"Report!"

The door to the command room was pushed open by a non-commissioned officer covered in blood, and the corporal who had been sent to the world of Draenor from the Senjin Headhunters was a brave man who dared to fight, but at this time, there was a trace of fear on his elongated face that was typical of a troll.

This is the garrison of the Third Legion of Void Storm, 20 minutes ago, a demonic vanguard appeared from the void and began to attack the defense line of the Third Legion, and the brutal war only lasted 20 minutes, and the Third Legion had already suffered more than half of the casualties.

Standing in the command room was a tall minotaur, but unlike the others, this guy's bare skin outside the steel armor was a rare pale gold, which looked like some kind of hard metal, and his voice was like a steel knife intertwined, full of metallic texture.

"What's the matter?"

"Five minutes ago, the 154th Coalition Army was completely annihilated, and the demons have already penetrated the second layer of defense, and the front line needs support!

The troll sergeant wiped the blood stains from his face and said loudly, and the constant roar of the magic cannon and the light and shadow of the large-scale war magic guided by the demons outside the window of the command room lit up the dim sky of the Void Storm, which was always in the state of polar night, and it looked like a glorious fireworks feast.

However, in the face of the herald's nervousness, the minotaur who had his back to him and carefully observed the map did not feel even a trace of nervousness, and he whispered in that very special metallic voice,

"Oh, you mean, that group of people who are greedy for life and afraid of death, there are 5,000 people, and in the face of 2,000 demons, they can't even withstand it for 20 minutes, so my three-layer defense line is broken through the second layer?"

There was unconcealed disdain and contempt in this voice, and this question made the troll non-commissioned officer a little embarrassed, the Third Legion sounded imposing, but in fact it was just a cannon fodder army, and the front line was all those thugs and scum who were hiding in the slums of various cities in Draenau.

A month before the start of the war, Illidare used absolute cruelty to snatch these guys, who were really greedy for life and afraid of death, out of their rat holes and sent them to the front lines, in fact, the non-commissioned officers themselves thought that their combat effectiveness was too bad.

5,000 people, even if they are all recruits, should not be able to hold out for even 20 minutes in the face of less than half of the demon strikers, obviously, their will to fight has reached an unimaginable level.

"But if there are no reinforcements, the second layer of defense is estimated to fall quickly, sir! Relying only on the third layer of defense is too risky!"

The non-commissioned officer whispered, "The Third Legion's defense line is just stuck at the junction of Void Storm and Blade Mountain, and once we collapse, the entrance to Blade Mountain will be completely exposed under the demon's eyelids. ”

"Huh?"

The minotaur turned around, the steel face had two intertwined scars, it looked terrifying, but his eyes shone with a kind of flame-like light, and the golden anger was wrapped around his wrists, throbbing, this special power also showed the identity of this guy.

It's a Heroic Spirit... A Minotaur Heroic Spirit that is still very rare at this time of year.

He took two steps forward and looked at the Troll Sergeant, who was nearly a third taller than him, looking like a mountain of metal.

"Julio"

He said, "Are you scared?"

The troll non-commissioned officer straightened up suddenly, they, the front-line officers, had permission to read the enemy briefing, they knew how ferocious the demon was this time, the troll non-commissioned officer Julio did not deny that he felt a trace of fear, but neither he nor the Minotaur Major stationed here knew that no one on this line of defense would take a step back except for those bastards who were greedy for life and feared death.

Because behind this world is their home, and they have no way back.

"I'm not afraid!"

The troll replied aloud, the resolute expression on his face pleased the Major, who snorted.

"Those bastards who are greedy for life and afraid of death should have died a long time ago... 1 year ago, when I first came to Draenor, I was sent to the demon planet Marton for an expedition, we went to 2 people, only came back less than 3000, and now those 3000 people have become the most stable pillar of the world's defense line, not these bastards who only know how to waste resources!"

The minotaur stretched his arm, and his body made a steel crash, which made his next words even colder.

"Let them die..."

Julio's eyes widened for a moment, and then he heard his commander say, "Since they can't contribute even the slightest bit to this world in their life form, let them contribute their strength in another form." ”

A stiff smile appeared on the Minotaur's steely face, a smile that sent chills down Julio's body.

"Death... It's just the beginning of their truly meaningful existence, and what life can't do, let death do... Go, Julio, and tell General Thassarian that the Third Army is ready for a counteroffensive, and let the noble sacrifice begin now!"

"Yes! Major Gamor!"

Five minutes later, the second line of defense of the Third Legion completely collapsed, and the villains who buried their heads deep under the trenches during the battle thought that this war was like a battle for their gangsters, and that if they were smart enough, they could save their lives, but how could these scum who never dared to set foot on the battlefield know the nature of demons.

Everywhere the dark green flames went, everything would collapse, whether it was flesh and blood life or cold rocks, all under the merciless trampling of the demon guards, humbly losing the last ray of life and hope, and those desperate escapers only remembered to take the weapons in their hands to resist those ferocious monsters at the last moment, but it was too late.

They tried their best to show their ferocity and savagery, but when they held their spears, what appeared in their vision was a burning body and the dark green flame of existence.

When they turned around and fled from the originally neat line, they had actually lost the last chance to survive, whether it was a cunning human thief or a strong orc bandit, in the violent stampede of the demon group, even a duel of last glory could not be obtained.

This is war, cowards will never get used to it, and cowards will lose the war in the first place, a war to the death.

The demons roared furiously, with the powerful momentum that had just broken through the joint camp, the 3,000 demons had almost no losses, they broke through two lines of defense in 20 minutes, those panicked soldiers, no... Those can't be called soldiers, they can't stop the iron hooves of the legion at all, and the world will still easily fall into their hands.

Like the thousands of worlds that have been conquered, they will carry the wrath of a fraudster, press the traitor to the torture table, slaughter him in the most brutal way, and throw his soul and the soul of the rebels into the eternal flames of torture for 1,000 years!

Gammor stood at the center of the third line of defense, and behind him were 1,500 soldiers in heavy armor and armed with heavy weapons, these soldiers were of the same origin as those who were wantonly slaughtered, but unlike the scum, they were not defeated by the terrible of Draenor, on the contrary, they passed the test of fire and blade, and they were reborn in this world.

They were a group of veterans who had fought demons in Marton and demons in Draenor, and they weren't afraid of the roaring creatures who lunged at them.

Gammor had a burnt cigarette butt in the corner of his mouth, the Heroic Spirit was not good at that, since he was reborn at the High Gate, he had almost lost most of his taste and pastime, but the more he did so, the more he indulged in battle.

A good warrior should abandon all indifferent enjoyments.

"Whew..."

The Minotaur Heroic Spirit flung the cigarette butt aside, reached out and lifted his giant battle axe from under his feet, a stiff smile broke out on the corner of his mouth, and said to the old human man beside him,

"Look, they thought we'd be afraid of them, they thought they'd break us..."

"Wishful thinking!"

Jean moved his finger, and behind him was the former Gilnes royal guard.

"But they don't seem to think so... They feel that they have a great advantage. ”

Garmor buckled his sharp-horned helmet to his head and said angrily, "Look, that ugly guy is baring his teeth at me." ”

"Then shred them!"

Jean's words fell, and his body began to collide rapidly, and in less than a second, a tall white werewolf appeared next to Gamor, wearing a gray robe, and ten dagger-like claws popped out.

The next moment, a dull explosion exploded from the center of the rushing demons, and those corpses that had died and could not be given a second life were manipulated by the dark energy, and the shocking explosions cut off the demons from the center.

The corpses, which were still intact, were ordered by a mysterious will to take back control of their dead bodies from the darkness, but unlike when they were alive, these guys had to succumb to the will in their minds, and from the ground, from their own bodies, drew blood-stained weapons, and pounced on the nearest demon.

Silent march, silent fighting, the demons were horrified to find that these damned bastards were 100 times more difficult to deal with when they were dead, and they used their long swords, claws, and even teeth to disrupt the formation of the demons with their broken bodies.

An icy aura rose from behind the Third Legion, and the black hole of the 57 dragon bones shone in the eyes of the cold of death, and Sasarian sat on the head of the bone dragon at the front, his will connected to the earth, driving the newborn undead to mess with everything.

They are walking with death!

"Kill them!"

Gammor roared, and golden rage burst from under every inch of the metal skin of his body, and this minotaur who had won a second life with his own existence had truly sublimated between the horrors of death.

"Poof"

The giant battle axe easily split a tall demon guard in two, and the Minotaur Heroic Spirit laughed wildly and stepped on the earth with his hooves, the violent vibration made the surrounding demons stagger, and the next moment, the rounded battle axe swept across the other side.

The 270° sweep made Garmor's armor and weapons stained with disgusting stumps and severed arms, and the werewolves of Gilneth let out a distant wolf howl, led by the wild old wolf Jean, with an absolutely powerful attitude, piercing the demon's camp head-on.

Whatever stood in their way would be split in two by the claws that were raised, and when all the shackles were loosened, the wolves who fought for the sake of battle became wild blades that terrified all opponents.

No requirements, no rules, no constraints!

Kill! Kill everything!

The veterans of Gammour's third line of defense were no longer satisfied with passive defense, they rushed out at the moment of the battle, and the formation of the demons who had been stopped by the undead had been torn apart, and they began to quickly slaughter the demon guards who were disturbed in groups.

Beyond the dark green torrent blocked like a wall, warriors with golden flames and a doomsday guard wielding a lava halberd were already entangled.

"Bang"

The giant axe and the halberd collided, and a series of beating sparks were wiped out between the pursuit of the weapon, and the eyes under the minotaur helmet had turned blood-red, and the doomsday guard on the opposite side couldn't help but take a step back under the huge power of the heroic spirit, and then was caught by Gamor, and under the attack, it was forced to retreat.

"Roar! your world, all worlds! will collapse under the slaughter of the Legion!"

The purple-skinned Doomsday Guard shouted, trying to energize the demon soldiers around him who were besieged by a growing number of undead and caught in a bitter battle.

"The Legion is invincible! The Legion will win!"

"Bang"

The halberd in its left hand came out of its hand under the impact, and when it flicked the other halberd, Gammor directly discarded the great axe that had been curled, and jumped to the side of the Doomsday Guard with both fists in hand, a heavy blow to the heart, and then a violent hammer blow.

"Go to TM's legion! Go to TM's invincibility!"

"Show me clearly! This is not a place for you to go wild!"

"Give me where did I come from... Go back!"

"Bang"

The Doomsday Guard was carried by Garmor on his left leg, like a human war hammer, sweeping left and right all the way forward, and after the Black Dragon reinforcements joined, this battlefield that had become a complete mess lost its last suspense.

And this is just the prelude to the beginning of the surging demon war, but the real climax is coming.

Right here! under the stars!