Akmund the Polluter was one of the first Erida to betray Agus Delaney, and along with his brother Kilgardan, he became the right-hand man of the fallen titan Sargeras, commanding the Burning Legion's army. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

When the reckless use of magic by the upper elves caught the attention of Sargeras, Akmund and Maronos led a disastrous, devastating invasion. With the awakening of countless demonic minions, they streamed through the Piercing Gate beneath the Well of Eternity, destroying everything they could see above the ancient land of Kalimdor.

Eventually, however, they failed and were banished back into the Warped Void.

10,000 years have passed.

For 10,000 years, Akmund has been thinking about how to make a comeback. Now, the gates of Azeroth have finally opened once again, and the footsteps of the Burning Legion have finally set foot on this ill-fated world once again.

……

A green fire of evil energy covered the entire sky.

The powerful magic contained in the Book of Medivan was extracted by Kel'thugad and injected into the portal.

A huge portal stood out of thin air, and under the portal, countless demonic scum poured out like a tide. And behind them, a pair of huge eyes slowly opened. Immediately after, a pair of huge palms, the size of a house, gently held the sides of the portal, as if they were holding the real door frame.

Then, Akmund's massive body slowly walked out of the portal.

"Ahh

As soon as he stepped out of the portal, Akmund took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

What he inhaled was clean air, but what he exhaled was a terrifying gas full of evil flames and brimstone. Ordinary people would probably be burned to death if they smelled the slightest bit, but for Akmund, it was just a casual breath of exhaust gas.

He stood still on the ground, closed the portal behind him, and looked down to see Arthas and Kel'thugad in front of the demon army.

"Very good, small beings, you have achieved my plan, and you will be rewarded by me. But for now......"

He sneered twice, walked to the front of the demon army, looked up at Dalaran who was already in ruins in the distance, rubbed his chin and couldn't help but sneer.

After thinking for a moment, he slowly squatted down and used his fingers to draw a simple magic pattern on the ground.

"Let this spell mark the first blow to this world."

As he spoke, he looked up at Dalaran in the distance.

"What will come out of this seal will be the destruction of humanity. They are arrogant, cold, and heartless. Trying to turn our flames into their weapons. With stolen knowledge and wisdom, they blindly established their kingdom, and now they are to be destroyed by the flames they seek to control. ”

As soon as he grabbed it, the sand on the ground began to move rapidly, and countless fine sand forms miniature models under the control of magic. If you look closely, these models are Dalaran in the distance, and the magic towers, and even the towers of the Council of Six, are all vividly visible.

The demon army behind him has never been quiet from the beginning, whether it is a strong person like the Abyss Demon Doomsday Guard, or a weak cannon fodder like a little imp and a spider demon, they all look at their master expectantly, waiting for the most exciting scene.

And Akmund did not disappoint them, and when all the models were erected, he gently reached out to the tallest tower of all the models, as if he were caressing his lover, and gently pushed it.

The model of sand collapsed, and with it, the towers of Dalaran in the distance, let out a mournful roar, and then were cut off by the waist. The top of the tower fell, killing I don't know how many of the people of Dalaran who survived the demonic invasion.

Looking at this scene, Akmund laughed twice.

"Let the horn of destruction reverberate in this deplorable world, and let all who hear it feel the despair and helplessness of life!"

He laughed and pushed down all the models in front of him.

Dalaran, the most glorious magical kingdom of mankind, was finally completely destroyed in the face of irresistible power.

Countless towers crumbled, and countless people were stoned to death before they had time to flee.

The demon army let out an earth-shattering cheer and rushed towards the ruins of Dalaran.

There are still survivors there, and even if the whole of Dalaran is destroyed, there will always be some people who are stronger than Xiaoqiang who will survive. But what awaits them will be an army of demons even more terrifying than the undead, who will use human blood to take the first steps towards the destruction of Azeroth.

Seeing the countless demons rushing towards Dalaran, Akmund slowly stood up and glanced down at Arthas and Kel'thugad at his feet, and a sneer of disdain appeared in Lianshan.

"Take your bones and slag and charge with my army, about your reward...... I'll give it to you later. ”

What a bullshit reward!

From the moment he set foot on Azeroth, Arthas, Kel'thugad, the Lich King Neozu, and even the entire Scourge of the Dead were meaningless to Akmund. He didn't trust these guys as if he had never trusted anyone. A bunch of garbage that has become worthless, is it worth his special reward? Perhaps the best reward is to give them a decent funeral.

Akmund sneered in his heart, no longer looking at the two "wastes" under his feet, but raised his head and looked into the distance.

There, a figure was floating in the air, looking at him from afar.

From the first second he stepped into this world, he felt that gaze and the presence of that person, but for him, it was probably just an insignificant fly, so he didn't pay attention to it at all. His power is enough to scare off anyone who dares to peep at him.

Unexpectedly, he had already destroyed a city with his own hands, and that fly was still there. Such a bold man, Akmund suddenly had a hint of interest.

But don't get me wrong, it wasn't necessarily a good thing to get him interested.

Originally, Akmund was not prepared to pay attention to the fly, after all, he controlled most of the Burning Legion, and he had no intention of dealing with a small being that was theoretically far inferior to even a finger of him. But the "provocation" of that small existence has attracted his attention now, so he doesn't mind...... Execute each other with your own hands! (To be continued.) )