"Drop"

In the quiet crypt, there was a soft sound, indicating the passage of identity verification, and then, in the midst of a slightly muffled movement of the stone door, the Nasrezm Demon Demon's Temple of Knowledge slowly opened before the eyes of the heavily armed Darkblade agents.

This is Xonos, the world of the stars, one of the three home planets of the Nasrezm demons, and arguably the most dangerous place in the stars.

In this world, which is one-third smaller than Azeroth, there are nearly 250,000 Nasrezm demons and their demon minions, which sounds like a lot of people, but because of the bad habits of the demons and the habits of abusing evil energy, 60% of the surface of this world has been seriously polluted by evil energy, and the life of the earth has dried up, and the desertification is extremely serious, so to speak, this world is like being wrapped in desert.

When the demons describe Xonos, they always say that this is a world of "hellfire and dry bones", and endless dry bones are hidden under this endless desert, and hellfire... Just look at the cracked earth at the edge of the desert, and the fire of evil energy that spreads from the ground is almost baking the whole world.

This is hell! A real hell!

The Dreadlords live in several large cities in Xsonos, where they live and multiply, maintaining their own unique civilization characteristics, and those cities are the only places on the planet that still seem to be oases, but according to the demons' unrestrained squandering of the world's resources, it is estimated that in a few hundred years at most, this planet will be abandoned by the Nasrezm, and these demons will re-enter the stars to find the next "home planet".

It's like a swarm of predatory locusts.

Wearing a veil of shielding the sand, the perfect Salain looks like a real desert warrior in leather armor, with his trademark cape, riding boots, a blood-red whip hanging from his waist, a cool windshield on his eyes, and a sniper rifle with a long barrel behind his back.

She stood behind the agents, this Salein held the sword at her waist in one hand, and held an engineering telescope in the other, looking at the shadowy Castlevania on the other side of the wind and sand, and on her wrist, there was a large range of life detection instruments, projecting images on the crystal dashboard, like a radar.

This thing is powered by the power of death, and the line between life and death is so clear that even the stealthy Nasrezm who try to get close to the agents in the shadows will be spotted almost immediately.

And where this group of heavily armed agents is located, in the desert near the city of Nasrezm, there is an ancient temple surrounded by wind and sand, which houses the evil knowledge left by the ancient Nasrezm ancestors, and this is also one of the sacred places of the Nasrezm demons on this planet, but don't expect these cunning and ruthless demons to have much reverence for the ancestors.

They care more about their lives than they do about tradition.

"Action!"

Marais glanced back at the entrance of the temple behind him, the yellow quicksand was blown by the dry hot wind in the dark hole, the temple in the style of the Dreadlord had been flooded by the quicksand, and the decoration on the top of the temple stood alone in the barren quicksand, like the wings of a black bat, as if telling the horror of time.

"You only have 30 minutes!"

The high-ranking agent who was the commander of the operation threw a runestone containing the data to the operation leader, and she whispered:

"This is the topographical map of the temple, after 30 minutes, regardless of whether you find the target clue or not, you must retreat immediately!"

"Understood!"

The tall captain of the operation is a Sindrasa Leyin, a strange bloodline who is good at hand-to-hand combat and destruction, and can even fight with an adult Dreadlord for a while, but they are not here to fight, the ongoing battle of Niskara has attracted most of the attention of the demons of Xonos, the two worlds are too close, and there are portals to communicate with each other, in this case, the Dreadlords also feel threatened.

The Nasrezm's fleet over the planet is gearing up, and their best warriors and minions have been called back to the city to defend against possible attacks by intruders through portals, giving the Darkblade agents the possibility to surreptitiously bypass the Dreadlord.

Although it may sound very, very difficult and dangerous to sneak into a world full of demons, steal some important materials and supplies from the demon's temple, and always be vigilant to avoid being discovered by the demons, in fact, out of all the missions that the Darkblade agents have carried out in the past five years, this mission is hardly in the top ten.

Before they set out, Darkblade's undercover "Deep Sea" inside the Burning Legion gave them a map of the entire world of Xonos, along with the defenses of the Nasrezm in each city, as well as the topographical maps and trap locations inside the temple, and the location of the knowledge stored by the agents.

There are also armies of the Dark Alliance in Niskara to help them attract the attention of the demons of Xonos, and after the mission is completed, there is also the crossover of the Death Knights.

It can be said that what the agents need to do is to follow the map, avoid the demon's sight, get something, and then evacuate in a low-key manner.

It's hardly easy.

Of course, the battle is inevitable, although the city where this ancient temple is located, although it was abandoned by the Nasrezm thousands of years ago because the land became a desert, although the demons do not respect the inheritance of the ancestors very much, but the necessary guards are still there, but in the face of the heavily armed Darkblade agents, this weak guard, did not even send out the message for help, and was completely torn apart under the fire of the agents' holy silver weapons.

Although the Nasrezm demons are famous among the stars, not every Dreadlord is as difficult to deal with as the Dread Lords, ordinary Dreadlords are not stronger than other demons, and the vicious ones in these stars are better at intrigue and trickery, and in the case of head-on confrontation, they are slightly worse.

"It's ugly!"

Agent Marest, who led several high-ranking Salen guards the entrance to the temple, played with the demon skull in her hand, and her blood power cleaned all the flesh and blood from the skull, leaving behind the skull of a miserable white Dreadlord, which she looked at over and over again, and finally threw it to her followers with a look of disgust.

As a Night Elf, she doesn't like such savage ornaments.

Nearly ten minutes later, Marais crouched on the ground outside the temple, she looked at the mechanical watch on her wrist, and when the time pointed to a certain scale, she reached out from her waist bag, took out a slightly complicated metal bracelet, placed it in the sand in front of her, pressed the start button, and then took a few steps back.

Under Marais's gaze, the metal bracelet changed rapidly, and in the collision of pinions, layers of delicate metal stretched out from both sides of the bracelet, like a rapidly unfolding precision engineering instrument, full of futuristic sci-fi style, and the shining blue light and the slightly uncomfortable power proved that this thing was made with Titan technology.

After a few seconds of operation, the metal bracelet expanded into a magic circle, and on the continuous circulation of the quadruple metal ring, engraved with gloomy and cold death runes, in the continuous rotation of the metal ring, the power of death and arcane power was blessed on this magic circle, and in the roaring cutting sound, a black crack appeared in the space in front of Marais's eyes, as if the space had been cut.

This is a positioning circle used to locate the phase coordinates of the planet Xonos in the middle of nowhere, but it is not intended for the Dark Coalition or the living.

"Wow"

At the moment when the speed of the quadruple metal ring reached its highest rotation, the black rift in front of Marais's eyes also seemed to connect to a bad place, and with the continuous blowing of the cold spirit wind, in a strange cheer, a small figure rushed out of it, like a cannonball, and threw itself into Marais's arms.

"Bang"

There was a soft thud, and the unsteady high-ranking agent let out a scream, and the two men rolled around in the sand for a few wasted weeks before they got to their feet.

And the terrifying impact just now almost knocked Marais's chest flat.

"Yo! It's a success! Yuna succeeded! ”

Yuna, the little fool who had successfully completed a space crossing, raised her hands and circled around Marais, as if celebrating the success of her big adventure, while the high-level agent rubbed her chest with her teeth and looked at the excited Yuna, and asked in a low voice:

"Why are you here? Little Yuna? Didn't you say that the Great Lord came here in person? ”

Marais's inquiry caused the ecstatic Yuna to raise her head, and the little ghost dressed as an explorer in black leather armor and a little cowboy hat explained to his sister Marais while observing the terrible desert environment around her:

"Tyrion is so busy! He didn't have time to come, so I came for him. ”

This explanation gave the high-ranking agent a bit of a headache, she was sure that this little ghost was definitely sneaking over from the Great Lord, she rubbed her forehead, and said to Yuna in a serious voice:

"Good boy, Yuna, this isn't a joke, it's dangerous here..."

"Don't underestimate me!"

Yuna straightened her waist and patted her washboard-like chest with a confident face, and she said loudly:

"It's really Tyrion who asked me to come in his place, because I'm also the spokesperson of the Dead Realm, and the place where I am is is the border of the Dead Realm... What Tyrion can do, I can do! ”

After saying that, the confident little Yuna threw a gummy into her mouth, chewed it, and walked to the still running positioning circle, she rubbed her hands, and then put her hands on the black crack in the air in front of her, she turned her head to Marais behind her and said:

"Stand back! I'm going to bring the big guy out..."

"Drop some back! A little further! ”

It wasn't until Marais had retreated a few hundred meters that Yuna turned her head, licking her lips with her tongue and closing her eyes, and began to try to open the door to the Azeroth Dead Realm in the distant stars.

Now that the three hells are beginning to merge, as Tyrion's "crown", Yuna's connection with the Dead World has also been deepened several times, wearing Bonsandy's red gemstone crown on her head, Hela's Bone Horn around her waist, plus her own death symbol, just like a microcosm of the entire Dead Realm.

Yuna didn't brag, symbolically speaking, she and Tyrion are really of the same rank, and only when she and Tyrion are together, the Great Lord is the complete King of the Dead Realm, so to speak, this little fool is part of the Great Lord in a symbolic sense.

"It's too far from home!"

Little Yuna tried several times in the wind and sand, but failed to open the passage of the dead realm, which made the confident little ghost very angry, she complained, raised her hands, and sighed into them, and then stretched out her hands again, this time, she stabbed her little claws directly into the dangerous phase rift in front of her.

Marais watched from behind as the pale light of Yuna's body danced, wrapping around the little man like a lightning storm, and the desert seemed to have a premonition of real imminent death, in the great desert, a low bang threw dozens of tons of sand into the sky, and the sky of Xonos also changed from dry and clear to cloudy in an instant, and even the vast yellow sand in the desert began to stop, which was shocking to see.

"I see him!"

Yuna screamed with joy:

"The big man sees the way! He's coming! ”

"Boom"

Like the movement of black lightning, at the moment when the cold mist of the dead realm erupted from the phase rift that Yuna tore like a tide, a tall figure wearing ritual armor, carrying a cross war hammer, and holding the staff of the mist, walked out of the dark blue mist of the dead world, as Yuna called it, this figure was very tall, and it was like a heavy hill between walks.

The aura on his body was not as cold as the other Death Lords, but the aura that spread was very pure, it was the smell of death.

This is Viren...

The Knight of Tyrians' Damnation, the only one in the Darkblade Legion who can match Tyrion in terms of force, and even in the all-knowing Darkblade Intelligence Bureau, few people know of his existence.

Viren walked out of the rift in the Dead Realm that Yuna had opened, and in his hands he held the High Lord's Staff of Mist, and in the haunting of the Mist of the Dead Realm, those cold mist were quickly spread in all directions under the control of the will of the Knight of Damnation.

"Mission accomplished, leave!"

In a hoarse and deep voice, Viren said to Agent Maraster in front of him:

"I'll wrap it up..."

Despite being the same undead life, Marais couldn't help but shudder after seeing the sight of the Knight of Damnation's appearance and the Dead Mist Mist that was wildly eroding on the desert like a roaring misty dragon.

She had probably guessed what the Rider of the Damned was here for.

She also guessed the Grand Lord's final "arrangement" for the world of Xonos.

Viren isn't here to wrap up...

He came to slaughter, he came to destroy, he came to mourn.

Here, Viren does not need to suppress his terrifying death power, and this world is likely to be a "testing ground" arranged by the High Lord for the Knights of Damnation to test the terrifying power of the Knights of Damnation.

In other words...

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