Azeroth Trail of Light

"Step, step, step."

A deep voice sounded in this dark hall, mixed with the sound of the door being pushed open, a little rough, but in this absolutely quiet place, it seemed so abrupt and conspicuous.

This is not the first time Kil'jaeden has stepped into the deepest part of Antorus, into this darkened hall, but it is certain that the arch-demon would never want to come to this place.

Kil'jaeden's wings folded behind his body, and his scarlet tail flicked and flicked, representing the master's unhappy mood at this time. The Krokuun confrontation has been going on for 40 days! 40 days to hell! But the place was still impenetrable, and Kil'jaeden even tried to attack himself, but the combination of Velen and Dick made him return without success three times.

The ruins of Mac'Aree were also breached. Although the emergency war council regained the most important portal area after 3 hours, the area was already severely damaged, and those death knights did not know how to persuade With the help of the stubborn Legion of the Light, now the hidden rats are out in full force. The battle for Mac'Aree has begun.

"What a terrible situation!"

The fraudster walked in the darkness, a hint of ferocity and helplessness flashed in his dark green eyes. Although he didn't like Archimonde very much, he hoped that that guy was still alive, at least he could be resurrected quickly, because of the lack of high-end combat power is the most important reason for this 40 days of shame failure!

The expedition to Draenor caused the legion to lose high-level demon warlords such as Maronus, Brutallus, and Kazak. Even if it is broken, Archimonde was used by Medivh a few years ago. The last force was trapped in the void, and it has not been fully revived until now.

Although there are many warlords in Antorus, none of them can confront Dick and that damned Odin head-on. Mac'Aree's undead army is also beyond Kil'jaeden's expectations. Hasabel died on the spot. The Creator was rescued, and the Destroyer Witch, who was entrusted with an important task by Sargeras, disappeared. It seems that the possibility of death in battle is extremely high.

In the early stage of the expeditionary force's attack, Kil'jaeden didn't believe that he would fail, but now, he has tasted the bitter fruit of failure, and the most embarrassing thing is that he clearly has the decisive weapon in his hand, but the great demon just can't use it. , launching large starships to the ground, in the current form of Argus, 70% will cause catastrophic consequences.

"It's like fighting a mouse in a glass house!"

The big devil sighed. In the difficult situation before him, he had to think of a way to pick Dick and Odin out of the tortoise-like defense line, so as to expel those bastards who were not afraid of death.

The legion wins in numbers. Although the Iron Legion on the opposite side has no fear, will not retreat, and will fight to the death even if it is the last one, but under the absolute advantage, which is more than a hundred times superior in numbers, as long as those two troublesome bastards are killed, Legion is invincible in this world!

"Just find an opponent who can make them unable to care about others, Azeroth? Huh... wait, no matter what conspiracy you have! Next expedition, one charge... I will crush you!"

Kil'jaeden muttered to himself, Valagar's sudden appearance gave him the feeling at first that he was going to rescue the Creator's Titan Spirit, but when they started fighting on the two fronts of Krokuun and Mac'Aree At that time, the highly intelligent big devil immediately realized the meaning behind this move.

They are more like an advance army, sacrificed themselves for something, like precious time. The world is preparing for a war!

Unbelievable, right?

A civilization that has just left the ground brazenly prepares to attack Argus, the base camp of the powerful Burning Legion, on a cross-galaxy expedition, but Kil'jaeden doesn't think this is ridiculous. The failure of the Sharkan War has clearly told him that The King of Outland has mastered the correct method of using the Sagrit Keystone, and the Starfield Fleet that actually exists in that world, even though it is inferior, has the strength to fight head-on with the Legion.

Looking at Azeroth with the eyes of the past, it would be a disadvantage, and the death of several high-level demons has already caused enough losses for Kil'jaeden!

This expeditionary force, whose number was only 2W, persisted for 40 days under the siege of millions of demons. This has already sounded the alarm for him. Being able to use such an advance army as a sacrifice in exchange for time is enough to show that the future will come No matter how large the scale of the war is, Kil'jaeden has already sensed the danger, and he must eliminate this hidden danger as quickly as possible.

So he came here, the deepest part of Antorus, the eternally silent Broken Sword Hall.

This is not a good place. Even a demon of Kil'jaeden's level will feel uncomfortable walking here. He looked around and saw that the darkness here is very strange, and it cannot be illuminated with a torch. Yes, it is more like actively devouring all light, like having a life of its own.

It's very quiet here, but Kil'jaeden knows that this kind of quietness is just an appearance, and this place is actually an extremely noisy place, but he can't hear it, or in other words, the owner here doesn't want him to hear it, and he himself doesn't want to hear it , that voice that exists in the invisible but is almost immune to it, the voice that makes him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Yes, he didn't want to hear it.

"step, step, step"

The sound of low footsteps continued to resound in the Broken Sword Hall, and the moment it reached the very center, there was a low sound of breathing, like a giant beast swallowing water.

"call"

This voice broke the silence of the hall, as if a certain seal was opened, and the complete silence was torn apart, noisy, inaudible, as if thousands of people were whispering at the same time, that voice was deepest in Kil'jaeden's heart Exploding everywhere, his power was useless, unable to stop it, the whisper made the flames in the big devil's eyes jump up suddenly, and then fell down quickly.

"It's so difficult every time Fu comes here. I really hate this place. I don't know how you persisted. Are you interested in telling me how?"

Kil'jaeden's voice was like a greeting between old friends, but it was full of malice. The voice of the deep breathing restrained a bit. Mixed malice and unimaginable madness almost hit his face.

"roll!!!"

Accompanied by the mania of the owner of the voice, the invisible darkness was also dispelled at this moment, but it was more like being taken back by the breathing existence. The dark red flame illuminated the interior of the hall, but this flame was not just lit , in fact, it has always existed, but all the light has been swallowed by the darkness.

The creation style of this hall is definitely not the rough or twisted style of demons, nor is it dark green entwined with evil energy, but a dark red like rust. There are sculptures of sword blades on both sides of this hall, but they are Two broken long swords, and at the bottom of the hall, there is a complicated pattern, which looks like it has some special meaning attached to it.

But the most eye-catching thing is the existence sitting on the burning steel throne at the edge of the hall.

A giant of steel.

He wears a battle helmet in the style of Odin's winged helmet, like a gate of steel. He wears light warrior armor without shoulder armor. Judging by the size of a steel creature, he looks more like a naked upper body. His skin was cracked, and inside the torn wounds on his chest and shoulders, he could see blood flowing like magma.

He was leaning on the throne, on the armor of his fists and legs, there were sharp and ferocious flame barbs. When the big devil looked at it, it was as if he saw an insurmountable peak. Such undisguised jealousy, greed, and resentment!

This kind of attitude can't be fooled by those with keen senses, especially the existence in front of him. He opened his eyes, and what was lit in his pupils was a real pillar of flame, which was real tyranny. His expression was very calm, but the more It's calm, and it looks even weirder when paired with this chaotic and terrible atmosphere.

Almost like a madman.

"Get out of here or be torn apart by me!"

That deep voice sounded in the hall. The giant sitting on the burning steel throne didn't move, and even his expression didn't change. The voice seemed to appear out of thin air.

"In order to cast this body for you... I almost emptied my world."

Kil'jaeden did not leave, instead, he rubbed his chin with his sharp claws, and walked back and forth on the ground in front of the giant, "Sargeras said that you are the most important part of restoring world order, even though I can't see What's the use of bringing out a Titan Spirit who's so weak that he's been pulled into darkness, but... I'm willing to trust him one more time."

The big devil looked up at the giant who was sitting on the throne and was nearly 10 meters tall.

"Listen, Aggramar, titan who fell into darkness, for you I destroyed my world, now it's time for you to show your usefulness, invaders of Azeroth. Azeroth, you know Is it? That planet that hides the protoss and must be destroyed, yes, the invaders there have come to Argus, and there are two very troublesome beings among them."

"Oh, the great Kil'jaeden has an opponent he can't stand against?"

The voice sounded at this moment, full of some kind of sarcasm, "It sounds like you have given up."

The big devil didn't care, he spread his hands and talked eloquently,

"I admit that I can't beat them. It's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm not the same as Archimonde. Pure strength is of little use to me. Besides, isn't it because of you? Great Aggramar, I have already Can't wait to see you blast their way and bring them destruction and death."

"Tsk tsk tsk, the Titan, which originally symbolized hope and the future, has now become the messenger of death and destruction. It's really ironic, isn't it?"

Kil'jaeden seemed to deliberately provoke the giant in front of him, he took two steps forward, his voice became deeper,

"Don't struggle, Aggramar, you have fallen into darkness, you are no longer a guardian of the Pantheon, you are now a dog of Sargeras Of course, I am also I do not deny this, but don't show off you in front of me Strong will, hell! You bastard!"

"boom"

Kil'jaeden's fist hit Aggramar's leg, and he was breathing rapidly. The great demon himself didn't know why he was so angry every time he saw Aggramar, and couldn't control his anger. mood.

"Hoo hoo. After 3 days, I want to see Krokuun become a piece of scorched earth. Go, Deathbringer Aggramar, I have to go back to deal with other things. Let's see you on the battlefield of destruction."

The great demon withdrew his sore fist, but just as he turned around, the voice of thousands of people sounded again. It was Aggramar's voice, and it sounded like a guy who was extremely tired.

"You hate me because Sargeras ordered you to destroy your world in order to rebuild the titan. I know this, Kil'jaeden, you can't fool me, you love your world, even if you say There's no point in shouting about it, but I can see that you love it. You actually regret it too, don't you?"

"boom"

Kil'jaeden didn't answer, but strode out of the Broken Sword Hall and slammed the door shut.

It doesn't make sense for him not to regret it. He destroyed his own world with his own hands, and it doesn't make sense to love or not to love.