Chapter 1410 The End of the War and the Start of the War

"The Supreme Wizard of Infinity ()"

In the poisonous swamp in the southeast of Maldraxxus, as the Abyss Devourer was unwilling to participate in the battle, the massacre soon came to an end.

In the several areas that can be called the battlefield, apart from the evil soldiers, there are basically no other creatures that can stand upright between the sky and the earth.

One of the disadvantages of high-end is that it becomes extremely difficult to further strengthen. One of the main reasons for this is that the resources required for reinforcement have become scarce.

Just like this battle, for Kane's new burning fleet, there are almost no real resources available.

Of course, with the technology possessed by the fleet, whether it is the enemy's flesh and blood, extraordinary energy, or equipment, all of them can be used directly or indirectly.

But from the perspective of efficiency, backward compatibility can only lower the overall level sometimes. What's more, low-end creations lose their value.

What's the use of producing more garbage units? Wouldn't it be good to only divide resources, concentrate resources, and add a few capable 'grass mowers'?

Of course, only destruction without construction is not perfect. Considering that wherever the First Order appeared, the traditional art of farming was promoted wherever it appeared, and some slave creations were still allowed to be born.

The magic circle was drawn on the poisonous land, and the corpses of the enemies were piled up in it, forming mountains of corpses. The fel battleships drooped down and shot out the light of creation, which contained the seeds of evil gods. The beast absorbed the life force of all the corpses in the magic circle, and was born in the mountain of corpses where the flesh and blood had turned into residue, roaring loudly.

These huge but not stupid muscular monsters look more like war machines than evil soldiers, not only because of their appearance, but also because of their violent temper.

But in fact, they are not soldiers, but very pure coolies. Huge body, extremely strong strength, just to become a qualified magical version of heavy cranes, excavators and so on.

With these behemoths, rivers have become streams, and building a grand castle is as easy as building a mud house. It's even as easy as adults building a rough kingdom for ants.

So soon, the battlefield became a construction site. This is Kane's creation, the First Order, which is an organizational force, but it can also be regarded as a war behemoth. Creation and construction are digesting food. The efficiency of construction and production is equivalent to the ability to digest. Efficiently digesting everything that belongs to the enemy, including the enemy itself, and transforming it into its own power is the foundation of its power and terror.

The ruins of the once withered secret courtyard completely disappeared within eight hours. The magical version of the fortress city was born in the poisonous swamp surrounded by mountains.

In fact, even poisonous swamps are disappearing in large swaths. After all, lakes to ordinary people are just small puddles formed after the rain in front of production giants, the kind children play with mud. The legion did not need this so-called terrain advantage, so they were replaced by rock-like slabs with a side length of 100 meters.

The original Burning Legion was a chaotic camp, but the new Burning Fleet was a true order camp. Strict rules and orderliness are the highest-ranked trait labels of this faction.

So the land has become a super wide square, and the fortress city is just a heavy industrial park. The majestic energy flow of the energy flagpole has increased rapidly in utilization ratio. In addition to the more professional equipment-style compression and crystallization treatment, there are also a lot of pipelines. See It looks like a natural gas pipeline, but it's all energy going through it.

These energies are differentiated and processed like crude oil entering an oil refinery, and the most precious of them are naturally mysterious elements.

Most of these mysterious elements are offered to the evil gods in the fel battleships.

Fel warships are the Kingdom of God, and the evil god is its core. The reason why the evil gods with weak divine power are weak divine power is mainly because the quality of the container is not good, and by absorbing mysterious elements, the quality of the container can be improved. It's as if the reaction furnace can withstand more intense internal reactions after being upgraded, and the efficiency of energy throughput per unit time is higher, and the strength of the evil god will naturally increase.

Therefore, for the Creator Kane, the seed of the Divine Court is held in his hands. As long as there is 'money', it will be a matter of minutes to give birth to an evil god sect that can fight against the real Pantheon.

The battleship evil god gets 70%, the thugs get 20%, and the remaining 10% is used for construction and production. This is like many modern high-tech products on the earth, which inevitably use parts made of precious metals. No matter how good the technology is , The input of high-value resources is still a little bit.

Also because it is just a little bit, these majestic and shocking creations are extremely low in cost, so there is no need to feel distressed at all. This is similar to those ancient times where the construction of a castle caused a serious shrinkage of family wealth, and even required the efforts of several generations. There is no doubt that the attitude towards the main family property in 2000 is in stark contrast.

The undead army closest to the ruins of the Withering Secret Court arrived 48 hours after the energy flagpole was erected.

At this time, the new burning fleet's ligature and ring operation for the energy flagpole was completed. The majestic energy that is controlled can only circulate in the designated area, and can no longer infect the area with energy.

Seeing this, the true god behind the Abyss Devouring Sect completely gave up. However, it still has expectations for the other four battlefields, so it has not abandoned the energy torrent closed-loop project.

At this time, in the highly toxic swamp area of ​​Maldraxxus, even the landscape of the mountains and rivers has been greatly changed, let alone the withered secret courtyard.

The new Burning Fleet is not interested in unlimited expansion of the territory, but is very interested in how to efficiently lie next to the energy torrent and suck blood.

Therefore, in addition to the flat square and plain, here is a fortress city that has become a climate. The platforms and towers are clear at a glance, and the contrast is sharp.

The fel battleship is like a suspended energy spar on a super energy turret, hovering over the huge fortress buildings, and the distribution of these buildings is also as strategic as the arrow towers in the castle.

Since Maldraxxus is essentially a world of endless regiment P battlefields, the combat-related literacy of the officers and soldiers of each undead legion is relatively high.

Therefore, the commander who arrived at the square and plain first restrained the arrogant soldiers under his command, and did not act rashly.

The scene was too despairing. The 200-meter-high and 70-meter-thick fortress wall rising from the ground was no longer a simple gigantic structure, but a cliff that dissipated the fighting spirit at a glance.

How to climb, how to climb, how to drive?

In fact, the Undead Legion is also an ordnance. It's just that compared with the war weapons of the new Burning Fleet, it's just like the comparison between modern chariots and fighter planes and the most crudely assembled boulders, it's not worth mentioning.

And the new Burning Legion completely regards the various undead legions of Maldraxxas as light infantry legions. Is it about the beast? How dare you call it heavy? The frog in the well!

It can be said that the battle of Maldraxxus, with the arrival of the first undead legion on the plaza plain, tremblingly began to establish communication with the new burning fleet, even if it was forcefully brought to an end.

In Kane's cognition, the Warcraft version of the Asura Dao's Maldraxxus, whose sentient beings are typically fearful of power but not virtuous, so the way to deal with it is two and a half big sticks plus half a sweet date.

So the lines prepared by the new Burning Fleet are: From now on, I will be your father, be a good son, and I will give you a little bit of sweetness. If you are not good, I will beat you. Drowning, that is.

And the key to defining good is to be able to execute the mission orders issued by the new Burning Legion. It's not difficult to accomplish, and it can even be said that it is for the benefit of the natives here, that is, to prevent the erroneous progress and prevent the infiltration of the Abyss Sect.

Of course, the new Burning Legion will also further strengthen monitoring on the basis of the evil light beast parade. But this kind of monitoring is still a bit rough after all. With the cooperation of the undead army, the situation will be completely different.

The Yuan Maw Cult's troubles in Maldraxxus were extinguished as soon as the fire started.

And within these 48 hours, the other dimensions are naturally not calm.

The first is the trigger point of the big event detonating ahead of time, the Maw.

The results achieved by the Swallow Realm are even higher than that of Maldraxxus. Of the two largest land islands in Chu Yuan, the Chicken Leg Continent was almost eaten by the swallowing world, and its remaining area was already smaller than the central land island.

In addition, the Aldrazi Horror, which was born like a world-swallowing monster shaking lice, also killed the elite soldiers of Fort Doom with a unparalleled demeanor of mowing the grass. Ghostly.

Sporadic battles still occur from time to time, usually the people of the Maw Sect run away and hide in terror, while the Horror Beasts wander in the courtyard, taking a leisurely pace, but they can always catch up in time. "Little cutie, I saw you" line, the taste is really authentic.

The members of the Abyss Cult in the Fort of Destruction are naturally shocked three times a day. The only thing they are lucky about now is that Tunjie and its family members have average strategic and tactical literacy, and they seem a bit stupid. Temperament playing hunting games, if the goal is to go straight to Fort Doom, they don't know how to stop it.

In fact, even if Tunjie is really stupid, Kane is not stupid.

The Fort of Destruction was not captured, but the main thing was to use the energy torrent closed-loop project to let the true god take the initiative to let bloodletting. Monopolizing the flow of the great river of dead souls for thousands of years, the true god has been raised too fat.

As for the disadvantages that the bloodletting strategy will cause. Kane can only say that he has little emotion for the universe of Warcraft, and has no obligations or responsibilities, so naturally he will not sweat and bleed for the well-being of all beings in this universe. The reason why he is still working hard is not only because of the personal interests involved, but also the mentality of pursuing perfection as a human being, and the mentality of vanity and good face.

Does the Creator not care about face? In fact, there is really no need. If you are not convinced, please refer to the rulers of the old days. In their dictionary, there is no concept of face at all. The ridicule and abuse of ants, or humility and obedience, cannot affect him in the slightest. , Most of the so-called experiences summed up by ants are just illusions caused by accidental coincidences. Even beliefs, many of them are hot games created by the ants themselves, and the old rulers don't care at all.

Of course, this refers to the real old branch, or the high-ranking person in the old branch, those low-ranking people, avatars, avatars, etc., really care about these, because there are needs.

The battle of Yuanyuan fell into a stalemate caused by one side pretending to be stupid and the other side begging for perfection, but in the promotion of the fortress, it was a completely different situation.

Brox Whitepaw considered himself a seasoned veteran.

Although in fact his so-called experience is enough, most of it is just the hearsay experience he got in the background of the information explosion when he was an earthling, rather than his own experience, which is far from the real understanding. But this does not prevent him from ending his lingering in Olympos with a concise and cold and arrogant attitude, especially since the arbitrator is sleepy and unable to perform basic duties, so what reason is there to stay?

As a person who has been severely beaten by society, Brooks understands many basic principles, such as, being weak is the original sin, there is no free lunch in the world, and having the value of being used is a major basis for surviving in a strange land, and so on.

So he quickly skimmed through the routine, and didn't argue too much with weird existences such as voices of obedience, supervisors, and servants of the gods.

In fact, the weirdest thing about Olympus is that it exists as a broker. In Brox's view, this style of clothing reminded him of the life dressed by the Swiss Guard hired by the Holy See, and it was said to come from an unnamed country in the Shadow Realm.

Brox's understanding of this is the Azeroth of the Shadowlands, but the world is much smaller. Moreover, Ji Ling naturally lived in the Shadow Realm in that world, not the material world.

Of course, due to the nature of their spirit bodies, they may also be like the ethereal spirits of the Warcraft universe. It is because of the accident that he lost his physical body and can only exist in the form of a spirit body. Anyway, the universe of Warcraft was originally a stewed universe created by a creator who didn't have much inspiration, and could only copy everywhere under the banner of learning from and paying tribute to someone. It's not surprising that anything appeared.

Brokers, in Brox's view, are the only normal intelligent existence, because Brox can feel the familiar traits of merchants in them, the slickness of the market, selling anything, as long as the customer's starting price...

But on the other hand, this is also their weirdest point, because what they sell, including the spirit bodies that will come to Olympos in the future, will be sent to one of the five realms for service through smuggling channels.

This kind of transaction, and the existence of brokers who do this kind of business, to Olympus, and even the Great Hell system, is like the game official openly allowing the existence of vicious cheats. Isn't this weird enough?

However, Brooks can only slander a few words that all heavens and all worlds are society, there is no pure land and true heaven, and it will not be the case that a cabbage seller will take the initiative to sell white-fan hearts.

His current situation is not good, mainly because the power system has been deprived. It was like a man who was used to using money to solve all kinds of problems turned into a pauper overnight, calm on the surface, but panicked in his heart.

Finally, he knew that it was a big taboo to hold back and wait passively, so he went to the promotion fortress without hesitation.

Promotion Fortress has a very close relationship with Olympus.

As the name suggests, its concept of a fort means defending Olympos and the Arbitration and Diversion System of Revenants represented by Olympos. Protectors, soldiers, temple knights, paladins...call them whatever you want, the essence is the same.

Promotion mainly refers to glory and authority, and souls of the dead can be shunted to the promotion fortress, which is considered to be an improvement in status and life level. At least the intelligent beings who have been promoted to the fortress view themselves and the phenomenon of joining groups in this way.

As the person receiving Brooks said: If you have dedicated your life, then you will be assigned to the Bastion of Promotion.

If you use this reason as a matter of fact, then Brox's compulsion is high.

He didn't go through the standard procedure of Dahe of the Dead, and was first pulled into the Shadow Realm as a living person. Then in the process of the shipwreck's death, the abyss channel was opened directly, and it was sucked into the gnawing abyss. Then, he was led to Olympos by the guiding light.

Obviously, the Dao law system of the universe of Warcraft has used special affairs and special handling for him, and all the specific forces are instinctively eager to absorb him. An interesting soul is worth tens of thousands of gold. It is estimated that he is regarded as salt. No matter what kind of meat is stewed, it is an indispensable condiment.

In more detail, he is the first newcomer to appear in the promotion fortress in the millennium.

However, Brox didn't even give him the face of being promoted to the most authoritative consul in the fortress, one of the six gods at the same level as the arbitrator.

The angry consul wanted to scold: "It took a thousand years to hold back such a thing?"

Brox really didn't want to be Birdman, or Kyrian for that matter. Just like people who think they have a lot of brushes, they are not willing to become civil servants.

The system of the Kyrians already has many rules, but it has become deformed by the influence of the great river of dead souls falling into the Maw for thousands of years. Brooks can easily feel the extreme atmosphere of fanaticism, paranoia, rigidity, dogma, and so on.

In his opinion, this is a demon at all. If the overall environment is not special, such as closed, legalized, etc., such an extremist organization will be the kind that plays the most righteous banner and thinks that it is equal to justice. And the evil forces that do bad things.

How could he be willing to join such a group?

And then there's the inevitable sabre-rattling, with the Archon thinking he's an insolent and disrespectful fool.

And Brooks felt that he was not that stupid, at least he didn't use his tongue to fight with each other, but he just showed a very positive idea and didn't get into it.

However, the consul cannot tolerate the promotion to the fortress system, specifically her majesty is provoked. Seeing that he was about to toast without drinking the fine wine, the true god's energy flagpole was erected.

Specifically in the westernmost Temple of Humble.

The majestic scarlet beam of light pierces the heavens and the earth, forming shocking dark clouds and a black-red energy maelstrom at the top of the sky. If you fall into it, once you stare at it for a long time, you will be frightened and unable to extricate yourself.

Brooks knew that he was in trouble again, no matter what, it would be very difficult for him to avoid this calamity...