From Marton to Argus, this is a path of stars, the distance between the two sides is unimaginable to mortals, but the demons have conquered most of the stars, and in their ruined territory, there are portals connecting the worlds, and it is easy to send demons from one side of the stars to the other.

By the time the humiliated Dreadlord Tikdios returned to Argus, it had been a few days since his Nasrezm Legion remained in Mardon, and although Akmund arrogantly said that he didn't need their help, it was a common practice for Nasrezm to infiltrate the target world in advance to collect information and prepare to respond to each invasion of the Legion.

"Yo, Miss Hassabelle, you are still as elegant and noble as ever."

The moment he stepped out of the portal, the Dreadlord put away the resentment on his face, and politely bowed down to the portal manager in front of him, a tall, semi-demonized Ereda sorceress, and between the waves of her bright red arms, portals to countless worlds opened or closed, and in this Antorus. In the teleportation hall of the Burning Throne, everything seemed to be in order.

In the face of Tikdios's compliment, the portal keeper Lady Hassabel had a calm face, she turned around, and stared at Nasrezm with dark green flame burning eyes, and after a while, maybe it was the obedience of the Dreadlord that satisfied her, or maybe she was in a good mood today, in short, when Tikdios left the hall, the Ereda sorceress Hasabel suddenly spoke:

"Be careful, Tikdios, Kil'Gardan has been in a bad mood lately..."

The reminder brought the Dreadlord to a halt in his tracks, and he turned his head to look at Hasabel and asked in a low voice:

"Oh? So, what makes fraudsters feel bad? ”

Hassabel didn't answer immediately, the Dreadlord narrowed his eyes, and the next moment, a soul stone shining with purple light was handed to the portal keeper, and the Dreadlord whispered:

"This is the trophy from the last time I fought the Legion of Light, and it's a very fun soul inside... And if you're tired of playing with it, it will taste delicious, too. ”

The tall Ereda sorceress took the soul stone and put it to her ear, and she heard the unwilling wailing and screaming of the soul, and the quality of this soul seemed to satisfy her, so she put away the gift, looked left and right, lowered her voice, and said:

"There is a flesh monster in Krokuhn, related to the power of the Void, in short, this disaster from the sky makes Kilgardan feel very troublesome, you know, our god Lord Sargeras is very disgusted with all Void-related existence, so the fraudster has been thinking about how to deal with that trouble lately, and when you meet him, it's best not to mention the Void..."

"Well, that sounds bad."

Tikdios blinked, this information disappointed it a little, it was useless, but it was also a good thing to be able to get closer to the demon leader of Argus, so the Dreadlord thanked Hathabel very decently, and strode into the depths of the Burning Throne.

"Your faithful servant salutes you, mighty fraudster."

The Dreadlord soon arrived on the platform where Kil'Gardan was, and to his surprise, the Grand Demon Fraudster didn't seem to react too much in annoyance, and was looking at the "toy" in his hand with interest as Tikdios arrived.

One Soul!

A soul that was held in the palm of the hand by the fraudster, burned by the fire of evil energy, and struggled repeatedly and could not break free, looking at the posture of the soul, the Dreadlord narrowed his eyes, this creature he had never seen before, but it seemed to be a life called "orc", Draenor... Right! A specialty of the world of Draenor!

"Come and see this, my faithful Tikdios!"

Kil'Gardan sat on his burning throne, and he waved the soul in his hand, and the orc let out another scream, and he seemed to be terrified and in pain.

"Orcs! This is an orc, and 10,000 years ago, it was an orc warrior who accomplished a feat that no one else had ever accomplished in the stars, and that orc slashed the supreme dark titan Sargeras. ”

Kilgardan played with the soul in his hand, and the eyes of the Great Demon shone with a light called conspiracy, and he whispered:

"It was at that time that the Dark Titans noticed the orcs, this race has a very considerable potential for war, and most importantly, their civilization is very young, lacking intelligence and easy to be tempted, especially after the loyal Talgas brought back the news about my brother, Viren, I suddenly felt that fate is so magical..."

Tikdios stayed quietly under the throne, and did not intervene rashly, it knew very well that the archdemon was in a state of complacency at this time, and it did not need its support at all, it only needed to quietly listen to the conspiracy that Kil'Gardan had already conceived.

"My brother who left everything behind and fled to the sea of stars, Viren... The lucky one who is loved by the Holy Light, he is actually in the world of orcs! ”

A hint of gloom flashed in Kil'Gardan's eyes, and he chuckled a few times, and then said:

"So I crept into that world, and I watched my brother childishly want to live in peace with the orcs, how could this be? The betrayer must suffer the same betrayal, he must feel the pain I suffered when he betrayed me! ”

"But it's a pity... The plan to disrupt Azeroth with orcs still failed, an unexpected factor, Gul'dan, a lowly and abominable ant, who stole my victory and gave that Akmund fool the upper hand, but it doesn't matter... It doesn't matter, temporary defeat is nothing, in what happened to Gul'dan, I saw something else! ”

The flaming wings behind the deceitmer's back opened at this moment, as if stretching their muscles, and quickly closed again, and he stood up, walked over to the Dreadlord, and thrust the soul in his hand into Tikdios's hand.

"Do you know what I saw when Gul'dan died?"

The Dreadlord shook his head, and Kilgardan whispered:

"I see a power that has been ignored by us, that is the power that exists around us, when the demons have destroyed countless worlds, those cold, lifeless corpses are thrown into the ruins of the world at will, this is not right, my servant Tikdios, this is a waste!"

"The Death Knight who killed Gul'dan with his own hands, I see another possibility in him! It is a force that is not weaker than the demons at all, and most importantly, it can be held in our hands! ”

"Death?"

Tikdios savored the word, and after a moment, it looked up at the archdemon: "It sounds a little weird, my master, the Burning Legion is not short of soldiers..."

"No, you're wrong!"

Kilgardan looked at his subordinates, and he said in a deep voice:

"You and I share the master, the gods of the Burning Legion, the mighty Lord Sargeras needs soldiers! In the eternal war with the Void, it needs every ounce of power that can be used, and in the worlds where the power of the Void exists at the forefront of our war with the Void... Think of that scene, the demons and the minions of the void are fighting frantically, the demons will not be killed outside of the twisted void, but our front is still crushed by the void! ”

"Akmund was blinded by power, he was shackled by past failures, he always thought that everything would be perfect if he took Azeroth, but was that really the case?"

Kilgardan snorted coldly:

"He was wrong! Azeroth is indeed important, but the power of the Void that pervades the stars is the Legion's greatest enemy, and whoever can help Lord Sargeras defeat the Void will be rewarded with his supreme praise and occupy a true high position in the new world he has created... Even, even given to be a god like him! ”

Tikdios's body shuddered as the clever Dreadlord seemed to understand what Kilgardan meant, who reached out and patted the Dreadlord on the shoulder, lowering his voice to face the occasion.

"This soul is the one we can find, the one who knows the Death Knight and the power of death best, who begged me for mercy in the midst of the fire, and is willing to serve us, to bring him to Azeroth, Tikdios, and let him form for us an army of necromancy belonging to the Burning Legion... That doomed world will be a testing ground for this new power... I will use the results of the Necro Army of Azeroth to show Lord Sargeras that I, Kil'Gardan, am his most trusted lieutenant! ”

"But how do you show the superiority of the necromancy?"

Tikdios looked at the orc soul in his hand, and he whispered, "If Akmund destroys that world, then our experiment will be meaningless. ”

"Stupid! What stupidity! ”

Kilgardan glanced at his subordinate dissatisfied, and he said in a deep voice:

"With your wicked wisdom, why did Lord Sargeras destroy Azeroth, even to the point of launching an expedition across the stars? That world... The world that nurtures the star soul is not pure! Do you understand? The power of the Void has taken root in that world! ”

"I see!"

Tikdios' eyes lit up, and he said in a deep voice:

"Drive the necromancer to clear the void power of that world, even if Akmund succeeds in destroying the civilization of that world, the final victory, the most valuable victory, still belongs to us!"

"The Void is the Legion's worst enemy..."

The Dreadlord chanted the words, and it nodded towards Kil'Gardan:

"Don't worry, my lord, I know what to do!"

"Well, let's go."

The fraudster waved his hand:

"Of course, nominally you are still serving Akmund's attack, so don't let him discover our purpose... Oh, with the muscles in his head, he probably can't find it! ”

Tikdios quickly left the Burning Throne, Kil'Gardan found a way to please Sargeras, the deceitr appeared pleasant, and the anger he had been taunted by Akmund vanished, but the moment he re-ascended the platform, he received a report from Admiral Sphoracus of Ereda.

The evil fleet led by this admiral, who had lived from the peaceful days of Argus to the present, was unable to destroy the flesh monster entrenched in Krokun, which made Kilgardan suddenly feel a headache.

Deathwing, which had smashed into the land of Crocoun, was already weak after a long period of Void Storm, and at first, no one took it seriously, but the attack that followed caused great trouble, no matter how many times the demons tore apart the flesh creature's body, it would revive again in a very short time, and each time it died, it became more and more sane.

"Deathwing? What a strange name... It looks like a dragon from Azeroth, but how could a weak dragon become such a difficult monster? ”

Kil'Gardan sat on his throne with his fingers staggered, his eyes squinting as he pondered the question in his mind.

"Azeroth... How many secrets are hidden in your strange world? But the Titans protecting you have been captured by their masters, and how long can you hold out in the midst of the Legion's onslaught? ”

"Oh, there's only destruction... Endless time passes slowly, and everything dies, even death itself... Will die too! ”

Compared to Akmund, the deceiver does not like to fight head-on, he is more accustomed to solving problems with cunning wisdom, but the flesh monster that fell from the sky has been torn apart many times, completely lost its mind, there is no way to communicate, and it is hidden in the depths of the world of Argus, the infiltrating power that belongs to the void is increasing the power of the monster little by little, if it continues to drag on, things will only get worse.

"Bang"

The archdemon finally made a decision, he slammed his fist on the armrest of his throne, a hint of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and the Eredar Warlock, who was standing outside the throne, quickly passed the fraudster's orders to every corner of the entire fortress:

"Let the witch speed up the progress of corrupting the Titan Soul! Let the Golden Garros shape the body of the Titan as fast as possible! ”

"The Dark Pantheon that the master is looking forward to, as long as the Dark Titan Agrama revives, or the fallen star soul Argus awakens, no matter how difficult this flesh monster is... It's dead! ”