Chapter 490 23. Legion. Invasion --- Add Updates for All Readers【17/20】

Chapter 490 23. Legion. Invasion --- Add updates for all readers [1720]

The power of the Scepter of Sargeras is shocking. This weapon not only casts the Legion Gate over Dalaran, but at the request of the Polluter, he wants to let every city in this world, every large city, , there are dark green legion gates that represent endless destruction. Obviously, the polluter has very strong ambitions, and he is not satisfied with attacking in one direction of the legion.

After getting the scepter of Sargeras, the victory he dreamed of was in front of him, the kind of victory that would destroy everything, the kind that would destroy everything.

And the legion he commanded also had this ability. The mighty demons in Marton were waiting for the opening of the portal, and they couldn't wait to carry out a hearty massacre.

But right now...not yet.

Even with the help of the Scepter of Sargeras, the magical power nodes underground in Dalaran cannot carry so many portals to open. Therefore, the first batch of opened legion gates can only be limited to a few important cities above.

This somewhat disappoints the polluters, but the Nathrezim under the command of Kassanatil have done what they can, and frankly, even exceeded Archimonde's expectations.

And the Defiler also knows very well that, unlike Tichondrius, Kassanatyr is not a weak bone that he and Kil'jaeden can fiddle with, at least after he won a big victory in Azeroth and washed away Before the Legion's humiliating failure 10,000 years ago and the Dark Titan's favor, he didn't intend to have unnecessary disputes with Kassanatier.

Because, there are more important and precious things waiting for him to acquire.

"The World Tree...the crystallization of Azeroth's ten-thousand-year magic power, the real "good thing"..."

Under the reflection of the stars, the Defiler was leaning on the throne made of endless white bones, holding the tender fingers of the World Tree in his hand, and his eyes shining with dark green evil fire were full of greed.

"The portal is opening, polluter, it will probably take a while before the portal can be expanded to allow you to enter in full body."

Tichondrius, the first lord who was removed from the frontline battlefield because of his poor command, stood in front of the throne of the polluters, his face was full of humility, and he couldn't see even a trace of resentment.

But the polluter knows very well that the Nathrezim are a bunch of narrow-minded people, and the loyal henchman of the fraudster in front of him is even the best in the narrow-minded, so the polluter will not let it out of his eyes, lest this guy beat him Small calculation.

"Then let the vanguard go first! Before I come, pave the way for me with blood and bones..."

The Defiler waved his hand, and his voice echoed throughout the land of Mardum, the Broken Star:

"You, Mannoroth, take your legion through the portal, and you will be the vanguard of the legion in Kalimdor, destroying those elves who brought us a shameful defeat ten thousand years ago... let They feel fear, it makes them scream, it makes them tremble!"

"I'd love to do it! Polluter!"

The powerful and violent abyss lord, Maronos, who was dubbed the "Destroyer", let out a series of wild laughter. He waved the war halberd in his hand, splashing a piece of green fel magma. Walking forward on the ground, amidst the shaking of the earth, its body disappeared into the open legion gate, and behind it, the manic demons roared and marched forward, their enthusiasm for destruction even made them feel ashamed. They began to kill each other, but this kind of infighting was not stopped.

The legion is a symbol of chaos, only the strongest are respected, and fighting each other is not a problem at all.

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The locations where the first legion gates will open are random, but we all know that random means there is something dark about it...

Two legion gates were opened in the distant Kalimdor, one was opened in the Borean tundra in the Northland to "take care" of the draenei, and the remaining 5 were distributed over the eastern kingdom , Lordaeron, Hinterlands and Arathi Highlands were unfortunately recruited, there was a small portal in Westfall, and the last one... was arranged in the Black Iron area.

On the one hand, this arrangement is to deceive the polluter, lest he see the clues, and on the other hand, it is for the unity of the dark blade ruled area. As Tyrion said, the dark blade army and the areas under their control are contradictory The human empire is not the only one that needs pressure to promote unity. Tyrion also needs pressure.

And the "just right" disaster, the act of the undead protecting the living, can effectively eliminate the gap between humans and the undead. The soldiers who have been on the battlefield together have a strong relationship, and it is not the other The person is the current speaker of the Defias Federal District, Edwin Van Cleef.

Politics... yes, there was dirty politics in this war too.

"what is that?"

Old Jason, who was still aggressive just now, stared dumbfounded at the small legion gate that opened in the sky of the western wilderness. In the flash of the green light curtain that infiltrated half of the sky, groups of mephits roared out of the portal. , followed by a tall, winged fear demon, and a small legion battleship.

As a military unit for interstellar warfare, the legion is naturally equipped with starships for landing operations. Although these things are somewhat overkill in Azeroth, these starships can use the fastest speed to defeat the legion. His forces spread throughout the world.

In the blink of an eye, the sky in the western wilderness was occupied by mephits flying everywhere, and under the light of the teleportation light curtain of the legion battleship, groups of ferocious and terrifying groups would only appear in the most worrying nightmare. The demons that appeared also stood on the land that once belonged to humans.

Old Jason clenched his shotgun tightly. He tremblingly tried to load the orange bullet into the chamber, but failed after several attempts. Under his feet, the three ferocious hounds also Frightened by the breath of the devil, he lay on the ground and howled continuously.

Others are not much better. Although these civilians have experienced the attack of the undead, they have also experienced the influence of fantasy technology, and experienced a completely different life from the past, but in essence, they are still a group of honest ordinary people, a group of people who should not step on their feet. When civilians on the battlefield see demons, they will naturally be terrified.

You have to know that the position of demons on the list of "creatures of fear" in the fantasy world is far beyond that of undead with human faces.

Even in the most crazy and chaotic stories, no lunatic would describe the devil as a warm-hearted good guy...except in special cases, of course.

"That's a demon."

Little Sardin waved his hand and firmly caught the bullet that fell from old Jason's hand. The young mayor was also very scared, but he knew that he couldn't show it now, so he handed the bullet back to the old man. Jason, then looked back at the entire bunker that was ingested by fear, he cleared his throat, and said loudly:

"I know, people have been complaining about the 'drill' disrupting the rhythm of everyone's life, but it is necessary, and the current situation has proved it...I will tell you the truth, the parliament has long known that the demon will The news of the invasion, this bunker, and the recently added Necromancers are all prepared for this moment."

Little Sardin's voice quieted the panicked townspeople. Seeing that others were about to speak, the mayor waved his hand, and he continued:

"You don't need to worry about your own safety. This bunker and the materials stored in it are enough for us to survive until the end of the disaster..."

"But our land! The farm, and our home..."

Old Jason's voice became dry:

"Could it be, are we going to abandon all of this? Obviously...Obviously everyone, just lived a good life...Why, why..."

"Don't worry! Guys."

Old Satin standing behind his son looked back at the situation outside. The old man probably guessed why his son was so calm. He sighed, touched his well-made clothes, and said to others:

"The undead legion of the council... will protect us, not only will they protect us, they may not protect our property..."

"Yes! Undead, the undead must not be afraid of demons!"

Old Jason took a step forward and grabbed Little Sardin's hand:

"Let them come, we pay so much tax every month, isn't it just to let them complete the military refit? We need them now!"

The farmer gritted his teeth, looked back at the compatriots behind him, and shouted hoarsely:

"Maybe I'm crazy, but...but we don't want to feel like losing home again, we, we need the undead! We need them to protect us! To protect our home, and this is their home too, Isn't it?"

"Don't be afraid, Uncle Jason."

Little Sardin shrugged and pouted at everyone:

"They have come! With the powers given to me by the Defias Federation, I hereby assure everyone that the demons will not destroy our home... because the Dark Blade is protecting us!"

Old Jason took a few steps forward. He lay on the observation port of the bunker and looked out of Sentinel Ridge. In the wild scene unique to the western wilderness, the death knights with the dark blade battle flag appeared in sight. At the end, behind the heavily armed black undead, there are roaring black tanks, those artillery drawn by skeleton horses, and some weird mechanical weapons.

And a moment later, the golden heavy artillery on the wall of the distant Stormwind City adjusted its direction. Amidst the cheers of the people, golden rays shot from the ground to the sky. Under the shooting of the ray, it was torn apart from the center. Amidst the loud roars of the people living here, black gunpowder was blowing, and it smashed to the ground surrounded by the sea of ​​undead in embarrassment.

"Look, Father, I said..."

The little Sardin stood beside the old Sardin and said to his father:

"The king or something is not worth nostalgia at all...We can create a better future with our own hands."

"well..."

Old Satin stretched out his hand and patted his son's shoulder. The loyal veteran of the old era sighed and said in a low voice:

"What I am worried about is not the Defias Federation... Northern Xinjiang, the compatriots of Northern Xinjiang, we are all human beings... Why should we be forcibly torn into two groups? My son, the compatriots of Northern Xinjiang are not protected by the dead , they can only use their bodies to resist the demons... We should help them! The greater our power, the greater our responsibility!"

"Of course, we'll help."

Little Sardin curled his lips and said to his father:

"Only if they are willing to hang their king..."

The conversation between Little Sardin and Old Sardin will not be known by too many people, but it does reflect the two thinkings of the Federal District. Of course, we can talk about the collision of these two thinkings later, and it is ushered in the West Wilderness. At the same time as the demons invaded, over the barren land of the Black Iron District, under the dark sky of the Burning Plains, the gate of a larger legion has been opened with a loud bang.

But when the first batch of mephits rushed into this land, they failed to find any traces of living things on the ground. Instead, there were those black...weird metal creations on the ground, as if facing The sky is like densely packed gun barrels.

"The devil is coming!"

Governor Myra in battle armor stood on the top of Black Rock Mountain. He raised his head, his long hair was blown by the noisy wind. Under this deserted land, the creatures were watching the war on the plain through the lookout. This battle is destined to become the template for a new war in Azeroth.

"Lock the target!"

"aim!"

The invisible voice of the soul echoed in the quiet artillery position on the plain. This plain has been completely militarized. Those cold gun barrels were slowly pointed at the scheduled attack through the collision and rotation of engineering bolts and gears. The sky and the ground, behind the gun barrel, are groups of indifferent and calm undead.

They will not be afraid, whether they are facing demons or humans...

"emission!"

At the moment when the first batch of demons appeared on the ground of the burning plain, the sound like flint and thunder shook the area completely, and the flames and shells bursting from the ground roared across the sky. At the moment when the sky was enveloped, the demons on the ground were completely torn apart by the scorching explosion without realizing it.

And the scene of billions of turrets and billions of brilliance made Myra's vision completely shrouded in a scorching red light curtain, just like a genesis of steel and gunpowder. The blood leader opened his arms, allowing his robe to rustle in the hot wind.

"Ah... so beautiful..."

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"It's coming."

On a mountain on the border of the northern border, the dreaded demon king Kassanatier maintained his human form, standing on a rock in the form of the great knight Turalyon, looking at the sky above Dalaran, and suddenly The Legion's Gate is wide open.

"Why don't you come and sit down, my friend."

Casanatir beckoned to Bernholer behind him. In the corner where no one saw, Casanatir's eyes showed a gleam of anticipation. It gave everything for this moment, and even buried It has a conscience, and it looks forward to seeing the results of its own efforts, more than anyone else!

"Come on, sit here."

"Join me and witness...the Legion's 'Great Victory'."