Demon Star Marton, 1 hour before Operation Leviathan.

"Buzz"

At the edge of this desolate shattered world, in the rubble belt that wandered beyond the main continent, on the back of a huge suspended stone, the blue glow of the star portal flickered.

As a portal to the stars, it is more like an upgraded version of the teleportation technique within the world, on top of the original spatial coordinates, an additional dimensional coordinate is added, and the calculation work and composition difficulty when opening the portal are increased tenfold, even if the researchers of the Dark Blade Legion have the more complete information provided by the portal guardian Hasabel, who has surrendered, it took them nearly 3 years to crack the mystery of the star gate.

This is like climbing a technology tree, if you don't light up the front-end technology, you can't integrate more advanced technology at all.

But fortunately, before the army of demons of the Burning Legion could be assembled, the magic technology that was so important to Azeroth was finally lit up.

In the beating and spinning of several cumbersome illusory blue runes, in the water-like energy portal, several dark-bladed agents who existed as "road markers" rushed into the dead stars under the leadership of shadows.

They wore strange uniforms, which looked somewhat bloated, making the always agile Sarein look extremely bulky and top-heavy, and the demons only arranged artificial gravity and evil power fields for the demons to breathe on the main body of the Marton continent, which was not found on the edge of this shattered world.

Unlike the Dreadscarf and Niskara, Marton's territory is vast, nearly a quarter the size of the eastern continent, despite being the wreckage of the world's explosions.

This is the real Demon Kingdom, and the difficulty of attacking this place is not at the same level as the Battle of Niscarra.

The shadow wears a strange helmet, in which there is a liquid similar to a stream of water rolling, its function is to maintain the pressure in the body of the necromancy, so that they will not explode directly due to the imbalance of internal and external pressure after entering the stars, and fortunately the undead do not need to breathe, otherwise this "spacesuit" will be made even heavier.

"Huh"

The halo of the stargates behind the agents of Salene suddenly dissipated, and they lay in the shadows of the slowly rolling rocks, looking out at the distant continent of Marton, which is a land flowing with evil magma, with complete mountains and undulating terrain, like a country in the stars, and under the crust of the continent is the core of a world full of evil magic, and it is also this thing that supports this land from collapsing.

The shadow made a few gestures, and behind her, the fingertips of the two Salein blood mages bounced with blood-red light, and as the fluttering gravel approached the mainland, a miniature portal hooked between the stone and the main continent, and the shadow's left hand clutched an intricately decorated pendant, which was Aurelia's beloved object, and at the bottom of the pendant, a dark green crystal was inlayed.

This is the shadow of one-seventh of the leaves of the Atama Crystal, which can distort the light and enchantment, completely obscuring the user's figure, and the immunity is extremely high, unless it is a real boss, it is difficult to see through the disguise of this crystal, it is said that the Draenei used this thing to hide a city back then!

Shrouded in the green glow of the Shadow of the Leaves, several agents stepped into the miniature portal, and then almost grazing the edge of the patrolling demon soldiers, and walked into the demonic world.

The area where they landed was a barren ridge with nothing here, so the demons patrolled here at a loose pace, and it was almost a perfect infiltration point in the information provided by the "deep sea".

"You guys, go and wait at your destination!"

In the midst of the demonic surging demonic stance, Shadow reached out and took off his helmet, and while taking off his bloated "spacesuit", he instructed the other agents:

"Keep communication as smooth as possible, keep your mission in mind, don't clash with mission demons, and if the battle can't be avoided, solve it or call for support as soon as possible!"

"Boom"

Without saying a word, the agents who had regained their agility turned around and turned into Sarein's original form, one by one, flapping their wings like humanoid bats and rushing into the air.

The flight speed of the high-level Salein can easily exceed 2 times the speed of sound, and based on the terrain of Marton, these agents will be in position in a maximum of ten minutes.

But compared to their mission, the Shadow's task is obviously more difficult.

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The high-ranking sorcerer Oresses lay in her tower with her eyes blank.

As the fraudster's most trusted subordinate, even the Demon Star Marton, who has been completely controlled by the lawless Dreadlords of Casanatier, still enjoys a very high level of treatment.

She was a wounded man, and when she and her sister ventured into the fallen Valagar to claim the shield of Agrama, she was struck by Odin's lightning and seriously wounded, and after being sent to Marton by the Dreadlord Tikdios himself, the Flame Girl was treated by several demon masters here, and the purest evil energy was infused into her body, and those charred internal organs were healed by magic.

Her injuries are recovering, but it will take some time before she fully recovers.

"I don't know what happened to my sister."

Lying on a large bed tanned with the fur of the Demon Hound, Oresse, wearing only a nightgown, sighed, the days in Marton were very boring, and Tikdios, who sent her, repeatedly emphasized to her that many of the demon leaders in this place were related to Casanatyr, and they hated the fraudsters, and the reason why they were able to tolerate Oresses to recuperate here was purely because they did not want to completely tear their faces with the fraudsters.

Therefore, in this place, Aureses must learn to protect herself, and during the period of recuperation, if she can, she will try not to go out.

A female demon like her, who still maintains a beautiful face and perfect skin, but is in a weak state, is likely to encounter some very "bad" things in a place full of chaotic order in Mardon, and for women, there are many things that are much more terrible than simple death.

This slightly malicious warning had made Oreses resist Marton's life for a while, but today, her days of fear could be over.

She had just received the news that the Mentor had sent the loyal and powerful Demon Lord Gauririx to Marton, the War Lord of the Burning Legion who seemed to have come to deal with the undead of Azeroth, who was capable enough to protect Orethus, and the High Warlock had already made up her mind to follow the High Demon Lord back to Azeroth as soon as it arrived.

She couldn't wait to be reunited with her sister, and more importantly, the High Demon's instinct for danger prediction was very active today, and her constant beating, unable to calm down her mind seemed to urge her to leave this place quickly.

Something bad is likely to happen here, even if it's far from Azeroth, even if it's one of the Burning Legion's most powerful strongholds in the stars.

The 6 million demons wandering in this land of evil energy can't give her a sense of security.

"Drop"

An abrupt warning sound woke the High Warlock Oresses from her musings, and she grabbed the Fire Wand that was placed at the head of the bed, the sound of the Scout Enchantment she had placed outside the tower being touched, representing a stranger approaching the tower.

The red-skinned, pajamas-clad Ereda High Warlock slowly moved to the window, the tip of the fire wand in her hand was dancing with a dangerous and deadly light, she looked down, under the black spire full of demonic style, everything seemed to be normal, and the few evil lords guarding the tower did not notice anything abnormal.

"What are you looking for? Are you looking for me? ”

And at the moment when the high-level warlock relaxed the wand in his hand, behind her, a slightly muffled woman's voice suddenly sounded, which made Oresses, who had been prepared, wave her wand in an instant, and a terrifying flame snake jumped on the wand of the skull, wanting to kill the weird guy behind it completely.

But at this moment, the shadow's fingers rubbed slightly, accompanied by a strange frequency of finger snapping sound came into Oressesi's ears, and the Flame Girl, who was still full of murderous intent just now, strangely regained her calm in this second.

True calm, without the fluctuation of the soul, without the jump of the mind, it was like entering a state of "time pause", and even the dancing flame on her wand was floating in the air and dissipating because of the loss of energy supply, like a spark that went out.

After taking control of Subject 12-B, Shadow looked down in embarrassment and looked at the abrasion on her arm, which was a "souvenir" she had left behind when she accidentally touched the alarm when she entered the Demon Tower.

For a Master Assassin, such a low-level blunder should not have happened, but... There are always times when people miss.

"Alright, Subject 12-B."

The shadow moved a few steps back, leaning against the wall where evil energy was surging, and she said to Oreses in front of her:

"Tell me about the recent work."

The switch to the soul code was turned on, and Oreses unreservedly told the Darkblade agent what had happened in front of her in an emotionless voice, and after hearing the news about "Burning Legion War Lord Gauririx" and "Cursed Throat, a terrifying weapon specially brought to solve the problem of the undead", the shadow's expression became a little ugly.

Obviously, the appearance of this seemingly powerful and targeted demon lord was an accident.

Agents like her, who were accustomed to everything going according to plan, hated accidents, and Shadow wasted no time, she took something resembling a Legion communicator from her storage ring, placed it on the table, and sent the latest news back to Azeroth, and a few minutes later, the reply on that end appeared in the form of text on the light curtain that pulsed in front of Shadow's eyes.

There are only two lines of words.

"The intelligence has been shared with the front-line commanders!"

"The mission went as planned!"

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On the Starport dock of Marden World, a simple ceremony is underway.

Whether it was the new Dreadlord Sixth Lord Ratherlake, or the Demon Lord Gorerix, who slowly walked out of the starship gangway, the ugly faces of the two guys were full of perfunctory and disgust.

This is normal, the demon lord of the Marton world has been cleansed, and all those left behind are those who are disgruntled with the fraudster Kilgardan, and the demon lord who came to Starport in front of him is Kilgardan's most loyal war lord.

The two sides are not a group at all, and naturally there is no friendship at all.

"Lord Goririx, Marton welcomes you."

The dreadlord of the sixth lord, Latherek, the loyal dogleg of Casanatyr, with its black-and-blue wings, bowed down to the tall demon lord who had stepped down the gangway in front of him, and its vicious eyes looked at the silent and powerful demon carrying a strange battle axe, and it whispered:

"The fraudster seems to have given us a new mission, but he has turned a blind eye to his own fiasco in Azeroth, ha, what a "qualified" leader. ”

Ratherlake's strange words made the demon lord Gorerix, who was carrying a dark red battle axe, a little angry, but before the two high-level demons' choking was over, an exclamation sounded on the dock platform not far behind them.

Not long ago, Latherlake, who had just been appointed as the temporary commander of Marton, looked back and was surprised to see that the generals of several demon legions in the Marton world had appeared here, and together with their lieutenants, it was as if they were going to hold an impromptu meeting here.

But the problem is that Latherlake himself remembers very well that it has not issued an order for the assembly of high-level demon commanders today at all!

The cunning Dreadlord instinctively sensed that something was wrong, and it took a few steps back and shouted to the dozens of demon commanders:

"Why are you here? Who asked you to come?! ”

"It's me!"

In a slightly confused questioning, a cold voice answered the lord's doubts, and all the demons looked back to see the high-ranking warlock Oresses in a long fiery red dress strolling from another entrance to the starport.

The high-ranking female demon swayed, holding a pocket watch in one hand and a storage ring in the other.

"I have extended an invitation to them, and I am here to announce to you a very important, very urgent message!"

The Flame Maiden shouted to the high-ranking demons in front of her:

"A piece of news that is relevant to all of Mardon's demons!"

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

The highest local governor, appointed as the commander of Marton because of his kneeling and licking all the way, Casanatyr's loyal dog-legged Raselek, with his wings moving, looked at the female demon in front of him with disgust, it should have expelled her directly, but considering the extremely high force value behind him, and the existence of the war lord Goririx, who was stupidly loyal to the fraudsters, on the bright side, it had to give the fraudster's messenger a little face.

So the Dreaded Demon King reprimanded impatiently:

"You don't have the authority to summon the commander at all, now, say what you want to say, and get out of my territory!"

This rude remark did not make the high-ranking sorcerer Oresses feel angry, in fact, the Flame Girl's gaze did not move away, but stayed on the pocket watch in her hand, as if the thing had sucked all her will into it, and at the moment when a certain pointer was zeroed, the good-looking female demon suddenly raised her head, and a strange and eerie smile appeared on her face.

It's like the posture of the Great Lord when he sneers!

Under the gaze of all the demon commanders, including Ratherlake and Gorirics, the storage ring held in the other hand by the high-ranking sorcerer Oreses was thrown into the crowd of demon commanders, and in the midst of the shocking silver sparks, her hoarse and crazy voice resounded in the steel earth, as sharp as the howl of the Banshee:

"That important news is..."

"Ladies and gentlemen... It's time to hit the road! ”

"Boom"