When the Great Empress Shakohir returned to the continent of Pandaria, it was already a full day later.

She hadn't revealed the contents of her "trip" to anyone else, but after she returned to Pandaria, she had become as much of a person as she had been, and she had become very cooperative with the Blightcaller's actions in the Dreaded Wasteland, and she had almost agreed to the several requests made by the Demolitionists, and she no longer had the arrogant and annoying look she had before.

"I have to get back to the Wasteland of Dread as fast as I can, it's been a day and two nights since I've been missing, and things may have gotten terrible."

The Great Empress Shacohir said to the dismantler in front of her:

"I will do my best to gather those legions and subordinates who are still subordinate to me, and I will also try my best to help you hold back the army of the Council, but I may not be able to participate in the counterattack against the Council of Karaksi, those old and immortal elders are each a master of playing with power, and the mantis demon society is a strict civilization, it is difficult to say how many troops are loyal to me now."

"I can understand that."

Skris the Dismantler stared at the Blightcaster Sect emblem pinned to the chest of the Great Empress Shakohir with his silvery-white compound eyes, and the spider demon very gently gathered the limbs like his hands, and it whispered:

"You don't need to be too nervous, now that we're allies, the Blightburner and the Spider Demon will do everything in their power to help the Mantis Kingdom break away from that old-fashioned and rotten tradition, you just need to attract the attention of the renegade legions, and Calaxives and the annoying heroes will be left to us."

"Hmm."

The Empress glanced with some trepidation at the Grand Druid Deer Helmet standing beside the dismantler, and she whispered:

"Then let's leave it at that, the follow-up affairs will wait until the mantis demon kingdom is reborn..."

After speaking, the empress leaned over the two guys in front of her slightly, and then returned to the Wasteland of Dread through the underground tunnel under the escort of several spider demon guards, and after seeing the empress leave, a trace of doubt flashed in the silver-white compound eyes of the dismantler, and it looked back at the great druid with a calm face, and it asked in a low voice:

"While I'm well aware of the Blightburner's growing power, I'm still curious, what kind of soup did you pour her? Make her so cooperative..."

"No, put away your filthy thoughts."

Glancing at the dismantler, the deer helmet said in a deep voice:

"Lady Shakohir is a wise ruler, her previous arrogance was due to the fact that her vision limited her, and we did not disturb her will with spiritual magic, we only made her see the whole world as it is, the seeds of life rooted in the earth, the magnificent emerald sanctuary of the Blightring, the gate connecting the two worlds, and the wreckage of the battle of the quicksands of Silysus, and finally the headquarters of the Darkblade Legion..."

"These things always wake up the ruler who is immersed in narrow thinking, and make her realize that the real world is not only a small piece of fear wasteland, the whole world is very complicated, after she realizes her weakness, she will always instinctively look for refuge, not to mention, the collapse of firm faith will always make such a believer enter a state of confusion, what she needs is just a light to guide the way."

"And the doctrine of the withered is the light... It is useless to say more, Demolitionist, has your army been assembled? It's time to end the wars that fear the wasteland, and it's time to bring good peace to the continent. ”

"Of course!"

Upon hearing the deerhelm's question about war, the dismantler straightened up and replied with a bug-like hiss:

"My army is ready to attack at any time! After Shakhir pinned down the mantis demon legions in the north of the Dreaded Wasteland, only the mantis demons left in the south were powerless to resist the attack of this number of swarms, and it was easy to capture Karaksives, but those heroes... If each of them were as stubborn and powerful as my captives, it would be difficult for ordinary bugs to deal with them. ”

As he spoke, the dismantler turned his gaze to a patch of orange-yellow amber behind him, in which the Windswept Kruck was being sealed, the compound eyes of the mighty heroic assassin still shone with rage and ruthless murderous intent, and it took a lot of effort for the powerful dismantler to seal it between the harmless amber cage.

Heroes are powerful, and each of these top warriors selected from all eras has the ability to subvert an army, and if you don't find a way to get rid of them, then destroying the Council of Karaksi is completely utopian.

"Don't worry."

The deer helmet raised the thornwood cane in his hand, waved it in the air, and said:

"We also have powerful warriors, and most importantly, demigods are walking with us! My only question is, dismantler, are you really sure to convince these heroes? If you are not sure, it is better to kill them completely on the battlefield, so that the powerful warriors who are not under our control, even if they are kept, are the source of cholera. ”

"They are destined to become the most powerful natural warriors of the Blightburner Sect, and it would be a bit too wasteful to kill them like this."

A hint of hesitation flashed in the dismantler's eyes, and it said:

"I'm not 100 percent sure, but I believe that if I am given enough time, I can make them come back to us... As long as I crack the secrets of amber and add the secret genetic modification of the spiders, I believe that they will eventually be used by us. ”

"Good!"

The Deerhelm didn't say anything more, he glanced back at the Stormcatcher Kruck who had been sealed in amber, and narrowed his eyes:

"So, let's prepare for war... End this mess as quickly as possible! ”

On the third day after the failed assassination attempt planned by the Council of Karaksi, in the midst of the chaos of the Wasteland of Fear, which was now in a very chaotic state, a terrible news came back to Karaksives.

The mysteriously disappeared Mantis Demon Grand Empress Shakohir did not die, she reappeared in the positions of the mantis rebels who had been defeated by the legions of the council, and re-rallied the undecided mantis nobles to join the great war of "freedom and rebirth", and the empress also angrily accused the rotten Calaksi Council of hiding an important news from all the mantis.

The absolute deity that the mantis demons believe in, the great "master", has completely fallen, but instead of announcing the news to the people, the Council of Karaksi is trying to take advantage of this opportunity to completely turn the mantis demons into the slaves of this group of priests!

And she, the Empress Shakhir, was shamelessly assassinated by the Parliament in order to expose the evil tricks of the Parliament.

The statement of the Great Empress Xia Keshir directly caused a terrible storm of faith in the mantis demon civilization, but what she said was the truth, in the more than 10,000 years of the inheritance of the mantis demons, the dark voice of the master can always exist in the spirit of the mantis demon, but in recent days, the voice has disappeared, this abnormal situation has aroused the suspicion of many mantis demons, and at this moment, the empress's sworn announcement has thrown a bundle of ignited explosives into the turbulent tide.

The mantis nobles who obeyed the Council of Karaksi also began to frequently ask the elders questions about the "master", but the elders couldn't say anything...

As the wise men of the praying mantis, they also know very well what it means for the voice of the master to disappear, but as the priests of the master, it is impossible for them to directly admit the fall of the gods, and denying the existence of the master is equivalent to directly denying the authority of the Council of Karaksi, but they also have no way to explain why the voice of the master will disappear in the near future, so they can only try their best to prevaricate.

The result of the detonation of this bereavement-level bomb is that in just three days, several mantis demon nobles with military power have announced their neutrality in the "civil war", this bad news has seriously weakened the strength of the council side that is already insufficient in military strength again, and the army of the empress's side, which was already about to be wiped out, has once again been given a chance to breathe, and Xia Keshir also took this opportunity to start spreading a new faith among the mantis demon higher-ups.

The cycle of life and death and the evolution of the pursuit of nature... A new belief that is actually very much in line with the survival model of the mantis demon.

The shameful traitor Shakohir not only betrayed the tradition of the mantis demon, but even brazenly announced to all the mantis demons that she had found the true inheritance of the ancient Yaki Zerg Empire in the outside world, and that the mantis demon would usher in a new era of prosperity and development, and the ancient Zerg Empire would once again stand on the land of Azeroth, and the mantis demon civilization would welcome back its ancient glory...

The changes in the Fear Wasteland in just a few days were like a fierce combination punch, and the elders of the Calaksi Council were dizzy, and Shakohir keenly grasped the biggest weakness of the mantis demon at this stage, the collapse and reconstruction of faith, giving the Great Empress a perfect opportunity to survive in the dead, and the demise of the Juggernaut also forced the Council to the final corner.

What's more, the strange bug army that had been operating on the southern frontier of the Feared Wasteland also launched a terrifying assault on the sacred Karaksieves in a suicidal posture on a calm night, as if cooperating with the actions of the traitor Shakohir.

"Quack! Barbecue bugs! I love to eat! ”

The flapping wings of the sun raven Rukma let out a scream of joy, and in the wave of the sun spirit's wings, terrifying sun fires fell from the sky, melting the amber barrier of Karakseves with ease, and then in the chaos of those mantis demons running around in the flames, the greedy flame raven quickly swept low in the air, and with its own hot and sharp beak, it quickly picked up a bloated mantis elder.

Birds, who like to eat bugs...

"Click"

Rukma spewed flames out of her mouth, roasting the screaming Mantis Demon Elder until it was seven minutes cooked, and then, in a gesture of enjoying a good meal, crouched on the amber tablet of Karaksevis, tore the poor elder apart bit by bit, and swallowed it into her mouth.

"Hmm... Delicious! ”

A glint of appreciation flashed in the sun's groomed raven's jewel-like eyes, and then the terrifying sun-like creature turned its greedy and dangerous gaze to the mantis demon heroes who rushed towards it.

"You look... It's chewy..."

"Boom"

The next moment, in the face of the provocative mantis demon heroes, Rukma spread her wings, like a small sun that completely burst out in the dark night, and the terrible sun fire swept across the entire valley of Karakives in a stormy manner, except for the Supreme Colvan who could barely resist this terrible flame, the other heroes were forced to retreat.

"Big bug!"

A strange scream sounded behind the Poison Heart, who was forced back by the flames, and the hero of the mantis demon only had time to turn back when he saw a blue raven hidden in the dark storm rush out, and the huge raven demigod tore open the wings of the Poison Heart with his sharp claws, and then accurately buckled the body of the Poison Heart, and then in a burst of sharp laughter, Ansu grabbed the Poison Heart and flew to his wife's side, as if to please throw the prey to Rukma.

"Quack, my dear Rukma, this is a legendary hero in the history of the Mantis Demon!"

Ansu croaked:

"It definitely tastes different! Give it a taste. ”

"Click"

As soon as Ansu's words fell, the struggling Poison Heart was swallowed into his mouth by the Yang Yan Raven Rukma in great fear, and in the bite of the flaming bird's beak, the Yang Yan Raven quickly chewed the second big bug, and the terrifying acidic blood flowing in the body of the Poison Heart could not harm the solid body of the elemental bird at all, and its desperate struggle could only bring a fresher taste to Rukma.

"Well, it's sour, like some kind of juicy fruit."

Rukma swallowed the food in her mouth, and then flapped her wings to roll up the flames in the valley of the Holy Land even more wantonly, and in the flash of the fire, she commented like a gourmet:

"The taste of heroes, it's really great... My Ansu, let's go catch more bugs, I love the taste of them! ”

"Quack! Well, there's a lot more down there... That's enough for us to eat for years. ”

On the battlefield below, the mantis demon soldiers in the valley fought desperately against the Chira-Nai soldiers who rushed from all directions, led by the wild druids of the wither, like a pale tide, but their battle lines were still pressed back.

In the dark night sky, the army of raptor druids led by the demigod couple of Rukma and Ansu went on a rampage, and the storm ravens that constantly screamed deadly in the air could easily tear through the barriers of the smaller mantis demon air force, and then, with a brutal attitude, rolled up the storm, knocking down these insects that flew on the wings of insects to the ground, and were overwhelmed by the rolling soldiers and insects in an instant.

The Council of Karaksi, which has been passed down for more than 10,000 years, is like the Ancient Venerable they worship, tonight... Dead.

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