The anger of the Eredar Warlock was not unreasonable.

When he first set out from Marton, he felt that it was just an armed parade, and as he had done in the past to conquer countless worlds, find a suitable place, open the Legion portal, and bring in an endless army of demons to completely drown this deplorable world.

According to the information they gathered, there is no force in the world of Draenor that can resist the invasion of the Legion.

But on the night of the Warlock's arrival on Draenor, reality slapped him hard.

In the cold and barren land of Frost and Fire Ridge, in the sneaky darkness, the necromancers who rushed out from all directions surrounded the dazed Ereda Warlocks in the snow, and in the strangulation of those cold death knights, he was the only one left to escape from the battlefield of the five-member team that came to Draenor with this warlock.

And around his waist, there is also a "memorial" left by the death knight to him.

This is the wound of being cut by a cold rune sword, if the warlock is unlucky, the sword will directly cut off his body, and the most terrible thing is that in the flash of the sword light and sword shadow, the warlock saw the face of the attacker with the help of the light of the magic fire.

That's a Draenei... The pathetic fugitive compatriots, her blue skin and the horns on the top of her head, and the tail behind her back are proof of this, except for her body... It was a dead body, and the cold light in his eyes made him shudder

He saw with his own eyes that the Draenei Death Knight had been impaled through the body by the three-headed demon guard, but he slashed and slashed as if he were not affected at all, and with a mighty tide of walking corpses that obeyed her, completely drowning the demons summoned by the warlocks.

It was a shameful defeat, and the most shameful thing was that he was chased by the Draenei Death Knight all the way to the Hellfire Peninsula like a hound chasing its prey...

"Phew"

Eredar Warlock spat on the bloody saliva, and the wound on his waist began to ache again, the Death Knight's blade must have some kind of evil power tainted with the contaminated plague in his blood, and even the evil energy could not be dispelled.

"Where did all those spirits come from? How did I not know that the Draenei had played such a trick in addition to believing in the Light. ”

He muttered to himself, and soon, in front of his eyes, a complete summoning circle had been built, and the obedient Ganerge demons smashed several magic gems, accompanied by the dark green magic energy "flowing" to the magic circle on the ground, the dark green light was like a candle flame being lit in the dark, and between the glitters, the chaotic magic power was drawn from the ground and filled the surroundings of this magic circle.

The Warlock stepped forward, along with his two new companions... The same warlocks who escaped from the pursuit of the Death Knights, they divided into triangles and stood in three places in the circle, while summoning the evil energy in their bodies to connect the distant world of Marton beyond the boundless void, where the vanguard of demons was ready to set foot in this world.

"Overseer Aracios, we call to you and your legions, the intelligence of this world has been gathered, come!"

The warlock shouted:

"Come conquer it for the Legion!"

"Whoosh"

As soon as he finished speaking, a whistling bone arrow shot out from the shadows behind him, cleanly piercing the head of an unlucky demon guard, and hot blood and disgusting brains burst out of the wound and sprinkled on the warlock's back, and he turned his head in confusion to see the death knight coming out of the hillside behind him.

The familiar figure on the armoured warhorse, the severed horn, and the heavy black armor.

Ariel threw the bow in her hand to the Death Knight beside her, she pulled out the hammer behind her backhand, pulled up the reins of the horse, and the Death Horse let out a low roar at midnight, and the heavily armed knight knocked the two demon guards in her way away like a rushing beast, and when Iriel's warhammer smashed into the chest of the terrified Ereda Warlock, she whispered:

"It's a shame that I was aiming at you..."

"Kill them all!"

After Irel rushed out of the position, the tall and short Death Knight quickly summoned his war horse, and also rushed out with his boss, and behind them, there were more than a dozen high-ranking death knights who rushed over after receiving the news, and the charge of these dozen people was too sudden, and before the demons could react, the cold blades of the death knights had already fallen on their bodies.

However, Irel was still a little late, and the magic circle activated by the warlocks could not be stopped, and the violent magic formed a huge dark green gate in the space in front of him in the staggered operation of the magic circle.

It was unstable and couldn't allow too many demons to pass through, and it was clearly just a ritual to summon the Advance Army.

In the distant shattered world of Mardon, the Demon Vanguard Officer, the cruel Araceus looked back at the hundreds of elite demons and dozens of Ereda Warlocks who were ready to attack behind him, and he nodded with satisfaction.

Alasius was an Eredan, once an officer in the world of Argus, after receiving evil powers, his otherwise ordinary life was like opening another door, he fanatically invaded one world after another with demons and his former compatriots, like a mad dog, keen on brutal killing and destruction, everywhere he went, everything was razed to the ground.

This cruelty earned him a nickname in the Legion as "Cruel", a name he liked and liked to have his subordinates call him "Arasius the Cruel", which sounded like "Fraudster" and "Polluter", he was an Eredar with big ideals, he longed for a higher status, he longed for recognition.

And this time to invade Draenor, he will prove himself with destruction and death!

"Come with me, Legion warriors!"

Alastus raised his left arm, and between his dark red fingers, the lightning of evil energy flickered, and soon formed a hideous energy battle axe, and he shouted loudly:

"Conquer this world for the god of darkness!"

"Charge!"

As the words fell, Alastus was the first to pass through the portal, and after the terrible embodiment of the whirlwind and vertigo inherent in the world portal, the cruelty's hooves trampled on the land of the Hellfire Peninsula.

Surprisingly, his presence did not elicit the frenzied or fearful calls of the forerunners, and this silence made Aracsius a little disappointed, listening to those calls, but one of his few hobbies.

But soon, the pungent smell of blood rushed into Alasius's nostrils, and the moment the first demon behind him stepped out of the teleportation, Alasius looked up and saw the death knights who had set up an ambush not far from the portal.

At the very front of the mighty sea of the undead, Iriel, who was riding on a warhorse, also saw the tall Eredar warrior who rushed out of the portal, and she waved her hand, and what she carried in her hand streaked through the sky and smashed at the feet of Aracus.

It was a series of demonic heads, and the gaze on the head of the smashed, Ereda Warlock, was particularly terrifying.

"My former compatriots..."

Irel swung her hammer, and behind her, the Death Knights drew their weapons in unison, staring at Araceus and speaking in a hoarse voice:

"Welcome to... Hell! ”

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"The scattered demons have opened at least 17 portals at the same time! Are there 7 of them all concentrated on the Hellfire Peninsula? ”

On the rooftop of the Dark Temple, the Great Lord of the Darkblade listened to the latest information.

Tyrion sat on his cold throne, while Aurelia lay in his arms, eyes closed, as if asleep, Tyrion listened to his subordinates' rewards in a spiritual link, and at that moment, almost identical messages were sent back from all over the world.

"Frostfire Ridge, Tarador, Aranka Peaks, over the Shadow Moon Sea, and near the lava crater of Gollond... It seems that the demons have finally made up their minds. ”

The Death Knight gently stroked Aurelia's hair, and in the spirit link, he responded to the reports of his subordinates:

"Kill those advance troops, and then return to their respective fortresses, the stable portal has not yet been established, and the main force of the demon has not yet appeared, remember the tactics we discussed before, my request is simple, and there is only one!"

Tyrion's fingers moved in the air a few times, and he accentuated his voice in his spirit:

"Until I kill the Demon Commander, I can't let them break through the blockade of the territory and join together... Split them up! No matter what the cost! It's time to test the Darkblade Knight's quality, brothers and sisters, it's going to be a tough battle, but the victory is ours, there's no doubt about it! ”

"Glokush, Sarufar, and Serent, you've all questioned my intentions for establishing the Knights of the Darkblade, and you'll see it all in this battle... Our legion has never fought with the living, the weak and the living are not worth mentioning, our goals, our sacrifices, are all for today! ”

The voice of the High Lord of the Death Knight resounded in the hearts of every high-ranking knight through the link of spirits, there was no impassionedness, no courage admired by the living, only ruthlessness and bitter hatred that bordered on cruelty.

"The demons' plot has killed us all, and today is the time for revenge... They want to storm my world, they want to ruin everything for us, and now, as the Grand Lord of the Knights of the Dark Blade, I command! All Darkblade Knights, with your swords, with your suppressed anger, give me the demons and drive them out! ”

"Yes!"

For a while, more than 2,000 voices sounded in the spirit at the same time, making Tyrion's fingers tighten at this moment, and he, who had not breathed for a long time, took a deep breath and picked up Aurelia in his arms, who opened her eyes, and a blood-red light flashed in her eyes.

"Going to war?"

Aurelia asked in a low voice, and Tyrion held out his finger to smooth his lover's long hair, and he nodded, and whispered:

"Protect the Dark Temple, Aurelia, stay here and wait for news of my victory."

After saying that, after death, the death knight took the initiative to kiss his lover on the lips for the first time, he hugged Aurelia tightly, the ranger responded enthusiastically, and after a while, the two separated, Tyrion took a few steps forward, and the dark red body of the huge undead dragon Deathknell had appeared on the platform of the Dark Temple.

The High Lord rode on Deathbell's neck, he turned back and waved his hand at Aurelia, and the next moment, in the low roar of the Necrosaurus, the magic sword apocalypse suddenly unsheathed, and the wind blew Tyrion's gray-white hair, and in the whistle of the Death Bell flapping the bone wings, several heavy doors in the lower level of the Dark Temple were pushed open in unison, and the Death Raven and the Undead Wyvern flapped their wings like birds leaving the nest, carrying the heavily armed Death Knights, following the leader.

With the cold and calm attitude of the undead, rush to the battlefield!

There is no roar of the people, no scattering of flowers, no ribbons fluttering in the wind, some are just the coldness that entangles the sky, the dark storm that engulfs everything, some are just rock-solid cold hearts, some are just death-like silence, and some are just endless slaughter.

On the rooftop of the Dark Temple, Aurelia stood, the wind blowing the corners of her clothes and her dark golden hair, she watched as Tyrion's figure vanished into the sky, her blood-red eyes full of pride.

"I know you're not what they say... My love, both before and after death... All are true heroes. ”

Aurelia reached out and brushed her long flowing hair behind her ear, and between the shadows behind her, three heavily armed watchers and nearly a hundred dark rangers stepped onto the rooftop and stood behind Aurelia.

Expressionless, Nasa handed Aurelia a heavy warbow, and another watcher brought a set of bright red chainmail and cloaks.

"If Tyrion knew that I didn't protect you, but ran out to fight under your leadership..."

Nassa whispered:

"He's going to kill me."

"But you and I are all on the line, Nassa, and do you think I'll be a wife waiting quietly for her husband to return?"

Aurelia reached out and flicked the bowstring of her slingshot, and in the midst of a humming sound, she closed her eyes:

"I just don't want to be the same as before, Nasa, to get desperate news while waiting, I don't want to be a burden to him, that's all, would you like to be my comrade-in-arms and companion? Nassa, there is no better place to fight side by side than us, there is no need to worry about betrayal and threats, and there is a common heart, I know you hate him, hate him for making you the way you are..."

"But one day, you will see the meaning of all this, he is not evil, although he always talks about revenge and conquest, but you also see that he is actually more merciful than most kings... Would a cunning evil man be so brave as to fight a dangerous demon? ”

The Blood Warden flicked his wrist, the sharp thorn chakra looming in the shade of the bright red cloak that covered her entire body, and after a few seconds, the Warden stepped back slightly, bowed his head, and said:

"So, as you wish... My Blood Mother. ”