In the Twisting Nether, in the Burning Legion's new fortress, the Eredar Twins were huddled together as they convulsed. They were suffering the most terrible punishment.
Other than their skulls, there were countless needle-like objects that kept injecting low-purity dark energy into their bodies. On the other side, a huge, strange, octopus-like tentacle was sucking the dark energy out of the holes in their skulls.
This was forcefully reducing their power, and in the process, giving them the greatest pain. It was a classic double punishment of the soul and body.
Suddenly, a huge red shadow with a blazing aura descended. It was the commander of the Burning Legion, Kil 'jaeden.
Something must have been flipped, and the convulsing Gemini fell to the ground! Unable to catch her breath, the Gemini immediately knelt down to thank Kil 'jaeden.
"Thank you! Great master! Thank you for your mercy! "the Gemini said in unison.
"I hate mercy." Kil 'jaeden's voice rumbled. "Because mercy means that my idiot underlings have messed up the plan, and I have no other replacements to replace them. Can your stupid brains even begin to understand the feeling of being twice as angry? "
The Gemini's beautiful and charming body was trembling uncontrollably. Suppressing the fear in their hearts, the Gemini nodded like chicks pecking at grains.
"I am very disappointed with the dimensional trap plan. You have placed your hopes on the traitors of the legion and the uncontrollable false gods. It is wrong in itself. "
The Gemini kowtowed and begged for mercy.
"Next time, I hope to see a perfect result. I am not interested in the process. I only want the result. If it fails again, I think many lords will be interested to see how I put the two of you, who claim to be beautiful, into the body of a green-skinned Lesser Demon with Eternal Transfiguration. "
After saying that, Kil 'jaeden's huge shadow that was enough to fill the entire hall disappeared, leaving only two female Demon Lords who were trembling non-stop, still trapped in the deepest fear.
The Lesser Demons were the lowest and most lowly existence in the Burning Legion. They were not even qualified to be cannon fodder. No demon would care about the life and death of a Lesser Demon, including any other individual of the Lesser Demon race.
Which Void Duke didn't kill their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood? He could even become an overlord. Just this identity alone was enough to make him the target of envy and hatred from billions of demons.
If Gemini really fell to the point of becoming an Inferior Demon, the number of people who would do violence to them could definitely fill up any planet.
The twins looked at each other. There was no need for words. They had known each other for more than 20,000 years, and they could understand each other's thoughts with just a glance.
Apart from their deepest fear, they also felt a strong sense of unwillingness. In their eyes, the key to their failure this time was that Azeroth's protective shield was still strong.
Although any Void Lord could sense that the magic circle left behind by the Pantheon Titan had weakened, it was still functioning well.
At the very least, this could be considered an experiment.
It was obviously Kil 'jaeden's mistake, but unfortunately,' the master is always right '. Once there was a mistake, it must be the servant's fault.
The twins could only take the blame for this failure. Anyway, the Eredar Tribe would never lack cunning and capable female demons.
Duque didn't know about the tragedy of the Eredar Twins, nor would he care about it. He watched Angela's monster movie with the magic mirror while ordering the Air Fleet to head south to support William.
Stormwind didn't have a Ranger team that could fight against the Jungle Trolls. This time, William used a more simple and violent method.
Stranglethorn Vale's terrain was relatively gentler than Zuaman's, which allowed the dwarven steam tanks to be put to good use. Furthermore, the three Bronzebeard brothers had always been fond of William. For this southern expedition to Zul 'gurub, Magni brought out the strongest [Lightning] tank army for William to command.
The cannons were roaring, and the sound of explosions that symbolized destruction reverberated throughout Stranglethorn Vale. The Dwarves used the cannons that Duque had taught them to plough a five-kilometer-wide path of death in the northern region of Stranglethorn Vale.
What? Concealment?
That didn't exist.
Unless the Trolls could instantly turn their skin from green to black like the scorched earth like a chameleon, even if they could survive the terrifying volley of cannons, they wouldn't be able to pass through the line of death that followed.
The front row was made up of three layers of human swordsmen, shieldbearers, and pikemen. The middle row was made up of dwarven musketeers and harpooneers standing on steam armored vehicles. The back row was made up of a mix of mortars and archers.
With the addition of the Dalajan Mages, no Trolls would be able to pass through this 50-meter-long zone of death.
At night, the flares and expensive magic searchlights lit up the entire front line as if it was daytime. The Trolls didn't stand a chance at all.
Even if the Trolls sent out the Gurubashi Berserkers, which were as large as the Ogres, it would only increase the number of targets.
The new soldiers all expressed that they could shoot live targets, and their experience points increased rapidly.
The battle that had been going on for the past few days was more like a planned massacre than a battle.
However, the Alliance's luck ended when they advanced to Zul 'gurub.
As one of the most important cities of the Ancient Troll Empire, Zul 'gurub's terrain could be said to be easy to defend and difficult to attack.
Between the endless mountains, there was a river that wasn't considered deep but was abnormally turbid. There were nightmarish things everywhere.
In every bush, there could be several or even dozens of venomous snakes jumping out to take your life.
Every object that looked like dead wood by the river could very well be a ferocious crocodile. Every time the soldiers went to fetch water, they had to tremble in fear.
Inside the river, there were piranhas that could gnaw a living person into a boneless, fleshless human in a minute.
However, the mechanized infantry division that the Alliance was so proud of couldn't be deployed in such a terrain.
William, Bu Laing, and the other higher-ups of the Alliance were simply at their wits' end with the current situation. Yet, every day, there were close to a hundred casualties among the soldiers. The morale of the Alliance dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Magni doted on William so much that he didn't even inform Duque. He secretly brought the newly built Flying Warship, Iron Hammer, to Zul 'gurub in an attempt to replicate Duque's success with the Amani Trolls.
It was a pity that Magni and William had suffered a huge loss this time.
A group of bats appeared. There were more than 10,000 of them, each the size of a pony. This terrifying number, coupled with the presence of the high-level Troll Priest, Yekrick.
[Iron Hammer] crashed on its first voyage. More than 800 dwarves and human soldiers died along with it.
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