Azeroth’s Death Track

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A few days later, Tike Dios returned to Azeroth, and as expected, its "companions" were waiting for its news.

"Talk about it."

Still in the shack of the Demon Clan, Casanathil leaned on the chair and looked at Tikdios with a playful eye. There was a trace of burns on the guy's body, obviously , This time it suffered a lot.

The other dreadlords also looked at Tike Dios. Of course, the problem they thought was that this guy actually came back alive...and his life was really big.

"boom"

One thing was put back on the table. It was the "Hammer of Kazgros" that Tikdios had taken away before. The stone hammer shone with a blue halo, which looked just like before.

"I dedicated it to the Dark Titan, and Lord Sargeras is very satisfied with our work!"

Tike Dios glanced at the other dreadlords, and he said in a humble tone:

"Through the Hammer of Kazgros, Lord Sargeras confirmed the position of the Titan Spirit scattered among the stars, but those holy spirits are protected by the magic of the mysterious watcher Nogannon, so the dark Titan needs some time to break that magic. , But Lord Sargeras still gave the order to continue our search for the remaining pillar of creation."

"The most important of these is the "Eyman Eye" placed in the city of the Sura Mashadore Elves, the only strongest time-related **** among all the pillars of creation."

"As long as we find it and confirm the location of the **** Amansur, Lord Sargeras’ greatest threat among the stars will be removed, and considering that we may need the power of this hammer, we are in charge of the Governor Lord Aggramar of this matter asked me to bring the hammer back, and he lifted the seal of the hammer, and now we can use its power."

Tike Dios stopped, and he glanced at Casanatil’s face, who was sad and unhappy, and did not seem to be surprised by the news. The first lord of Nasrezm raised the table with a new hand The stone hammer on it, sure enough, the hammer of Kazgros who would instinctively counterattack as long as he touched the evil energy became docile, and holding this stone hammer, Casanathir had a kind of grip on the mountains a feeling of.

"go on..."

The first lord did not raise his head and said, Tikdios did not dare to refute, and continued to say:

"In recognition of our contribution to the cause of the Legion, Lord Agrama taught us the command of all the demons of Marton Planet. In addition, the 33 Starfield Legions near Argus and Azeroth The main force will continue to arrive in the star field where Azeroth is located. As long as we find the pillar of creation, these legions will attack together and destroy Azeroth completely."

"Ok?"

Casanatil raised his head and looked at Tikdios and asked softly:

"So, who is the commander of the 33 legions?"

This question, which went straight to the core of the question, caused the sweat on Tikdios's forehead to rush out, and it stuttered:

"Yes... it's a fraudster, Kil'jaeden..."

"boom"

As soon as the words fell, Tikdios's cheek was severely pawed, and in the blood-spattering of the evil energy, its entire body was stepped on the foot by Casanathir, the first lord Exuding apathetic and murderous murder, he stared at Tikdios in death, saying one by one:

"That's how you do it? We spent so much energy! We paid so much! In the end, Kil'jaeden made a wedding dress! Say! Did you betray us and re-enter the fraudster's arms? "

The other dreadlords also approached with a vicious face, and Barnazar said awkwardly:

"Why don't we kill it, boss, this **** is a cartilage, and it must have colluded with Kil'jaeden and robbed us of our victory!"

"Cut off its head and draw its soul out!"

Varimathras is also unwilling, and it takes more than two years for the dreadlords to get the Pillar of Creation. Only with such a benefit, it is obviously unsatisfactory.

And Tikdios, who had long guessed this result, had already typed the abdomen on the way back, and he pretended to panic and shouted:

"No! No! My words are not clear! You guys, listen to me!"

"The order of the Dark Titan is to let Kil'jaeden cooperate with us and look for the Pillar of Creation first, that is, before the Pillar of Creation is picked up, it has to listen to our command!"

"Oh, but the Pillar of Creation will soon be taken together, but that is the order of Lord Sargeras, who dares to delay it indefinitely... In the end, you have done something wrong, you traitor!"

Barnazal patted Tikdios's cheeks with sharp claws, and **** wounds appeared on the face of the dreadlord. The pain caused Tikdios to tremble, like a quilt. The old dog who had broken his spine, the latter flashed a little bit of ruthlessness on his face stained with green blood, and he looked at the other dreadlords and shouted:

"Just kill Kil'jaeden before taking the Pillar of Creation! The control of the 33 legions will be ours forever!"

The shout made other dreadlords change their faces, and a strange smile appeared on Casanathir’s face. It removed the hoof that stepped on Tikdios’ chest and reached out to lift Tikdios from the ground. He pulled it up and patted the dust on his body with a gesture of intimacy.

"That's right."

The first lord stretched his arms around the **** Tick Dios and said to the other two dreadlords:

"This is the answer I want, brothers."

Casanathir beckoned to the other two dreadlords. After sitting down, he looked at his companion's doubtful expression, and then whispered:

"To be honest, the news brought back by Tikdios has made me unexpectedly satisfied. You have now clearly seen the cold reality. As long as Kil'jaeden will not die for a day, we will never think about going one step further, fraud. The person wants to control the legion in one hand, it will not allow the challenger to appear, but our merits have been passed back to Lord Sargeras, and it can’t suppress us anymore."

"Kill it, no, no, no such straightforward words, it should be, an accident..."

The claw of the first lord like a short sword collided in the air, and in the sparks, it lowered the sound:

"Azeroth has buried Archimonde. This is a very evil world. No one knows better than us. Kil'jaeden doesn't believe in this evil. His reckless persistence will step into this world. In the traps that the barbarians set for it, everything will come naturally, and when poor Kil'jaeden dies here, it's our turn to play!"

"We have the power that Lord Sargeras personally endowed. Who dares to provoke us? No one! By that time, it would be the command of 33 legions! Brothers, where can we go? The entire stars will become our galloping hunting ground. !"

"more importantly..."

Casanatil's eyes narrowed, and he said like a viper spitting believers:

"The best part is that we don’t even need to intervene, we just need to pass the news of Kil'jaeden to the barbarians of this world...they will help us solve this trouble!"

"The indigenous barbarians of the evil gates of Azeroth have this ability, don't they?"

The other dreadlords did not answer. This group of cunning wits with dark wisdom had a good chance to fight. Once they were required to play their lives in person, as they are now, no one would like to be the first bird.

"Oh, this is the time. Even if you don't want to, you have no other way to go, unless you are willing to continue to be a horse and a horse under Kil'jaeden!"

Casanathir seems to have guessed this scene long ago, and he waved his paw somewhat intentionally:

"Come on, go do your own thing. If you continue to hesitate, when that time comes, I will do it myself. When I am in power, don’t say I didn’t give you a chance... Go back and take good care of me Think about it, some time..."

"Tic Dios, you stay!"

The furthest one of the three dreadlords who walked to the door stopped suddenly, while Banazzar and Varimathras patted the **** Tick Dios with sarcasm and sarcasm. The character of the new boss is unsuitable to describe with a straight eye. This time Tike Dios did a bad job, and it must have passed without such a simple thing.

This guy is in trouble tonight.

After the two other dreadlord lords left, Casanathir stood up. With his eyes closed, he swept the entire camp of the demon clan with strong spiritual power. After confirming that there were no other listeners, this first The lord seemed to put down his disguise completely, and the expression on his face became lazy.

Behind it, Tichondrius's eyes became dazed, and in a trance, Antonidas' soul regained control of the body.

"How is it going?"

Turalyon put down his disguise and looked at his fellow. The latter nodded wearily, and the two dreadlords used spiritual links to communicate:

"I went to see Sargeras, as expected, our disguise couldn't hide him, and he easily discovered my existence."

Antonidas said in a heavy tone:

"Tirion is true, even without the Burning Legion, Sargeras can easily destroy Azeroth by himself. You have not seen the power of the dark Titan in person, no, that is already It can’t be described by power. Just covering the will can remind people of the horror scene of the planet breaking and the sun collapsing. I am afraid that the word "spirit" can’t describe him."

"Just as Tyrion said... Compared to Sargeras himself, the threat of the Burning Legion is hardly worth mentioning."

The Archmage was a little scared, and said with some relief:

"Fortunately, we also have a Titan on our side... Elune, the moon **** in the mouth of the elves, the spirit of the world in Azeroth, the Titan that has not yet awakened, I did not expect that she actually exists, we actually still Rely on her as the final counterattack..."

Turalyon nodded slowly. He was concerned about another issue:

"Do you think that Tyrion's extremely risky plan is likely to succeed?"

This time the Archmage did not answer immediately. He thought for a moment before nodding slowly:

"The probability of success is very small, but Sargeras is indeed looking for the spirit of the lost Titan. He has found one, Aggramar, and he is corrupted into a fallen Titan, which proves that the souls of the Titans still have Powerful power, the pillar of creation is useless in our hands, and the sleeping Elune can’t perceive the position of other Titans. Even if it does, the current civilizational powers of Azeroth can’t use them. Wake up, so it might as well be handed over to Sargeras!"

Antonidas habitually grabbed his beard, but grabbed an empty space. He now controls the body of the dreadlord, which makes the Archmage sigh for a while:

"At least the Dark Titan can locate the souls of those Titans, and only he has the ability to capture the souls of the sleeping Titans in the vast sea of ​​stars. When he collects those souls, we may still find a way to remove them from Agu Si brought back to Azeroth...if we don’t take this risk, we probably won’t get anything.”

"Look how desperate we are."

Turalyon couldn't help but clenched his fists, he said a little unwillingly:

"Actually adopting this crazy method to protect yourself and the whole world, etc., and you said Sargeras recognized you, would he tell the fraudster this news? Do you need to hide it for a while? "

"No! I don't think he will do this!"

A little light flashed in Antonidas' eyes:

"Although Sargeras did not respond positively, it is clear that our challenge has attracted his interest. He will not actively destroy our struggling to survive, just like the giant would not care about the resistance of the ants under the feet... let alone , I can feel that the Dark Titan does not seem to trust the demons under his command completely, and the fraudster seems to have some dissatisfaction with the Dark Titan."

"Sageras obviously trusts his former brothers and sisters more. He intends to form a dark pantheon... indicating that he is also aware of the limitations of singles, he also needs allies... On the battlefield against the void, also Only a Titan that can rival him is eligible to be his ally."

The Archmage stroked the dreadlord’s smooth forehead, finished his guesses, and then said all the recent information about the Legion in his memory:

"The fraudster did not intend to rush to Marton immediately. On the contrary, in the last few days, it will send several subordinates to carry a raid on Marathon to Azeroth. I glanced at it before I left. Battle plan, the target should be in the Tomb of Sargeras, as if to bring something out of it."

"Oh, that's right! Turalyon, the fraudster is still trying to deal with you. He is very dissatisfied with your active performance, wants to let you die by accident, and it seems that it no longer trusts the undead Scourge, and, finally A very important news...Wings of death, come back..."

"Well, the news is valuable. We need to send it to Tyrion as soon as possible... wait, who did you just say is coming back?"

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