"The battle for Makere is scorching. ”

Dick frowned as he watched Uther's message, he couldn't be happier, even though the Burning Legion's portal keeper Hassabel had been killed in the first battle, but Kil'Gardan had shown unparalleled wisdom and determination in this raid.

A third of the elite demons of the Antolan wasteland, led by the Argus Council of War, broke through the first line of defense set up by Uther three hours after the ruins of Makere fell into the control of the undead, and these demons brought siege weapons, and they almost ploughed the ruins of Makere from beginning to end with dark green cannon fire that obscured the sky.

Lacking offensive and defensive weapons, Uther retreated to safety with the best of the undead, leaving them to fight to the death against the demons, and was eventually defeated by the demon legions commanded by the Council of War.

"It's normal for them to lose. ”

There was also some regret on Viren's face, and he waved the black gem rosary in his hand and replied, "The War Council, the wisest Eredas of the Argus Archium, when they embraced the darkness, they transformed their own wisdom into the war wisdom of wielding destruction and advancing, and they were almost the most warlike people in the entire Argus. ”

"Uther doesn't complain about losing... However, on the Machere's side, the Legion of Light finally chose to participate in the war, and with their help, Uther would not be wiped out at least, and we needed him to help us share the pressure in Makery. ”

Dick put down the news in his hand, he looked up at the second line of defense that was already scarred, the Wall of Krokun, in the past few days, Kilgardan had personally led the demons to charge, and that time the demon even climbed the tower of the Wall of Krokun, if it wasn't for the last moment, Odin and Dick worked together to expel Kilgardan from the defense line, I am afraid that day, the Wall of Krokun would have fallen.

Dick's iron soldiers had been depleted 10 days earlier, and the battle had cost Valagarh's Spirits almost 30% of the battle, and that battle had lasted for 3 days and 2 nights, almost the fiercest battle since the landing, and Dick's armor was almost completely dyed red in that battle, and even he had to start hand-to-hand combat, so you can imagine how bad the situation was at that time.

But after the war, the number of demons in the Crocoon area has hardly decreased, how many did the expeditionary force kill? thousands, or tens of thousands, or hundreds of thousands? These numbers are meaningless to the demons of Argus, if it were not for the fact that the earth spirits seized all the time to strengthen the city walls, and the terrain of the Crocoon area made it impossible to enter too many demons at one time, even if there were Dick and Odin, this defense line would have fallen long ago.

After the war, faced with a severe shortage of manpower, Hatton and Viren had to draw nearly 3,000 young warriors from the Crowkuhn tribe into the Crocoon Wall to participate in the defense.

But everyone knows that they won't last long.

In the face of defeat on both sides, Kilgardan is likely to desperately order the starship to carry out artillery bombardment, in fact, in recent days, there have been assault starships into the Krokuhn area to reconnoitre, and when those behemoths of steel warships pass over the heads of everyone in the war zone, the heavy pressure will be a little heavier, but after being destroyed by Odin, this unscrupulous reconnaissance operation is also much more cautious.

This is a demonstration in Kilgardan!

Viren knew, Dick knew, Odin knew, Kil'Gardan was telling them in this way that he had little patience left, and they didn't have much time left.

"Hey, how nice it would be if the Sagrit Keystone could be used at any time... We don't have to worry about the source of troops at all, but it's the 45th day now... We've overdone, and now it's up to them to prepare. ”

Dick moved his fingers for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief, "Let's hope they don't let us down." ”

"Then can we contact Illidan to return to Crocoun and prepare to open the door of Sagret?"

Viren suggested, "Doesn't it mean that opening a portal of that energy level will deplete the energy of the Sagritan Keystone?"

Ten days ago, Illidan entered the Antolan Wasteland with his demon hunter troops, a land completely occupied by the Burning Legion, to carry out sabotage and hunting operations, and there has been no news of them recently, but according to Illidan's character, this should mean that their actions are quite smooth.

Viren's suggestion made Dick nod,

"It's time to let him come back, Senxia has also found the weakest place in the defense of the demon fleet outside the Argus star field, when the time comes, we can open the portal directly in that place, and concentrate our firepower to break a road into the Argus continent, 200 against 90, if it weren't for this battle, I really wouldn't risk a war like this." ”

Dick took his ebony pipe in his mouth and muttered,

"Wisdom is priceless"

The mellow smell of tobacco rose, and the paladin buried his face in it, and he said to Viren like a whiner, "When Illidan told me that he was going to snatch the Sagritan Keystone and start a war in the demon's stronghold, I thought he was crazy, but now, I am tens of millions of light years away from home, and I am crazy with him. ”

"It can only be said that fate favors the brave. ”

With his eyes closed, Viren began to contact Illidan who was far away with a spiritual link, and while immersed in the interaction of thoughts, he said, "I never thought that one day, I would return to Argus in this way, but Dick... I think Kil'Gardan has already guessed our purpose, and it is likely that he already knows about the future war, and he transferred some of the demons back to the Antolan Wasteland the other day, I don't think that is the trouble that Illidan caused them. ”

"He's moving his troops, preparing for a surprise attack, and apparently, he's preparing for a war. ”

"Then let him come. ”

Dick opened his left hand, his fingers swaying slightly, very faintly, as if carrying some kind of weight, "There are star spirits in this world, there is no doubt that Argus... Viren, if one day I need to destroy this world, will you hate me?"

The Prophet did not answer immediately, he ended his spiritual connection with Illidan, he moved the rosary in his hand, and after a few minutes he spoke,

"Argus is like a warrior, devastated, and now in the form it would never want to be, and I think it might want another ending more than to live like this, so, I won't..."

"Bang"

Before Viren could finish his words, the eyes of the two men became serious at the same time, and then turned to the sky, where a crimson light fell from the sky, like a scorching meteorite falling from the sky, and like a red, burning firestorm, its landing point...

"Crocoun's Wall!

Dick roared, his figure vanished in an instant, and Odin's roar came from the sky, but with their speed, they couldn't stop the earth-shattering light from smashing into the front of the wall of Crocoun.

"Bang"

There was another loud bang, and the entire Crocoon Plains shook, and the cracks in the ground began at the point of the fall, surging madly in all directions, tearing everything in its path, whether it was the heroic spirits defending the city walls, or the demons beyond, everything was destroyed in this crack.

The crack on the ground, which was more than ten meters long, was like the open teeth of the earth, and everything fell into it, as if it was swallowed, and the dust storm on the ground dispersed everything a little, and Dick, who was flying in the air, saw the place clearly.

It was an iron giant, a 30-meter-tall steel giant, with a winged helmet that was almost exactly the same as Odin's, but unlike Odin's brilliant gold, this guy's helmet was dark red, and Odin's strength was full of majesty. Destroy!

A kind of destruction more violent than chaos, almost like a Slayer fished out of hell, and beneath his violent skin was the magma-like blood, the light, the light that fell from the sky around his body, the light of the burning flames.

Like his armor, his robes, he was bathed in that aura of destruction, his eyes spewed flames that ignited everything, melted everything, he raised his left hand, and a black, heavy, long sword inlaid with orange-red gems appeared in his hand.

It was a broken blade, and in the back third of the blade was a severed rift, and at the moment of its appearance, substantial flames surged out from beneath the ground, from every inch of the ground, from the sky, from above his shattered body, a crimson flame that was hot enough to melt everything.

He swung the sword, and as the broken sword reached its highest point, a pulsing orange-red spark appeared on the broken stubble of the broken blade, and then spread rapidly, as if it were replenished and reshaped, completely replacing the first two-thirds of the broken sword.

It wasn't a blade in the conventional sense, on the contrary, after the flame was shaped, the beating blade was more like two connected flame barbs, deflected to the sides, and at the top was an arc-shaped depression, where the orange flame condensed into substance, like a real entity made of flames.

"The Titans are on top... That's Tishalah... That's Agrama!"

Odin's exclamation came from behind Dick, and the paladin was not shocked by the legendary name, he drew the sword of order from behind his back with his backhand, and summoned the power of his whole body, suppressing it in the eye of the storm on his finger, this crystal that can store a huge amount of energy turned its surface into a brilliant white after receiving Dick's silver-white power.

It's like a little sun held in the palm of Dick's hand.

Dick flexed his fingers, and at the same moment that Agrama's blade slashed into the wall of Crocoun, he flicked the energy in his hand towards Agrama, and the silver-white energy turned into a flying spear the moment it was shot, whistling into the air, disappearing, as if entering another dimension, and when it reappeared, it frantically stabbed at the center of Agrama's brow.

Like a deadly spear.

Agrama obviously felt the blow as well, but he didn't stop his attack, the Flame Ripper in his hand, which had once been part of the Sageras Sabre, a half-part artifact from the beginning of the universe, slashed into the front of the remnants of the Wall of Crocoon in a storm of flames.

"Boom Boom"

The earth was screaming, how could the shattered earth withstand the full force of such a god of destruction?

Even if it was just a single point, the whole arc of the wall of Crocoun was full of cracks, which were the rules of Agrama, stability, brute force and crushing... This line of defense, which had held back the demon for 45 days, was destroyed.

Agrama's other hand was in front of his forehead, allowing Dick to throw the energy spear to hit his reshaped dark body, sending a series of sparks that eventually pierced his palm, but couldn't go any further.

"Boom"

In the dust, the roaring demons rushed deeper into Crocoun, where all that was left was a floating Valagar in the sky, and a smaller rampart... The decisive battle, in this abrupt situation, kicked off.