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The cave was covered with obvious signs of artificial excavation, and the walls were covered with dark green energy streams that snaked through them, revealing tree roots that had long since withered to ashes, and the entire wall was bare, as if it had been built of stone.

Several demon hounds continued to patrol the entrance of the cave under the leadership of the demon guards, but strangely, the corrosion of the land and plants by the evil energy came to an abrupt end at the entrance of the cave, and an invisible barrier blocked there, and there was an abnormal dead silence in the forest outside the cave, which made the screams and roars of wild beasts from time to time in the cave clearly audible, birds, animals, have been extinct here.

"Tikdios is 'dead'. Mephistos had a hint of gloating in his words, as one of the three most powerful lords of Nazrezm, it inevitably had a little rivalry with Tikdios.

"What unfortunate news------ the elves of Ashenvale have discovered something, they no longer send people into the forest, our scouts report that they are gathering their own army, one thing I am sure of, Your Excellency, our plans have begun to lose their concealment, the mortal who killed Tikdios has told everyone. "Desellock has come to report on the progress of Ashenvale, and it doesn't care about what happens between the three of them, because it doesn't make sense to it, and Tikdios is not really dead, and it will soon be sent back into this world again. All it cares about is how Tikdios' death will affect their plans, and for now, although Tikdios is dead, the plan it has made has found a key for the Legion to enter this world.

"Compared to the current progress, I would have liked them to come together in large numbers and see this. Memphestos threw a barrel, and Desailok did not notice where he had taken it from.

"It's -----"

"It's like the plague of the Scourge Legion------ pour it into the river and sprinkle it into the earth, and we will have more and more soldiers, and if those stupid mortals can gather in large numbers------ I can't wait to see that beautiful scene." Mephistos' gloomy laughter echoed through the cavern, and it was clear that the contents of the barrel were the plagues that Tikdios had researched, and Memphistos had taken over Tikdios' research in its entirety and produced more plagues.

"I think we should be careful, Your Excellency, we are not short of time. "Desailok personally observed the plagues, although these plagues can transform most of the living beings into rotten and full of evil werewolves, but they do not seem to work on animals------ in fact, they do not play the original role, they can make animals corroded, become rotten, bloodthirsty, and have a very strong aggressiveness, but they have no soul and do not accept commands, just like a rotten meat ball that can only bite when it sees people, and most importantly, these rotten meat balls are not contagious to werewolves, even if it is bitten, it is only infected with some evil energy and diseases, that is, the curse of werewolves does not work on these animals。

"Isn't there a shortage of time?" Memphistus' face sank. "The Legion has already suffered more than one defeat from that mortal, and the death of Tikdios should teach us a lesson! Judging from the message that Zakun sent back before he died, that mortal is still alive and well! It is not for nothing that Tikdios deliberately avoided that land! I also thought that we had taken him seriously enough, you know, that he was just a mortal, a scum of the universe!"

"It's a pity that we still underestimate that mortal! no one knows better than us how powerful Tikdios is, doesn't it? I don't want to be like Tikdios and go back to the Twisted Void to be punished by my master! If you want, I can do it myself!"

"Then, I'll speed up the progress of Ashenvale, Your Excellency. "Power is the voice of the demons, Tikdios is defeated, Memphistos is the commander of the legion in Azeroth, and it is jointly appointed by Kilgardan and Akmund, and Desailok has no room for resistance.

"It takes dozens of werewolves bodily fluids to refine a bucket of plague, so, use them carefully, and I'll have the head wolf go to Ash Valley to assist you. "The elves have twice defeated the armies of the Burning Legion, and their threat is not much lower in the eyes of Memphistus than that mortal.

Deselock bowed and disappeared into a cloud of black mist.

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Outlands, Blade's Edge Mountain.

Blade's Edge is a steep mountain with sharp rocks, formed by the collision of Frostfire Ridge and Goldron when Draenor was broken, and the rock was weathered into a sharp cone, like several sharp knives sticking out of the mountain, hence the name Blade Mountain. It is bordered to the south by the Zangar Marshes, and to the west by a bridge to the former Plains of Farren, now the Void Storm.

Without Void Storm, this is a land of little strategic value, but it is the only way to get to Void Storm, and Dawn Light has a lot of plans in Voidstorm that have not yet begun, so they can't afford to abandon this desolate, labyrinthine land.

"Kudran!" Thorbain patted the dwarf on the shoulder, his old fellow seemed to be a little depressed lately, always standing with his griffon on the edge of the cliff with sharp blades and looking at the black dragon corpses on the other side.

The corpses of the black dragons stuck in the sharp peaks were the result of the collaboration between the Sons of Lothar and Goron, who had chosen to work with the giant creatures under the threat of Deathwing, and together they defeated Deathwing and his crazy offspring who had traveled to the Outlands, and they created a legendary dragon slayer, ----- Gruel.

"Danas. The dwarves were still looking at the corpses of the black dragons. "I thought you were dealing with those ogres. ”

"The two heads and still no brains have retreated back into their lair, and our convoy is safe now. Danas sat down beside the dwarf, and Kudran glanced at the musket that Danas had put down, the musket of Dawnlight.

"Speaking of which, the last time I returned to Azeroth, I thought you'd be back to your homeland. Danas scratched his gray beard.

The hometown of the Hammer Dwarves ------ in Hinterland, a place full of dense deciduous forests, pristine oaks and maples. "Are you homesick? Kudran flapped the griffin's wings, and the lion-like bird responded, rubbing its head against his rough palm.

"Still thinking about those 'Holy Light Machines'?" Danas knew why his old buddy was depressed.

"We are reduced to messengers, Danas. The proud dwarf suddenly became a little agitated, but after a moment it calmed down, a strong warrior should control his emotions. "I have to admit that those flying machines are powerful, but I can't accept this fate, do you understand?"

"Of course I do. Danas picked up the new musket and placed it in the dwarf's hand. "But you also have to understand that sometimes, we have to be on our own. ”

The dwarf was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"Go to the people in the Research Department and ask them to figure out how you think these muskets came from?" Danas gestured to the musket in the dwarf's hand. "Maybe you should take advantage of the next change of guard to go back to Stratholme. ”

The dwarf looked at the musket and nodded after a long time.

"I will!"

"Roar~" The griffin on the side let out a lion-like roar, and in the distant sky, a griffin knight was flying.

"Your Excellency, I've been looking for you for a long time!" the knight dropped a scroll, and before he could say anything more, he turned and mounted the griffon. "It's Lord Tirio's order, and I'm going to Void Storm------"

Kudran waved his hand, and the griffon knight took to the skies again.

"Withdraw?!" the message in the scroll made Danas exclaim.

Tirio ordered half of the Outlands to withdraw to Shattrath temporarily, and this was almost all the troops except the 'Sons of Lothar'------ could it be that something had happened to Stratholme?