Chapter 809 22.Argus VS Argus, Only by knocking down the past can we reshape the future.
When Velen's undead army finally climbed onto Antorus, the Burning Throne's city wall, the demon army that Kil'jaeden wanted to obtain was finally assembled.
According to its order, the most ferocious, die-hard and elite demons scattered throughout Argus Land have been summoned to Burning Throne, and under the order of the Conqueror, they have re-armed Holy Land of Fel.
The cruel bastards are finally back in command.
They returned to the battle mode that Burning Legion was most accustomed to in the past 20,000 years. With the Conqueror personally taking command, when the vengeful undead poured into the city wall, White-clad Death God Velen and his undead didn't feel much at all, but other supporters who cooperated with the undead's advance immediately felt the "familiar smell".
Back!
All are back!
The ruthless grassroots demons who are not afraid of death, the cunning and wandering mid-level commanders, the Greater Demon who takes command and boosts morale, and the spellcaster demons who provide brutal fire support at the right moment.
The familiarity of these damn Burning Crusade is back.
Every time there is this quagmire-like feeling of sluggishness, it means that a cruel and crazy demon war is about to take place, and today is obviously no exception.
The Conqueror gathered all the professional thugs it could find here, apparently intending to use the hands of the vengeful undead to help Eredar and the universe Xinghai reunite in his "last dance" before going to hell. He gave the Fel camp a final blow, which had already begun to decline, and used it as his "resignation letter" to Fel Force and his "job search letter" to Death Force.
Obviously, under the current situation, both Fel Force and Death Force are very satisfied with it.
The former is happy because a shocking destruction is about to take place, and the latter is excited because he will capture a soul that can make Shadowlands great again.
The magical and almost impossible "win-win" was thus achieved.
The question is, Fel and death are indeed a win-win situation, so who bears the price?
The answer seems clear, but it doesn't seem so clear.
At this moment, at the central point from Burning Throne to Cosmic Flame Temple, Kil'jaeden is sitting on the throne of its former monarch, closing its eyes and relaxing. It will not set foot on the battlefield again at this moment.
It has done everything it should do, and the next step is to wait for the promised beautiful death to be delivered to it by its own brother.
"The Conqueror, many Man'ari lords under your command will never come back."
A Doomguard lord stepped forward and wanted to "enter the slander". Even though it was an urgent time, the devil's inherent evil nature still made her want to see a small chaos promoted by her own hands.
She whispered:
"They went to recruit troops under your orders, but they escaped in the chaos. This behavior obviously needs to be severely punished."
"Let them be."
Kil'jaeden was too lazy to pay attention, and leaned on the throne with his eyes closed, waving his hand and saying:
"Don't say these boring things in my ears. If they can really slip away before Argus's doomsday, even I will praise them for doing a great job. Oh, the idiots really have no need to pay attention. They are completely incomprehensible. Their the One retreat lies in my destiny.
That's all.
That's it, you!
Go to the front lines and do what you have to do, and don't bother me here."
The Conqueror's cold voice made Lord Doomguard shake his body. With the helplessness of failing to succeed in his little conspiracy, the Doomguard Witch Lord left Kil'jaeden's temple and was about to go to the position he was responsible for when he suddenly heard a terrifying explosion.
She raised her head with a pale face, and saw that Fallen Titan Khaz'goroth was being violently hit with a shield by Argus.
The battle between the two Lesser God giants completely destroyed the palace inside Burning Throne, just like the poor city in a tokusatsu drama that collapsed in pieces during the fight between Light Sawman and the tragic little monster.
This is not necessarily a bad thing. After all, although the collapse of the building prevents the demons from passing through in time, it also hinders the progress of the crazy group of vengeful undead, allowing the demon positions placed by Kil'jaeden to have more time to readjust.
By the way, give the intelligent demon some time to "write a suicide note".
However, the group of demons is really weird.
When facing a desperate situation, most demons will choose to give it a go, but there are also those guys with strange brain circuits who choose to face the "classic tactics" of Vigilant.
The Destroyer Witch lord saw with his own eyes the two imp elders grabbing each other's weapons and stabbing each other crazily with weird smiles.
They are committing suicide.
This prevents the soul from being unable to return to Twisting Nether for resurrection smoothly due to various interferences.
To be honest, even the passing Lord Destroyer Witch was a little moved when he saw this weird "tactic to avoid fighting".
But it's just a heartbeat.
The imps are the lowest level of demons. Even if the elders of the imps die, they will not lose much strength. There is only so much power in the first place. Those who are barefoot are not afraid of wearing shoes.
But if a Greater Demon like her commits suicide in this stupid way and returns to Twisting Nether, then after she is resurrected and bears the condemnation of Twisting Nether Will of Destruction, her strength will definitely plummet, and she may even fall directly out of the ranks of the great Demon Lord.
Twisting Nether doesn't care whether you die or not.
Will of Destruction only cares about whether your death is "wonderful" enough and "destructive" enough!
Anyway, here, "life" is a consumable. All demons with ambitions and pursuits must use every life of theirs properly to exchange for something valuable for themselves and the Fel camp.
The more you exchange in one death, the happier Fel will be. As long as Fel is happy, he will reward you with visible gifts.
Twisting Nether's rules have always been simple and crude. After all, with the devil's brain, you can't expect them to understand more advanced things.
Just do it and it's done!
"What a shame! How can we demons have such shameless bastards like you? You must realize your shame after you reply to Twisting Nether!"
Destroyer Witch Lord cursed fiercely.
She showed a very contemptuous look, and then quickly left here to avoid being affected by the battle between Khaz'goroth and Argus again.
However, on her way back to her position, she accidentally saw the mana floating island being hit by the Fel cannon. Part of it peeled off and fell, and there were several clear figures dancing and falling to the ground of Burning Throne, which happened to be near her position.
Is that the mage from Azeroth?
Destroyer Witch Lord rolled her eyes, and a good way to "get the best of both worlds" suddenly came to her flexible mind.
A moment later, the unlucky Dalaran spellcaster Wilfred Fizban was limping and trying to find his companions. As a result, a big Demon Lord appeared in front of the dwarf Warlock, almost frightening Wilfred's soul.
The worst thing is that the dwarf Warlock and Soul Stone have been used in the previous fall to death.
He has no other way to protect his soul. Once he dies here, his soul will enjoy a one-way journey of Shadowlands, and he will also change jobs from a well-known Warlock to Death Faction to become a "well-known Lich"
Well, thinking about it this way, it doesn't seem like there's anything terrible about it.
After all, Death Faction has been recruiting people within Xinghai recently, and Maldraxxus Ritual Court's "admissions flyers" have been sent to Dalaran.
The series of benefits listed above made Wilfred Fizban, who had encountered a "bottleneck" in the Warlock way, a little excited.
The most important thing is that at this time, I represent Azeroth, the warrior who came to conquer the devil. I must be alert and not lose my position!
So, the dwarf Warlock, who had just been resurrected with Soul Stone, and whose legs were still trembling, tried hard to hold his urine, raised his broken wand, and took out his magic seal to summon the devil to fight with the Greater Demon in front of him!
But the next second, before Wilfred could throw out harsh words, he was slapped away by Lord Destroyer Witch with his claws. His short body flipped in the air for more than ten times before landing. Then he looked up and saw the ferocious Greater Demon holding his magic seal and skillfully using the summoning spell to summon Wilfred's demon servants.
Before the silly Demon Guard could roar, he was brutally destroyed by Greater Demon with its claws.
Not only was it killed, even Dragon Soul was extracted.
This scene made Wilfred cover his eyes in despair. However, the next second.
"Contract me!"
The female devil handed the free magic seal to the desperate dwarf Warlock. With a very serious expression on her charming face, she said to the dwarf Warlock:
"I will not resist. I will also use my spiritual power to help you complete the contract and ensure that your contract with the demigod Demon Lord goes smoothly. With my help, your journey to Warlock will be smooth sailing.
Of course, the price is that in front of outsiders, I call you master, but in private, you have to work as a cow or a horse for me.
This is not a slavery contract, please remember it clearly, this is a master-servant contract."
"Ah?"
Dwarf Warlock people are stupid.
With a bruised nose and a swollen face, he could not understand the brain circuit of Greater Demon in front of him, but a spell caster who could be Warlock and reach the level of master Warlock naturally had his own set of logic.
He blinked and quickly understood what Greater Demon wanted to do.
"Hahaha."
Wilfred, whose nostrils were still bleeding, jumped up. With a gray face, he put his hands on his hips and said loudly in a sharp voice:
"Master-servant contract? What a beautiful idea you have! It's not me who needs to be saved now. If I die, I can still go to Maldraxxus to be Lich. What about you? When you made this "Cowardly Survival" decision, the punishment of Will of Destruction has already come.
I am Warlock!
Don't try to trick me. You know what will happen if you go back to Twisting Nether. The so-called Eternal Life immortality of the demons can no longer protect you. You can only hide in the shadow of order.
Therefore, it must be an equal contract at least, Greater Demon. No one of us should try to trick anyone else, I don't want to die, and you also need a "soul backup", so everyone supports each other and gets what they need?"
"Humph."
Destroyer Witch Lord curled his lips.
She told herself in her heart that this was her choice to sacrifice herself to join the order camp to collect intelligence for the great cause of Fel, and then she happily completed an equal contract with this dwarf Warlock.
In this way, after she dies in this damn Argus doomsday today, her soul returns to Twisting Nether. If something unfortunate happens, she can be summoned by Wilfred to Material World to recuperate. Even if she is in a weak state, it will be much better than staying in Twisting Nether, which has changed.
If she were a demon so fanatical that she embraced all destruction and war, she would never do this.
Unfortunately, the devil's undue wisdom "cursed" her.
It's really not easy to climb up to the big Demon Lord position. She doesn't want to lose everything overnight. Since this "broken ship" Burning Legion is about to sink, don't blame the rats on the ship for going their separate ways.
Well, Greater Demon, who identifies himself as the "mouse" of Twisting Nether, seems to be really smart.
However, these "devil escape tricks" obviously cannot affect the powerful confrontation that Burning Throne is experiencing at this time. The undead of Velen have already penetrated the city wall with the dual support of strong firepower and resurrection of the undead. Those Eredar Vengeful Spirit who long for revenge and rest are like a torrent impacting the entire front line.
In the realm above mortals, Argus Lord had already knocked down Khaz'goroth. He didn't even stop to execute the Star Sea Forger who still had a trace of consciousness, and strode deeper into Burning Throne with Thunderblade and his shield.
Behind Argus Lord, the dwarves and their holy allies were dealing with the fallen Fallen Titan.
Saviors hold Heart of Azeroth and call out the power of World Mother, allowing them to temporarily advance to a higher form, crush Khaz'goroth's fallen body, and release his Titan Soul again.
He and Aman'Thul have not been completely corrupted. Although they are trapped by Fel's suppression and driving, they can still retain their final sanity.
Especially when Blackhorn appeared with Khaz'goroth's Sacred Hammer in his hand, the Star Sea Forger, who was in an extremely embarrassed state after being attacked wildly by Saviors, really regained his consciousness for a moment. In that moment of clarity, he, who was driving the fire of the forging world, took the initiative to meet his own chest. Without any defense, he was hit in the chest with a hammer from Blackhorn.
The impact of the terrifying power of the mountains and rivers caused Khaz'goroth's fallen body to burst into millions of cracks like hard-hit glass.
However, Fel's control recaptured him in the next moment, and the terrifying cosmic flames enveloped and burned Blackhorn, almost burning this guy to death in the sky.
The weak Blackhorn fell on the chaotic battlefield. Seeing several Greater Demon rushing towards him with great momentum, the black Dragonheart shouted "My life is at stake".
At today's intensity, it is normal for Lesser God to die!
What's more, what about a demigod like him who has become a "large super soldier" in Force Conflict?
But just when Blackhorn was about to fight to the death, a group of guys he had never thought of suddenly appeared beside him in the flash of Arcane's glory.
The one-armed Odin roared and waved his lightning halberd and pounced forward, blocking those Greater Demon, while Thorim and Hodir also stepped forward to meet the enemy, Ra-den and Freya landed next to Blackhorn. The guardian of life treated Blackhorn, while Ra-den bent down and stretched out his hand to him.
"Borrow that holy hammer!"
Ra-den said loudly:
"We are here to welcome Lord Khaz'goroth back to Pantheon. I need to use this holy hammer to try to peel off his soul. He is the forger! As long as he is willing, the broken body can be reshaped by him in the blink of an eye."
"Give."
Blackhorn threw the holy hammer to Ra-den, watched Storm Guardian drive Thunder into the air, and pounced on the World Forger in the background of Mimiron screaming and projecting all kinds of random engineering rockets to bombard the battlefield.
The Black Dragon took a breath and looked at Ms. Freya who was treating him, and asked:
"Is the installation of Everything Unification Field completed?"
"Other components are completed, only Origin Engine is left, but that thing must be installed near World Heart. Before Argus Lord purifies Extinguisher, Origin Engine cannot be installed in place."
Freya sighed and said:
"But Argus Lord's war belongs to him alone, and we are unable and unable to intervene. Now we can only pray that he is strong enough and will not be defeated by Extinguisher.
Otherwise, once Extinguisher takes back all Star Soul Fragment, a Fel true god of the same rank as Sargeras will be born to tear the world apart in an instant."
"No! Vigilant will not allow this to happen."
Blackhorn struggled to get up and tried to flap his wings, but at this moment he suddenly asked in hindsight:
"You just said you would welcome Khaz'goroth back to Pantheon, but Aman'Thul was also released. Where is he? You don't plan to want the Father of the Gods?"
"Shh."
Freya raised his finger and said to Blackhorn with a straight face:
"This is not a dangerous secret that you should pry into at your level. If you still have the energy left, lead the dragons who come to help to clear the way for Orcs's troops. They are going to conquer Aggramar, and that is Titan Soul who must return to Pantheon."
"Bang"
Argus Lord's feet finally stood in his "birthplace".
This is World Heart of Argus. It is not in the core of the star in the true sense, but is in a place where reality and illusion intertwine.
This obviously does not conform to space science and physics, but buddy, we have all witnessed the Titan battle, so don't talk about physics here.
Physics is long dead in the Azeroth universe.
When Argus carried Thunderblade and shield and walked towards the mixture of Fel and Creation Force that turned into a scarlet light group, a pair of cruel eyes also quietly lit up at this moment.
"Give me the pieces of my consciousness, my ownership of this world, my promise to my children, and give 'me' back!"
Argus Lord roared, and Extinguisher, who was more powerful, ferocious and ruthless than him, didn't say a word, but slowly stood up from the red magma. He casually grabbed a handful of Gleam's glowing red Star Sea War Scythe and fell into the palm of his hand.
"I'll hold the retreat for you."
Vigilant's voice sounded in Argus Lord's ears, and with the golden stream of light blooming behind him, he said:
"Go, defeat the humiliating past, and regain the power and future of existence."