The moment the camouflaged landing capsule smashed on the ground, the strong impact force caused the shell of the entire cabin to completely burst open in the violent impact, and the rubble smashed like a cannonball into all the surrounding existences, and the landing point was the desolate Crocoun area, even if the extra-large bomb exploded here, no one paid attention to it, no one knew.

"Click, click"

At the bottom of the crater, in the center of the broken stone, the landing point of the large black landing module had been twisted, and two minutes after it was smashed, the door of the cabin made a clicking sound, and then the black door was kicked open and flew out of the cabin position for a long time.

The watchman lady with a somewhat stumbling figure walked out of the dark landing module with a knife wheel, she looked around vigilantly, everywhere she saw was a dark green apocalyptic scene, she raised her head, under the dark green sky, there were no stars, some could only be the existence of the demon's magic energy enchantment, and the burning air in the crater with a strong sulfur smell, Mavi only breathed once, she could feel the toxins contained in it.

It's not serious, but it's definitely not suitable for mortals to survive for a long time, Mavi twitched his nose under the mask, and then reached out and lit a talisman hanging from his waist.

A simple air purification enchantment, a primary magic circle that can be completed by an apprentice, and just as Mavi was looking around, in another valley not far from her landing point, the gloomy Duke of Chorazi walked on the ground with his feet a little weak, and finally he held on to the warm volcanic rock next to him, and couldn't help but curse.

"Hell bumpy..."

Either way, the first Elite was already in place, and they were making their way to the Legion Gathering Point in the Crocoun area as fast as they could, and then trying to blend in and gather any useful information.

Of course, it should be emphasized here that although the world of Argus has persevered in the ravages of the dark power of Sargeras, it does not mean that this world is intact, in fact, the continent on its surface has been torn into three large regions, according to the Ereda Twins, 50% of the world's land has been permanently shattered when the Dark Titan first came, or sank to the bottom of the ocean that has become the sea of poisonous mist.

In addition to the barren Crocoon region, there is also the Wasteland of Antolan as a battlefield for the Legion, where 70% of the Burning Legion's troops on the planet are stationed, and finally the Draenei megacity of Makere, which has been reduced to ruins, is said to be the teleportation area of the Burning Legion, from where the armies of the Agus World set out to attack other worlds.

And Dick and Illidan never thought of conquering Argus with an expeditionary force, which was impossible to do, and what Dick and Illidan intended to do was much more exciting and difficult than conquest.

Two days later, outside the Burning Legion Camp of Crocoun, in the shadow of an obsidian jungle, Master Warden Nasha silently observed the demon station in the distance with a special telescope, constantly adjusting the magnification of the telescope, recording every inch of detail in her heart.

This kind of intelligence gathering is childish for a Warden who has mastered the balance of the Shadows almost to the extreme, and if necessary, Nasha can even sneak into the front positions from the Shadows and infiltrate every hidden location once without alerting any demons, and even assassinate the Demon Overseers in the fortress.

But there is no need to do that.

"It's not in Nodasil anymore..."

Nasha muttered, being able to follow Ms. Mavi, she felt that it didn't matter where she went, and the "employee benefits" given by Ulduar were quite good, she was very satisfied with her current life, but just when Nasha was wandering out of the world, she was magnified dozens of times by the telescope, and suddenly a beating shadow flashed.

The Master Warden immediately retracted her scattered thoughts, and she instinctively realized that there was enough clue hidden in the abnormal shadow, and her eyes followed the floating shadow for nearly 400 meters, and then saw it sneakily sneak into the area where the demons were holding prisoners.

Nasha pursed her lips playfully, then tilted her head slightly, and whispered to a small liaison ornament that was fastened to her collar,

"Ma'am, I've found something 'interesting' here at Base 3 that, if nothing else, should have something to do with the native people we're looking for. ”

"Keep watching... I'll be there in 5 minutes!"

Mavi's slightly indifferent voice came into Nasha's ears, which made the eyes of the master watcher bend into a beautiful arc, although the lady looked the same as before, but as a sister who had followed the lady for nearly 10,000 years, Nasha could easily tell that the lady had been in a good mood recently, and even her gloomy thoughts had dissipated a lot.

That's a good thing... Nasha thought as she reached out and pulled a special hedron out of her pocket, followed with one hand, and a sharp strange knife wheel that had been blessed with many additional devices by the mechanical gnomes in Ulduar appeared in her hand.

There was a faint restlessness in the watchman's heart... The world is very hostile to them, and this hostility is on both sides, so Nasha feels that she urgently needs to use a "hunt" to balance her somewhat irritable state of mind.

On the other side, Hatton carefully manipulated the shadows around his body to hide his figure, he was the chief of the Eredar natives hidden in the Crocoon region, a former high priest, and now a master stalker.

His appearance was completely different from that of the Draenei, rather like those shattered ones who had been crushed and distorted by demonic powers, but compared to the poor people whose bodies shrunk and could only sink, Hatton's body remained the usual height of the Draenei, and it can be said that he was no different from the Draenei except for his appearance.

However, at this time, he lowered his body slightly, he held a spiked war hammer made of demonic bones in his hand, his eyes looked at the rest of the legion base, although he could not see it, he knew that the warriors who had followed him to this camp were scattered elsewhere, just waiting for his order!

Hatton breathed a sigh of relief, he held the war hammer in his hand with both hands, as the former Holy Light Sacrifice, he used it more easily, it should be the staff and the Holy Blade, but after Sargeras descended and Viren fled, the Holy Light abandoned this place forever, he narrowly escaped from the cruel slaughter of the demons, and formed this hungry tribe with other lucky people, relying on each other for survival.

For the first few hundred years, Hatton did not expect his tribe to continue, and by that time, the whole world had fallen into the hands of demons, as well as the demons of Ereda who had betrayed Argus, and the loyal dogs of Kilgardan and Akmund, Hatton never thought that he and those who were saved would survive.

But... The shattered world finally sheltered them, and in their most difficult moments, Hatton discovered a huge tunnel beneath the Crowcoon region, which was huge enough to accommodate all the poor people living in it, and combined with the barrenness and desolation of the Crowcoon region, they survived.

Over the course of 25,000 years, Hatton gathered more than 2 people from the shattered world of Argus who had escaped demonic pursuit and were unwilling to submit to the evil rule of Kil'Gardan.

The power is growing, and these poor people who are trying to survive in groups cling to their original simple ideals, and they will do their best to save all their compatriots who are caught.

This action has never been broken, and this time too...

Hatton was already very old, and even for the immortals Draenei, 25,000 years was a long time, but he still did not stop his rescue, and everyone in the tribe reverently called him "Chief", a name full of savagery.

Hatton's greatest hope in his heart is that one day they can take back their home from the demons, even if it is already shattered, even if it has been changed beyond recognition, Hatton does not want the next generation to survive in this hopeless land, but...

"Whew..."

Hatton breathed a sigh of relief, as he grew older, he often wandered into some memories, and he regained his grip on the hammer and used the techniques taught by the woman who called himself the "Ranger of Quel'Thalas" to creep through the shadows, the Draenei did not have the profession of assassins, and they once longed for the light and disdained to learn the skills of this shadow.

But now, tradition has long been abandoned, and in order to survive, Hatton is not shy about learning from those damned demons.

To survive!

The chief quietly walked behind the demon guard guarding the captive area, and the bone spur hammer in his hand smashed precisely into the back of its head, and the next moment the demon guard felt the whirring wind, most of its skull was lifted, and its companion tried to help, but another shadow slit its throat from behind.

Shot ruthlessly and mercilessly.

Hatton nodded to the Shatterer, who swung the bone dagger in his hand and re-entered the shadows, while the Chief walked over to his fellow citizens locked in demonic cages, and he looked at them, and they looked at him.

"You... You're Chief Hatton!"

A young man of the Broken, chained to the wall, had a pained face on his face, but there was a hint of surprise and respect in his eyes that could not be concealed.

Hatton nodded, so many years of rebellion had already made him lose interest in talking more, he strode over to the young man, pulled out the key he had found from the demon from his waist, opened his chains, and asked in a low voice.

"Would you like to join the Crowkun tribe?"

The voice was cold, gloomy, but there was a sense of acceptance in it, and the young man lay on the ground weakly, and he nodded vigorously, "Yes, I do! I ran here from the ruins of Makere, and that's what I came here for!"

"Good!"

Hatton nodded in satisfaction, but the moment he turned around, a twist flashed on the face of the young man of the Brokenman, and the next moment, a chaotic shadow and a huge form appeared behind Hatton, along with that cold voice,

"Ha, I've finally found you... Mouse!"

Hatton's eyes suddenly dimmed, as if some kind of fire was extinguished in his eyes, he didn't even look back, he knew that it was the Dreadlord of the Burning Legion, the most cruel and cunning hunter and executioner, in front of his eyes, the caged Breakers also tore off their disguises, and in less than 10 seconds, Hatton was surrounded by more than 15 elite demon guards, as well as a Dread Demon King.

The Dreadlord clutched his chin with his claws, and looked at Hatton trapped in the center with a grim face.

"The Crowkuhn tribe? a bunch of lost dogs... Do you really think you're going to be able to fool the Legion?"

The Dreadlord laughed, and then his expression suddenly turned hideous, "Say! Where are those bastards of the Holy Light Legion! Kill you all!"

"Then kill. ”

Hatton looked up, he took a deep breath of sulfur-smelling air, he smiled, "Kill all of us the last descendants of Argus, you want to get information from me, don't be kidding..."

The chief closed his eyes and clenched the blood-stained bone hammer in his hand as he muttered, "I... I've lived far too long, let me see the fate I should have accepted 25,000 years ago. ”

"I will die for Argus, for my world!