On this day, in the Super Void Fortress of the Twisted Nether, the demons were discussing the battle situation while waiting in boredom, as if they were celebrating a festival.
"Haha! I'm going to kill to my heart's content this time. "This was what the cruel Dread Guardian said.
"I'm lacking some fresh experimental materials. Remember to tell the idiots below not to kill all the natives." This was what the evil Eredar Warlock said.
No one expected that just as everyone was looking forward to a grand and magnificent victory, there would suddenly be movement in the incomparably huge circular teleportation portal.
There was no air in the Void, and there was no medium for sound to travel, so there was no sound.
However, this scene made every demon who witnessed this scene feel like they were hallucinating. There was a loud bang in their heads.
That was an uncountable number of demons.
They were all the lucky ones in the eyes of other demons, lucky enough to be the first to rush to Planet Azeroth.
Now, they were all back, in the form of corpses.
Most of these strong demons could survive for a long time even if they were thrown into the airless Void, into the terrifying polar regions, or in lava. Some demons did not even need air to survive, nor were they afraid of high temperatures and flames.
Now, they were all reduced to dust.
A hellhound's horn was pressed against the arm of a demon guard. The abyssal lord's belly button no longer had a shield-like waist plate hanging from it, but the skull of a female demon that looked like a specimen of Shivala. They were all torn to pieces and mixed into a ball, almost indistinguishable from each other.
"This … This is the Twisted Nether!" A demon in the Void Fortress said the greatest fear in the hearts of the demons.
Yes! Outside the Twisted Nether, no matter how many times they died, as long as their souls did not collapse, they could be resurrected countless times.
However, dying in the Twisted Nether, like this kind of demon whose soul and body were sent back together, was dead! There was no possibility of resurrection!
The huge teleportation portal formed by the twelve satellites as the fulcrum became a huge fountain, continuously spraying demon remains into the Twisted Nether.
No one could estimate how many demons there were in this place. Obviously, this number was definitely in the hundreds of thousands.
"What happened!?"
Kil 'jaeden, who was in charge of guarding and dispatching reinforcements, rushed over when he heard the news. As soon as he flew out of the Void Fortress, he saw a large piece of trash being spat out by the portal along with hundreds of larger pieces of trash.
The Archerons and Void Dukes were different from ordinary demons. Although they were in a sorry state, they didn't suffer too much damage.
"Archimonde?!" Kil'jaeden's eyes lit up. He finally met someone he could talk to. "What happened?"
If the low-level demons below died, then so be it. In any case, there were so many of them. It wouldn't hurt even if thousands of them died. But it was different for Demon Lords and Archimonde commanders. Even if he wasn't on good terms with Archerons, in terms of overall interests, Kil 'jaeden was still in line with Archerons.
When the magical Eredar language reached Archimonde's ears, he was still confused. "I don't know either! I just fought on the front lines. There was a guy who looked like a white deer who was very powerful. It took me a lot of effort to barely defeat him. All of a sudden, I was pulled back. "
"This is …" At this time, Kil'jaeden, who had regained his senses, remembered that there was someone else he could ask about this situation. That was the high-tier Void Lord in charge of the portal.
His thoughts were immediately interrupted, because Sargeras had actually returned.
His huge body was almost forcibly squeezed out of the portal.
The melted armor covered the fallen Titan from his neck to his feet. Sargeras's entire body exuded a black, violent magic. This magic was shockingly powerful. Just looking directly at it would be enough to stab one's eyes and cause pain.
In the Void Control Room, Tyrande endured the pain and bravely looked at Sargeras's evil face.
It was a face that was twisted and perfect.
About 15,000 years ago, Sargeras was still a handsome, almost perfect being.
Through Elune, Tyrande learned that the race of this creature was the one who created this world.
But now, this handsome face was filled with evil. His body was already dead, and his eyes were burning with flames. He was in an extremely chaotic state of emptiness.
Sargeras had sharp, poisonous fangs. He waved a long and thick tail behind him, and jagged scales protruded from the tip of the tail. His hands were curled with demonic claws, and he held an evil sword in one hand. Perhaps it was because of the explosion of the portal just now, only half of the sword was left. However, its serrated blade still looked very lethal.
"Infernal Affairs! You traitor! You still have the guts to stay here?! "Sargeras's roar set the tone for this strange turn of events!
Kil'jaeden and the Eredar Twins who were floating in the air turned pale. If Infernal Affairs was really a traitor, then they would also be in trouble!
How terrifying was the voice of the fallen Titan?
Even though they were at least 10,000 meters away, Duque and Tyrande could still feel the terrifying pressure. It was as if stars were crashing into them.
If not for Duke blocking the attack for Tyrande with a wave of his power, Tyrande might have died on the spot, her organs exploding into smithereens.
With a thought, the dark energy in Duque's body activated a small spell. Suddenly, an illusory projection of Sargeras' size appeared in the void. Over a billion demons heard Duque's voice, which was formed by dark energy waves.
"Haha! Sargeras, why don't you ask me why I'm still here instead of hiding like you think I am? "
Duque's calmness made the Burning Legion's Triumvirate uneasy.
This Infernal Affairs was too scary!
He snuck in silently, and like the other lords, accepted the ultra-high purity of dark energy baptism, but kept his heart. He passed all the tests, and with his unparalleled spatial magic, he climbed to the top of the Burning Legion.
Why hadn't he left yet?
The answer was simple!
He must have something up his sleeve!
"Haha! Let me tell you now, why did I name this portal [Mjolnir]? " Duque's face was dyed with black energy, and a smile that was terrifying even to a demon appeared.
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