Why Argus?

That's a good question.

Originally, even Duke himself didn't know why the Burning Legion's death hole was on the planet Argus, where the Eredar clan originated?

Unexpectedly, in that secret consultation, it was the Titans who inadvertently told Duke the answer.

Because a certain despicable and shameless Void Lord, who is actually the largest Burning Legion in the 25,000 years since its establishment, Du Mouke, used the energy of the Well of Eternity to recoil and blew up the largest fortress in the Twisted Void at once.

This tragic defeat that shocked the entire Burning Legion and made Sargeras angry for 10,000 years made the entire Burning Legion higher-ups have a consensus that the seemingly insoluble Twisted Void is not really that safe.

Since in the War of the Ancients, Duke can set off the largest fireworks ever in the Warped Void, so that I don't know how many billions of demons will be annihilated, then Duke can do it once, and he can do it a second time.

Therefore, although the big explosion in the Battle of the Ancients did not really hurt the vitality of the triumvirate of Sargeras, Kilgardan and Akmund, it made the three bigwigs sit on pins and needles.

After discussing it for a long time, they made an unexpected and reasonable decision to transfer the soul cores of the three of them and all the Void Lords under the Legion to Argus.

Because in Argus, there are two Titans guarding it.

Agrama was once one of the noble Pantheon Titans. After being defeated by Sargeras, he was reborn as the Titan of Destruction by the evil forces of Sargeras. He is now entrenched in the core of Argus, guarding the power that can destroy the universe, as well as the soul core of the three giants of the Burning Legion.

The other one is the [Silencer] Argus.

That's right, this is the planet Argus, a titan born from the star soul of the planet. It's a pity that since the day the star soul awakened, he was destined to go astray.

When Sargeras bewitched the two Ereda bosses, he also fell in love with Argus's star soul. Because this star soul has the strength to become a Titan. By the time of the War of the Ancients, Argus the Destroyer had become a fallen Titan.

The two fallen Titans, Agrama and Argus, are the ultimate secret weapons of the Burning Legion.

If you don't take advantage of the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity of Sargeras to be resurrected in Azeroth, Akmund has not yet been resurrected, and Kil'Gardan is on the front line again, defeating the two Fallen Titans in one fell swoop and shattering the myth of the immortality of the Burning Legion, then no matter how long you resist and how many times you repeat similar battles, it will still not be the Burning Legion that will lose in the end.

At this moment, more than a light-year away from Azeroth, a spaceship beyond the imagination of mortals is making an interstellar leap.

This kind of space technology that folds space, ignores distance, and reaches the destination in an almost cheating way, this is a black technology that has not even been developed on the earth where Duke is located.

In the Pantheon, such technology is commonplace.

Outside the porthole, there are countless flashes of light.

Inside the spaceship, there was a slight sense of tremor.

Sitting on the captain's throne, Duke looked around.

The ship is huge, originally intended for the Titan's creations, and the bridge alone is the size of ten football fields.

The eyes are full of gorgeous decorations in the style of Titans, towering columns, and Titan runes everywhere.

And the guy who drove the boat, who was Duke's 'old friend' observer Algalon.

This giant titan creation, which seems to be composed of constellations, looks back from time to time, revealing a smile that I don't know if it is flattering or not. This thing probably also knows that his fate is in Duke's hands.

The captain's throne is so big, it was meant to be for guardians or titans. The seats alone are thirty meters by twenty meters, and the total area is more than 650 square meters, including the protrusions in the corners.

The god is bigger than Duke's main Duke's mansion in Stormwind.

Feeling the space flashing outside the spaceship, Duke felt as if he was in a world where everything was quiet.

But there was a voice in my heart that was becoming more clear and definite - this was the last battle.

Crossing over from Earth, he became a part of the surging pulse of Azeroth's fate, integrated into the main timeline that brought together countless lives and branches of time, and finally condensed the fate of countless existences and billions of voices of resistance into today's situation.

As long as this last battle is won, all suffering and all threats will end.

Perhaps the competition for survival resources among various races is doomed to the fact that no matter which world it is, there can be no real peace. At least there won't be any more terrifying evil forces like bugs like the Burning Legion, which will blow up a few planets for you to see at every turn.

Is it exciting?

Is it nervous?

Is it anticipation?

Or just craving a closure?

Duke himself couldn't tell.

The frenzied blood flowed in his divine body, which was not only the roar of the elements, but also the rushing roar of spirit and soul, but Duke's heart was extremely quiet.

Quietly watching the light of the stars on the main display screen pass by, his gaze seemed to have passed through the shackles of time for a moment.

It was an honor for him to join the world of Azeroth.

No one on Earth knows but him that the game they love is actually a real projection of another world in the mind of a game designer.

Game designers who have nicknamed it glass slag by players would never have imagined that there was such a world hidden behind their genius design concept.

Duke was fortunate enough to see the old Stormwind fall in flames.

I saw a new alliance born out of fire and blood.

Thanks to his 'prophetic powers', he has changed the lives of countless powerful people and people.

But this great reversal of fortune is not just due to his gift. It is the struggle of all Azeroths against the fate of destruction, and every hopeful has thrown themselves into it, writing a new epic with their own blood and life.

Heroes emerge from troubled times!

Thinking back to the one that should have died a long time ago, but under his own change of fate, he still has a good face.

Suddenly, Duke felt a sense of satisfaction.

Even if it is just in his own spiritual world, looking at them in his memory, facing their faces one by one, there is a strange feeling that he is shocked by himself.

In the game, all the regrets are made up.

The current situation is more like the vision that all players, including themselves, hope for!

Duke finally understands that he never crossed over here alone.

In him, the best wishes of every Warcraft player on Earth are condensed.