In the top hall of the Dark Temple, the High Lord is "talking" with his "good friend" Kilgardan, the fraudster.

Given that His Excellency Kilgardan has had a very bad time in the past few days, and has endured many painful and desperate sufferings, he is now in desperate need of a friend's spiritual comfort.

And when you are in pain and sadness, it is naturally a good thing to have a "good friend" by your side.

"You're crazy!"

The Great Lord's answer surprised Rao is fraudsters who had seen the wind and waves, the soul of this great demon was not complete, but it did not affect the operation of his thinking, and even no matter how crazy his thinking was, it was difficult to understand Tyrion's brain circuit at this time, which made Kilgardan can't help but ask:

"Do you really understand what I'm talking about?"

"The arrival of the Dark Pantheon will devastate your world, and Sargeras has not only the fallen titan Agrama, but also Argus, a mature star spirit from my world... The Destroyer, let's call him Argus the Destroyer, is also in the Dark Pantheon of Sargeras! That's two Titans! ”

"Two tramplers and destroyers who are about to come to this world with the fire of destruction..."

"Thank you for your explanation, my friend, but I want to emphasize again..."

The Great Lord shook the empty wine glass in his hand, and he said in a calm tone:

"That's exactly what I wanted."

"Why?"

The Great Demon asked in a tone full of doubt:

"Successfully escaping the Burning Legion's doomsday isn't enough to satisfy your arrogant ambitions? What is it that gives you such insane self-confidence that makes you feel like you can fight the ultimate power in the stars? Did you know that the minions of the Dark Pantheon have taken root in your world, and in the shadows you don't see, the fire of destruction is already burning? ”

"If I were you, I would do everything in my power to escape this world destined to die before that final end comes."

The confusion on Kil'Gardan's face was transformed into a prophetic pity, but more like a mockery, and the relief of knowing that the end was near, and that the vengeance had been avenged, said:

"Run, Tyrion, run, I know you're unwilling, you've done so much and still can't get the victory and survival you crave, I know the feeling of failure, but we need to learn to bow to the harsh reality... Admit it, you can't win! ”

"If you can't win, you have to fight to know."

The Great Lord was not angry at Kil'Gardan's sarcasm, and it was also ungraceful to be angry with such a miserable soul, he just flicked his fingers and said in a calm tone:

"And that's a trouble I need to face, so I won't bother you, speaking of which, Lord Kilgardan, I still have a question, and I hope you can answer it for me."

"I've heard that the Dark Titans need the Pillars of Creation to determine where the Titan Souls hidden in the stars are hidden, and I'm curious about how long it will take for the Dark Pantheon under his command to find those wandering Titan souls in the stars if the Pillar of Creation is returned to him?"

"Why should I answer you?"

Kilgardan retorted viciously:

"It was your machinations that brought me to this situation, it was you who made me rebel, you sent me into the trap of death, am I really obligated to answer your doubts?"

"No, you don't have that obligation."

Tyrion's five fingers slowly tightened at this moment, and the pale and fine lightning that jumped in the five fingers, the pure and cold power of death tightened more and more on Kil'Gardan's remnant soul like an entangled chain, so that the soul that had just been "glued" had signs of crumbling again, and the familiar pain of being torn and crushed made the fraudster can't help but let out a painful whimper.

And in the reflection of that pale light, a gloomy coldness appeared on the Great Lord's emaciated cheeks, making him look like a real villain.

"But I have to warn you, Mr. Fraudster, and look at where you are now."

"Like you said, people have to learn to bow their heads like reality..."

"I'm giving you a chance, Kil'gardan, to completely dismantle your soul and find the answer I want from all your memories, it's nothing more than a waste of time, I don't want to waste that time, and I'm sure you don't want to suffer more pain and humiliation, after all, you were once a decent person, I mean..."

"Cherish this opportunity, don't be embarrassed!"

This undisguised oppression, and the disdain revealed in the words of the Great Lord, made the fraudster extremely anxious, as the king of demons, when had he suffered such humiliation in the past ten thousand years?

But taking a step back, even in the midst of extreme rage, the archdemon's icy dark wisdom reminded him that Tyrion was right.

He has failed.

The defeat is complete, the body is destroyed, and the soul is mutilated.

There was no possibility for him to turn the tables again, and even if he persevered like this, he would not be able to gain anything but more pain and humiliation, and the Dark Titan would not give him power and salvation again because of his unyielding loyalty.

As Sargeras's lieutenant, Kil'Gardan knows more about his dark master's style than any demon, and Sargeras cannot tolerate repeated failures, even if the fraudsters try to escape back to Argus, because this fiasco will also be ruthlessly destroyed by the Dark Titans, which will be truly annihilated.

There is no point in his insistence anymore ... His current silence and rebuttal were more due to his self-esteem as a great demon, but when he was defeated by Viren, this dignity as a demon king had long since dissipated.

Thinking of this, Kil'Gardan, who was being entangled and tormented by the power of death, seemed to have truly recognized his current situation, and in the leaping and confinement of the pale lightning, he gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice:

"Enough! Stop it all! I'll tell you..."

"But I want a decent death."

The Great Demon closed his eyes, and at this moment his heart was like ashes, and he said:

"I'm the Demon King of the Burning Legion, I'm the leader of the Eredar Demons, and I need a decent funeral! I need to rest in peace, and if you can promise me, I'll give you all the news you need! ”

Hearing this request, the Great Lord's eyes blinked, and he said:

"Well, I promise you."

"As the Legion of the Darkblades expands among the stars, I will announce to the entire Stars that Kilgardan the Deceiver is dead, he died as a demon as he should, he died in Azeroth, he died on the battlefield, he lived up to his mission, he has received true rest, if you need to, I can also remove your bones from the depths of the sea, and at some point in the future, I will build you a tomb for the Great Demon in the ruins of Argus..."

The High Lord looked at Kil'Gardan's soul and said:

"Are you satisfied?"

"So be it, it is better to bury me in Makere, in the depths of the Archon's Seat, where I once lived, and where I dream of resting, and I want you to bury my bones yourself, you are my approved adversary, and I want your respect... You should definitely go there in person! ”

Kil'Gardan's eyes flashed with a faint hint of murderous intent, but it was fleeting.

Seeing that the Great Lord nodded in agreement, the fraudster nodded in satisfaction.

His last request was finally met, and in the ruins of Makere's Archon's Seat, only a great demon like him knew what horrors were hidden there, a desperate place that no life dared to approach, and it was his last revenge on Tyrion.

"Hammer of Kazgros, you sent those traitorous pieces to the Pillar of Creation of Argus, and I saw Sargeras take the location of the soul of Kazgros the Shaper from that artifact."

The Great Demon said eloquently:

"And within 15 days of that, a fleet loyal to Sargeras was sent to an unknown place among the stars, and when they returned, they used a giant soul stone to bring back the sleeping Titan Soul of Kazgros the Shaper, so if you have to give you an exact time..."

"When the Pillar of Creation was returned, it would take about 20-30 days for the Titan souls scattered among the stars to be found and transported back to Argus."

The deceit's answer silenced the High Lord for a few seconds, his fingers flicked, and then he asked:

"Where will those captured Titan souls be placed?"

"Where else?"

The fraudster spread his paws and said loudly:

"Use your dead man's brain to think that Sargeras brought back those Titan souls in order to corrupt them and make them members of his own dark pantheon, and the most majestic place in the world of Argus is in Antorus. In the deepest part of the Burning Throne, there is a Whispering Sanctuary of Fallency, where the three Fallen Masters of the Witch Society corrupt the souls of the Titans day and night! ”

"Agrama, Argus, these are the masterpieces of their evil powers! Kazgros the Shaper is undergoing that painful transformational depravity, then Ionar the Breeder of Life, Gognas the Angry Drinker, Nogannon the Guardian of Mysteries, and... And then there is Al-Mansur, the king of the gods. ”

"The Dark Titan longs for the help of his former brothers, he fights the Void creatures alone in the Void Limits, he is extremely powerful, but he also has limits, he can't see the whole picture... Let's tell you the truth, if it weren't for your world spirit Elune who had been infected by the Void, then Elune would have been stripped of his will and brought into Argus to be corrupted by the Fallen..."

The fraudster said with some regret:

"She would have had a chance to follow Sargeras to save the stars."

"Save?"

The High Lord snorted, he stood up, and held Kil'Gardan's soul in his arms, and he said:

"Killing all the lives and miracles born in this group of stars, and repaying the corrosion of the void with ruins and ashes, is this "salvation" in the eyes of Sargeras? How twisted must his soul be? How desperate he must have been to think of such a nonsensical way of salvation..."

"He was wrong! Kilgardan, we'll prove it eventually! ”

Tyrion whispered:

"Ashes do breed hope, but the way he executes it is wrong..."

"Hehe, whatever you think."

The Great Demon stretched his soul, and he was ready to receive the coming of rest, he said:

"I still don't think there are creatures in this group of stars who can stop the will of the Dark Titans, even if you have achieved unprecedented feats, even if you have defeated the invasion of the Legion three times, our existence is nothing compared to the fear and annihilation brought by the Dark Titan..."

"But since you are so confident, then perhaps, I should bless you?"

Kilgardan's voice was unabashedly mocking and sarcastic, and he closed his eyes and said:

"Come on, kill me! Give me the last rest! Then bury me in Makere..."

"The story of the fraudster Kilgardan is over..."

"Huh"

But the Great Lord did not slay the killer, instead, with a flick of his finger, Kil'Gardan's remnant soul was thrown into the darkness in front of him, where a silent Knight of Damnation stood.

Viren changed his armor.

Still the classic black, still the black spiked helmet, with a cloak covering his body behind his back, he stood quietly in the dark, like a sculpture, and behind him, carrying a blood-red scythe, decorated with a demonic skull, this heavy steel scythe was shaped into an exaggerated shape, and the layers of metal that fit gave the weapon visible lethality to the naked eye.

And at the end of the scythe, there is also an elite blood stone, and under that gem, there are sharp bone spurs that are clasped by chains.

It is worth noting that at the heart of the scythe, the skull, which is filled with a halo of blood, is the skull of the fraudster.

"Something for you, Viren."

The Great Lord waved his hand:

"Have fun with this dishonest guy! He thought he could hide it from me... He thought I didn't know what kind of creatures were hidden in the Archon's seat of Makere... A god of the void who devours everything, hehe. ”

"Tyrion! You promised to give me rest! ”

The mournful screams of the fraudsters rang out in the darkness, like the souls of those who have demanded their lives:

"You promised me! You slut! Swindler! You shameless bitch! Curse you, I curse you!! ”

"I promised you, poor Kil'Gardan, but Viren didn't."

Tyrion watched as Viren's figure vanished into the darkness, he crossed his arms and walked to the edge of the platform of the Dark Temple, looking at the twinkling stars in the sky, a sharp light beating in his eyes.

The legion has been routed ...

Then it's time to deal with the threat of the Dark Pantheon, and then it's time for the final battle.

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"Viren, listen to me, you don't have to!"

In the dimly lit passages of the Dark Temple, Kil'Gardan's voice echoed in the mind of the silent Knight of Damnation, the archdemon persuaded his former brother, who had already "died" once at the hands of Viren, and how "murderous" he knew his brother was.

"I know I'm sorry for you, I know I've done a lot of wrong things, I don't dare to ask for your forgiveness, I just want to say, give me a good time, Viren, my brother, I just want a complete end!"

And in the face of the deceit's plea, the Knight of Damnation bowed his head, a glint flashing in his blue eyes, and he stroked the remnant of Kil'Gardan with his fingers, and he whispered without emotion, in a creepy, scalp-tinging voice:

"It's all gone, my brother Kil'Gardan, it's all gone..."

"From now on, we will never be separated again..."

"I promise..."8)