Born of destruction and chaos, demons have a never-ending restless blood in their veins, they crave conquest, destruction, slaughter and destruction, malice and madness are their mottos, and plunder and greed are instincts that they cannot abandon.

The Burning Legion is a legion used by the Dark Titan to fight against the power of the Void, but Sargeras himself does not want to restrain the demons, he only needs these demons to shed blood for him and drive out the stars of the Void Power, the Dark Titan is not ignorant of the demons' atrocities in the stars, but he shows no care.

Azeroth, and even the stars in the Marton sky, are just a battlefield in the Burning Legion's multi-front operations, and it is far from all and all of the burning expeditions, the demons scattered all over the stars are destroying countless worlds and civilizations every minute and every second, and in the wreckage of those civilizations, some demons with a collector's habit will preserve meaningful mementos.

And those resources that are of high value to the demons, minerals, herbs, curiosities, and even slaves from all over the stars, which are the most valuable trophies of the Burning Legion in the process of conquering the stars, and they are stored in the nodes of the star sector like Marton.

Never guess how many treasures the Burning Legion has amassed, even if the demons generously let go of all the shackles and let all the lives of Azeroth take them, the creatures of that world will not be able to absorb resources at a rate that can keep up with the speed at which the demons can accumulate wealth.

If it weren't for the fact that the Burning Legion didn't have a complete commercial and monetary system, the demons might have rebuilt a vast and vast commercial system in the Burning Expedition, across the entire range of stars, of course, the demons wouldn't do it, and they didn't have any money in their brains.

"Boom"

In front of a warehouse in Marton, the Death Knights gathered there were ordered to transport all the supplies in the warehouse back to the Dead Realm, but the heavy, powerful magical gate prevented the Necrons from plundering the action, and there was still a war ahead, leaving little time for these logistical necromantic members, so they took a more direct approach to breaking down the door in the face of the closed treasury door.

A marine tank parked not far away moved its heavy main gun, and in the scream of the necromantic goblins, the explosion from the terrible shelling completely shattered the heavy gate along with the defensive magic on the gate, and before the scorching storm subsided, the Death Knights who had been ready for a long time rushed into the treasure house, and soon, the engineering vehicle full of all kinds of strange minerals and gems was filled, and in the roar of the engine, the engineering vehicle embarked on the way back, and the second spare vehicle quickly filled its place.

Like a greedy beast, the Blade sucks blood frantically from the bodies of the defeated Marton demons, emptying the wealth they plundered from the stars like ants moving houses, and even the souls of those demons are collected by lichs and psychics as an alternative "strategic reserve".

Lord Sarufar stood on the demon sentry not far away, as the commander-in-chief of the invasion operation, it was difficult for him to enjoy the fun of fighting with the death knights, after the completion of a wave of flat push of the Marine Tank Brigade, Lord Sarufar entered his role, he was silent, but in his thinking, information from the battlefield in 7 directions continued to converge to him through the other 6 lords.

On the stone table in front of Sarufar's eyes, there is a map driven by magic, the icons on it are constantly changing, representing the real-time comparison of strength between the enemy and us on the battlefield, this kind of awesome technology similar to battlefield radar is achieved through the large-scale monitoring magic that the Sindra mages loaded on the damned fleet, as long as the Dark Blade's spaceship is still cruising in the sky, then Sarufar's eyes can see the clear situation of the entire battlefield.

In terms of numbers, the Dark Blade Warband is of course a disadvantage, but in other aspects, the advantage is even greater.

The lack of unified coordination and command of the demons, coupled with the fact that the seven directions were attacked at the same time, made it difficult for the demon commanders to turn the number into an advantage in the war, and they almost did not cooperate with each other, so it was easy for the wargroup under the command of Sarufar to complete the division of the battlefield, coupled with the excellent preliminary planning of the intelligence bureau, before the start of the war, the demons' fleet in the starport could not be dispatched, which gave the Darkblade Legion another airspace advantage.

Absolute air supremacy plus firepower projection regardless of cost, as well as real-time battlefield command, plus grassroots soldiers who are never afraid to retreat, and whose execution is so strong that it explodes... If he couldn't win with such an advantage, Sarufar felt that he could really draw the Valagar sword and decide for himself.

"The demons are resisting, they are tenacious, on all battlefields! I'm sure you're feeling the pressure too, and that's a good thing... Always fighting easy battles will degrade us. ”

Sarufar's voice rang in the minds of several other Death Lords, and he commanded methodically:

"Listen to me, wounded beasts are the most dangerous, and wounded demons are just as much as that, so don't give them a chance to fight back and use our firepower advantage to crush their formations! There's no need to chase it down to the end, remember, brothers, we're only responsible for defeating the Demon Headquarters, and someone will finish the rest! ”

"Lumi, get around the demon phalanx in front of you, there are an incredible number of demon cannons there, and their fire projection intensity is higher than that of your Hellfire warband!"

"Serent, move your warband to the northeast, there is a demon army regrouping in the valley behind you, and defeat them!"

"The fourth wave of bombardment of the Wrath Fleet will begin in 15 minutes, various warbands! Now start marking the areas that need fire support! Pay attention to the logistics troops in the rear, we don't have much time, we must rush to empty all the valuable things before the demon fleet in the surrounding star sector reaches Marton! ”

"Remember, this is a raid! Time, that's the most important thing..."

As soon as Sarufar's words fell, the rune stone in his hand began to shine, which made the commander-in-chief frown, the light of this button meant that there was an emergency, and he hated this kind of unplanned thing.

"What's going on?"

Sarufar connected the communication, and the next moment, the voice of the secondary lord on the starport battlefield with a hint of nervousness sounded:

"Commander! There is a strong rival in the Star Harbor area! We're resisting, but we can't hurt the monster with the axe, we need backup! ”

"Armed with a great axe?"

Sarufar paused for a moment, and the next moment, there was a trace of noise on the side of the rune stone, as if someone had snatched the rune stone, and the voice of the shadow of the high-level agent sounded in the next moment:

"Commander-in-chief, it's the Cursed Throat and the War Lord Gorerix, I shared with you the information about this tricky demon and that damn weapon before the operation, it's a pity, but enough holy silver can't kill it, this demon is very threatening, and failing to defeat it means that we can't recover the several demon starships that are out of control in the starport, so we must deal with it as quickly as possible!"

"Understood!"

Sarufar nodded, and he said calmly:

"Report the specific coordinates! Support arrives immediately! ”

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"Hell!"

The eyes of the shadow hiding in the ruins twitched, and the unkillable demon in front of her completely subverted all her perceptions.

In the chaotic battlefield of Starport, the Burning Legion War Lord Gorerix, armed with a strange sharp axe, this demon is in a terrible state, it has survived the Holy Silver Storm detonated by Oresus, its body is already broken in the true sense, but it is still dragging its staggering body, killing in all directions.

This strange demon was defenseless, allowing the brave knights to slash at him with all sorts of weapons or tear his flesh apart, but no amount of frantic attacks could really deal a real fatal blow to the already shattered demon.

On the contrary, no matter how powerful the defense is, the death knight, or even the lesser lord who specializes in blood magic, will easily smash the body and even the soul when it comes into contact with the damn axe.

The strange battle axe, embellished with demon skulls and bladed like bat's wings, had both physical and soul levels of double lethality, and in just a few minutes, more than 40 high-ranking knights had already died in the slash of the battle axe.

"This is the weapon that Kilgardan has prepared specifically to deal with the threat of the undead?"

The high-ranking agent clenched her fists, she was sure that the axe in the demon's hand was also an evil weapon like Apocalypse and Frostmourn, but compared to Apocalypse's bias towards attack, Frostmourn was biased towards control, and this strange tomahawk was obviously more threatening, it could draw life and energy!

The shadow's gaze fell on the corpses at the feet of the slashing war demon Goririx, under the shredded armor of the death knights, revealing not their intact bodies, but the white bones, the death energy used by the death knights to maintain their bodies had been drained, and even the vitality in their dead flesh and blood had been completely drained.

And the shattered body of the axe-wielding demon, which had been burned in the flames and explosions of the Holy Silver, actually recovered very quickly in this transformation of vitality and energy, and was even more powerful than the previous intact state!

Other words...

"It can't be killed."

Shadow's eyes narrowed.

"As long as it still holds that axe, as long as it can still slash enemies with it, it can never be killed, unless... Unless its body is completely annihilated in an instant, but it is the head demon lord, except for the boss himself, I am afraid that even the death lords will not be able to do this together. ”

"The reinforcements you want are here!"

Just when the shadow came to the final conclusion, with a burst of light, Yuna, the little ghost with a steel helmet and a wand, appeared strangely beside the shadow, this little girl looked at the surrounding battlefield of destruction with great interest, she waved her wand, and asked her shadow sister:

"Where's the strong enemy?"

"Why are you here?"

Compared with Yuna's high interest, her eyes widened when she finally waited for the shadow of the "reinforcements", she couldn't believe that Sarufar, who had always been reliable, would actually send Yuna, a powerless little fool, to such a dangerous battlefield.

"Go back! This is not the place you should be. ”

The shadow shouted to little Yuna:

"That demon is dangerous! It can't be killed! Find someone else, Viren, Hela, or let Tyrion come himself! Only they can solve it! ”

"Oh!"

Yuna poked her head out of the ruins and glanced at Gorerix, who was chasing the Death Knights, the little ghost seemed to be startled by the madness of the demon, she quickly patted her chest, touched her steel helmet, and turned to the shadow and said:

"But they're all too busy to come here... That's why we're going to send that ugly bastard over! ”

"What do you mean?"

The shadow was a little confused for a while, and Yuna crossed her waist and explained proudly:

"Just send it over! Tyrion said spicy, any trouble that can't be solved and thrown back to him won't be a problem! We're throwing it into the Dead Realm, and it's our territory! No matter how powerful it is, it's useless! ”

"Oh, yes!"

The shadow slapped her head sharply, she forgot about this stubble, the weapon that Kil'Gardan prepared for the threat of the undead was indeed strange and evil, but no matter how awesome the fraudster was, he certainly hadn't been to the Dead Realm in person, he didn't know the rules of the Dead Realm, no matter how powerful the weapon and that demon were in this world, it was useless, once it was pulled into the Dead Realm, all its proud violent power would disappear in an instant.

"What are we going to do?"

The shadow asked, and Yuna shrugged, and she took her wand, and made an ugly mark on the ground, to which she said:

"You lure it over, be careful, I'll open a big door here, don't worry, the stupid demon can't see the door, only the undead can see it, as long as it touches the door, it will be thrown in!"

"Good!"

The high-ranking agent with a lot of courage did not hesitate, turned around and ran out, and after ten seconds, the pale shadow rushed back to Yuna's side, and the moment she made contact, she was almost cut off by the axe... There was something strange about that axe, and the shadow could feel it, not the demon manipulating the axe, but the axe manipulating the demon.

It is wise in its own right!

But the task of luring the enemy has been accomplished, and in the frantic shaking of the earth, the warlord Goririx, who holds the Cursed Throat, has red eyes, not like a demon in a frenzy, but like a poor puppet whose will has been manipulated.

It roared, and the demon, whose body had begun to twist abnormally, held aloft the cursed throat that glowed red, and slashed down at Yuna and Shadow as they stood in place.

"I'm going to..."

"Whoosh"

Before the terrifying demon's battle cry was finished, Yuna's mark of the dead realm left on the ground was activated, and the huge demon was thrown into the dead realm along with the terrifying weapon, and little Yuna was still waiting for the demon's second half of the sentence with a blank expression.

Putting her hands to her ears and leaning forward slightly, she said:

"You just said you were going to... What are you doing? ”

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"Bang"

The feeling of weakness of the raging demon smashing into the wasteland of the Dead Realm faded cleanly at this moment, and the feeling of weakness terrified Goririx, as a demon, it could not bear to lose its strength.

But maybe the demon shouldn't care about that, because it's a living thing... And the living creatures cannot enter the dead realm, and there is only one result of being forcibly thrown in.

The cold spirit winds poured out of nowhere, wrapping around the weakened demonic body like a blade that sliced flesh, and Kil'Gardan's secret weapon for the Grimblade Undead did not even let out a wail, and after the cold wind that swept like yellow sand faded, only a twisted skeleton was left in the wilderness.

The Cursed Throat, an evil weapon, was thrown into the wilderness... Nobody cares.

As if to foreshadow some kind of tragic end.

PS：

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