Wars are fought all over the world, politics is done by politicians, and the Night Empire has no time to care about the outside world now, and there are rounds of meetings and collective discussions going on within themselves.

The Prime Minister's Council of the Eternal Night has already quarreled all over the world, and the legislators and bigwigs from all walks of life are now divided into two factions with clear banners, fiercely fighting each other, and no one obeys anyone.

The forest demigod Cenarius firmly opposed the Sartre demons joining the empire and made them official citizens of the empire, believing that this group of evil and depraved demons should be completely wiped out and exterminated, and if they were allowed to join the empire, who knows if this group of damned demons would have any destabilizing effect on the empire.

As a demigod of the wilderness who participated in the War of the Ancients, Cenarius had more than enough reason to hate demons, after all, he had witnessed the terrible demigod twilight, watched his people die one by one, and watched Akmund break the neck of Malon, the white deer of the moon.

So Sartre must not join the Empire, they are accomplices of the Burning Legion, and they want to atone for their sins!

This argument was immediately supported by two factions of druids, the Priest of the Soulbinders, the Priestess of the Moon, the Feathered Moon Ranger, the Ghost Ranger, the Silver Covenant, and the Ancestor Thorn Beast and the Forest Spirit.

"So no matter what, we won't agree to those fallen satyr demons joining the Empire, even if they are twisted from the Night Elves, they are no longer our countrymen now, and I don't think they will be able to change their ways. ”

Vandal Deerhelm, the spokesman for the opposition, yelled loudly as he banged on the table in front of him.

"Huh... And what about the Ereda Twins' Sagree Legion, and according to your logic, why don't you say that you will drive them out of the Empire as well?"

The spokesperson of the support faction is naturally Aishara, the old lady of the society is personally in battle this time, she has no ill feelings towards those Sartre demons, after all, the transformation process 10,000 years ago, Aishara has also watched it a few times with her own eyes, this is her special private army back then.

Of course, there are also many supporters on Azhara's side.

Gul'dan's Shadow Council, Hesso's Plutocracy, Sylvanas's Undead Queen, Sulama's High Elves, the Iron Horde, and Quel'Thalas and Greenskins.

Like the opposition's patriarchs, Jing Beast and Lin Jing, the High Elf buddies of Quel'Salas were pulled over to make a soy sauce gesture, which actually had nothing to do with them, it was just a matter of numbers.

As for the green skin... Well, the big green-skinned warlord is just blindly coaxing the fun, and the support faction is also happy to have a large number of people, so they are also drawn into the gang together.

"Ah, listen, listen... The biggest culprit of the ancient war back then is now here to help the former demon dogs speak again!"

Brother Vandal doesn't give Ishalla face at all, which pot doesn't open which pot.

Immediately, the atmosphere exploded again, and the warring parties turned the wide hall into a vegetable market.

Now, all the satyr demons who are willing to join the Night Empire have gathered in the Shadow Fortress of Imotar, Lord of the Calamity Dogs, in the Felwood Forest region.

They waited for the final decision of the Imperial Council, but this waiting time was too long, so out of boredom, they assisted Imortar in going to the countryside to help the evil bears.

Oh, the little sisters of Ereda will not show up in public, these evil girls are very self-conscious, unwilling to be coolies themselves, what they are most willing to do is to secretly observe their brilliant achievements behind the scenes.

For the Sartre Demon clamoring to join the Night Empire, Ereda actually doesn't care at all, to put it bluntly, it's love to death or not, it's none of our business.

It is not surprising that they never considered themselves official citizens of the Night Empire, after all, they followed the Titan Sarodar in order to join the Legion of the Dawn, and then transform the Legion of the Dawn into an army even larger than the Burning Legion.

Besides, this group of Ereda Ladies has extremely serious racial discrimination, and as the highest-ranking members of the original Burning Legion, they have no regard for the half-blood mongrel demon race.

The entire legion, that is, the Dreadlord and the Abyss Lord's level of demons can enter their eyes, communicate with them on an equal footing or obey commands.

Heheda, the old lady will split you first.

Not to mention the main demons of the lower levels, they are completely consumables, and if they die, they will die, it doesn't matter.

So to sum up, this group of Ereda who is separated from the grassroots masses is even more discriminatory against the demon of Sartre.

You are not even the official establishment of the legion, you are just a group of lowly local half-blood demons from another world, and they are not purebred!

Well, the pure-blooded high-level demons and the acquired half-blood demons can't get over the conflict between this class.

However, Miss Ereda didn't know that Mr. Sargeras, the former boss of the top level, was now nesting on a blue planet that he had never heard of, and he was quite interested in creating batch after batch of half-blood demons.

Well, the original intention was for a mortal woman.

The big boss goes into battle in person, and the effect and efficiency are naturally different.

Solar system, Earth, Bavarian region.

The town is still as peaceful as ever, but the people who live here are fundamentally different from before.

Whispers from the depths of their souls brought them to their knees, and they gained unimaginable power, like magic.

Their souls were completely distorted by evil powers, their eyes turned pure black without the slightest white, and their bodies were nothing more than a dispensable skin to them.

Now their souls, like a cloud of dark smoke, can abandon this body at any time and forcibly occupy the body of someone else.

They are human demons, a brand new hybrid breed.

Now they have their first order from the High Pure-Blood Demon: disguise.

Continue to live in this town like normal people, and together form a huge illusory stage, like Truman's world, just to guard and protect the only normal human.

With the high-level pure-blood demons in charge, the human demons did not dare to be restless, and obediently obeyed orders, they were waiting for the day when the task was completed, waiting for the day when this group of high-level pure-blood demons left this world, which meant complete freedom.

Stanley's mission is to play the role of a waiter in a coffee shop near the church, and the only thing he wants to do is serve tea and pour water, waiting for that very special human baby to go to the church every day and sit down for a drink as he passes by, and he needs to serve her.

But Stanley didn't want such a life, and he was waiting, waiting for the group of high demons like slave owners to leave this world, waiting for the human woman to leave with them.

Human demons shouldn't be their slaves, even if you created us, but so what?

He wants to become the king of human demons, and according to human myths and legends, he will unleash human demons to build a hell of their own evil energy.

Lord of Hell, sounds like a perfect fit for yourself.

(Tell me about the old book "Shattered Evil" Stanley.) ）