Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

With the loud sound of siege weapons such as giant evil artillery, meat grinders, ballistas, and heavy catapults smashing on walls, turrets, and turrets, as well as a large number of terrifying hellfires falling from the sky, the general attack of the Burning Legion finally arrived as scheduled.

And both in quantity and quality, it is more violent than everyone expected.

Even Galia, who has been at war with demons and undead for a long time in the Eastern Continent, is shocked.

It was only at this moment that she finally realized that the enemies that had been entrenched around the royal capital of Lordaeron were nothing more than pawns deliberately left behind by the Burning Legion and the Scourge to contain the Alliance's forces.

The true elite have already crossed the Endless Sea to Kalimdor, and with the help of powerful portal technology, they have summoned the demon army from other corners of the universe.

Just the first round of attacks shattered the defense line that humans and minotaurs had created together.

In particular, the hellfire that falls from the sky has no way to defend against it, and often smashes into the ground into a burning crater, and the power is not much worse than those super-large caliber shells and bombs.

The surrounding area of more than ten meters or even tens of meters will be torn apart by the shock wave generated at the moment of impact, followed by high temperature and high pressure.

Not to mention ordinary soldiers, even legendary warriors like Kane Bloodhoof can't guarantee that they will be alive if they are hit head-on.

Coupled with the powerful lichs, death knights, and demon lords such as Arthas, Reki Winter, Kel'thugad, Annathron, Kaszlo, and Azgalur, it is almost impossible to block the tsunami-like attack.

Not to mention Akmund, a powerful being who could rush up at any moment and end everything.

So Gianna and Kane Bloodhoof knew from the beginning that all the sacrifices and persistence they were making now were to buy time for the Alliance's reinforcements who were building a second line of defense, as well as the Night Elf allies on top of Mount Hyjal.

And Tyrande also sent a large number of troops to help prevent the first line of defense from collapsing too quickly.

Including a whole formation of more than twenty-five thousand female warriors and huntresses, and almost four thousand druids and priests.

But even so, the front still looks like a mess.

Even Uther, the Lightbringer, and his Order of the Silver Hand rushed to their aid from the second line of defense, using the Light energy to fight the undead and demons as best they could.

"Hold on! Don't be afraid! Even if you die, you have to die on the battlefield! Our sacrifice is not for nothing! It's to save the world, to save you and my family from being slaughtered by these terrible monsters. ”

Morgan Raddymore wielded the two-handed greatsword "Achees", which emitted a golden light after focusing on the energy of the Holy Light, and instantly slashed down a hellhound that pounced on him to drain his mana.

At the moment of hitting the enemy, in addition to the scorching energy from the Holy Light, there was also a blast of arcane energy that was almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

There is no doubt that the sword in his hand is not a tabula rasa weapon, but a precious magic sword of great value.

It was with this weapon that the powerful paladin had made a name for himself in the Silver Hand, and at the age of thirty-two, he was the prime of his life as a melee class, with the perfect balance of strength, stamina, reflexes, and combat experience.

It is for this reason that Uther recommends her to her loyal monarch, the new queen of Lordaeron, as her personal bodyguard.

However, at this moment, he was sent by Jialia to the first line of defense to help Gianna resist the fierce attack of the enemy.

It is also thanks to the fact that so many paladins and priests who can use divine magic and holy light energy have joined them, so the undead of the Scourge Legion have been greatly restrained, and they cannot recklessly rely on the numerical advantage to break through the defense line like the original timeline.

On the contrary, it was the demons' performance that made everyone feel strong fear and unease.

Several demon lords even used their evil magic to summon hellfire whenever they had the opportunity, smashing into the areas with the most stubborn resistance, directly tearing through the defense line and rushing in to kill.

Human life is as cheap as ants at such times, and the huge hellfire can kill several people on the spot with just one step, and the corpses are like crushed ketchup, which makes people want to vomit.

It's a pity that no one cares about disgusting or not disgusting at this time.

After all, they all know very well that in this situation, as long as they are distracted, they may fall to the ground and never get up again.

But even so, it is very rare that there are no deserters.

For everyone has been told why they are fighting this battle, and what hell will happen to Azeroth if the enemy is victorious.

In order for their race, for their families, and for their children and grandchildren to live in a world of hope, rather than being enslaved or dying outright, they must do everything in their power to buy precious time for their allies, even at the cost of their lives.

It has been said that people with strong faith are the most honorable and equally the most terrible.

Because this kind of person can really transcend the limitations of his own instincts, fully release the great power of spirit and will, and dare to charge and swing his sword even in the face of a terrifying enemy who knows that he is invincible.

Even if his body has been pierced and his hands and feet have been torn apart by the power of magic, he will still do his best to cause a little trouble for his opponent before he dies, so that his companions can come in time to complete the mending.

Across the entire line, you can see humans dying to fend off Night Elf archers and hunters, or druids transformed into giant bears charging into demons with a deafening roar to lure them in, before dying in a blizzard and firestorm of human mages.

The Minotaur warriors, with their huge size and great strength, wielded totem poles to withstand the most powerful Doomsday Guardian in the vanguard of the Burning Legion, and the original team of more than 1,000 people was left alone and less than a tenth survived.

All the rest were killed in the fierce fighting.

Tenacity!

Guts!

Sacrifice!

The best of humanity is now being brought to life in the war that will determine the fate of Azeroth.

Here, the races were all working together to resist the Burning Legion's onslaught, and were even willing to sacrifice their precious lives for each other, even if they had never seen each other before, and even did not know each other's names.

Along with the increasing number of casualties, there are also more and more mutilated corpses on the ground.

After finally blocking another wave of fierce enemy attacks, Gianna said to Kane Bloodhoof beside her: "Elder, I think we are almost at the limit, and if we hold on any longer, we will not last long except to increase casualties, maybe it is time to retreat to the second line of defense." ”

"I couldn't agree more."

The Minotaur chieftain looked at his compatriots with heavy casualties and showed a heartbroken expression.

You must know that the Minotaur originally suffered heavy losses due to the pursuit of centaurs in the process of migrating in the bleak land, and one or two thousand elite soldiers died in the battle just now.

"Retreat, our second line of defense has been built with the help of the Night Elves."

Uther, who had just hammered a lich to death, was covered in a golden light, and looked as dazzling as if the gods had descended from the heavens.

"Done? So fast! ”

Gianna hurriedly turned around and found that a strong fortress had appeared out of thin air where the Union flag was hanging halfway up the mountain.

However, the fortress was not built of stone, but a fortification made of thousands of ancient treants lined up in close proximity.

The druids also planted thorn seeds at the root of the tree very "thoughtfully", and used natural magic to induce it to grow rapidly in a short period of time, densely blocking the gaps between the ancient trees.

Now, if demons and undead want to attack or climb the tree wall, they will be torn open by the wooden thorns as hard and sharp as steel.

The artillery brought by the alliance was also placed on various commanding heights, which could be condescendingly bombarded indiscriminately against the enemy below.

The gunboats floating in the sky are even more vigilant, ready to tilt out all the loaded shells and explosives at any time, and deal a devastating blow to the enemy.

As for the tanks and planes piloted by dwarves and gnomes, they are also ready for battle.

In the rear, there is a huge portal near the World Tree, and a steady stream of ammunition supplies are being delivered.

You don't need to ask, but anyone who is not a fool can see that the alliance army led by Jialia is more well-trained than the orcs led by Thrall, and they are also exceptionally experienced in fighting demons and undead.

This could be seen from their indifferent and indifferent expressions, not at all like the first time they had fought against these terrible enemies.

"Your people have already fought the Burning Legion in the Eastern Continent?" Tyrande asked, surprised.

Jialia nodded with a serious expression: "Yes." The Alliance has been fighting fiercely in the Eastern Kingdoms for a long time against the undead of the Scourge Legion and the demon armies led by the Dreadlords.

With the knowledge, technology, and power bestowed upon us by the God of the Great Covenant, we have pinned them to the inability of Lordaeron.

However, the enemies of the Eastern Continent are obviously not as powerful and terrifying as Mount Hyjal.

To be honest, I don't think I'll be able to outlast Gianna and the minotaurs.

So be sure to hurry. ”

"My husband, Malfurion, has already begun to detonate the energy of the World Tree.

You just need to hold on a little bit.

Remember, if you see Akmund on the battlefield in person, don't hesitate to turn around and run.

The power of mortals was like an ant before him.

Even we can't stand up to one of the most powerful Eredar demons. ”

Tyrande solemnly warned.

As a participant in the War of the Ancients, having witnessed how powerful wilderness demigods fell one by one at the feet of the polluters, she knew the terrifying nature of the demon commander better than humans and other races that came later.

Although the Night Elves who have cultivated for 10,000 years are not without the power to fight.

But it's clear from Malfurion's choice that they don't want to go head-to-head with the Burning Legion again in a decisive battle with heavy losses and low odds of victory.

Contrary!

This time, the Night Elves hope to thwart the Legion's attempts to invade Azeroth in a smarter way.

"Got it."

Jialia replied casually, and then boarded the gunboat and prepared for battle.

At this moment, Akmund's huge and incomparably striking figure suddenly appeared out of thin air near the first line of defense, raised his hand and made a pull-down motion.

Next Second......

A huge flaming meteorite fell from the sky and smashed into the densest area of the crowd with a thunderous force.

Seeing this, Uther, who was renewing his bad relationship with his good disciple Arthas, immediately shouted at the top of his voice: "Disperse! Spread out! Otherwise we'll all die! ”

"Nope! It's too late! Come near me! ”

Gianna shouted at the panicked crowd as she activated the magic teleportation, intending to do everything she could to get as many soldiers alive as she could.

Seeing this, Arthas didn't have time to entangle with Uther's mechanic, let alone say something to his ex-girlfriend, and immediately rode the skeleton war horse to turn around and gallop, his eyes full of irrepressible anger.

Obviously, when Akmund cast this spell, he never thought about the life or death of him and the Scourge Legion.

Or in the eyes of this powerful demon, including the Lich King Neozu, they are nothing more than pawns and cannon fodder that can be discarded at any time.

How could this be acceptable to the always arrogant Alsace.

If he could, he would be desperate to be able to plunge Frost Sorrow into the eye or heart and slash him with his own hands.

Unfortunately, this can only stay at the stage of thinking and can never be put into practice.

Because even the Lich King was so humble when he faced Akmund, let alone himself as a servant of the Lich King.

As the super-huge hellfire gets closer and closer to the ground......

Gianna finally completed the group teleportation magic at the critical moment, and disappeared directly in place with everyone.

After only two or three seconds, the flaming green fireball slammed into the ground.

Rumble!!!!!!!

I saw a small mushroom cloud soaring directly into the air, and then an invisible shock wave destroyed everything within a radius of two or three kilometers.

Along with the explosions and loud noises, there was a terrible earthquake.

Many of the soldiers who had obviously escaped the impact range were torn apart by the shock wave and exploded like balloons, scattering flesh and bones in all directions.

After the aftermath completely disappeared, the second line of defense halfway up the mountain saw a super giant hellfire more than two hundred meters tall standing up from the pit.

It was so huge that even the mountain giant looked like a baby.

With a single spell, Akmund completely destroyed the defensive line built by Gianna and Kane Bloodhoof, and it was as easy as taking a walk after a meal.

And this Hellfire was also under his command to trample on the soldiers who were lucky enough not to die.

About one or two hundred and four scattered soldiers were physically trampled alive.

The originally noisy battlefield seemed to be pressed the mute button in an instant.

In addition to the super hellfires that are being trampled with impunity, and the desperate shouts of the fugitive soldiers before they die, everyone else seems to have lost the ability to speak.

To be exact, the entire battlefield, and the people on both sides were shocked beyond the power that Akmund displayed at will.

After all, the summoned Hellfire alone is already quite a headache, not to mention the owner who summoned it.

At this moment, the coalition realized how terrifying the power of the polluters really was.

"Hahahaha! It's so fragile! Malfurion! Is this the defense of your organization? Compared to 10,000 years ago, you are really degraded. Akmund laughed maniacally and mocked.

Although he was actually full of anger at the slow attack, he was eager to climb to the top of the mountain and seize the World Tree and the Well of Eternity below.

But now, looking at the frightened appearance of this group of small mortals, this guy's twisted heart was greatly satisfied.

For the wicked, there is nothing more luscious than the taste of revenge.

In particular, the supreme commander of the Burning Legion, who is under one man and above ten thousand, has always regarded the battle of antiquity 10,000 years ago as a shame that cannot be washed away.

After all, they followed the Dark Titan Sargeras to conquer and destroy planet after planet, killing or trampling those so-called gods one by one, and never experienced any defeat.

It was only in Azeroth that for the first time they were forced to swallow the bitter fruit of defeat.

Therefore, the entire Burning Legion from top to bottom is full of hatred for the Night Elves, wanting to defeat these arrogant mortals here and turn them into demonic forms like Sartre.

Tyrande undoubtedly sensed Akmund's thoughts, and immediately pursed the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "Proud, conceited, empty-eyed, it seems that Malfurion's strategy has succeeded. The polluters now certainly think we're vulnerable, so they want to end it all as quickly as possible. ”

"You're trying to make him lose his guard in this way?" Jialia said tentatively in a tone of uncertainty that was not very sure.

"That's right.

Pride and conceit have always been traits at the top of the Burning Legion.

Because they have almost never suffered any major failures and setbacks, they are the most powerful force in the entire physical universe, and there is no one.

So these guys always act overconfident, thinking that they can easily kill everyone who dares to resist with their terrifying strength.

Kilgardan is a natural strategist, and it may be difficult to deceive him.

Acmund, however, was decidedly more reckless, often resorting to more radical and risky plans. ”

Tyrande did not hide anything, and generously stated the "pride plan" formulated by Malfurion himself.

Hearing this, Jia Liya immediately responded with a thoughtful expression: "Okay, I will cooperate with you to play this play." But are you sure that tree could really kill Akmund? I don't want to be disappointed after a huge sacrifice. ”

"Don't worry, little girl, we know a lot more about Akmund and the Burning Legion than you do."

With that, Tyrande smiled meaningfully and rode his mount to the top of the hill in a U-turn.

As soon as she walked on her front foot, the super hellfire summoned by Akmund launched a mighty blast with thousands of undead and demons towards the second line of defense.

Without saying a word, Jialia immediately drew her twin swords hanging from her waist and walked straight to the front of the gunboat, and condescendingly shouted at the soldiers who were waiting for her: "Warriors of the Alliance! Pick up your weapons! No demon will be allowed to pass through this line of defense until we fall! ”

"Long live the Queen! Long live Lordaeron! ”

"Kill them all!"

"The Great Alliance is invincible!"

"The God of Contracts will bless us!"

……

With one shout after another, the morale of this legion, which was made up of elites drawn from various kingdoms, reached its peak in just a few seconds.

The artillery placed on the high ground began to emit a deafening roar.

The gunboats also condescendingly began to bombard the incoming enemy.

Dwarven musketeers lined up above the massive wall of treants, aiming at the undead and demons who came into range and frantically pulling the trigger, and hundreds of machine guns began to spew flames in a dense network of crossfire.

There is no doubt that under the impetus of Zuo Si, the alliance's army has gradually begun to gradually change from the original mixed use of cold weapons and hot weapons to the current almost completely hot weapons.

In addition, Azeroth's gunpowder is not actually gunpowder, but elemental particles extracted from ore powder and residue, which combine different properties to create a violent burning and explosive effect.

In the face of such terrifying firepower, the number that the undead army was most proud of had become meaningless.

They were like wheat growing in the ground, constantly harvested by cannonballs and bullets, and fell in patches on the way of the charge.

Not even the most "fleshy" stitched abomination could get close to the walls formed by the dense array of treants.

Not to mention the fact that the soldiers of the alliance had long been completely prepared, and buried dense mines and barrels of explosives a hundred meters close to the wall.

Often, a single shot will have a chain reaction in an instant, even if it carries a large area around it.

A Scourge Lich just didn't notice this, and as a result, the hundreds of elite Death Knights he led were taken away directly in a wave, and even the corpses were not left intact.

The giant Hellfire, summoned by Akmund himself, was also shattered by the dense cannon salvo, and finally fell to the ground and turned into a piece of rubble that emitted green evil flames.

Even if there are occasional powerful demons breaking through the firenet and coming under the walls, they are still surrounded by tightly packed treants as their last line of defense.

These behemoths that have lived for thousands of years can shoot a dozen or even dozens of enemies directly into meat sauce or send them flying in an instant with a wave of their thick arms.

Gianna also led Dalaran and the High Elf mages in a massive blizzard to slow down the enemy's forces and keep them under more bombardment and strafing in their path.

As for the gargoyles and other air units coming from the sky, they were dealt with by dwarven griffin cavalry and aircraft formations.

The crypt demons' best tactics of digging tunnels and raiding have lost their meaning in the face of the druid's natural magic.

Because there are so many ancient trees in Mount Hyjal, there are so many that they are densely packed with plant rhizomes that extend hundreds of meters down.

As soon as they touch these rhizomes while digging, the trees will immediately alert the druids, revealing the location of the undead.

In the end, the second line of defense succeeded in blocking the endless demons and undead in the three dimensions of sky, ground, and underground.

If you just look at the battle loss ratio, the alliance side has undoubtedly achieved an overwhelming advantage.

Under normal circumstances, a unit would have begun to collapse and flee long ago after suffering such heavy casualties.

After all, back in the First World War, humanity on Earth proved what it meant to charge in a dense sea of people in the face of machine guns and artillery.

Unfortunately, this is clearly not the case.

Needless to say, the undead of the Scourge's legion have no fear at all, and even most of the low-level cannon fodder don't understand what death is, they just run forward under the orders of high-level undead creatures, and then they are killed in waves.

The demons, on the other hand, were completely indifferent to casualties because they were afraid of Akmund's punishment.

Anyway, after they die, it's a big deal to return to the Twisted Void and wait for resurrection.

So the huge casualties did not stop the enemy, but frantically consumed the Alliance's ammunition reserves with body and numbers.

Both sides are well aware that a dense network of firepower like this is unlikely to last long.

When the Alliance's ammunition runs out, it's time for demons and undead to rush in and slaughter.

On the other side, on the summit of Mount Hyjal, Tyrande was interrogating the tribal emissary Itrig, who had just been captured by a patrol.

The orc veteran looked terrified, not only covered in blood and bruises from beatings, but also with two arrows stuck in his back, apparently almost being killed as an enemy.

After all, for the Night Elves, the orcs are the sinners who killed the demigod Cenarius, and they are the accomplices and minions of the Burning Legion, and they are out-and-out enemies.

If it weren't for this guy who identified himself in time, it is estimated that the corpse would have been cold by now.

"You'd better give me a reason not to kill you!"

Tyrande stared at the guy in front of him, and he showed his dislike for orcs without any nonsense.

Holding back the pain, Itreg replied, "I'm here to negotiate and form alliances with you on behalf of the tribe. ”

"Negotiations? Ally? Just what you've done in Ashenvale, you're trying to form an alliance with us? ”

Tyrande was instantly laughed at angrily, and his eyes became even colder and full of murderous intent.

"It was Grom Hell Roar who committed the unforgivable crime in Ashendale.

The Great Chieftain Thrall had driven them out of the tribe and even fought a duel with them.

I think that already makes our position clear.

In fact, we crossed the Endless Sea to Kalimdor to help fight the demons of the Burning Legion.

Unfortunately, the Warsong Clan's actions have left us in an unprecedented passivity.

But right now, you obviously need help, don't you?

The Horde is willing to provide an army to fight from the flanks at a critical moment.

We don't want to be overly demanding, we just hope that we won't be liquidated after the war is over and that we can live in the borderlands of Azhara. ”

Itreiger was clearly aware that his chips were extremely limited, so he made the offer very straightforwardly.

Having seen firsthand the power of the Alliance's ultimate evolution of thermal weapons, the orc who had lived through the Second World War had clearly realized how bad the situation was for his side.

It doesn't take much, only one-third or even a quarter of the demonic firepower that is now being dealt with, and the armies of orcs and darkspear trolls can be easily slaughtered.

Based on the atrocities inflicted on humanity by the Orcs in opening the Dark Gate, as well as the casualties inflicted in attacks on shelters, villages, and towns, Itreg had no doubt that the Alliance would turn the spearhead on the Orcs and take revenge on them once and for all, erasing them from this world once and for all.

So in order to survive, he must join the coalition and become one of them.

But Tyrande said coldly and sarcastically, "Isn't Grom Hellroar and Warsong a member of the Orcs when they committed the unforgivable crime?"

Wait until something happens, and you want to clear up the relationship and shirk the responsibility, is it a little too late?

Above all, I am not in a position to forgive you on behalf of our human allies.

With what you've done on the Eastern Continent, and the killing and destruction you've brought to this world for the Burning Legion, even 10,000 times is not enough to atone for your sins.

So I'm not interested in the terms put forward by your Great Chief, and I don't want the filthy orcs to defile this holy war.

Now!

Get out of the way!

Don't let me see your ugly face again!

Otherwise the sentry will shoot you directly! ”

"Wait! Please give us a chance! We are not minions of the Burning Legion! At least not anymore! ”

Itreg struggled to fight for the last chance for the Horde.

Unfortunately, the Night Elf warrior who was in charge of escorting him didn't give him a chance to speak, and with a thud of her foot, she kicked her to the ground, shattering her entire jaw instantly, and then was dragged like a dead dog and thrown down the hill behind, tumbling and falling towards the bottom of the mountain.

Also falling is the heart of this orc veteran.

You know, even after the end of the Second World War, when the old tribe completely collapsed and disintegrated, he never despaired so much as he did now.

After all, the humans did not massacre the surrendered orcs at that time, but imprisoned them all in the shelter and provided them with three meals a day.

But this time, they won't have that treatment anymore.

……

While the Battle of Mount Hyjal was in full swing, the ninth layer of Bato's hell had already begun mobilization for war.

Millions, tens of millions of legions of demons are ready to go, eager to embark on an unprecedented expedition to another universe.

Naturally, such a large-scale war mobilization could not be concealed from the lords of other levels.

Almost all the lords were very nervous, and at the same time they all guessed what Zuo Si was trying to do with such a big move.

In order to prepare for the worst that may occur, emergency mobilization has also begun at many levels.

For a moment, the whole Batow Hell was like a huge powder keg.

It only takes a little spark to stage the civil war caused by Zariel in an instant.

The scale and complexity are even more terrifying.

After all, today's hell is no longer only nine levels, but also a large part of the annexed abyss, and the devil nobles who are divided there.

Some of these Great Devils are directly under the orders of Asmodeus, the Lord of Hell, while others are under the orders of other lords of the other nine levels.

Once the fight starts, it is estimated that the bloody front line that has been established with great difficulty will collapse and disintegrate in minutes, and then be pushed back by the demons in one breath.

In general, at times like these, Asmodeirs should have stepped up long ago to stop the situation from deteriorating further.

But what is interesting is that this time he did not take any action, but remained silent the whole time, as if he was deliberately allowing the recklessness of the ninth level.

The sixth level lord Glesia and the fourth level lord Filna also smelled something unusual at this moment, and they all put on a posture to fulfill their obligations as allies of the ninth level.

And the lords of other levels either to protect themselves or to take advantage of the fire, they have all formed alliances without exception.

The tense atmosphere and the strong smell of gunpowder can be felt even by outsiders who know nothing about the politics of hell.

However, no one knows that Zuo Si, who is the initiator, is chatting and laughing with Asmodeirs in the skyscraper in the middle of the huge cyberpunk city at this moment.

"My young friend, I have to say that you really gave me a huge surprise this time. Invade and conquer another universe directly? That's crazy enough! ”

The Lord of Hell exclaimed in admiration.

He couldn't imagine how many precious soul resources he would gain if this plan succeeded in the end.

Of course, even if it fails, it's nothing.

Anyway, the massive amount of souls looted back is enough to make up for the loss, and even make a lot of money.

Zuo Si responded with a humble smile as always: "You are too awarded. I couldn't have gotten to where I am today without your support. But given the scale of the war and the number of souls that can be obtained, I think we should change the distribution ratio a little bit, what do you think? ”

"Of course! This is an expedition that you have launched on your own, and naturally there is a difference between the souls you have obtained in this universe. I can reduce the tax rate on this part of the soul's squeezing energy by a third. ”

Asmodeirs simply backed down.

After all, Bato's Hell is limited to this universe, so he can't stretch his hand longer, let alone stop the traveling mage from expanding his territory in other universes.

As a very patterned king of the devil, all he has to do is to try to meet the other party's requirements and make sure that he does not leave hell and go out on his own.

The most important thing is that no matter how many souls Zuosi collects in other universes, Asmodeus will be able to take a percentage tax through the rules of Hell.

If the hen that lays golden eggs flies, it will be called a loss of money.

Demons are extremely rational creatures, so they will never do anything to harm others and themselves like demons.

"Thank you very much."

Zuo Si is obviously also a very patterned person, he knows what it means to accept it when he sees it, and he didn't ask for more than an inch, but got up and bowed to the Lord of Hell.

As a result, the whole atmosphere of the conversation became unusually harmonious, and it was not at all as calculating as other devils bargaining.

After reaching a new agreement, Asmodeus looked at the crystal ball on the table, looked at the ongoing Battle of Mount Hyjal with interest and asked, "These creatures that call themselves demons don't seem to be as chaotic as the demons in the abyss, do they?" ”

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes." In this world, the conflict between good and evil, order and chaos is not as intense as the universe in which we live.

On the contrary, it forms a unique balance based on the six forces.

Among them, the Burning Legion Demon represents evil energy, and although it also has a strong tendency to chaos, it is still essentially a military group with a complex organizational structure.

They have conquered almost the entire physical universe and are the first formidable enemy I will have to face since I launched my expedition.

And the magic and technology that these guys have mastered is quite interesting, and maybe they can be studied to strengthen the strength of Bato Hell. ”

"Sounds like a lot of fun. I'm starting to envy me a little bit now that you can freely cross spatial distances and move freely through the multiverse. ”

Asmodeurs' eyes flashed a terrifying red, and he didn't know what was going on in his head.

"But it comes at a price. Just like me, in order to maintain this freedom, I can never be bound to a certain universe or plane, let alone become a god who ignites the spark of divinity, otherwise the spark of the traveling mage will be extinguished. Zuo Si explained by pressing his hand on his chest.

The Lord of Hell smiled and sighed, "Yes, how can there be anything perfect in this universe.

In the end, it's just the price of choice.

As the Lord of Hell, I have supreme power in Bato's Hell, and not even the most powerful gods can challenge me here.

But again, once I leave Hell, my strength drops dramatically, and I have to work with the gods to achieve a goal, and the other lords do the same.

But your presence breaks that limitation.

So I think that in the near future, the whole hell will inevitably increase because of your joining power.

As long as we work together, we may be able to completely reverse the relationship with the abyss.

and even the continuous expansion of power to achieve the ultimate order of the universe. ”

"Perhaps, who can say what the future holds."

Zuo Si gave an ambiguous answer, and subconsciously touched his demonic hand with iron gloves.

Although he is inclined to evil order, it does not mean that he has completely fallen to the side of the devil of hell.

Nor is there much interest in the so-called "ultimate order" proposed by Asmodeus.

To be exact, there is only one thing he is interested in, and that is the energy that can continuously increase the level of the Spark of the Traveling Mage.

Fortunately, the Lord of Hell did not delve into this somewhat vague topic, but quickly set his eyes on the huge figure that appeared on the battlefield again and again, Akmund the Polluter......