The corpse of the huge monster-like winged insect lord was dragged back by the soldiers and erected in the center of the large platform position, which was not only a proof of force, but also a deterrent, after this corpse was erected, the winged insects in the sky seemed to feel some kind of threat, and their activities became much more cautious and restrained.

And after the well-equipped Bloodfang Legion filled the battlefield and defended against the Zerg ground army with the druids, a third of the fire points on the position were freed up for air defense, which also made the Wingworm pose a much less threat to the position.

"First of all, we are not here to meet your retreat."

Arthas, who was a little tired, took off his helmet and looked at the three commanders of the front-line positions, he glanced at Varian, and he whispered:

"King Liam has built a position at the entrance to the ruins with an army of 70,000, they will attract a large part of the firepower for you, the Blood Fang Legion and the Lordaeron Knights will also be replenished to the large platform position, the portal of Dalaran is being repaired, and soon, the Fire Wing Legion led by the High Elf Sun King, and the cathar army led by the Archbishop of the Holy Light Church will also come to the battlefield in person, you must continue to hold on here and attract the attention of the sea of worms! The more the merrier..."

"We guessed it."

Orc Overseer Blox. Sarufar looked at the gray sword in Varian's hand with interest, and the instincts of a top warrior told him that it was definitely an heirloom weapon, but he didn't ask, but turned his head to look at Arthas:

"Actually, that's what we thought, and after the initial panic, we realized that if we retreated like this today, we might never come back."

General Halver and wounded Santis. General Hazuki nodded, and it was obvious that the commanders of the frontline positions had already reached an agreement.

"Where's the Commander of the Deerhelm?"

Arthas looked left and right, frowned, and asked:

"Could it be that he's..."

"No, it's not."

General Halver pointed to the passage leading to the temple of Chira, which was strewn with insect corpses and soldiers' corpses, and said:

"Before you arrived, Commander Deerhelm led a team of druids, as well as Lady Mavi's watchmen, along with MI7 agents, and the Spider Demons, who feared for the safety of the demigods who stormed the temple, and the Spider Demons said that they had a way to mitigate the attack of the Sea of Worms, but only if the highest mother of the Worm was found in the Temple, which the dismantler called the "Empress". ”

"Relief?"

Varian, who was sitting on the side wiping his sword, looked up and looked at Halver:

"Did they succeed?"

The human general shook his head:

"No... The bugs have even become more violent, but this behavior also proves that the Spider Demons are not unfounded, and we believe that they should have come into contact with the Empress of the Worms. ”

"That's good..."

Varian nodded, then tucked his sword back into the scabbard behind his back, and he looked at the black hive that looked like it was leading to hell, and beneath the black platform of the hive, the corpse of a tall priest of Chira, who looked like a lord, was being thrown in four pieces, and the green blood was almost drained.

"I'm going in... As you said, if we retreat today, there will be no chance of fighting back. ”

Varian thought inwardly about what Jean had told him at the beginning of the first minute, and he flicked his wrist and said:

"Today, these bugs have to be dealt with... This is our only chance. ”

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at the commanders and kings behind him:

"Who's coming with me?"

"Huh"

The dozens of gladiators resting next to him immediately stood up, these people are all die-hard loyalists who were impressed by Varian's charisma, they have admired Varian very much in the Black Ghost Warband, and now they want to follow their idols to save the world, is there anything more exciting than this?

Moreover, these gladiators knew Varian's true identity, a noble king, and anyone who had some ideas realized that this was a job of wealth and danger, but for the gladiators who licked the blood with their knives, these disgusting bugs did not make them feel afraid.

"I'll go with you!"

Holding his green blood-stained helmet in his arms, Arthas looked at Varian and said with a smile:

"You can't take away the fun alone."

"I'll go too."

The old orc flicked his shoulders, and he looked back at Halver and Shantis:

"I'm a little worried about letting these young people do it, can you two take care of the position?"

"Of course."

Halver nodded, while Santis. Hazuki was silent for a moment, then reached out and patted the black sniper rifle she was carrying behind her back, and she said:

"Looks like you need a scout... I've seen what General Halver is capable of, and he can command the platform position by himself, so I'll go with you. ”

"But your injuries?"

Arthas looked at the bandage around Santis's waist, who shook his head:

"It's just a skin injury, don't underestimate the soldiers of Kadore! Give me a little time to take care of my wounds, and we'll be off in 10 minutes. ”

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"This is not the" Empress "! I made a mistake! ”

At this time, in the dark and deep, nearly 100 meters underground, covered with disgusting fungus blankets and purple-red covering, the spider priest Skris looked at a large moist pit under the hive, and beyond the waterhole of the groundwater, the ground was filled with clumps of white, hatching eggs, and in the center of the "hill" composed of eggs, a huge insect was resting.

It was a large insect that looked like a winged insect, with a wasp-like body with staggered limbs, a turquoise body covered in strange red patterns, a sharp, steel-glittering tail nail behind its abdomen, and a staggered claw blade on its forelimbs, representing the guy's inability to mess with.

Although it is difficult to distinguish the category of bugs from the appearance of other races, for the spider demon who had the same ancestor tens of thousands of years ago, the true identity of the current Chila insect lord cannot be hidden.

"It's a princess! The hormones it exudes are proof of this... It is not the absolute leader of its Zerg system. ”

A glimmer of light flashed in the silvery-white compound eyes of the dismantler's black head, and he turned to the watchmen and agents lurking around him, as well as to the druid:

"It is indeed the highest female worm of its pulling worms, just look at the number of these eggs around, it can lay thousands of eggs at a time, and after hatching, it is an elite army of soldiers and insects, as long as we can control it, we can temporarily make the insect tide on the ground have internal command confusion, and even start infighting, but there is a problem..."

"What?"

The deer helmet in the form of a cheetah was hidden in the darkness, and he squinted his eyes and asked:

"Listen to you, it doesn't seem that simple?"

"Yes, not easy, because it's a princess! There is a problem with the reproduction system of the Qila worms, which is a problem I have never seen before, the highest female worm should be the leader of all the Qila worms, but the female worm in front of me is obviously not... On top of it, there must be more powerful Zerg Lords ruling over the entire Worm Empire, perhaps... Emperor! ”

The forelimbs of the dismantler waved in the air with some excitement, and its huge terrifying spiritual power enveloped the surrounding group of people, and after distorting the light, even the high-level insect people wandering around could not detect this group of infiltrators.

"You don't understand what this means to spiders... If it is an empress, then as the leader of the insect population, its genes determine that it cannot be converted, but if it is a princess under the rule, then its genes have not been locked, and it may be transformed into the supreme mother of the spider demon... Aha, the new life of the Eldraine-Nirub Spider is just around the corner... This little beauty..."

Everyone looked at the excited dismantler Skris in a daze, the aesthetics of the insects are really TM distorted, and the disgusting monster in front of them can actually be called... The Little Beauty.

Even the most silent watchman, Lady Mavi, could not stand it any longer, and under her helmet, she made the sound of an urn:

"I don't pay attention to that, Spider... You said you had a way to solve its pulling worms! I want to see that! ”

"Yes, I said, powerful females! Don't be in a hurry..."

Realizing that he was too frivolous, the voice of the Spider Priestess resounded in the hearts of the people, and it regained its hoarse and mysterious taste, and said slowly:

"The original plan was to kill the supreme female worm and cause chaos in the insect swarm, but now that it has been determined that the female worm in front of you is not the empress of the insect swarm, and the insect also has a strange emperor, then the best way is to directly behead and kill the insect emperor! Then it is up to me to try to manipulate the will of this supreme mother worm in order to cause a complete split within it..."

"As long as we control the supreme mother, you, the direct descendants of those mothers will obey us... Do you understand? We can drive them to attack their fellow citizens and make them kill each other..."

"Can this really be done?"

Shore, the leader of the human agents, rubbed his forehead and asked in a low voice, "Sounds very unreliable." ”

"Don't doubt the greatness of the genes that the Yaki Empire has left in our bodies... As early as the Imperial period, the Spider Demon was the aristocratic class of the Empire, much more noble than the lower class like the Qila Worm. ”

An eerie light shone in the silvery-white compound eyes of the Dismantler, and the air around it became viscous with the wave of its will:

"I need a few people left to help me contain this princess of Chira so that I have time to invade its spirit, and the rest... I have sensed that your demigod is in the center of the temple not far ahead, and it seems to be fighting with great power, hehe, you better help it, of course... Be ye prepared. ”

The last of the spider demon's headless words made both the deer helmet and Mavi can't help but look at it, and a complex light flashed in the dismantler's silver-white compound eyes, and it whispered:

"I told you that Eldraine-Nirub once believed in an ancient god..."

"And what you're about to face is... Another deity, huh... Wait, someone is coming from behind, it seems... It seems like your reinforcements, I smell it... I smelled a strange smell, very sharp, very oppressive..."

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At the same time that Varian was meeting up with the first commanders to infiltrate the temple, far and uncountable, in another world, to be precise, Tyrion had just finished an inexplicable encounter.

The concept of time in the Dead Realm has a very magical characteristic, it is weird and incalculable, or in other words, when Tyrion enters this world on the back side of the world, his own time is cut off from the time of the present world, and the concept of time of the Great Lord has also become blurred in the endless wilderness of the Dead Realm.

Until now, he was frowning as he reloaded the rapid-fire pistol in his hand with holy silver bullets, looking at his surroundings.

In the absence of a guide, Tyrion's vision after entering this world has become very narrow, and in the eye of the eye, there is only less than 20 meters of visual range, and all around is a strange black fog that beats endlessly, and those black fogs are active, as if they are deliberately trying to obscure Tyrion's vision, and from time to time, crazy Dementors rush out of it, howling and rushing towards the Great Lord, and then being shot in the head by the Great Lord.

"The power of the Holy Silver Bullet is a little stronger than I thought..."

With a click, the pistol was loaded again, and Tyrion stood up, and there were more than thirty Dementor corpses lying at his feet, which was the most violently besieged since he entered the Realm of Death, but even the High Lord himself did not know why he was suddenly besieged.

Inserting the pistol into his belt, he looked at his left hand, which was covered in dark blue frost, just like he had used the Wind Strike, but this time it wasn't the icy power he had called for, it was the scar left by the siege of the Dementors.

The Realm of Death stripped Tyrion of its mighty power, yet gave him full senses, he could breathe, he would feel tired, he would feel pain... He will bleed ...

Now that his left hand was completely unconscious, the faint pain made Tyrion frown, although it was only a scar that did not affect the battle, but it made Tyrion feel a little bad, he must find Yuna as soon as possible and leave this place, otherwise his combat power will be further weakened if he encounters more Dementors.

Even... Really die here.

He shook off the ice on his left hand, then put on his armor and quickly left the place of engagement, following his inner perception, moving quickly in a specific direction, he could feel that Yuna was there! And that girl now... I was panicked and scared.

The Great Lord touched his finger to his forehead, feeling the vivid cold, and he whispered:

"Don't be afraid..."

"I'm coming..."