The Forsaken's troops and the mutated demons were fighting in a flat, empty area at the edge of Tirisfal. When we arrived with Cirvanas and her trusted troops, the mutated demons had long since disappeared. There were only broken weapons scattered on the ground, as well as hundreds of corpses of the Forsaken. Although they were already corpses, they looked even more corpses now. Fine, I admit that I shouldn't have made such a comment under such a heavy atmosphere.
Cirvanas furrowed her eyebrows as she walked up and carefully flipped over a broken skeleton soldier's corpse. The moment her fingers touched the corpse, the seemingly unscathed bone club instantly shattered into pieces.
It was as uniform as the Dragon-Strengthening Bone Particles.
Cirvanas obviously didn't expect such a situation. She also couldn't understand what kind of attack could cause such an effect. Not only had all the bones in this unfortunate skeleton soldier's body been broken, but the shattering was also quite uniform. According to my visual estimation, the diameter of these Dragon-Strengthening Bone Particles should be no more than two millimeters apart. If she had enough time, Cirvanas was confident that she would be able to shatter even the hardest diamond into a pile of identical fragments. However, if she had to casually shatter a skeleton soldier into a pile of millet sized particles with identical diameters … To be honest, she didn't have such an ability.
However, I had thought of a few attacks that could cause such an effect, such as ultrasonic weapons or other similar energy shockwaves. However, such an attack would doubtlessly shatter the enemy's body in an instant, but it wouldn't be able to leave a skeleton soldier lying on the ground in perfect condition for several hours until Cirvanas came over and poked it with her finger to perform such a boring stunt for us.
Since I couldn't explain it from a scientific standpoint, the only explanation left was mysterious magic or some other type of energy. Regrettably, in this aspect, I was even more of an idiot than that half-baked Sandora.
It seemed that we wouldn't be able to find any more clues from this skeleton soldier's corpse. We focused our attention on our surroundings.
Based on the scattered weapons and the exaggerated crisscrossing cracks on the ground, I … couldn't analyze anything …
Didn't the books always say that the protagonist would be able to analyze all sorts of crucial information such as the names, ages, genders, addresses, hobbies, the number of people in their families, how many acres of land each person had, and whether they had temporary residence permits? Why can't I see anything?
That's why I believe that the protagonists in the books who are as awesome as those who have been in the mountains and forests of Vietnam for more than ten years upon arriving in this world are all lies.
"The battle ended in two minutes." Unlike a layman like me, Cirvanas was a bona fide old … I mean experienced ranger general. She only needed to analyze the scene of the battle to come to such a conclusion.
I immediately expressed great interest towards such a mystical skill. "How did you see through it?"
Sylvanas pointed at the ghost that was said to be a survivor that had followed us here. "He told me."
… Then why did you pretend to analyze it for so long?
Alright, let's put this problem aside for now. What we need to worry about is: How are these demons so powerful?
I admit that mutated demons are much stronger than ordinary demons. Compared to the mortals in the World of Azeroth, they are like Super Brothers who wear underwear on the outside. However, 500 well-trained soldiers of the Forsaken only lasted for less than two minutes against 30 mutated demons?
To put it bluntly, I also know that 100 soldiers of the Forsaken would definitely be annihilated against 30 mutated demons. Even if their numbers were doubled, they still wouldn't be able to escape. According to the information that Jaina provided us, it would require at least a dozen to a hundred well-trained soldiers to deal with a mutated demon. It is indeed impossible for 500 Undead Warriors to deal with 30 mutated demons. However, to be annihilated within two minutes, this result is a little too pitiful.
"Those mutated demons, are they really that powerful?"
Cirvanas calmly shook off the soldiers who were following him, and then whispered to me beside him.
"In fact, they have become even stronger. I suspect that their self-strengthening technology has gradually matured." I hesitated for a moment before finally making up my mind. "Also, I'm afraid that I have even worse news to tell you."
A red glint flashed across Sylvanas' eyes and she revealed a doubtful expression.
"We might have a group of rebels that joined the Burning Legion's camp."
Sylvanas didn't react for a moment. "Rebels? Whose? "
I awkwardly rubbed my nose and said, "Ours."
Sylvanas immediately looked at me in horror.
I knew that it was a little too hasty to reveal this matter to her, but the mutated demons' technology had obviously improved. It probably wouldn't be long before the Fallen Apostles came to this world. The Shiring Apostles' fighting style was too different from the natives of this world. By then, the leaders of the various races would probably be able to tell that there was a connection between the ridiculously powerful enemies and the 'God's Envoys'. When that time comes, it would definitely cause huge damage to the morale of our allied forces. Rather than causing such irreparable consequences, it would be better to give them a heads-up now.
"Don't look at me like that. There are also crafty and unreliable fellows among the Gods. Can't you let some internal strife occur among the people? In the end, Sargeras even became the big boss of the demons. "
"I understand." As expected of a leader, Sylvanas quickly calmed down in the face of such shocking news. "But this news is a little too shocking. It's fine to face a group of demons, but now we have to face a group of Gods …"
"Don't worry. When the time comes, leave those Fallen Apostles to us. Now, let me tell you this news …"
"I understand." Before I could finish, Sylvanas immediately nodded in understanding.
As expected, being a king's brain was really good. If this matter was placed on me, I would probably take a long time to react after the other party finished explaining. This shouldn't be something to be proud of, right?
Looking at the messy battlefield around us, Sylvanas frowned. "Now that those demons are nowhere to be seen, unless our ordinary soldiers gather in large numbers, they won't be a match for those demons hidden in the dark. Don't tell me that we have to call back all the external soldiers of Gloom City?"
I could see that Sylvanas' expression was very sullen. This was too normal. He had a large number of regular soldiers under his command, but they were forced to hide by less than thirty enemies. Anyone else would be unable to accept this. However, Gloom City's power was too weak. Sylvanas really couldn't bear to let his precious soldiers die in a meaningless assassination.
Just as Sylvanas was sullen, a sense of danger suddenly assaulted my heart.
Almost at the same time, Anveena, who was covered in surging Holy Light, rushed to our side. A pair of enormous wings instantly spread open, shielding us behind her.
"What's going on?" Sylvanas quickly entered a battle state as he asked in a low voice.
"I'm afraid that your soldiers don't intend to answer you now …"
I shook my head and smiled wryly as I pointed at the undead soldiers that were continuously gathering around us. They were the trusted guards that Sylvanas had brought with her. But now, the eyes of these soldiers, who were deeply trusted by the Queen, were glowing with a strange dark red light. They held their weapons in their hands as they closed in on us step by step.
"Master …" Anveena looked very uneasy. Even though she possessed great power, she was still a little maid whose ultimate goal in life was to become the world's number one maid (to reiterate, this life goal was really strange). Now that she was facing over a hundred ferocious undead soldiers, it was no wonder that she was so nervous.
Sylvanas naturally found it hard to believe that her most trusted soldiers had suddenly betrayed her. She gripped the longbow in her hands tightly and asked coldly, "Mordier, I need an explanation."
"They can't give you an explanation." I pulled on Anveena's glowing hand in midair, causing the highly nervous little ghost to descend. Then, I stretched my joints. "Because they are now slaves of the Chaos Abyss."
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