The vast wasteland is filled with hideous demons of all shapes, and under this dark canopy, countless tyranny and destruction are about to be unleashed.

"Ah, you succeeded, mortal. "Scarlet skin had a texture like rough rock or metal, and the dark armor of unknown metal enveloped his entire body, but it couldn't wrap around the wide demonic wings and hoofed legs. The seeping orange-red flames were slowly jumping in his eyes, and in his breathtaking eyes, in addition to the terrifying power, there was also the wisdom and cunning that seemed to be able to see through everything.

Perhaps because he had put his consciousness here, Lanlos could clearly feel that the leader of Eredar was as if he were materially extraordinarily powerful and terrifying.

Kilgardan the Deceit, commander of the Burning Legion, the Demon King feared by the worlds.

Lanlos scrutinized the legendary being, and was horrified to find that an uncontrollable shiver quickly spread from the depths of his soul.

There is an insurmountable absolute gap between the two. In front of him, he was like an ant.

Being able to open the door to legendary power in just a few years, Lanlos can be regarded as a small achievement, and it can even be said to be a feat. But after seeing these truly transcendent beings, the self-satisfaction and pride that he had hidden deep in his heart were completely torn apart.

Compared to these great powers that span all worlds, he is still too small.

Luckily, after going through so much that even Sargeras approached him as an imaginary enemy, Lanloth's mental endurance unexpectedly became extremely strong.

"Well, what a battle, Kil'Gardan. Despite the alliances, Lanros was careful not to put all of his mental consciousness into this chaotic plane. The exchanges between the two sides have always been anything but friendly.

"In order to welcome our allies, this is right. Kil'Gardan's words were so beautiful that even people like Lanlos couldn't help but feel a fluttering emotion rise in their hearts for a while.

However, although he was not as good as the other party, the same treacherous and cunning elven mage was not confused by the other party's praise, and the undisguised contempt on Kil'Gardan's face made him quickly come back to his senses. Despite all the words, don't forget what Lanlos did.

If he could be killed, Kilgardan would not hesitate. Including, the polluter Akmund next to him, who had been staring at the elves with his eyes burning with green flames.

In their opinion, if it weren't for Lanloth's stop, Akmund would have successfully descended on Draenor twenty years ago, and now they might have led troops to capture Azeroth, where would it be their turn to get such a small mortal?

"Let's get started. In the face of the world-famous fraudsters, Lanlos was still very weak-hearted, and in order to prevent inadvertently revealing his secrets, he did not continue to gossip, but directly put the topic on the right track.

I don't know if it's because of trust in Sargeras or something else, although Akmund and several scheming Dreadlords around him are more or less confused, Kil'Gardan's face doesn't show the slightest inappropriateness, but slowly smiles.

"Of course. ”

As his eyes moved, several tall Nasrezms stepped forward, and as they stretched out their demonic claws into the whirlpool, the dark magic of chaos burst forth like a tide.

The vague but incomparably powerful magic fluctuations on these Dreaddemon Kings made Lan Luo clearly feel the unfathomable strength. There is no doubt that most of these are the lord-level demons led by Tikdios.

However, despite the fact that he could feel that the portal was expanding and stabilizing at an extremely fast rate, Lanloth's brow furrowed slightly.

Think about it from another perspective, if you were Kil'Gardan, would you leave the most critical tasks to your subordinates at this critical juncture that requires the most time? Yes, the Nasrezm clan led by Diktios is indeed very strong in demonic spells, but Kil' Gardan, including Akmund, is even more capable in this regard.

Even if either of the two made a move, it would definitely be much faster than these few Dreaddemon Kings.

Well, something always feels wrong?

Just as Lanlos was thinking about it, the whirlpool behind him had already opened a pitch-black rift with a roar that was large enough for a normal person to pass through. Sensing that the passage between the two planes was rapidly expanding and stabilizing, Lanlos glanced meaningfully at Kil'Gardan, who was still unhurried, and immediately withdrew his consciousness without further thought.

"Just let him go?" Sensing the elf's departure, Akmund said slowly in a deep voice.

"Don't worry. A sinister look appeared on Kil'Gardan's face, "Just a mortal, it won't be long before you have a chance to get revenge." ”

"Such an opportunity has just existed. Akmund's voice was visibly dissatisfied.

Kilgardan laughed, his eyes as hot as flames, revealing an incomparably deep color: "Sargeras needs him, he needs a target to vent ontowards. ”

Hearing this, the polluter silently glanced at the red devil with wings on his back, his emerald green eyes flickering faintly.

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"The speed at which the space is collapsing has become faster......" Nao Zu stood at the edge of the hall that had been reduced to ruins, feeling the majestic chaotic energy surrounding him, his expression inexplicably becoming a little worried.

This force, he is all too familiar with.

Filled with chaotic evil energy, the power of demons.

Although Sargeras promised that he would help him open the door to a new world, the demon who swore by it had already deceived him more than once. Before today, because of the negativity of the tribe and the instability of his own position, the Great Chieftain who was eager for quick success did not pay attention to this, but now, when this familiar chaotic magic poured into Draenor again, the uneasiness in his heart that he had chosen to ignore became more and more intense.

Rumble!

A sudden explosion interrupted Naozu's wavering mind, and the latter immediately turned his head to see the golden light that continued to shine in the dark passage.

"Alliance, Alliance!" the Great Chief gritted his teeth, as if to vent all the emotions in his heart.

Yes, if it weren't for the alliance pressing forward step by step, the tribe wouldn't fall apart like it is now, and he wouldn't need to be so anxious to find a new world for the tribe to survive, let alone make compromises in front of Sargeras. yes, it's all to blame on these sticky scum!

Man is a very strange creature, and compared to other biological groups, the social composition of human beings is very complex. Growing up and surviving in such a complex environment has led to everyone having a certain degree of inferiority.

Naozu's thoughts are not unique.

People tend to attribute their successes to themselves and their failures to their circumstances. and attribute the success of others to the environment, and the failure to oneself.

As long as you fail, as long as you make a mistake, most people's first reaction is mostly the same. Shake the pot and get rid of the possibility of being infamous. Just as a dangerous octopus spews out a lot of ink to escape, a child reprimanded by a teacher tries to regain his public influence with a clumsy lie.

Most people who have not undergone good education and improved their ideas will subconsciously choose this way. If there is a target to attack at this time, such as an enemy, then things are much simpler.

Anyway, pouring dirty water on the Alliance's body won't make any orcs unhappy.

The dark magic converged at an extremely fast speed into the staff in Naozu's hand. Although the power of the shadow seemed very weak in such an environment, it was precisely because of the cover of the chaotic torrent that the evil spirit that rushed out of the shadow under his feet went unnoticed.

"Tulayan, stop Lanloth! we're running out of time!"

Khadgar swung Aetiyash, and a dozen arcane missiles glowing with an intoxicating halo leaped forward in purple streamers. Accompanied by a series of wails and screams, the Arcane Missile, which was as powerful as a small grenade, directly scattered the orc team in front of the paladin.

At the same time, in the gloomy corridor, a conspicuous bald head suddenly rushed out of the chaotic crowd. The cold sword light swept in front of him, and it was none other than Danas Torbairn, who was covered in blood.

Danas is a very focused person, especially when it comes to fighting. That calm expression reassured his companion, but unfortunately, the blood splashed on his body put a question mark on this reassurance. Seeing this kid's way of opening and closing in one move, taking the lead in the not too open corridor, Tulayan unconsciously thought in his heart whether this guy would hurt himself by mistake.

This is wronged, Danas is just a warrior, unlike Khadgar and Tulayan, who can still take a breath to take care of their appearance in the heat of battle. To be exact, this is the norm, and on the battlefield, ordinary people like Danas are obviously the vast majority.

"Let's go!"

Wielding his greatsword like a meat grinder, tearing apart the orc defenses in front of him, Danas immediately turned his head and whispered to the paladin. The latter was not ambiguous, and rushed forward almost at the same time.

However, at this moment, a dark shadow clung to the ground and walls, devouring him like the blood of a ferocious beast.