in front of him that continuously shoots various destructive spells and is extremely dazzling on the battlefield.
The Arcane Mage from Azeroth are no longer hiding and tucking in today. They are now using their own mana to destroy the Arcane device under the floating island to smooth out all obstacles on the ground for the advancement of the undead.
In the past ten minutes, the number of Fel Forging Camp destroyed by Dalaran's mages has exceeded five.
It seems like those guys' magic power can't be used up today.
This caused Little Hellscream to have great doubts.
Not only Dalaran, but also their Draenor's Highmaul imitated Dalaran's attack mode under the command of Mar'gok, pouring Arcane's destruction towards the ground.
Those Two-headed Ogre wizards kept roaring and projected wild Mok'Nathal Beast Masters onto the ground, turning the battlefield into a "savage zoo" where all kinds of beasts were rampant, especially in After Rexxar released the running Devilsaur that he captured from Dazar'alor and was said to have the blood of Rezan, the bloody battlefield of Argus was like "Crazy Jurassic".
The big monster had already killed a Fel Hound with the assistance of Rexxar and Misha, making the Blood Ring Warlock next to Little Hellscream look regretful.
They originally wanted to enslave the ferocious Fel Hound as a gift to Chieftain.
As we all know, the very stylish Orc Warlock Yorin Death-Eye has always wanted a Fel Hound as his "devil baby".
Faced with Little Hellscream's doubts, Sun King, who was moving forward with his Warriors, elegantly released a ball of activated Phoenix flames and engulfed a demon sentry tower, and then explained softly:
"What is roaring in Argus today is not just death, nor is it only Holy Light. The collective action of Night Warrior represents the will of life, and Dalaran The Arcane echoes of and Highmaul are the first time Arcane Force has officially made its voice heard in the strife among the stars after tens of thousands of years of silence.
Your Majesty Khan, you don't really think that Arcane Force doesn't have the term "blessing", do you?
"Infinite magic" is just a part of Arcane's powerful blessing!
If you want to know more about this aspect, we will encounter a strong enemy later, and I can show you how powerful Master Arcane can be when all the "mythical super-magic characteristics" are briefly unlocked today.
Greater Demon is nothing more than Arcane Mage's plaything."
"Huh, it's so fancy!"
Little Hellscream Rui commented:
"It's not as simple and quick as Gorehowl's attack with an axe, but I still have a doubt. We Orcs are here to avenge our world. What are you humans, dwarves and elves doing here?"
Is it just to promote the majesty of Arcane?"
He looked at Emperor Lothar and Sun King beside him, as well as the dwarf King Magni and Prince Muradin, and said sarcastically and teasingly:
"Shouldn't you go to Krokuun or Mac'Aree to play the "low-end game"? With just a few people like you, you can't even make a splash when thrown into today's Antoran Battlefield."
"Stupid Orcs knows nothing!"
The hot-tempered dwarf Prince Muradin waved his war hammer and battle ax and cursed:
"We dwarves are here to rescue our own forging god Khaz'goroth. We know that Titan is suffering in Burning Throne. Hey, it's really unlucky. He will probably end up in the same place as these stinky Orcs."
"Who are you calling stinky? A short guy who smells like alcohol."
Little Hellscream said something unhappily, but then said doubtfully:
"Aren't you Child of the World? When did the relationship between Supreme Star Soul and Titan get so good that they can take the initiative to rescue them? Or do you dwarves actually have the courage to betray Supreme Star Soul and worship a Titan?"
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Magni blew his beard and scolded:
"Our respect for Khaz'goroth's skills in forging the world does not conflict with our following in the footsteps of World Mother. The dwarves' respect for the God of Forging is just a symbol of craftsmanship! Only if we master the various skills of the God of Forging can we better serve the great cause of World Mother.
But how can I expect Orcs's brain to understand such a complex concept?"
The human emperor and Sun King did not participate in the argument between the dwarf and Orcs. Lothar put down the telescope in his hand and said to Kael'thas next to him with a serious face:
"The demons of Antorus, the Burning Throne are simply crazy. Their enthusiasm for killing each other is even more enjoyable than their invasion of Material World. They are truly the "sons of destruction". They enjoy destroying their own people."
"Who says it isn't?"
Kael'thas shrugged, looking at the battlefield ahead that was ravaged by Frostmourne's wind of death, he whispered:
The power of "Eredar" and "White-clad Death God" has obviously surpassed that of demigods. Although the three gods of death share the same power of death, this does not represent the true combat power of the three of them.
Velen The prophet was so favored in Holy Light, and the gifts he received after embracing death were exaggerated.
I can't imagine how future generations of Eredar would describe him, but in our time, we can no longer find a soul as noble as his."
"Well, the prophet Consecration did everything for his people. This is the true attitude of a leader."
Lothar stroked his stubble and said:
"He is the Holy Spirit in the light and the sage after death. We are here today to follow and record the legend of White-clad Death God, the god of racial death. Perhaps we should also think more about this aspect for our own ethnic group and people.
As leaders who lead people in an extraordinary world, we cannot only consider the glory of our subjects during life, but also the dignity after death."
To put it bluntly, these two guys came here for a "field investigation" and planned to refer to Eredar's process of creating a racial death god and create a similar symbol for their people.
After all, in this era, the information about the mysterious Shadowlands is no longer a secret. After the collapse of the destiny led by Eternal Arbiter, the new order of Land of the Dead has not yet been established. Without the protection of the racial god of death, the dead of all races in Shadowlands are destined to be displaced.
As the monarch of Mortal realm, they have to consider these.
And in the midst of this conversation, two roars resounded across the battlefield, one after another, rang out from the shaking Burning Throne, and the two dwarves Warrior immediately became excited.
Muradin blew his beard and shouted:
"My forging hammer is vibrating! The god of craftsman Khaz'goroth has awakened! He is there, in the demon's throne, and we must awaken him from the bewitchment of Fel."
"You go ahead!"
Little Hellscream waved his hand and said:
"We have another evil god to kill. How should I put it? I wish both of us a happy "god-killing" today."