The demons who operate on the Kil'gardan Throne are busy building portals with an almost invincible determination.

Sassovar the Corruptor worries the same remnants of the demons, and the Doomsday Lord Kazak is waiting in Marton to hear of their victory, and if they disappoint Kazak, it won't end well.

Is it really impatient to experience the various punishments within the legion?

It would be more pleasant to die in Draenor directly.

But determination alone is definitely not enough, no matter how strong the determination and will are, they can't compete with those dense silent necromancers, the defeat of the Hellfire Peninsula has made the demons very frustrated, and it has also made them realize the reality, this world is not without the power of resistance legion, if it is just a small fight like before, it is impossible to fight against the Knights of the Dark Blade that has really taken shape.

Just like Sassoval thought in his heart, if he wants to destroy this silent army, he must crush all their defenses head-on, the dead lack emotion, the brainless walking corpse will not be afraid, many conspiracies and schemes are difficult to implement, among all the opponents encountered by the Legion, the Knights of the Dark Blade may not be the strongest, but they are definitely the most difficult to deal with.

The Corruptor flapped its wings, gathering the power of the shadows on its body, silently infiltrating the rudimentary defensive enchantment of the Dark Temple, letting out a series of low laughs before slowly disappearing into the darkness.

It needs to look for an opportunity that will cause a mass uproar... And there may not be much time left for it.

At the same time that the dangerous infiltrators had already lurked in the core fortress of the Darkblade Knights, in the distant plains of Farranlon, the fortress of the Darkblade Death Knights, who had previously been dead, was once again "lively".

Roglio, who had rushed from the Hellfire Peninsula, looked at the Psychtar where he had lived for 2 years, and the plants that grew wildly on the plains of Farrenren completely covered everything in front of him.

Beyond the bones and masonry of the psychic tower, the forest and thorns, the stairs covered with green moss, vines wrapped around the ground, and covered with wild weeds, from the Death Knight's point of view, looked like a fortress that had been abandoned for years, but in reality, less than 10 days had passed since he left with the necromancers.

"I've read Autumn's research carefully, and now it looks like he's not lying."

Blood Mage Severn crouched on the ground, stretched out his hand to dig through the soil beneath his feet, he casually released a detection magic, and after a few moments, he stood up and smashed a cloud of corrosive shadow energy under his feet, and in an instant, a patch of grass was completely burned, and in the ashes flying, the earthy yellow ground appeared in front of him.

But in less than 10 minutes, the ground was covered with a layer of fine, freshly sprouted plants.

"There is some kind of secret hidden beneath this earth, maybe a giant living matter, or a super life form."

Severn spoke professionally, rubbing his chin, reaching for the mage hat on his head, and looking up at the huge forest that covered the entire island in the distance.

"Right there, I can feel it, there's abnormal magic fluctuations there."

"That's what we're here for."

Roglio looked indifferently at the unusually flourishing forest in front of him, and he whispered:

"I hope that instrument you brought in will work."

"Of course it works, it's an original 1,200-year-old product from a great sky civilization, but unfortunately, that's all we found in that tomb."

Saiwen said dissatisfiedly:

"Those ancient Raven Kings are really bad at things, we must keep digging in the Aranka Peaks until we find the blueprints for this weapon, and the method of smelting the Episis Crystal, Khadgar is also looking for a way to use it, I don't understand why Tyrion trusts that human so much, but in my opinion, he is completely untrustworthy! His spell-casting skills are also a mess. ”

The High Elf snorted in an arrogant tone:

"It's just a second-rate mage."

Roglio didn't answer, about the conflict between the blood mages Severn and Ottem, and the human mage Khadgar, involving a grudge between humans and elves that had been intertwined for 3,000 years, a sentence or two was not clear at all, and he had no intention of participating in this meaningless competition.

The Death Knight took one last look at the psychic tower he had built, then turned around and walked towards the outskirts of the island, the path they had cleared as they entered the forest was covered again, and Roglio brandished his runic sword, chopped up the disgusting plants, and strode towards the makeshift camp ahead.

A group of Raven Scroll Collectors were busy assembling some kind of sophisticated, with a unique Raven style metal creation, among them, there was a Tibetan scroll wearing a white robe, and the whole body feathers were white Scroll Collector seemed to be in a high position, and the entire assembly process was carried out under his guidance.

"Quack! Move a little lighter! ”

The white raven man screamed and scolded: "Treat this supreme treasure like your own life, 1200 years have worn it out too much in time, and it must be properly kept and used!" ”

Roglio walked behind the raven, he frowned, and looked at the golden machine in front of him, more than 3,000 different devices were put together by the Tibetan people in a super cumbersome way, it was a whole with a height of about 5 meters, and from the part that had been assembled, it was not so much a weapon as a sacrificial thing.

Its shell was stacked on a stand beside it, a metal shell of a finely carved golden bird's head, shining magnificently in the sunlight, the image of Roukma, the spirit of the sun soaring through the sky in the legend of the Raven People, and on the bird's eyes were two fist-sized transparent crystals, with countless facets, and the reflected sunlight made people feel dizzy at the sight.

Roglio crouched down and reached out to try to touch the gem, but was stopped the moment he touched it.

"Don't touch it! Death Knight! ”

Rogge turned his head and saw that the white-robed crow man was holding his cane, looking at him with a scrutinizing gaze, and in the eyes of the birds, there was a light called wisdom, although it was a fallen crow man, but from its demeanor, it was not difficult to think of the nobility and elegance of its time as a high-ranking crowman.

"The Sunstone is one of the most important components of Rukma's Breath."

The white Raven Man explained:

"The slightest error in its fixed position, even if it's just a slight angle deviation, will cause Rukma's Breath to cease to function... The wisdom of our ancestors is so profound that we incompetent descendants have not been able to understand the specific principles despite our desperate research, so you better not touch it. ”

"Quack, after all, this time to transport Rukma's Breath is fighting for you, isn't it?"

The white raven's gentle voice made Roglio nod, and he glanced at the brilliant gem again, stood up, and asked:

"So, who are you?"

"The contemptible man is the prime minister of the Kingdom of Terok, the leader of the secret meeting of the Tibetan scrolls... My previous name was too cumbersome, so you could just call me Sharid. ”

The White Raven Man looked at Rogrio, who hesitated for a moment, but still asked the question in his heart:

"So, Mr. Shared, this instrument... Well, it's not that I don't distrust you, but it seems to me that such a "petite" instrument is really capable of destroying these growing plants with a single blow? ”

"You know, in my homeland, the amount of energy and spellcasters required to achieve the same tactical goal is staggering, so I'm skeptical, and I hope it doesn't anger you," said Roglio. ”

"Quack, no, no."

Like other crows, Shared likes to mix with one or two bird squeals to express his different emotions, and in the face of Roglio's questioning, the crow prime minister was not angry, he just said slowly:

"Actually, I haven't seen the actual launch of Roukma's Breath, I just saw the record of it in the books of history, you know, we Raven people worship the spirit of the sun Roukma very much, so much so that the most noble priests in ancient times did not dare to call themselves the priests of the sun, that is a sacred and forbidden name in our history, but this weapon was named Rukma name."

"That's enough to prove that it is perfectly worthy of this sacred name, and it is recorded that the first time Rukma's Breath was used in warfare was 1,200 years ago, when a group of forest spirits summoned the proto-beasts and armies of plants in an attempt to capture the peak of Tongtian... The scene was exactly the same as that of the Plains of Phalanlon, but it only took one blow from Rukma's Breath to completely burn the huge legion. ”

The Raven Prime Minister, Shareid, let out a shrill laugh:

"Maybe the chronicler exaggerated history, but no matter how exaggerated, Rukma's Breath is the most powerful relic in the history of the Ravens, and soon, we will be able to see its power with our own eyes."

As he spoke, an Raven Assassin in black leather armor stepped forward, and his companion carefully picked up the golden shell, lifted it up, and placed the shell of the Rukma head on top of the instrument amid the prayers of the Ravens.

"Crow, it's up to you to guide the way!"

Shared repeatedly examined the golden mechanism secured to a three-meter-high platform, and after confirming that it was correct, it raised its hand, and the next moment, the obscure Raven Assassin spread its wings and rushed into the sky like a black wind.

"Bang"

The heavy ammunition box of the golden weapon was opened, and Prime Minister Sharid took out a hexagonal transparent crystal cylinder from the leather bag he was carrying, and placed it in the ammunition box, which was exactly the size of the bullet stuck in it, and after it was secured, the ammunition box was pushed into the machine and locked.

"Noam... My eyes are no longer good, it's up to you to take aim! ”

Shared commanded, and the next moment, another black-robed Raven Tibetan Scroll quickly walked up to the high platform, holding the golden machine's joystick firmly with his two claws.

"Buzz"

The moment the shell above the machine was opened, the sunlight that fell from the sky and sprinkled everywhere on the land seemed to be gathered by the focusing mirror, shining on the white crystal at the top of Rukma's Breath, and in less than a second, the huge amount of sunlight gathered turned golden, like a beating flame, dancing on the focusing mirror.

As Noem the Collector continued to adjust his direction under the guidance of the Assassin Raven in the sky, the temperature around him began to rise rapidly, and within 10 seconds, it had risen to an unbearable level.

Rogerio lowered his head, a small splash of water had gathered in the palm of his hand armor, which was a sign that the frost on the armor of the Death Knight had melted, which made Roglio shocked, he knew very well how low the temperature of the frost made by the Death Knight was, but now, this solid frost was actually melted so easily.

"Buzz"

After 15 seconds of charging, the golden light that danced above Rukma's breath was ignited, as if it was a real flame, and an extremely violent energy began to operate inside the instrument, and Roglio looked up and saw that the two white sun gems in his eyes on the golden bird's head shell had turned into the color of pure gold, as if the entire sculpture had come to life.

In the heat of the distorted air and the golden light curtain, in the exclamation of everyone, the sculpture distorted the light curtain, just like the real sun spirit Rukma was resurrected, and in its scorching heat, the trees not far away began to sway wildly, and at the moment that was about to be activated, an abrupt spark appeared at the top of the tree, quickly igniting the tree.

All the moisture that is within its target range has been roasted!

"Launch!"

Shared gave an order, and Noam, the Tibetan scroller, quickly pressed the golden switch, and the next moment, two flashes of golden light shot out from the bird's eyes, the sun gem, and the entire instrument stopped working at this moment, and the surrounding temperature also decreased rapidly, but instead, it was a flame that broke out in the center of the Fallen Plain.

There was no explosion, not even a roar, only a sharp roar like a birdsong, and then everyone's vision was completely enveloped in golden light, and an indescribable scorching storm swept across the plain, and everyone seemed to be on the edge of the most terrible fire, and the unsuspecting crows chirped in panic, their feathers were ignited, and they turned and jumped into the sea, but even the surrounding sea water was evaporated.

The overwhelming flames burned for a full 10 seconds, and then, as it suddenly appeared, after the accumulated sunlight energy was depleted, the golden sunlight flames slowly disappeared, leaving only a land covered with ashes and sparks, and where the sunlight rays landed, the dry earth had even been turned into a large circular crater like a desert.

Roglio removed the green anti-magic shield, and in the white Raven Shared's thanks, the Death Knight and the Blood Mage stared blankly at the plains of Franlon...

It was empty except for the flying ashes, the scorched corpses of the proto-beasts, and the forest that was still burning.

Rog turned his head to look at the dead golden machine, the Raven Relic named Rukma's Breath, the two gems of the bird's head facing him, as if mocking his ignorance silently...

This is the true power of the Episis civilization, this is the essence of the world of Draenor, this is... The power of the sun!