It only takes a short time for a well-thought-out plan to fall into the hands of a group of super-executing warriors, and no matter how crazy and evil the plan is, it will be realized little by little.

Two days later, the repair of the Evil Hammer was barely completed, and the damage caused by the ship's two downs had been repaired, but this was only an external restoration, and repairing the ship's Void Engine was a long time to make, even with the participation of enough Gan Ergo Demon Craftsmen, it would not be completed in just a few days.

But fortunately, in the various plans of the Dark Alliance, there is no need for the Evil Hammer's Void engine to work properly, this ship in the early war, it is only used as a "troop carrier" and a carrier through the stargates, these warriors from Azeroth don't even need the ship's weapon system intact, because they don't plan to fight the demons in Star Wars at all.

The artillery battle between starships is not something that the natives of Azeroth can play, and for them, even if they have enough starships, they will definitely end up fighting in the interstellar gang.

So don't worry so much, just have fun fighting the demons on land.

"Click"

With a soft sound, the last metal canister filled with a dark green strange liquid was stuffed into the weapon projection ports on the bottom deck of the ship, which the demon craftsmen had slightly modified over the past two days, forcibly attaching these metal canisters to the weapon excuse with stupid black and thick metal parts, and adding two suspension systems to the spaceship, so as not to crush these dangerous canisters as the ship passed through the portal.

Sasarian and Kurdila led two teams of Death Knights at the entrance to the ship's lower deck, where no living were allowed to enter until they reached Niskara.

And the two old knights of the Order knew better than anyone how powerful the plagues they had concocted.

According to the parameters of the Grimblade Legion's plague weapons, the mixture of death-toxin and psychic potions in the dark green liquid usually accounts for about 20% of the total liquid, which is enough to ensure that after the plague spreads, kill every life and resurrect it into a walking corpse, but that is the life standard of Azeroth.

Now they had to deal with demons, and the demons were physically stronger than Azeroth's health, so the Death Knights and Lich increased the amount of lethal toxins to 45% and psychic potions to 20% when concocting the plague, and with the advice of the Warlocks' "professional opinion", they added a lot of strange things to the liquid, making it a mixture of various toxins.

There's no way around it, the demons are generally highly resistant to fire and toxins, and there's really no way to break their frantic immune system without adding a little bit of surprise.

After the final product appeared and the demon prisoners of the Dreadmark Rift were experimented with in vivo, Thassarian, who was in charge of the experiment, gave the enhanced version of the Necronomical Plague a terrible name..."Demon Buster 3000"!

The reason why it is 3000 instead of 2000 is because there are more than 3000 substances in this liquid that are harmful to life.

It's no exaggeration to say that these horrible and deadly things are enough to poison the dead again!

"I say, if we move this thing back to Azeroth..."

The High Elf Death Knight, who was patrolling the warehouse, carrying a heavy sniper rifle and a black gas mask, said to his best friend:

"This bucket of plague is enough to wipe out a city, and the power of this thing is really too mad."

"Shut up!"

Thassarian, who was also wearing a gas mask, could still recall the scene he had seen yesterday, the horrific appearance of the infected demon prisoners after their transformation, which made even the unsympathetic Death Knight feel a chill, he waved his hand a little unappetizingly, and said angrily:

"If you dare to bring this thing back to Azeroth, I dare say that the moment you step out of the portal, you will be hacked to death by the sword of Tyrion who came in person... That guy won't allow this to be in our hometown. ”

"That's what I'm worried about."

Kurdila brushed her long, silky gray hair and said to Sassarian:

"I can't trust the warlocks, their brains... It's a bit of a problem, have the parameters and blueprints of the plague been destroyed? ”

"Don't worry!"

Thassarian nodded, and said to his brother:

"The whole process was prepared by our people, they just made some suggestions, it's better to have this dangerous thing in our hands, but you don't need to worry too much, without the catalysis of death energy of special frequencies, even if they get the blueprints, they can't make such a plague."

"Drip, Drip, Drip"

While the two were talking, the white flashing lights on the walls of the warehouse suddenly turned green, constantly shining, and a dripping warning sound, indicating that the ship was about to retract its landing gear and enter a floating state.

Thassarian and Kurdila quickly walked to a row of seats by the wall, and fixed their bodies with metal seat belts, the demon's ship did not pay attention to the comfort of the crew, and at the same time, it was also durable, but also had a terrible vibration, if not fixed, the moment the ship took off, these death knights would be thrown against the wall.

"I've heard that the set of evil stars that the warlocks have created has a one-third chance of failure."

Thassarian was a little nervous, he subconsciously grabbed the handrail, and said:

"Maybe the next moment, we'll be thrown into the sun and burned to ashes."

This gesture amused Kurdila, who was sitting beside him, and the High Elf whispered:

"What? Are you scared? ”

As he spoke, he placed his left hand on Thassarian's right, and he looked at his brother, and said in a gentle tone:

"Don't be afraid, whatever it is, we'll face it together."

"Ugh"

This very Gay speech made the human death knight twist his body a little uneasily, but he did not shake off Kurdila's hand, and a few seconds later, with the roar of the spaceship rising into the air, in that strong, straight into the soul shock, Sasarian subconsciously clenched Kurdila's hand, and he whispered a little obsessively:

"How nice it would be if you were a woman..."

Kurdila shrugged, and the big-hearted High Elf Death Knight responded:

"But I'm a man... What, do you like me? You know, in the culture of the High Elves, we don't really reject spiritual love between people of the same sex..."

"Shut up! Bastard! ”

"Huh"

In the daily quarrel between the two, a green light irradiated the entire spaceship, and in the light curtain full of evil energy tumbling, the ship full of dark warriors and dangerous plagues was like being thrown into the angry waves of the sea, and quickly disappeared into the light curtain of the evil energy star gate between the tumbling and tumbling.

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Niskara, a broken world.

The environment here is almost identical to the Dreadscarf, but it is much larger than the Dreadscarf, like a mountain suspended in the midst of a lonely star.

This shattered world has more demons than the Dreadscarf, and it differs from the Dreadscar Rift in that it is located in a star sector with a rare green sun.

It was the sun that had been heavily polluted by evil energy, and it stands to reason that the sun should have gradually extinguished after such a huge amount of evil energy erosion, but it did not, after a series of unknown transformations, this very young sun became the ghost it is now, and miraculously stabilized, continuing to radiate its own light and heat.

Of course, such sunlight itself contains terrifying evil energy radiation, and even if a normal person comes here, within a few years, there will be signs of demonization.

Niskala is close to one of the new home planets of the Nasrezm Demons, and its raison d'être is the outpost set up by the Grand Demon Kil'Gardan to spy on the undying Dreadlords, who are numerous and maintain pressure on the Dreadlord civilization.

The Nasrezm demons are indeed very powerful and cunning, but strong often means that they are few in number, and their reproduction is quite difficult, because the number of female dreadlords is real... Too little.

From the birth of the Dreadlord civilization to the present, it seems that there is a curse blessed on this unique demon civilization, the number of women in this race has been maintained at about 10% of the total number, and the female Dreadlord can only give birth once in his life, never increasing, not decreasing, which means that out of 10 Dreaddemon kings, only one can successfully reproduce.

Therefore, in order to protect their civilization from collapsing, the ancestors of Nasrezm set shackles in their own bloodlines, and the Dread Demon Kings could not kill each other, not even hurt each other.

Now the Nasrezm are scattered on the three home planets of the stars, which is also a helpless move, with the power of Niskara and Knossos, once the two sides are at odds, it will be difficult for the planet to resist the army of the fraudsters, and after the disappearance of Casanatyr, the first lord Tikdios who took over surrendered to the fraudsters, a large part of the reason is due to the pressure of the survival of the race.

From this point of view, the Dreadlords are actually quite miserable.

"Huh"

Today's Niskara is not a special day, the demons on this broken land are bustling and idle as usual, except for some demons who are dedicated to maintaining the demon fleet in Starport, the other bastards are messing around with the day, anyway, the lives of demons are generally very long, and it is not a big problem to waste a day or two.

And some of the demon taverns in Niskara are doing good business, in short... Everything was calm until a burst of green light flashed and a demonic main battleship suddenly appeared over the land of Niskara.

"I'll say it one last time!"

On the bridge of the Malevolent, the heavily armed Lord of Kurtaz shouted over a megaphone to the ship's warriors in gear:

"The impending plague is deadly to any life! But they quickly dilute to concentrations that a life can withstand within 10 minutes or so of release, at any time! Don't take off your gas mask, protect it as if it were life! ”

"Those who are stabbed by demons immediately call the battleship to teleport, the plague can not only spread through breath, but also through blood, don't charge blindly!"

"The Order Death Knights will be the first to enter the battlefield, opening the way for you to the depths of Niskara!"

"Don't do it casually! You are not allowed to leave the planned war zone! No contact with any infected and dead demons! You are not allowed to eat anything on this earth! Including Magic Energy Crystals! ”

"Finally! Remember! ”

"If you're unfortunate enough to be infected, kill yourself as quickly as possible, and the soul stones you carry with you will hold your souls... If anyone finds out that someone close to them is infected, stab him immediately! Do you understand? ”

The dwarf's broken gong voice echoed throughout the ship's confines, and the Grand Karcist Kel'thugad, who was standing behind Kurtaz, put a mask on his face and complained to Illidan, who was also wearing a gas mask beside him:

"These dead people shouldn't have been allowed to make a pre-war declaration... Look at what he said, it demoralized the soldiers! ”

"But that's necessary!"

The Illidan urn responded angrily, and then under the signal of Kurtaz's eyes, the human warlock Kanressad and the necromancer Yubecca stood in front of the ship's console, one left and one right, and inserted two special keys into the panel of the weapon projection system, the two looked at each other for a moment, and after the archkarcist's calm countdown was over, Yubeka nodded, and the next moment, the two keys twisted outward at the same time.

"Click!"

On the lower deck of the ship, Thassarian, who had just unbuckled his seat belt, heard a crisp sound, and he looked up at the weapon projection holes not far away, those stupid black and thick metal fixings opened quickly in the collision of gears, like moving levers.

The metal chamber below the lower deck slowly flipped outward, and the demons in the land of Niskala were still staring blankly at the strange spaceship, and the dense black metal canisters that were exposed underneath the ship, fixed to the lower deck of the ship.

The surface of the jars was painted with a striking green skull logo, but unfortunately, the "hazard warning" sign commonly used by Azeroth was not understood by the demons.

"Boom"

After a few seconds, as the Mallet of Evil slowly accelerated through the air, metal canisters fixed by the fully open weapon projectile holes were thrown one after another towards the ground below.

The black jars were pulled by artificial gravity and streaked through the air in a parabolic trajectory, and the first jar slammed into the roof of a demon tavern as the demons of Niskara screamed in a little surprise.

The sturdiness of the demons' buildings was really amazing, and the metal canisters that fell from such a height did not smash the roof of the tavern, but after the canisters broke, those turbid dark green liquids gushed out in all directions like the juice splashed by broken oranges, as if they had taken a bath on the roof of the tavern.

And those liquids began to vaporize the moment they came into contact with the air, and those weird, strange dark green mist was suspended in mid-air at a height of 3 meters from the ground, and in the projection of one jar after another, the earth below the Evil Hammer Spaceship was completely covered by the dark green poisonous fog at a rapid speed, and the shadows of those demons could be seen from high in the sky.

They were supposed to be terrifying, creatures of destruction and death, but at this moment, watching them struggle and beg for their lives in the poisonous fog, Lord Kurtaz standing on the bridge couldn't help but make a religious gesture on his chest, don't forget, he was a paladin lord before he became a death knight.

This scene was seen by the Grand Karcist, and Kel'thugad laughed in a low voice and said:

"What? Mr. Kurtaz, do demons also deserve mercy and salvation? You should know that demons are creatures that don't cry..."

"I'm not praying for them."

Glancing at Kel'thugad, Kurtaz said:

"I'm praying for us, warriors who fight monsters, should always be vigilant and don't turn into monsters..."

"And today, we have lost some of our humanity."

The conversation between the two made Illidan sneer, who had drawn his sword, and the demon hunter turned back and asked in a low voice:

"Humanity?"

"Can that thing help you win the war?"