Makere, once the largest and most prosperous city in Argus, is said to have been inhabited by tens of millions of Eredans before the Dark Day, and it was here that Kil'Gardan and Viren ruled over the thriving world of Argus.

But this is also the site where the Dark Titan Sargeras landed in this world, and it is also the place where Argus was the first to be destroyed.

Not all of the Eredas were willing to renounce their faith in the Light, and the few who fled the moment Sargeras descended with the billowing darkness, they eventually gathered in Makere, and opened the Great City's Barrier of Light, the most powerful energy shield the Aredas could make.

No one knew if it would stop Sargeras, but other than that, they didn't know how to fight the Dark Titan or where to go... This is the worst of all, like people who are crazy about trying to escape from hell, but they don't know that they are already in hell and can't escape.

These ants who dared to refuse the dark gifts of Sargeras did not anger the Dark Titans, they were as small as dust in the eyes of the Dark Titans, and with a slight wave of his hand, Sargeras just waved his hand, and the unimaginable energy washed away everything in Makery, everything, along with the city and those who took refuge in it, turned into the current ruins, and was even torn from the earth, rising into the air, becoming a lonely and dead place, but also escaped the catastrophe of the Argus continent after that.

Sargeras created the largest burial ground in Argus as a way to demonstrate his great power, and since then, no one has dared to rebel against the Dark Titan, and he has succeeded in taking all of Argus's power, killing him for his life.

Even the people of Areda, who have been transformed into demons, have their joys and sorrows, and their emotions fluctuate, and they are reluctant to approach this place full of Iredar ghosts, and those souls who have been killed in the dark day hover over the city of Makere all day long, and they are unwilling to accept their fate.

For 25,000 years, these evil spirits are frantically attacking any existence that enters here, they are so crazy that even the demons are unwilling to provoke them, Makere, with its unique terrain, was chosen by the legion as the portal migration place, 80% of the spatial migration behavior of the demons of Argus started here, this is almost the most important area of the demons of the entire Argus except for the Antolan wasteland, however, this is no longer a demon.

The story started 10 days ago.

No matter how bright and majestic the race was before, it is impossible to maintain its original form after transforming into a demon, evil energy is the worst energy in the world, it is very powerful, it will tear apart everything it touches, and it will distort any creature that tries to control it for no reason, and the Eredas are typical of them.

"This is a world of malice, and a world of death, look here, my disciple, buried under the ruins are the best soldiers in this world... For you and me. ”

Uther reached out and wiped his hand over the ruined ground of the Makere Ruins, placing the soil in his hand in front of his eyes, watching it slip between his fingers, he casually looked at the dozen or so Eredar warriors who rushed towards him, their crimson skin and misshapen and twisted bodies, long horns, they looked almost exactly like the Demon Guardians, they were 3-4 meters tall, Uther looked like a dwarf compared to them.

But in the wizarding world, who is strong and who is weak is not just by size, the Eternal Silence took the humming death verdict from his back, the dark red bone sword was already impatient to make a slaughter, but it was held in Uther's hand, the cold blue-black armor held the hilt of the sword, without the slightest trembling, in the warm sunlight of Makere, he breathed a sigh of relief, the visible hoarfrost almost frozen everything in front of him.

"Wow, puff"

With two sword sounds, Mishirsa Anair, who was standing beside Uther like a young man, drew out the two long swords at his waist with his backhand, and the even colder frost almost condensed into substance in this sunlight, like two white ice dragons, wrapped around this young man in black armor and wearing a crown of thorns.

"Give them to me, Mentor. ”

Anel stepped forward, his face shining with undisguised indifference and disgust like someone in the past, "Such a miscellaneous thing is really disgusting, this world is hopeless, they surrendered before theirs... It's like a bunch of cowards. ”

It's a good thing that his disciples are in high spirits, in this bad world, even the senses of the undead are not very good, as a creature whose body is dead and exists in another form, when entering here, Uther can feel the kind of existence that others can't feel.

The kind of irritability that ripples in the air and ripples under the world is like a wild beast that has gone mad, does not care who the opponent is, only wants to pursue a crazy fight, and loses all reason.

The world is not dead... But it has suffered something more terrible than death, and under the influence of this inexplicable existence, there are few creatures in this place that are truly peaceful, and the demon's irritability from the depths of their blood is only one of the things that makes them aggressive, not even the main thing.

"If a mortal enters here, it may not take 3 days to completely go crazy. ”

Uther sighed, and then put the bone sword in his hand on the ground, the moment the blade touched the ground, the white frost spread wildly to all sides, even in the warm sun, there would be no pause, those demons had rushed to less than 20 meters away from the master and apprentice, and they even raised the spears in their hands.

"Go ahead!"

As if he had not seen the danger, the Eternal One closed his eyes and said in a deep voice,

"Follow your heart, Anaire, and nothing is more important to the spirits of the dead. ”

"Bang"

The not-so-robust body of the High Lord of Death who had received permission immediately rushed out from Uther's side, like a cannonball out of the chamber, and even brought the sound of air explosions, although the former Lich King only left a seed of power in this newborn soul, but under Uther's careful cultivation, the reborn Necromantic Monarch and the reborn Frost Sorrow in his hands have regained their original edge.

Maybe it's not as domineering as it used to be, but time, time belongs to him, and sooner or later he will become stronger, stronger than all else! This is the leader of the future Night's Watch, this is the future of the undead!

Uther, with his eyes closed, didn't look at the battle of Anaire's demons, he whispered in a cold voice like an old man in a dream,

"Death doesn't weaken, it doesn't dodge, it doesn't give you respite..."

"Poof"

The ice-encased blade of the reshaped Frost Sorrow's left hand grazed the neck of the Ereda demon at the front, like a soothing lover, but where the blade went, the heavy ice sliced its throat, as if it had a life of its own, growing outward from the wound and flying fast, freezing it in an icicle with the demon before life escaped from the demon's body.

It's like a sculpture, a sculpture of ice.

"Death does not lose its purpose, it does not choose silence..."

"Knort"

The blades intersected, and around Anel's body, the visible white ice storm began to circulate, freeze, and envelop everything around him, like a vast snowflake on the land of Northrend, which was the place where Arthas died and where Anel was reborn.

The sword was like a dragon, and the two ice dragons, under the blessing of the manipulator's cold will, rushed to the left and right with their teeth and claws, turning the Ereda demon who tried to sneak attack into two thick ice cubes.

And the tall demon who tried his best to block Anel's double-bladed slash, and a trace of fear flashed in its furious eyes, how could this ant-like human young man, how could he have such great strength?

The demon's feet pierced into the earth, it couldn't move, it could only watch the first brilliant ice flowers grow, and then quickly move to the sides, and finally spread to its arms, the feeling of being frozen in the body was not pleasant, but it couldn't help, not even wail.

"Death does not linger in the past, and it does not look forward to the future..."

Anel's body strolled past the demon that had maintained a posture of resistance, leaving behind seven icicles completely frozen by the ice storm, among which the body of the Ereda demon who tried to besiege it was frozen, without a single scar, but lost its life in the rapid low temperature.

Behind him, the big black curtain was scattered on the ground, but it was not stained with the slightest stain, and everywhere he went, the heavy cold ice spread on the ground like an open flower.

He held two almost identical swords in his left and right hands, slimmer and lighter than the Frost Sorrow he had been, but the coldness and absolute manipulation of death that had been inherited in his bones had not changed.

The 8-headed demons standing across from him had already retreated, they weren't brainless fools, and the current situation had proven that this guy was not easy to mess with, not to mention the old man behind him who was like a poet with his eyes closed.

At first glance, he is a ruthless character.

And Uther's long poem about death is not over.

"That's the absolute justice of time, everything has death, that's a symbol!"

"Bang"

The sword in Arnell's hand slammed down when it was far away from the demons, and the blade slashed through the air, bringing up the ice storm around his body and roaring towards the opponent in front of him in a life-giving posture, like a curtain of ice, ice picks and ice storms, under this warm sun, like a blizzard falling from the sky.

Wind Impact!

"You have to bow down to death!"

The storm around Anel had swelled to the extreme, the howling ice blowing heavy snowflakes swirling around him, and he was almost identical to the former Lich King, except for the difference in his physical posture.

"You have to sing the praises of death!"

The life-like ice storm swept through everything in front of him, but everywhere he went, it was too late for those demons who were fleeing in a hurry, and the contact was frozen.

"You're going to die!"

Bright icicles formed again, and the demon's wail broke the dead silence, but it couldn't drown out Uther's last sound.

Anel jumped to his feet, and the most demonic demon turned and fled frantically like the most frightened chicken, but Anel's body jumped into the air, and the bright dragon wings composed of two frosts spread out behind him, and beneath his immature appearance was a full hunter's heart.

He looked at the fleeing demon, a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and after reaching the highest point, his body fell quickly, like a predatory eagle.

"Eventually, you'll have to go beyond death!"

"Bang"

The last demon's heart was pierced, and the cold ice flower burst out of the wound the moment its heart was pierced, completely enveloping its tall body, and that purple wailing soul wrapped around the long sword, and was finally greedily eaten into the sword.

But at the same moment, in the very center of the Makere ruins, four portals opened at the same time, and the dark green, hellish rift portal pierced through the screams and roars of countless demons, eager to kill, eager to devour everything.

A tall female demon Ereda was the first to walk out of the portal, she was wearing heavy armor, her eyes were shining with substantial magical flames, and she also wore a helmet wrapped around her head, the tip of the demon's sharp horns was like steel ignited by dark green flames, she looked at Anaire, and the 15 icicles towering above the ground beside him, and the demons full of fear in them.

She shook her head, finally turning her gaze to Uther in the distance, and she reached out and pulled a crimson halberd from the void rift, the blade at the top of the halberd dark red and deep, like a fragment of the world.

She flicked her fingers, and three more molten portals opened in the air, and behind her, there was an even crazier aura, the aura of the demon lord from the other three worlds, and the dark bat wings behind her opened, and then closed slightly.

"I'm Hasabelle, the Legion's Portal Keeper, and you're strong... But this is my territory, and even the Holy Light Legion doesn't dare to disturb me... So, are you ready to die?"

Uther opened his eyes, and he exhaled a pale and cold breath,

"This is your territory?"

"No... This is the land of the dead, this is the land of death, here... It's my place!"

"Boom"

At this moment, death is calling, it is dancing, it is roaring, and under the ruins of the whole makere, the resentment that has been buried for 25 thousand years, is given substance in this moment, they are laughing, they are screaming.

They... It's finally time for revenge!