Any organization, whether it was formed for good or bad purposes, whether it adheres to a moderate or aggressive style of doing things, once it grows in size, then internal factionalism is natural.

There is never a concerted organization, or in other words, there is no contradiction between the individual's pursuit of ideals and loyalty to the organization.

Even the Grimblade Legion, which is composed of the most faint necromancy, has internal factions, not to mention the Burning Legion composed of demons with chaotic natures.

The cunning Nasrezm Dreadlord, the loyal Doomsday Lord, even the Abyssal Lords with muscles in their brains, and the Eredar demons transformed by the Eredas... The races within the Burning Legion are strange, each race has its own racial civilization and culture, and its living habits are different, and the Dark Titan only regards these guys as weapons of destruction, and he has no intention of managing these internal contradictions.

In such a situation, it is not at all unusual for infighting to occur.

First there was the struggle between Akmund the Polluter and Kilgardan the Fraudster, and after Akmund's death, the Dark Titan's lieutenant position in the Burning Legion became vacant, and almost everyone's eyes were drawn to the position below one man, above ten thousand, and under the temptation of power, the already prominent racial struggle became more and more fierce at this moment.

Kasanatir leading the Dreadlords to openly rebel against Kil'Gardan is only a trivial phenomenon, and the fraudsters have long realized that if it doesn't make some more moves, then sooner or later, the other dormant forces of the Legion will jump out and snatch the place that belongs to Akmund, and even... Lift it off with you!

Anyone who can stand at the top has an infinite number of enemies who want to pull it down...

King Galaxus came to Marton to plan another invasion of Azeroth, and this was just Kil'Gardan's first move, and to be honest, the fraudster is now somewhat nostalgic for Akmund who died in Azeroth, and while that power-obsessed fool can occasionally give it a headache, the two of them can still stand together when it comes to other demonic challenges...

Now, only Kilgardan is left, alone to face the challenge of the other demon leaders of the Legion.

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"The demons are going to start a new round of war? The Broken Isles..."

The High Lord sat on the throne of the large platform at the top of the Dark Temple, and he held a hedron in his hand that stored some warning information, and after completely browsing the information stored inside the hedron, he crushed it.

"Sure enough, it was for the Pillar of Creation, and it seems that the incense bait thrown is really useful, and the fish are hooked."

Leaning on the icy throne, Tyrion looked ahead, above the clouds high above the Endless Sea, the massive Dark Temple was rapidly moving towards the center of the Endless Sea, and it was clear that he was also rushing to the battlefield.

"Kilgardan... Will you come this time? ”

A seeping smile appeared on the High Lord's face, but in an instant, in the frontline fortress that had been built in the Dead Realm, the four warbands of the Darkblade Sergeants were waiting for them, and at the command of the leader, these brave and tireless warriors would pour out of the nest and slay the demons that had invaded Azeroth.

And this has been many years since the last large-scale war between Darkblade and the Legion, when in the world of Draenor, the war between the two forces ended in the victory of Darkblade, but the first battle was a miserable victory, and Tyrion almost used up the little strength he had at hand, but this time... This time it's different.

The Dark Blade is no longer the Dark Blade it used to be, the Demon, will it still be the Demon of the past?

Tyrion was curious about this, but he also had to complete the "previous cleanup" of the battlefield where a terrible war was about to take place.

"Shadow, are you there?"

Following Tyrion's summons, the de facto head of the Darkblade Intelligence Bureau soon appeared beside Tyrion, and the tall shadow stood in front of the throne with his hands tied, waiting for Tyrion's orders.

"How's the cleanup going?"

"It's almost done."

The shadow replied softly:

"Since the last time Darkblade "visited" Broken Beach, there have been many other outposts set up in that place, and we have destroyed 80% of them, and the rest can be cleaned up tonight, and we have captured many "captives", including the druids of the Cenarion Council, the priests of the Luna Temple, a small number of pirates hiding there, some cultists, and some Imperial spies and surveyors. ”

"Huh?"

Tyrion blinked, and he asked with interest:

"I remember that place was just a long and desolate island, with some ruins of the Elven Empire at most, a place that had long been abandoned, how could there be so many people? Has there been any recent change in that place? ”

"No, at least based on our observations, nothing has happened."

The shadow replied:

"I interrogated some of the more plausible people who came here for different reasons, the druids because of the ancient souls we released a few years ago, they thought there should be unredeemed souls on this island, and the priest of the Moon Temple seems to have come for this."

"As for the pirates... The rum-drinking fools had heard rum of a "treasure" here, and the cultists, many of whom had escaped from the battlefields of Silitsus, had gathered here to claim the voices of "gods" in the seas, and finally the Empire's spies, who had come in search of some ancient power. ”

Shadow guessed with some boredom:

"I think it's likely that they're here for the Tomb of Sargeras, hidden at the bottom of the sea, and these idiots may think that the sealed graveyard has some power they can use."

"It's a boring trick."

The Great Lord shook his head:

"Send scouts to observe the movements of the demons, and then imprison those captives in the lower levels of the Dark Temple, let them transport war materials, kill all the cultists, and send their souls to the realm of death."

"Clear the battlefield by tonight! I don't want any interference, no matter who comes, this time, the Darkblade Legion is going to fight a real... Annihilation War! ”

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The night was cool, especially in the middle of the Endless Sea, in the southernmost part of the Broken Isles, across the sea from the island torn apart by the explosion, a long, lonely island.

In the night, the temperature on this barren black island was very low, and the scene here did not seem to change, just like the night when the first Death Lords of the Darkblade Legion, which had just been formed a few years ago, chased the fugitive orc warlock Gul'dan to this island, dead and silent, cold, gloomy, and even the moonlight did not seem to want to shine on this land.

Broken Beach, that's the name given to this deserted island by the inhabitants of the Broken Isles, where there's nothing, so barren that even wild beasts can't survive.

But this is not ordinary, in the former Elven Empire, this island is located in the capital of the Elven Empire. The land near Azhara, to this day, this island is still covered with various architectural relics left over from the Elven Empire, but in those buildings, there is no longer the prosperity of the past, and it is replaced by the temperament left by time in those ruins.

Lonely, withered, like a place forgotten by the world and history, only between the ruined vines, a fleeting ancient badge, seems to represent the supreme scenery of this land.

"Buzz"

A green glow flickered in the Shattered Isles sky at midnight, like another portal to the extraterrestrial realm being opened, and it was not uncommon for the demons of the Burning Legion to forcibly tear apart the spatial barriers outside this world with the Scepter of Sargeras years ago.

Although the rift in the space outside the world is slowly disappearing with time, it is destined to be a long process, but this time, it is not ordinary demons driven by mortal souls and self-destruction desires to enter the world of Azeroth through the torn space.

On the planet Marton, far away from the stars, the tall Prince Makzar constantly calibrates the direction in which the portal opens, the title of this Eredar Demon Lord is "Prince", which is not a joke, but an envoy's title, used to describe Makzar's extraordinary magical attainments, this is a relatively "young" Eredar Demon Lord, it is the descendant of Kilgardan and Galaxus.

When the Eredas threw themselves into the Burning Legion, he was still a young man, but the fact that he had become a powerful demon lord at such a young age already speaks volumes about Makzar's abilities.

"Buzz"

The swirling demon portal in front of it flickered again, representing the new spatial coordinates being set, Prince Makzar waved his finger, and a roaring demon guard was grabbed by the neck of the tall evil lord and thrown into the portal, which was the process of "probing" the new coordinates.

Prince Makzar waited silently for 10 seconds, and did not respond to the coming, it shrugged its shoulders and said in a hoarse voice:

"It's a pity, the coordinates aren't quite right..."

As he spoke, it fine-tuned the coordinates again, and a moment later, a coquettish succubus was thrown into the portal with a frightened face, but this time, luck favored the good-looking demon lady, and she successfully passed through the portal and reached the Broken Beach, which was Prince Makzar's destination.

"Good, found it!"

With a wave of the Ereda Demon Lord's finger forward, a team of elite high-level demon guards quickly rushed into the rapidly enlarged portal in front of him, and Prince Makzar, with a grim face, stood in front of the portal, tilting its head and looking at the portal in front of it, a flash of light shone in its eyes:

"Now the doors of all the worlds are open before me..."

As it spoke, it stepped into it, and the next moment, the tall, dark-skinned Lord Eredar appeared at the foot of a deserted and dead broken beach, and behind it, hideous-looking demons sprang out of the portal, but not as many as an army.

Obviously, this is just an advance army for reconnaissance.

"You guys, continue to be here to open the Legion portal to this location for the Tyrant Lady! ”

Prince Makazal touched the magic dagger that shone with a dark red halo at his waist, and it gave orders to the dozen or so Eredar warlocks that followed behind him:

"For the rest, follow me, and we'll go find the tomb."

Divided into two ways, this elite demonic advance army moved with astonishing speed, and by the time Prince Makzar reached the northernmost coast of the Broken Isles, three tall legion portals had opened where it had landed.

Lady Haveri strode out of the portal with a two-handed warhammer wrapped in dark green light, a heavy shield on her back, and the cold-faced Eredar Demon Lord had a pattern of evil energy on her forehead, just like the Draenei Leader's Sigil on Viren's forehead, which represented her powerful control over evil energy and her identity among Eredar demons.

She is one of the most skilled female generals under Kil'Gardan's command, and unlike most of the magic-savvy Eredar Demon Lords, Haveli is not one of the Eredans who joined the Legion in the first place, she fell to the Legion out of despair and helplessness more than 30 years ago when the Orcs of Draenor slaughtered the Draenei.

But even Kil'Gardan was amazed by the talent of this former Draenei Paladin after embracing her evil powers, and she specialized in violent melee combat, earning her the nickname "Tyrant" after conquering several small worlds for the Legion due to her brutal fighting style and great strength.

"Spread out! Build a frontline base! ”

Haveli coldly shouted to the evil lord behind him:

"From now on, this land belongs to the legion!"

And just as Haveli's words fell, a low roar belonging to the sea sounded on the shoreline behind her and the demons of the Burning Legion, and the tyrant subconsciously turned his head, and in the deep night, he saw a huge dark palace slowly rising from under the sea in the distance, with the somewhat gloomy night tonight, that scene, together with the low rhythm that echoed on the sea, was like a dark sword stabbing from the ground to the sky.

It was the Tomb of Sargeras, who had been briefly summoned a few years ago and finally sunk to the bottom of the sea, where the body of Lord Sargeras who had entered this world 800 years ago was buried, and it was Kil'Gardan's inevitable target this time.

The body that had been used by the Dark Titan... Although Lord Sargeras's soul has been detached from that body, it is still a terrifying weapon that cannot be ignored as long as it is returned to the Legion, and best of all, it is said that the power of the Dark Titan remaining in this body has been properly preserved to this day.

"Aha! It's so simple, it's so easy. ”

Prince Marzac stood on the edge of the tumbling coastline with satisfaction, it looked at the palace in front of it full of elven empire style, and it could feel that the huge magic array that once guarded this palace had long since become decaying due to the loss of its host, like a door waiting to be pushed open, as long as you stretched out your hand, you can touch the treasures stored in this palace.

"Signal!"

Prince Marzac said in a deep voice:

"The advance party has completed its mission, tell King Galaxus... It can come down. ”