The Burning Throne of Anthorus, the Demon Court of the Argus World, is the base camp and headquarters of the Burning Expedition, where countless high-level demons weave a conspiracy covering the stars, and this is the axis of evil of the entire stars.

And the fraudsters who sit on all of this are going about their busy work as usual.

The battle reports from other star sectors are not worth browsing at all, it is nothing more than another powerful legion that has destroyed a certain world, destroyed many civilizations, and plundered many resources, these things fraudsters have been tired of seeing more than 10,000 years ago.

The power of the Legion is invincible among the stars, and no world can stand in the way of the Legion's destruction... Except for one!

The most headache one!

Azeroth, the end of the Burning Crusade, a Dark Titan has given a death order that the world must be razed, and the destruction of that world should have been completed 10,000 years ago, but unfortunately, it has been delayed until now.

That world is weird, and when destruction comes, there are always weird things happening, and then lucky enough to save that damn planet.

Repeated failures have made the fraudster feel tired, and the fact that the "good brother" Viren fell to death and became a monster shaped by death made the fraudster even more angry.

No one but him could do that to Viren! Those who play with the crumbs of death, they will pay!

The fraudster picked up his ornate glass of skull and star crystals, took a sip of the purest demon wine, calmed his mind, and opened the latest report.

From Marton.

However, with just one glance, the gorgeous wine glass in the fraudster's hand was crumpled into pieces in an instant, representing the fraudster's endless anger once again!

Marton has fallen...

It was a report from the three war commanders of the Ereda fleet that he trusted the most.

The undead breached the defense, the demons drove the undead out, but they fell for the evil plan of the undead, the retreat was just an illusion, the undead dropped biological weapons similar to the swarm in Marton, and by the time the Ereda fleet arrived in the Mardun star sector after a long voyage, the Mardun world had completely fallen.

The entire shattered land has been occupied by the swarm of insects thriving in the bones of demons, 6 million demons are exhausted in the terrifying devouring hell, and what's more, the Marton Strange Sagrit Keystone is suspected to be missing, causing Marton's portals to close completely, and this shattered world has lost the ability to open wormholes, which means that the demon legions fighting in the Marton Star Zone and several surrounding star zones are trapped in those vast star seas.

It will take them ten, if not a hundred, times longer than before to regroup, and who knows what will happen during this long waiting time!

And the Eredar fleet, which had planned to go to Azeroth as fast as possible, had to go to its destination through the original way of starship leaping and faster-than-light travel.

Leaps and faster-than-light sailing sound cool, but for the vast sea of stars, the unimaginable speed of mortals is almost as fast as a turtle crawling.

The mighty Eredar fleet could take years to sail across the Star Sea and reach Azeroth.

A few years... By the time they get there, the daylilies are cold!

And that's not even the scariest of all!

The dark wisdom of the fraudster instantly conjured up something more troublesome... The Pillar of Creation, which the Dark Titan named for an important item to track down the lost Titan Soul in the vast stars, remains in the world of Azeroth, and without Marton's gate, even those lowly Dreadlords who want to send the Pillar of Creation back to Argus will need to bypass the long transit path from other sectors.

It can take months...

The question is, the supreme Dark Titan, willing to wait?

The answer is no!

Before the fraudster could recover from the blow of the bad news, a deep voice echoed through the dark halls of the burning throne of Antorus, like a hammer, bombarding the heart of the fraudster.

"Come see me! Kilgardan! ”

It was the voice of the fallen titan Agrama, the voice of the spokesman of the Dark Pantheon formed by Lord Sargeras, and at this moment, there was always a calm, indifferent voice mixed with a hint of anger... Clearly, it wasn't just Kilgardan who received the bad news.

Anger and reluctance swelled in the heart of the fraudster, but now, he must first let go of his reluctance and accept the rebuke of Agrama, who is revered as the King of Demons, but who is not the true and unique master of the Burning Legion...

He was only a spokesman, the spokesman of the Dark Titan, and for that Dark Titan, he was far from irreplaceable.

Every time I think about this, Kilgardan feels a wave of fear in his heart.

Even a big demon as strong as him can't control his own destiny, he is like a pawn on a chessboard, very lethal, however, the initiative has never been in his hands.

Kil'Gardan walked alone to the top of the Burning Throne, and above the throne of the unending flames, the fallen Titan Agrama, with his flaming dark sword in his hands, stood with his back to Kil'gardan, and in front of the Titan's eyes was an infinite array of stars, shrouded in purple halos, and green flames burned in the stars, as if two forces were engaged in a terrible war.

"Lord Sargeras defends the stars on the Void Battlefield, the Void covets this deplorable world, and the cruelty of the Dark Titan is to save it, to recreate a perfect era from the ruins and ashes..."

Agrama's deep voice echoed across the throne like thunder, and beneath the dark golden helmet of the fallen Titans, their eyes burning like flames shone with a touch of determination and stubbornness.

Titans like him, even if only the Soul of the Titans remain, are not so easily corrupted, and he joined the Dark Pantheon not only because the Witches of Destruction continue to seduce his mind.

Back in the Pantheon era, Agrama and Sargeras were the best brothers, they joined forces to maintain the order of the stars, and now, as a member of the Dark Pantheon, Agrama no longer has the maintenance of order in his heart, but his will to defend the stars has never wavered, he is still following Sargeras, because Sargeras is carrying out a righteous cause under the appearance of cruelty.

Void... That's the enemy of all!

In order to defeat the Void, the only way to unite all the forces in the stars, even the power drawn from the ruins and ashes, is to destroy for the ultimate victory!

In order to save the bleak future of the stars, they must first kill half of the lives in the starry sky, or even all of them, and after the ashes of the stars are gone, the temperature in the ashes will give birth to a new era.

This is the mission of the Pantheon of Darkness!

"Sargeras is fighting, he's trying to redeem everything in his own way, but you... You incompetent minions have let him down once again! ”

Agrama turned, he looked directly at Kilgardan, who was standing there, and he looked directly at the fraudster:

"I know everything about Mardon, including the Dreadscarf, Nikala and Ksonos, Kil'Gardan, your shameless attempts to hide your incompetence from me, your thirst for power, has affected Sargeras's expedition! This cannot be forgiven! ”

"I've sent a fleet!"

Kilgardan retorted:

"I have sent my most powerful fleet, which has reached Marton, and they should have sailed straight for Azeroth, joining the other fleets assembled in the Azeroth Sector to deliver a devastating blow to that weak world! Those were my best generals, and in the years before them, they proved themselves with brilliant victories! ”

"I have been trying my best to serve Lord Sargeras! The problem is not mine! Lord Agrama, if you had read all the battle reports in detail, you would have discovered that all of this, including the defeats of Xonos and Marton, was the work of Kasanatir and his Dreadlords! ”

"I was framed! The Dreadlords have concocted a conspiracy! In response to my plot, it is likely that they have joined forces with the natives of Azeroth, giving the barbarians the information they need, and then producing defeat after defeat to defeat me! Use this to strike at Lord Sargeras's most loyal servant! ”

The fraudster shouted in a distressed voice, his folded wings trembling behind his back, as if "true feelings."

"Lord Agrama, you have only listened to the side of the shameless, has Kasanatir ever told you the truth? As for how it ganged up within the Legion and completely overthrew my commander in the Marton world, even Lord Tyranna was forced to leave the stars by the Dreadlords, and the failure there may have something to do with me, because I have not been able to make up my mind to eradicate these two-faced and three-stabbed pieces. ”

"But I'm tolerating their misdeeds like this, and it's for the sake of the Legion, after all, those Dreadlords are still saddled with orders from the Dark Titans! No matter how wronged I am, I can't interfere with Lord Sargeras's divine plan because of my own personal affairs! It's a pity that they're going too far! ”

"Meaningless quibbles!"

Kil'Gardan's retort infuriated Agrama, and the fallen titan had even more fire in his eyes, and he cried out:

"The filth between you has made me feel disgusted! Whether it's you, or Casanatyr, you have placed your filthy desires above the will of Sargeras, and I should perhaps teach you some lessons! ”

"But Lord Agrama!"

Seeing the Fallen Titan's fingers on the hilt of the terrifying Flaming Greatsword, a flash of fear flashed in the fraudster's eyes, and he took a step back, and the archdemon shouted:

"The Pillar of Creation is still in Azeroth, the fifth Pillar of Creation that the Dreadlords can't find, the shield you once used, has been found by my most loyal subordinates, but due to the unexpected situation in the Marton world, we can't send the Pillar of Creation back to Argus!"

"Please give me another chance! I will prove myself, I will go to Azeroth myself, and I will bring back the Pillars of Creation! And then after that, I'm willing to accept all the punishments of the Dark Titans! After all, I did something wrong, and I was prepared, but Lord Sargeras's path to conquest cannot be hindered like this! ”

The words of the Great Demon made the flaming greatsword in Agrama's hand pause, the glint in the eyes of the fallen titan represented that he was thinking, and after a moment, Agrama waved his hand, he turned around and faced the stars that reverberated at the center of the universe, the battlefield of endless war, and he said in a deep voice:

"Then go, Kil'Gardan, this is your last chance!"

"Sargeras favors you, don't let him down again..."

Seeing that the Fallen Titan had made a decision, the fraudster, who was a little worried in his heart, finally breathed a sigh of relief, the Great Demon was very angry in his heart, he felt like a rat in a bellows, angry at both ends!

Sargeras and Agrama he can't afford to mess with, and the bastards of Casanatier are still fanning the flames in it, and the fraudsters can be sure that Marton's affairs must have been stabbed out by Casanatier's gang, and they don't know how they were directly connected to Agrama.

However, the increasingly rampant behavior of the Dreadlord faction has also made the fraudsters completely let go of some of their worries, and the other party has already begun to try to beat the water dogs, so now, it is time to let them know the price of provocation.

At the moment of leaving the Burning Throne, Kilgardan asked in a low voice:

"Lord Agrama, those Dreadlords, if they maliciously prevent me from bringing the Pillars of Creation back to Argus, can I... Take some "necessary" means? ”

Agrama didn't answer, as a fallen titan, he, like Sargeras, didn't care about the life or death of these demons, and the so-called Burning Legion was just a tool they used to eliminate the threat of the stars, and he didn't have any feelings at all.

And the silence of the Fallen Titans actually represents some kind of answer.

A fierce light flashed across the deceit's face, and he flicked his claws before striding away from the top of the throne, and ten minutes later, on the deceit's own throne, he once again called out to his two students in Azeroth.

On the other side of the magical projection, Salorath, the Lady of Shadows in the Icecrown Fortress, described the recent situation in Azeroth to Kilgardan, placing something in front of the projection, a strangely shaped battle axe, and saying to her mentor:

"Mentor, your warlord Aurerix has unfortunately died in Mardon, but my sister Aurethes desperately escaped back to Azeroth with the Cursed Throat, and she has also gathered some of the demons who are still loyal to you, I heard that Lord Tyranna has also escaped from the purgatory of the Sea of Worms, she has come to Azeroth, and is lurking in a stronghold, the queen of the Abyssal Spider has lost the Sagrit Keystone, but I have contacted her, and she is also eager to atone for her sins!"

"Excellent! She did do something wrong, but it doesn't matter, she still has a chance to prove herself! ”

A shadow of fire flashed across the fraudster's face, and he said in a deep voice:

"Now, my students, go find Tikdios and Banazal! And get the Lich King Naozu ready for his army! ”

"Be prepared to open the Well of Night, but watch out for those two Dreadlords, and soon, I'll be leading my fleet straight into Azeroth... I've had enough of this nasty trick! ”

"This time, we're going to solve all the problems at once!"