"I'm not feeling well..."

Standing on the edge of the landing port of the slowly opening spaceship, Kane wearing a heavy gas mask. Sunfury felt the fierce wind high in front of him, and between the long hair flying, he said to Alailie, beside him:

"It's not like we've fought before."

"Don't make such a joke!"

The Soul Eater chick twisted it viciously on Kane's arm:

"I don't want to stab you to death!"

"Don't talk!"

Orturis, the victim who commanded the Illidare Commando, turned his head and glared fiercely at Kane, the demon hunter who had followed Illidan for the longest time, holding a sharp blade in both hands, and he shouted:

"Remember your mission! This is a battlefield where your lives are at stake, your lives are precious, don't waste it here! ”

"Airborne combat readiness!"

"Wow"

As the ship's landing port barrier was fully opened, Orturis was the first to run forward, and hundreds of demon hunters followed him without fear, and the moment they rushed to the landing gate, they leaped into the air of Niskara and Azeroth.

In the air in front of the Demon Hunter's eyes, the dark green mist that escaped from the air was constantly blown by the wind, at this height, the scattered mist would feel a faint sting in his bare skin, but it would not hurt his life strengthened by evil energy.

A raging voice roared in his mind, thirsting for blood and frenzied killing.

That's the demon of the demon hunter's heart, it is the existence that every demon hunter must adapt to, the day the demon hunter profession was born, these dark warriors not only have to fight the enemy, but also fight with themselves, once the heart becomes no longer strong, once the heart has a loophole, they will be quickly defeated by the heart demon...

"Shut up! You wretched! ”

Kane scolded viciously, in the fall of the howling wind, he quickly landed only a few hundred meters above the ground, Kane's hands opened violently at this moment, with the flow of evil energy, a pair of huge black wings spread behind him, the collision of demon wings and air, made Kane's landing speed suddenly slow, like a raven across the air.

Kane flapped his wings, and in the ghostly vision, he followed Aulturis in front of him, and quickly landed on the intended battlefield.

The narrow horizon of the gas mask does not interfere with the battle of the demon hunters, and these dark warriors sacrifice their eyes in order to gain power, and they no longer rely on their sight to fight.

Behind Kane, as the Evil Hammer continued to cruise at high speed over Niskara, teams of demon hunters descended from the sky, like angels of death soaring over the world covered by the plague of death.

The Demon Hunters are carrying out raids in the rear, and they have to occupy several important facilities in Niskara in the rear, starting with the communication portal between this demon stronghold and other worlds, as well as the communication system, as long as the demons cannot communicate well with each other, then under the tactical division of the plague washing, these demons will lose the possibility of working together.

The Demon Hunters' second mission is to snipe the demons' commanders and cause Niskara's demon command system to collapse quickly.

The plague can't kill all the demons, and the Dark Alliance's highest estimate of the plague's damage rate is only 40%, which means that it can only kill a third of the demons at most, and it's not even that number.

But those fallen demon corpses can be a boost to the Dark Alliance.

In front of the stronghold of the demon base camp in Niskala, the death knights and lichs who have parachuted here have begun to manipulate the demon walking corpses, under the order of the Lord of Kurtaz, in just ten minutes, there are several demon corpse tides forming in the four directions of Niskala, the death knights do not need to accurately manipulate the movement trajectory of these brainless walking corpses, they only need to drive these walking corpses to block the demon reinforcements coming from all directions, and win enough time for Illidan to raid the demon base camp head-on.

The walking corpses formed after the death of the demon are also difficult to be manipulated for a long time, the power of death and evil energy repeatedly compete for the control of these corpses, and the annihilation of the two forces will weaken the integrity of the corpse, according to the previous live experiments, the existence time of the demon walking corpse is at most 8-12 hours, and then it will be unable to act because of the energy conflict within the body.

But in 8 hours, this has formed a large wave of corpses that has swept across Niskara.

The Warlocks of the Dark Reaper were also tasked with what the four Warlocks of the Eubecca did in the Dreadmark Rift, and these Warlocks were scattered throughout Niskara to sow chaos in the vast demonic hordes by all means before the Zombie Tide arrived, with Grand Karcist Kel'thugad even personally involved.

This crazy creature used a large-scale "cataclysm" spell and a scepter of destruction that could easily tear through space, blasting open the land of Niskara, cutting off a transportation artery, and "severing" it from the continental shelf of Niskara, throwing a hill-sized earth into the dead stars.

This movement was so loud that most of the demons in this land instinctively advanced towards the triple defense line that was attacked at the same time on the front line without receiving the Dao order, and under the endless blows of the Dark Alliance, the demons of Niskara were quickly diverted, and the terrifying demon corpse tide quickly overwhelmed the first replay line of the demons.

Any warrior who is familiar with the tactics of the Sea of the Undead knows that once the Sea of the Undead is formed, the next thing to do is nothing more than the snowballing simple pattern of "slaughter-transformation-slaughter-transformation".

And the souls of those demons who died because of the plague will not be thrown back into the Twisted Void, because Niskara is in the Twisted Void, where the demons are dead, they are really dead, and their souls will be collected by the warlocks with soul-draining magic and used as spellcasting materials.

After the soulless corpse is awakened, it is infused with the instinctive disgust and greedy appetite for the living by the power of death, and the corpses of these demons become hideous and twisted, not much stronger than the zombie mortals, but because these guys are extremely physical, they are awakened after death, and the impact of the corpse tide regardless of casualties is simply irresistible.

After the first round of defense was breached, the evil artillery positions set up in the fortress area of Niskala burst into fire, obviously, the demons who were stuck here also felt threatened, and they began to fire indiscriminately, and the artillery fire on the starry positions created by the Burning Legion was more ferocious than that of the Dark Blade Legion, and under the covering blow of these evil cannons, the surging corpse tide was barely contained.

It's a pity that the demons desperately held the front, but they couldn't take care of the rear anymore.

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"Bang"

In the deepest part of Niskara's demonic position, in front of a stronghold of evil energy washed in the blood of demon hunters, Agatha, the shackled witch of destruction with both hands in her hands, verified her identity, and the door to the vault that was tightly closed before her eyes burst open.

This required the rank of senior lieutenant or above of the legion to open the door to magic, and along with several internal prohibitions, it was completely dismantled in front of the traitors who defected to the enemy. The treasure trove of the deceitful has been opened to the warriors of Azeroth.

A trace of helplessness flashed in the eyes of the Destruction Witch who had become a prisoner, she turned sideways and leaned over to make a "please" gesture to the Demon Hunter waiting behind her, Illidan didn't care about the resentment on the Destruction Demon's face, she was surrounded by hundreds of Demon Hunters, unless this Destruction Witch was bent on death, she would not move any crooked thoughts.

"The hand of the dreadnought is here."

Just as Illidan was stepping up the stairs, the Witch of Destruction suddenly spoke:

"But be careful, Demon Hunter, there are no enemies in this treasure trove, your greatest enemy is the blade itself, I have seen how easily it can tear apart the demons that try to control it, I hope you will not become a new victim."

"Shut up!"

Orturis the Sufferer scolded, but the next moment, Illidan raised his hand to stop the Victim's reprimand, and Illidan stroked the dark green blade in his hand, the blade named Aesinos had followed him since the Battle of the Ancients, and witnessed how he faced Sargeras head-on, how he walked the path of evil and darkness, and this blade was like another him.

Tenacity, stubbornness, tenacity, unyielding.

"It's time to separate, old friend."

Illidan's fingers caressed the blade, he raised it to his forehead, and pressed the cold blade against his skin, as if to say goodbye to an old friend, the cold blade seemed to feel the inner will of the sword bearer, and it let out a humming sound, as if in response to Illidan's determination.

"Whether I can come back or not, we're going to say goodbye..."

"Pong, pong"

The sharp blade flipped outward, as if it had voluntarily detached from Illidan's hands, it was like a real warrior, after knowing that it could no longer keep up with Illidan's footsteps, it did not want to become a burden to Illidan, it was in this way, it said goodbye to its friends, to its master.

Aesinos's power coiled like a flame around the blade that plunged into the ground, and the raucous fire enveloped the blade, and it fell silent, as if waiting for the next hunter to pull it out.

Illidan turned, and he looked at Oturis, the demon hunter who had followed him the longest, and said to Oturis:

"Don't let it down!"

After saying that, Illidan walked into the treasure house shrouded in darkness and evil energy in front of him without looking back, in the heavenly domain of Niskara, the plague mist that drifted into the sky was blown by the cold wind in the air, and after merging with the water molecules, it fell from the sky in the form of a highly toxic acid rain, enveloping the entire Niskala in this deadly raindrop.

All the Demon Hunters stood silently in place, waiting for their leader to return, and they were watching the legacy.

A legacy that belongs to the Demon Hunters.

"Kane, come here!"

In the majestic acid rain, the victim called out in a low voice, and the young demon hunter who was called by name shook it for a moment, but was soon pushed by the soul eater beside him, he stepped forward a little dazedly, and under the gaze of hundreds of companions, Oturis held his war blade in both hands, which he had used for ten thousand years, and he stood in Kane. Sunrage was taller than Kane.

"I didn't think much of you, I thought you were just a gilded boy who came to the battlefield to gild, I didn't think you could be a good hunter, but it turned out that I was wrong."

Oturis was not a man of many words, nor was he a man of expressing feelings, and he handed the black blade in his hands, which had been soaked with the blood of countless demons, towards Kane, and said:

"This blade is not precious, but it bears witness to my past, as your mentor... I give it to you, and may it also witness your rise! You're destined to make a career! ”

Cold raindrops crashed against Kane's body, and the young High Elf didn't know what to say.

Just as Orturis didn't like him, he didn't like Orturis, he thought that the old elf was always targeting him, and there was an unseemly stubbornness, but now, feeling the cold blade in front of him, Kane didn't know how to respond, so he silently reached out and caught the heavy black blade.

Auturis says it's not precious, that's just a humble statement.

In the War of the Ancients more than 10,000 years ago, there were not many demon hunters who followed Illidan, and the weapons of each of them were carefully selected by Illidan from the demon's trophies.

Kane stood in the icy acid rain with his blade in his hand, and Auturis, with his free hands, stepped forward and grasped the blades of Aeginos that were intertwined on the ground, and the moment his fingers touched Illidan's blade, the scorching fire of evil energy roared around his hands, arms, and even his body.

The scorching temperature of terror was like a test of the sword wielder of the Aeginos Blade, and Auturis silently endured the scorching fire of the evil energy, the heavy hunting patterns on his body were lit one after another, and the sharp demonic aura lingered around his body, drying the falling acid rain like smoke.

After more than ten seconds, with a shout from Orturis, the heavy and huge dark green blade was raised high by him, and a pair of huge black wings suddenly opened behind him, this scene made all the demon hunters on the sidelines enthusiastic, they chanted the names of the victims, and the sound of the shout made the demon minions who followed them also fearful.

Here, in the land of demons, another legacy of Illidare's legion is truly complete!

From now on, no one will be able to wipe them out!