Hundreds of thousands of years ago, or even more so, the vast majority of the universe was ruled by the Titans of the Pantheon.

They are the most benevolent rulers, and they don't even show their authority violently, even though each of them is the most powerful being in the universe, and these powerful beings who are keen to sow the seeds of life have visited tens of millions of planets, and on those planets suitable for life, countless eras of life have begun.

However, even the most moderate rulers have an iron side, and the Pantheon is no exception, in the long journey of finding life, they see not only those orderly and beautiful lives, but also some twisted, dark existences, either because of nature, or because of the formation of nurture, in short, allowing these twisted lives to exist wantonly in the universe is the greatest threat to other life.

So the Titans have also built many prisons in the infinite universe, dedicated to imprisoning these brutal beings.

The largest of them, called Marton, is an evil prison composed of an entire planet, in the good cosmic era, Marton and other planetary prisons, imprisoned those most cruel, vicious, and cunning dark beings, guarded by the most powerful warrior of the Pantheon, the Bronze Titan Sargeras, in that era, under the stellar sword called Goshracher in the hands of the Bronze Titan, no darkness dared to resist.

But even the wisest Titans did not realize that their most powerful warriors, in the endless battle with the Void Lord of the Shadow Realm, who has been trying to erode the present universe, have changed a lot, have seen endless corrosion and depravity, and discovered the corrosion of those disgusting Void Lords on the nascent star spirits, and the purification of the flames is constantly emerging in the depths of Sargeras's heart, Sargeras believes that the purification of the universe, the purification of those star spirits that have been corrupted by the minions of the Void Lord, is the only means to ensure that the universe will not be attacked by the Void Lord。

But he didn't realize that the appearance of this brutal idea already meant that a certain part of his soul was moving closer to chaos, but at this time, Sargeras still had the possibility of being saved, after all, he was the titan of the highest embodiment of order, and his resistance to chaos was far greater than that of mortal creatures, as long as other Titans noticed this, it was not difficult to prevent what happened next.

Unfortunately, fate is always so manipulative, and after Sargeras had this idea, during his daily rounds of the prisons of various planets, a demonic creature called Nasrezm, because they are good at playing with souls and seeing torture as a kind of entertainment, was sealed in the prison by the Titans, this creature is the best at attracting the darkness in the hearts of other creatures.

They are crazy, adventurous, and don't know for what purpose, they have exerted their abilities on the body of the most powerful Sargeras, and the previous Sargeras simply ignored this low-level temptation, but at this time, the darkness in Sargeras's heart was already ready to move, and Nasrezm's adventure became the last key to open this darkness.

So, the Bronze Titan fell, and the noblest life fell into darkness, he will still fight for this universe and the void, but at the same time, he is also driven by the will of darkness, breaking all the planetary prisons, with demons and endless twisted lives as his servants, they are afraid of the power of Sargeras, and all demons, including Nasrezm, are loyal to Sargeras, who call themselves the Burning Legion, and carry out a cruel "purification" within the universe.

The Burning Crusade, everywhere the Burning Legion went, was only known to the cold wreckage of the planet and the graveyard of life, and the end of this expedition was known only to Sargeras and his lieutenants, and now, Dick and the Guardians.

Azeroth, the star spirit titan with the most potential but has been corrupted by the old gods, Elune.

Of course, what is happening in Marton today, the relationship with Azeroth... Not too.

As the largest demon prison, Marton is the first dark land to be opened by Sargeras, the powerful power of the Dark Titan completely tore the planet apart, but it was strange that it was not destroyed, most of the remaining half of the land from the hands of the Dark Titan, in a strange form wrapped in dark green magma and evil energy, brutal magic energy, continued to exist in the void, but due to the ravages of the energy left by the Titans, the space barrier of this continent was transformed into a unique appearance.

It is said that it is possible to reach any planet controlled by demons from Marton, and it is precisely because of this special spatial nature that the demons of the Burning Legion have not given up on it, on the contrary, they have used this place as a base for the advance of the great plan to continue the burning expedition, and this continent in the void is almost filled with all kinds of demons.

Its name is still called Marton, of course, the cannon fodder army of the Outland Kings who landed here a few months ago called it the "Demon Star", which is so apt that in the end, even the elite Illidare, began to call Marton, from the large camp of Illidare, to the north of Marton, except for the endless dark green that represents the existence of demons, this broken world, there is nothing else.

The northwest of Despair Ridge is the station of the Cannon Fodder Legion, which is actually a small plain surrounded by 7 large legion portals, in this place full of demons, don't expect the living conditions to be good, on the hard and cold ground, there are several camps scattered around, and there are almost no tents between them, which is the dividing line between the several major forces within the Cannon Fodder Legion.

Illidare adheres to their leader's kind of informality, regardless of the ruthlessness of the means, those indifferent and crazy demon hunters only care about when the demon attacks, these cannon fodder can come in handy, in addition, the struggle within the cannon fodder legion, they are ignorant, it is said that there is an unspoken rule in the cannon fodder legion, as long as the dead are not killed, or the dead are not discovered, they can make trouble as much as they like.

Well, I'm not wrong, you didn't hear it right, even in a world full of demons, these cannon fodder will still fight each other, this is the bad nature of intelligent creatures, there is no way to control it, in fact, if it weren't for the fact that there were far more demons in Marton ready to rush into the Despair Ridge camp and slaughter them, these villains from all over Azeroth would have been killing each other a long time ago.

But whether it's Illidan who received them, or Dick who sent them over, they don't really care how these scum will die, the only question is whether their death is worthwhile, obviously, for the big guys, letting these bastards die in Marton is a very valuable thing.

"Hey, newcomer, come over and give me a whack on the back!"

The gloomy orc warlock picked his teeth with a crude toothpick as he shouted to Gamor, who was about to return to camp with his lunch, the minotaur lowered his head, not intending to pay attention to these creatures who were burned by chaos, but the warlock from Twilighthammer took this silence as fear, he slapped the table with a sinister smile, and the two black-robed cultists who were with him stopped Gamor left and right.

"Didn't you hear me?"

The orc warlock with a toothpick in his mouth walked up to Gamor, he looked at the minotaur who had only come to the camp half a month ago, thinking about the threat of this guy, judging from his usual performance, this guy should be a good bully.

And this little conflict has attracted a lot of boring guys, bastards of all races are holding their own dinner plates around to watch the excitement, in Marton, a place where birds don't shit, there is little entertainment, in fact, there are not no women here... But considering the nature of this camp, the women who can be sent here will definitely not be easier to bully than these men, in fact, one of the five major forces in the camp is a group of female viku people who call themselves "Brunhilda", they only accept women, and they are nicknamed "she-wolves", a group of crazy people that no one wants to provoke.

The Orc Warlock's force is Twilight's hammer, a cult that everyone in Azeroth shouts about, but in Mardon, which is full of scum, they have not been punished more for their past evil deeds, or in other words, being thrown here is the biggest punishment in itself, after all, when the war comes, the casualty rate of the cannon fodder battalion is as high as 80% Those who are lucky enough to survive will be absorbed by the orthodox legion of Illidare as a servant army, and they will still have to charge ahead, but at least they can enjoy the happiness of this ghost place before they die.

In the face of the orc warlock's provocation, Gammor pursed his lips, his lips were full of dead skin that had fallen off because of the extreme heat of the day and the extreme cold of the night, in the half month since he came to Marton, Gamore's coalition army has experienced three battles, and more than 2,300 scum and bad seeds who came with him have now only died about 200 people, in this half a month of living like a year, Gamore has seen almost all kinds of death, burned to death, frozen to death, hacked to death, eaten, melted, poisoned, and even suicide。

To be honest, the fact that this minotaur, who had been a thug in Orgrimmari, was still able to hold on to it was enough to show that he was determined, or rather, maybe earlier this guy had been numb.

More and more people gathered around Gamor and the defiant orc warlock, and some of the guys who were afraid of the chaos in the world were shouting something, as if expecting a brawl to release everyone's suppressed feelings, the orc warlock seemed to enjoy the gaze, he stepped forward, waved the staff in his hand, and slammed the plate that Gamor was holding, leaving the food that was well cooked, but the bad ingredients were spilled everywhere, like a food rain.

The sackcloth tunic worn by the minotaur was stained with food oil, but he still kept his head down, unresponsive to the humiliation, his lips moving slightly, but his voice was so small that no one could hear what he was saying.

Gamor's reaction made the orc warlock even more satisfied, and he felt that it was the effect of the twilight hammer insignia on his chest, and he triumphantly walked up and down in front of the tall and cowardly minotaur, like a big man, and finally slapped Gamor in the face,

"Whoa, coward, don't show up in front of me, or in the name of Twilight's hammer, I'll cut off your flesh bit by bit, let your blood run out, and feed you to the damned demons!"

The warlock had done all this, turned around and was about to leave, but at this moment, a huge palm full of knife marks pressed against his shoulder, and approaching was an unimaginable force from his shoulder, blood-red anger soared rapidly on the palm, and then burned wildly, under the blessing of anger, just a second, the orc heard the bones of his shoulder clatter.

"Ahh

His screams immediately woke up his companions, and the two black-robed cultists quickly drew their weapons and rushed towards Gamor, who was still with his head bowed, but his whole body was already wrapped in blood-red rage.

"Let him go!"

Before the human cultist could finish his words, a huge blood-red fist grew bigger and bigger in front of his eyes, and...

"Bang"

Red blood was like an erupting waterfall, when the head was sprinkled towards the people watching the excitement around him, the human cultist's body shook a little, the headless body smashed on the ground, the long knife he held in his hand had fallen into the palm of the minotaur's hand, and before the other troll cultist could escape, he was stabbed through the heart from behind, and the blade was quickly pulled out, Gammor also raised his head at this moment, the eyes that were originally brown were already full of red at this time, he held the struggling and wailing warlock in front of him in the air with one hand, tilted his head to look at him,

"You're going to feed me to the demons? You're going to kill me?"

"Come on, kill me, come on, come on, come on!! bastard, come on!"

No one dared to stop the furious Minotaur, in fact, the really smart guy sneaked out of the crowd the moment Garmore counterattacked, there is never a shortage of madmen driven crazy by pressure in this camp, those madmen are the most dangerous when they go crazy, such as Gammor in front of him, he is obviously on the verge of collapse, and the warlock who doesn't know whether to live or die runs to provoke him, and there is only one... Azeroth has a lot of dangerous creatures, and the crazy Minotaur is definitely at the top of the list.

Five minutes later, the apathetic Soul Eater Alleri and two Grey-Tongue Breaker berserkers walked from the path where the crowd parted to the scene of the murder, the supposedly mad Minotaur warrior was sitting on the side in despair, holding a half-truncated knife in his hand, looking like an ordinary coward, but his hands were stained with blood and shredded flesh, and next to him was a human corpse with a head smashed with great force, a troll corpse with a heart and entire abdomen torn open, and a pile of bloody and disgusting things, barely able to tell that it was an orc corpse.

"Hmm... Is Twilight's hammer provoking again?"

Alaili stretched out his finger and gently covered his nose, then waved his hand casually, and the Graytongue Breaker, who was standing behind her and was wearing a full armor of black and hideous armor, stepped forward and dragged the dazed Gamor towards the outside of the camp.

The well-built Demon Hunter didn't care about the dead villain, there were no good people in this place anyway, anyway, ten minutes after she left the camp, a new order was given.

As a punishment, the 107th Commando Wing to which Gammor belongs must hand in at least 10 demons' heads after 6 hours to make up for it, and since Twilight's hammer has been causing trouble recently, so in tonight's raid, the cannon fodder of Twilight's hammer will be the main attacker, if they can come back alive, no one will hold them accountable, and if they can't come back, it will be equivalent to the punishment for them for stirring up trouble during this period of time.

Three lives = 10 demon heads, a fair deal, isn't it?