In Crocoun's Burning Legion base, the bone hammer in Hatton's hand has been completely broken, the corpses of the four demon guards fell to the ground, and Hatton even injured the arms of the Dreadlord as the leader, but in this small space, he has persevered to the extreme.

"Whew... Whew..."

Hatton held the evil sword he had snatched from the Demon Guardian in one hand, and held it to the ground, supporting his body from falling, but the Shattered Chieftain was covered with scars large and small, and these demon cubs were so vicious that they didn't care if they could catch Hatton.

They only have souls... Yes, Hatton's soul fell into the hands of those wardens of the Burning Legion, and any secrets would be dug up, so Hatton had to persevere, even if he died, not in this place, or in other words, not in the way the demons wanted.

"Get out of here!"

Hatton took a breath and roared and rushed to the entrance of the prison penalty area for the last time, he frantically threw the magic energy war knife in his hand out of the green knife shadow, this last fight, like the momentum of a tiger descending from a mountain, the kind of madness that fought for his life, forcibly split the demon guard who was blocking the way in front of him, and cut off the arm of a demon guard.

In that stinky, flying blood, Hatton saw hope of rushing out, and he quickened his pace again, but at the moment when he rushed out of the demon guards, a dark shadow appeared in front of Hatton amid the screams of bats, and the Dreadlord opened his arms, and his sharp claws hung down on both sides.

This is the last obstacle, as long as you break through, you have a chance to escape.

Hatton's body jumped up from the ground at this moment, raising the magic energy war knife high behind him with both hands, and the bats behind the Dread Demon King also suddenly opened up at this moment, and the two shadows, one large and one small, quickly collided together in this small space, and the fear Demon King's sinister smile and Hatton's roar resounded in this small captive area at this moment.

"Knort"

The Dreadlord's body landed on the ground and took two steps back, while Hatton spun and flew out, falling to the ground in embarrassment, the magic sword in his hand shattered into three pieces, and the part with the hilt was stuck upside down in his head.

He was torn open with three horrific wounds from his chest to his abdomen, which was the final blow that almost interrupted all of Hatton's resistance.

"Hmph"

The Dreadlord looked at the two scars on his paws and snorted coldly,

"Grab him and bring him back to Marekai, Legion of Light... They can't run!"

Two demon guards rushed into the captive area from outside the door, and the arrogant one took one of Hatton's arms, dragged his body, and walked quickly to the door.

But just as they were about to leave the captive area, the Dreadlord shouted,

"Stop! you two! You're the Overseer Commander?"

This roar made the atmosphere that had just calmed down in the entire captive area become intense again, and the Dreadlord looked at the two demon guards who were standing there and no longer moved, and his gloomy eyes lit up with suspicion,

"Why have I never seen you!"

Well, although the demons are all ugly in the eyes of mortals, in fact, they are indeed different from each other, and the demons can tell the difference, and the meaning of these two "strangers" breaking into this place at this moment is self-evident.

The two demon guards glanced at each other, and the one on the left sighed,

"Clever fellow, alive... Isn't it good?"

Ereda's voice with a bit of an elven accent sounded, and they dragged him away, and Hatton, who was already in despair, opened his eyes suddenly, and the Dreadlord frowned, and it took a cautious step back, its sharp claws swinging forward,

"Kill them! Drain the soul!"

But at the moment when the 11 demon guards around it were still moving, 11 black shadows jumped out of their shadows, and sharp, scorching blue lightning flashed from the edges and blades of the blades, and the Dreadlord's legs began to tremble after the continuous sound of bones tearing and heavy objects falling to the ground.

All of them are one-hit kills!

These... Hell, these assassins! Where did they come from?

The 11 Warden Girls who followed Mavi clutched the sharp knife wheel in their hard enchanted armor to trap the Dreadlord who tried to escape, and the chains thrown by these girls were entangled, and even with their natural bat-turning skills, it was impossible to break through the steel net.

After their identities were revealed, Mavi and Nasha did not stop, but continued to drag Hatton, who was no longer resisting, out of the camp in the form of the two disguised demon guards.

Like the not-so-intelligent Dreadlord is only a few, the demons in the camp will not be suspicious of the "same kind" at all until they get the order, and the demon army in the Crocoon region will definitely not be elite, so they let them use this extremely risky method to save Hatton, who has closed his eyes and waited for death.

Five minutes later, 11 watchers appeared around Nasha, handing over the soul stones filled with demonic souls to Nasha, the tiny purple crystals that lingered with a seductive purple glow were almost perfect for demon hunters and warlocks, but useless for watchers, who collected the slain demon souls just to keep their actions secret.

Lady Mavi sat on a rock, her disguise removed, her heavy dark green bladed cloak, owl helmet, enchanted light armor, and the knife wheel in her hand, modified by Ulduar's mechanical gnomes, like the rest of the team.

While becoming sharper and more lethal, activating those gadgets, it can also make the blade show signs of elementalization for a short period of time, and the demon-breaking effect is increased by at least 3 times.

With Hatton's eyes, he could naturally see that these fierce demon slayers were simply armed to the teeth, their cloaks, armor and weapons all had magical runes that he didn't recognize, and the rows of dark green daggers like crystals stuck in their steel belts even smelled of death.

It was a dagger smeared with deadly toxin, and even a high-level demon would not be willing to touch even a little bit.

On top of that, their form is completely incompatible with Hatton's memories of Argus, and the chief can be sure that these guys are not Argus's life... Like the demons, they come from farther afield, and they speak Ereda!

The grammar and tone of the pure Ereda language, albeit with a strange accent, told Hattons that they had most likely been exposed to it from an earlier era, 25,000 years ago, when the world was still in darkness, and the entire planet was in use.

But now, the culture of the shattered world of Argus has collapsed, and in the ruins of the city of Marekai and the wasteland of Antolan, the lackeys who have surrendered to the demons speak only the language of the devil, or the Ereda language mixed with the language of the devil.

Where did they learn it?

Hatton's body trembled, the grammar of 25,000 years ago, a group of people outside the world, these two points combined, he already had a vague guess in his heart, a very bold guess, but the only one that could explain everything that was happening in front of him.

"Viren... Is he still alive?"

Before Mavi could speak, Hatton took the initiative to ask that he was injured and inevitably a little lacking in breath, but the trembling and hatred in that voice silenced Mavi.

Before they came, Dick had repeatedly told the natives not to hide any questions about the prophet Viren, but to tell them all.

After a few seconds, Mavi spoke,

"The Prophet is healthy, he has been living in Azeroth for 4 years with the Delanees, and they have also founded a nation called Essoda, which has been reintegrated into our world. ”

"Bang"

Hatton's fist slammed into the stone beside him, and his ugly face was completely distorted at this moment, as if he had heard the news that his whole body was about to be ignited, like a powder keg that had been ignited, almost completely exploded.

"So what are you doing here? Do you want to show our jokes for Viren? Get out! Go back, go back and tell that traitor! Just say that Hatton is dead, Argus is completely destroyed, let him live well in the new world! Let him forget Argus, forget us fools who should have died a long time ago, but are still insisting on saving this world. Get out!"

Hatton's voice was torn apart like a lone wolf wailing and hiding back in its lair, very unreasonable and irritable, but seeing the tears in the corners of the broken man's eyes, Mavi didn't care about these negative emotions.

This is a poor man who feels betrayed...

The lady thought so, but her answer was rather blunt, even forceful.

"We saved your life! And remember, it wasn't Veren who sent us... The Prophet doesn't have that much power yet, or rather, he will return to Argus later, and you can question him face to face at that time, now let's talk about what you know, we need information on all the demons in Crocoun's activities!"

"What did he come back for?"

Hatton's attention was still on Viren, and the chief tilted his head disdainfully, "Come back to see our jokes?"

"He's back to fight, sir... Our world is about to start a war against the world of Argus, and we are only the forerunners of this war..."

"A year ago, we thwarted the Burning Legion's invasion of the world of Draenor and the world of Shakan, but we know that the demons will not stop the war, so we must take the first step to lead the war into the demon world... You hate them, don't you? So we can cooperate, take 10,000 steps back and say, we just saved your life..."

"Frustration?"

Hatton's gaze rose at this moment, and he seemed to remember something,

"Wait, where did you just say you're from?"

"Azeroth..."

"Yes... That's the name. ”

Hatton grunted, he picked up a stick casually, supported his body, and got up from the ground, he looked at Mavi, the eyes under the owl's visor, indifferent as sickles, Hatton's memory of the most elite legion of Argus, also used to have this kind of look, but unfortunately they have obeyed the will of the devil and become the executioners of the destruction of the homeland.

The chief stepped back, and he asked in a low voice,

"You said you were from Azeroth... Do you know about Tulayan and Aurelia?"

Hearing this, Mavi turned her head and exchanged glances with Nasha, and then, Mavi stretched out her hand and stopped the chief's next words,

"Wait a minute, I'll find another person to answer you on this question... But I can tell you in advance that we know, and that's what we're here for. ”

On the other side, Nasha has already connected to the contact,

"Lady Sylvanas... Yes, we found news about your sister, heard her name from the local indigenous mouth... Well, we're near Crocoun Base 3 and we've left a liaison sign... Good... Have a nice trip!"

"Ma'am, Ms. Sylvanas will be here in 2-3 hours!"

Mavi nodded, she stood up, and walked towards the resting place, while Nasha said to Hatton,

"Wait 2-3 hours and Aurelia's sister will be here and she will prove our attitude. ”

Hatton leaned over slightly, it was a standard Ereda etiquette,

"Yes... Also, thank you for saving me, and don't mention Viren anymore, warriors from Azeroth, you are friends of the Crocoun tribe. ”