The power of the Scepter of Sargeras is staggering, this weapon not only casts the Legion's Gate over Dalaran, at the request of the Polluter, he wants to make every city in this world, every large city, there is a dark green Legion Gate that represents endless destruction, it is clear that the Polluter has very strong ambitions, and he is not satisfied with the Legion's attack in one direction.

After obtaining the Scepter of Sargeras, the victory he had dreamed of was in front of him, the kind of victory that destroyed everything, the kind of victory that destroyed everything.

And the legion he commands also has this ability, and the entire Marton Mighty Demon is waiting for the portal to open, and they can't wait for a hearty slaughter.

But now... Not yet.

Even with the help of the Scepter of Sargeras, the magic nodes under Dalaran could not carry the opening of so many portals, so the first batch of Legion Gates to open could only be distributed over a few important cities.

This was somewhat disappointing to the polluters, but the Nasreizm under the command of Casanatyr had done as much as they could, and frankly, even exceeded Akmund's expectations.

And the Polluter is well aware that, unlike Tikdios, Casanatier is not a soft bone to be left to him and Kil'Gardan, at least until he wins a great victory in Azeroth, washes away the humiliating defeat of the Legion 10,000 years ago, and gains the favor of the Dark Titans, he does not intend to have unnecessary disputes with Casanatyr.

Because there are more important and precious things waiting for him to obtain.

"The World Tree... The crystallization of Azeroth's magic for thousands of years, a true "good thing"..."

In the light of the stars, the Polluter leaned against the throne forged by endless bones, his fingers clutching the tender fingers of the World Tree, and his eyes glowing with dark green fire were full of greed.

"The portal is opening, Polluter, it will probably take a while before the portal expands to the point where it allows you to enter in full."

Tikdios, the First Lord who had been removed from the frontline because of his poor command, stood in front of the Polluter's Throne, his face full of humility, not the slightest hint of resentment.

But the polluter knows very well that Nasrezm is a group of cautious eyes, and the loyal dogleg of the fraudster in front of him is the best in the cautious eye, so the polluter will not let it out of his eyes, lest this guy play his own little calculations.

"Then let the vanguard go first! Pave the way for me with blood and bones before I arrive..."

The Polluter waved his hand, and its voice echoed across the land of the Shattered Star Marton:

"You, Manolos, take your legion, through the portal, you will be the vanguard of the legion in Kalimdor, destroying those elves, those elves who brought us humiliating defeat ten thousand years ago... Make them feel fear, make them scream, make them tremble! ”

"I'd love to do it! Polluter! ”

The mighty and irascible Lord of the Abyss, named "The Saboteur", let out a barrage of laughter, brandishing its halberd and splashing a field of green magma, its mountain-like body moving forward on the ground, and as the earth shook and the mountains shook, its body disappeared into the open Legion's door, and behind it, the manic demons roared forward, and the frenzy of destruction caused them to even start killing each other, but this infighting was not stopped.

The Legion is a symbol of chaos, and only the strongest are respected, fighting each other, which is not a problem at all.

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The location of the first Legion's Gate is random, but we all know that random means shady...

Two legion gates were opened in the hollows of distant Kalimdor, one in the northland tundra to "take care of" the draenei, while the remaining 5 were spread over the eastern kingdoms, Lordaeron, Hinterland, and the Arathi Heights were unfortunate enough to be hit, the western wilderness had a small portal, and the last one... It was arranged in the Black Iron District.

This arrangement was intended to deceive the Polluter from seeing the signs on the one hand, and on the other hand, to unite the Darkblade Dominion, which, as Tyrion said, was at odds with the Darkblade Legion and the regions under their control, and it was not only the Human Empire that needed pressure to unite them, but also Tyrion's side.

And the "just right" disaster, the undead's action of protecting the living, can effectively eliminate the gap between humans and the undead, the soldiers who have been on the battlefield together have a strong relationship, and the person who made this suggestion to Tyrion is no one else, it is the current speaker of the Defia Federal District, Edwin. Van Cleef.

Politics... Yes, there is also a dirty political element between this war.

"What's that?"

Old Jason, who was still menacing just now, looked at the small legion door that opened in the sky of the western wilderness in amazement, and in the light of the green light curtain that infected half of the sky, a swarm of paired demon bats roared out of the portal, followed by a tall, winged dreaddemon, and a small legion battleship.

As a military unit for interstellar operations, the legion is naturally equipped with starships for landing operations, although these things are somewhat overused in Azeroth, but these starships cooperate with the Legion Gate, and they can spread the Legion's strength to the entire world at the fastest speed.

In the blink of an eye, the sky of the Western Wilderness was occupied by demon bats flying everywhere, and under the light of the teleportation light curtain of the Legion battleship, a group of terrifying demons that only appeared in the most worrying nightmares also stood on the land that once belonged to humans.

Old Jason clenched his shotgun tightly, he trembled and tried to load the orange bullet into the chamber, but tried several times without success, and at his feet, the three fierce hounds were also frightened by the demon's breath and lay on the ground, and wailed vigorously.

The others are no better, although these civilians have experienced the invasion of the undead, and have also experienced the influence of fantasy technology, and have experienced a completely different life from the past, but in essence, they are still a group of honest ordinary people, a group of civilians who should not set foot on the battlefield, and they will naturally be afraid when they see demons.

You must know that the position of demons on the list of "fear creatures" in the fantasy world is far from being comparable to the undead with human faces.

No madman, no one in the most crazy and chaotic story would describe the devil as a warm-hearted and good man... Except, of course, in exceptional circumstances.

"That's the devil."

Little Satin waved his hand and caught the bullet that fell from old Jason's hand steadily, the young mayor was also terrified in his heart, but he knew that he couldn't show it now, he handed the bullet back to old Jason, and then looked back at the whole bunker that was ingested by fear, he cleared his throat and said aloud:

"I know that there have been complaints about the" drill "ruining the rhythm of everyone's life, but it is necessary, and now the situation has proven it ... I'll be honest, the Council has known for a long time that the demons are going to invade, and this bunker, and the recent addition of necromantic warriors, are all prepared for this moment. ”

Little Satin's voice quieted the panicked townsfolk a little, and the mayor waved his hand as he continued:

"You don't have to worry about your safety, this bunker and the supplies stored in it are enough to keep us going until the end of the disaster..."

"But our land! The farm, and our home..."

Old Jason's voice became dry:

"Are we going to abandon all this? Clearly... Everyone, you're just having a good life... Why, why would it be..."

"Don't worry! Ladies and gentlemen. ”

Old Satina, who was standing behind his son, glanced back at the situation outside, and the old man probably guessed why his son was so calm, he sighed, touched his well-made clothes, and then said to the others:

"The undead legion of the council... They will protect us, they will not only protect us, but they may not have been able to protect our property..."

"That's right! The undead, the undead are certainly not afraid of demons! ”

Old Jason stepped forward and grabbed little Satin's hand:

"Hurry up and let them come, we pay so many taxes every month, isn't it just to let them complete the armament change? We need them now! ”

The farmer gritted his teeth, looked back at his compatriots behind him, and shouted hoarsely:

"Maybe I'm crazy, but... But we don't want to experience the feeling of losing our home again, we, we need those undead! We need them to protect us! to protect our home, which is also their home, isn't it? ”

"Don't be afraid, Uncle Jason."

Little Satin shrugged his shoulders and bowed to everyone:

"They're already here! With the power bestowed upon me by the Defiya Federation, I hereby assure everyone that the devil will not destroy our homeland... Because, the Dark Blade is protecting us! ”

Old Jason took a few steps forward, he lay on the observation port of the bunker, and looked beyond Sentinel Ridge, where the Death Knights with the Dark Blade Banner appeared at the end of the line of sight in the savage setting of the Western Wilderness, and behind the heavily armed black undead, there were roaring black tanks, those guns pulled by skeleton warhorses, and some strange mechanical weapons.

And a moment later, the golden heavy cannon on the walls of the distant Stormwind City adjusted its direction, and in the cheers of the people, golden rays shot from the ground to the sky, and a legion warship carrying the demons was torn apart from the center under the accumulation of dozens of rays, and in the earth-shattering roar of the people who lived here, black gunpowder smoke smashed on the ground surrounded by the sea of the undead.

"Look, father, I said..."

Little Satin stood beside old Satin and said to his father:

"The king or something, it's not worth nostalgia at all... With our own hands, we can also create a better future. ”

"Ugh..."

Old Satin reached out and patted his son on the shoulder, and the loyal veteran of the old times sighed, and he whispered:

"I'm not worried about the Defia Federation... Northern Xinjiang, compatriots in Northern Xinjiang, we are all human beings... Why be forcibly torn apart into two groups? My son, the compatriots in the northern frontier have no undead protection, they can only use their bodies to resist the demons... We should help them! The greater our power, the greater our responsibility! ”

"Of course, we'll help."

Little Satin pursed his lips and said to his father:

"If they are willing to send their own king to the gallows..."

The conversation between Little Satin and Old Satin will not be known by too many people, but it does reflect the two minds of the Federal District, of course, the collision of these two minds we can talk about later, just as the Western Wilderness ushered in the demonic invasion, above the barren land of the Black Iron District, under the dark sky of the Burning Plains, the door of the larger legion has been opened.

But when the first demon bats rushed into the land, they couldn't find any traces of living creatures on the ground, and instead they were replaced by the black ones on the ground... Strange metal creations, like dense cannon barrels facing the sky.

"The devil is coming!"

Standing at the top of Mount Blackstone, the Wararmoured Governor Myra raised his head, his long hair blown by the bustling wind, beneath the inaccessible land, creatures were passing through the lookout, observing the war on the plains, which was destined to become a template for a new war in Azeroth.

"Lock on to the target!"

"Aim!"

The invisible voice of the mind echoed in the quiet artillery positions of the plains, which had been thoroughly militarized, the cold barrels of which were slowly pointed at the sky and ground of the intended attack in the collision and rotation of engineering bolts and gears, and behind the barrels were groups of cold and calm undead.

They won't be afraid, whether they're facing demons or humans...

"Launch!"

The moment the first demons appeared on the ground of the Burning Plains, the sound of flint thunder completely shook the area, and the flames and cannonballs from the ground roared across the sky, and the moment the smoke of the explosive weapons made of steel covered the sky, the demons on the ground were completely torn apart by the scorching explosion in ignorance.

And the billions of turrets, billions of glorious scenes, made Myra's vision completely enveloped by a scorching red curtain of light, like a genesis of steel and gunpowder, in the screams of the demons who survived with great difficulty, the Blood Collar opened his arms and let his robes be hunted by the hot wind.

"Ahh It's beautiful..."

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"It's coming."

On a mountainous plateau on the northern border, the Dreadlord Kasanatir maintained his human form, standing on top of the mountain rock in the form of the great knight Tulayan, looking at the sky above Dalaran, and the door of the legion was suddenly opened.

"Why don't you come and sit down? Friend. ”

Casanatyr beckoned to Bernholler behind him, and in the corner where no one was looking, Casanatyr's eyes flashed with a glint of great anticipation, it gave everything for this moment, even buried its conscience, it looked forward to seeing the fruits of its efforts, more than anyone else!

"Come on, sit here."

"Join me in witnessing... The "Great Victory" of the Legion. ”