"Tread, step, step. ”

The deep voice sounded in the dark hall, mixed with the sound of the door being pushed open, a little rough, but in this absolutely quiet place, it seemed so abrupt and conspicuous.

This isn't the first time Kil'Gardan has stepped into the deepest recites of Antorus, stepping into this hall shrouded in darkness, but it's certain that the Great Demon definitely doesn't want to come to this place.

Kil'Gardan's wings folded behind his body, his crimson tail flicking and flicking, representing the master's unhappy mood at this time, Crocoun's confrontation has been going on for 40 days! Hell, 40 days! But the place is still solid, Kilgardan even tried to attack himself, but the combination of Viren and Dick made him return three times in vain.

The ruins of Makere, too, have been breached, and although the emergency War Council was able to reclaim the most important portal area in 3 hours, the area has been badly damaged, and the Death Knights have managed to convince the stubborn Legion of Light, and now the hidden rats are pouring out... The war in Makeret has begun.

"What a terrible situation!"

The fraudster walked in the darkness, a trace of hideousness and helplessness flashed in his dark green eyes, although he didn't like Akmund very much, but he now desperately hoped that that guy was still alive, at least he could be resurrected quickly, because the lack of high-end combat power was the most important reason for the humiliating failure of these 40 days!

The expedition to Draeno caused the Legion to lose high-ranking demon overseers such as Maronos, Blutarus, and Kazak, and even if it was a bone breaker, Akmund was killed in the Void by Medivan with his last power a few years ago, and has not yet been fully resurrected.

And although the Overseers of Antorus are numerous, none of them can confront Dick and the damned Odin head-on, and the undead legion of Makeret is also beyond Kil'Gardan's expectations, Hassabel is killed on the spot, the Creator is rescued, and the Witch of Destruction, who has been given the important task by Sargeras, will disappear, and it seems that there is a great possibility of death in battle.

In the early stage of the expeditionary force's attack, Kilgardan did not believe that he would fail, but now, he has tasted the bitter fruit of defeat, and the most aggrieved thing is that he obviously has a decisive weapon in his hand, but the big demon just can't use it, and the launch of a large starship on the ground, in the current form of Agus, will cause 70% of the disastrous consequences.

"It's like a mouse in a glass house!"

The Great Demon sighed, in the current tricky situation, he had to find a way to pick Dick and Odin out of the tortoiseshell-like line of defense, so that it was possible to expel those bastards who were not afraid of death.

The legion wins in numbers, although the steel legion on the opposite side has no fear, will not retreat, even if it fights to the last person, it will fight to the death, but under the absolute superiority, more than a hundred times the numerical advantage, as long as those two tricky bastards are killed, the legion is invincible in this world!

"Just need to find an opponent who will make them powerless to take care of, Azeroth? Wait, whatever your plots!Next expedition, a charge... I'll just step on you!"

Kilgardan muttered to himself, Valagaar's sudden appearance at first gave him the impression that he was going to rescue the Titan Spirits of the Creators, but when they began to fight on two fronts between Krokun and Makere, the intelligent Archdemon immediately realized the meaning behind this move.

They are more like an advance army, exchanging self-sacrifice for something, such as precious time... That world is preparing for a war!

Unbelievable, right?

A civilization that has just left the ground is ashamed to prepare a cross-galaxy expedition to attack Argus, the stronghold of the powerful Burning Legion, but Kil'Gardan does not think this is ridiculous, the defeat of the Shakan War has clearly told him that the king of the outer lands has mastered the correct use of the Sagrete Keystone, and the star fleet that exists in that world, although inferior, has the strength to fight the legion head-on.

If you look at Azeroth from the past, you will suffer, and the death of several high-level demons has already made Kilgardan suffer enough!

This expeditionary force, which numbered no more than 2, held out for 40 days under the siege of millions of demons, which had already sounded the alarm bell for him, and the fact that such an advance army could be used as an outcast in exchange for time was enough to show how big the war would be, and Kil'Gardan had sensed the danger, and he had to clear this hidden danger as quickly as possible.

So here he was, in the deepest part of Antorus, in the Hall of the Broken Sword of Eternal Silence.

This is not a good place, even a demon of the level of Kilgardan, walking here will feel uncomfortable for a while, he looked left and right, the darkness here is very strange, it is not illuminated with a torch, it is more like actively devouring all the light, like having a life of its own.

It's quiet, but Kilgardan knows it's just a façade, it's a very noisy place... It's just that he can't hear, or rather, the owner doesn't want him to hear, and he himself doesn't want to hear, the sound that exists invisibly, but is almost immune, the sound that makes him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Yes, he didn't want to hear it.

"Tread, step, step"

The sound of low footsteps continued to sound in the Hall of Broken Sword, and the moment it reached the very center, a low breath sounded, like a giant beast swallowing water.

"Whew..."

The voice broke the silence of the hall, as if some seal had been opened, and the utter silence had been torn apart, noisy, inaudible, as if thousands of people were whispering at the same time, the voice burst through the deepest part of Kil'Gardan's heart, his power was useless, he couldn't stop it, that whisper made the flames in the eyes of the great demon burst up, and then fell quickly.

"Uh... Every time I come over, it's so hard, I really hate this place, I don't know how you persevered, would you please tell me the way?"

Kil'Gardan's voice was like a greeting between old friends, but it was full of malice, the voice of deep breathing narrowed a little, and after a moment, the tyrannical, indescribable sense of brokenness, the malice mixed in the voice, the unimaginable madness almost rushed to the face.

"Roll !!"

With the mania of the owner of the voice, the invisible darkness was also dispelled at this moment, but it was more like it was retracted by the presence of the breath, and the dark red flame illuminated the interior of the hall, but this flame was not just ignited, in fact, it has always existed, but all the light was swallowed up by the darkness.

The creation style of this hall is definitely not the rough or twisted style of demons, nor is it dark green entwined with evil energy, but a dark red like rust, and on both sides of this hall are sculptures of sword blades, but two broken long swords, and at the bottom of the hall, there is a complex pattern, which seems to have some special meaning attached to it.

But the most striking thing was the presence of the flaming steel throne that sat at the edge of the hall.

It's a giant of steel.

He wore a battle helmet in the style of Odin's winged helmet, like a steel gate, he wore very light warrior armor, no shoulder armor, and in the shape of a steel man, it looked more like a bare body, his skin was cracked, and in the chest and shoulders, inside the torn wounds, you could see the blood flowing like magma.

He leaned on the throne, his fists and legs were armored, sharp and hideous barbs of flame, and when the Great Demon looked at it, it was as if he had seen an impassable peak, and there was undisguised jealousy, greed, and resentment in those eyes!

This attitude can not be concealed from those who have sharp senses, especially the existence in front of him, he opened his eyes, and the pupils lit up were the real pillar of flames, which was the real tyranny, his expression was calm, but the more calm it was, the more strange it seemed with this chaotic and bad aura.

It's like a madman.

"Get out of here... Or be torn apart by me!"

The deep voice resounded in the hall, and the giant sitting on the Burning Iron Throne did not move, not even his expression changed, the voice appeared out of thin air.

"To forge this body for you... I almost emptied my world. ”

Kilgardan didn't leave, instead, he rubbed his chin with his sharp claws and walked back and forth on the ground in front of the giant, "Sargeras said that you are the most important link in restoring order in the world, although I don't see any use for a Titan spirit who is extremely weak and still being pulled into darkness, but... I'm willing to believe in him one more time. ”

The Great Demon looked up at the giant sitting on the throne, all nearly 10 meters tall,

"Listen, Agrama, Titan who has fallen into darkness, I destroyed my world for you, and now it's time for you to show your usefulness, invader of Azeroth... Azeroth, do you know? The planet that harbors the Astral Spirits and must be destroyed, yes, the invaders there have come to Argus, and there are two very intractable beings among them..."

"Oh... The great Kilgardan also has his own opponents that he can't fight?"

The voice rang out at this moment, filled with some kind of mockery, "Sounds like you've thrown in the towel." ”

The Great Demon didn't care, he spread his hands and talked eloquently,

"I admit that I can't beat them, there's nothing to be ashamed of, I'm not like Akmund, pure power is of little use to me, and besides, isn't that you? ”

"Tut-tut, the Titan, who once symbolized hope and the future, has now become a messenger of death and destruction, isn't it?"

As if to deliberately provoke the giant in front of him, Kilgardan took two steps forward, and his voice became even lower,

"Don't struggle, Agrama, you've fallen into the darkness, you're not a pantheon defender anymore, you're a dog of Sargeras now... Of course, so am I... I don't deny it, but don't show off your strong will in front of me, hell!

"Bang"

Kil'Gardan's fist slammed into Agrama's leg, and he breathed heavily, and the Great Demon himself didn't know why he was so angry and couldn't control his emotions every time he saw Agrama.

"Whew... Call... In 3 days, I'm going to see Crocoon scorched, go, Deathbringer Agrama, I'll have to go back to something else, let's see you again on the battlefield of destruction. ”

The Great Demon withdrew his aching fist, but as he turned, the voice of the tens of millions rang out again, it was Agrama's voice, which sounded like a tired fellow.

"You hate me because Sargeras ordered you to destroy your world to reshape the Titans... I know this, Kil' Gardan, you can't fool me, you love your world, even if you keep shouting it is meaningless, but I can see that you love it... You actually regret it, don't you?"

"Bang"

Kil'Gardan didn't answer, but strode out of the Hall of Broken Sword, slamming the door shut.

It doesn't make sense for him not to regret it anymore ... He destroyed his world with his own hands, and it didn't make sense to love or not.