Chapter 698 18. Death Trap

"The Tomb of Sargeras has surfaced!"

In the dark night of the Broken Beach, the Salain agents of the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency are lurking on the commanding heights of the beach, using their excellent eyesight to observe the green light spots that continue to appear below, the eighth-level agent Marais Looking around vigilantly, he reported everything he saw to the recorder around him.

The young lady's voice buzzed like a bug in the night, and it sounded like a special rhythm:

"The 24 legion portals are trying their best to transport the demonic army into Azeroth... They also made a large-scale energy concealment barrier. These idiots finally learned a little bit smarter."

"But that's it for them... They haven't realized that they have stepped into a well-laid trap... Demons are just stupid!"

After complaining, Miss Marais blinked and said to the recorder beside her:

"Let's just report to the rear. There is nothing to see here. At present, there are two high-level demon lords commanding the demon army. One is biased towards spells and the other is biased towards melee combat. Both are eredar."

"The number of demons is increasing exponentially, and they will cover the entire Broken Beach in about 10 minutes. According to the current scale of demon activities, they are likely to expand rapidly outward at that node, or use this as a frontline base to build some Energy attack facility or something."

The recorder is also a vampire, but it is not Saraine, but a human vampire wearing a hood. These dark phantoms who have inherited the weakened Saraine bloodline are currently the main source of agents for the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency. Their affinity can ensure that they only need simple training to become excellent agents.

However, when the recorder picked up the Apexis crystal for communication, Marais suddenly pressed her finger. This Salain agent, who had been careless before, was like a hunter who had discovered the prey at this moment. become quite focused.

"Record! Important battle report!"

"In the direction of the Tomb of Sargeras, there is a portal wave. It is... the second batch of demon troops that landed, and it looks very elite... Wait, there are three high-ranking lords among them, one of them, Seems like a big guy..."

During Marais's silent observation, she saw a dark green portal opened at the entrance of the Tomb of Sargeras, and an elite army composed of tall, well-armed fel lords passed through the portal. Stepping out, and guarded by them, was a demon taller than any other eredar demon lord.

After its appearance, the demon lord who was guarding the entrance of the Tomb of Sargeras seemed to have a conversation with it. After just a few minutes, they quickly unlocked the barrier of the Tomb of Sargeras, Then entered it with a whole host of demons.

This action made Agent Marais' beautiful red eyes narrow. She thought for a few seconds, then picked up the communication crystal in the recorder's hand, and tuned to a special frequency:

"Sir, this is the "Mockingbird" sentry post. I have important information to report. The four demon lords responsible for this large-scale army invasion just entered the tomb of Sargeras. Obviously, the tomb in that cemetery There is something they need, and it is likely that that is the purpose of their coming here. Since the Tomb of Sargeras does not have a complete protective barrier, no matter what they need, they can get it quickly... "

"I suggest...hunting be done in advance, it's best to start now!"

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"Lord, this is the latest battle report! It's urgent!"

On the wilderness of the Realm of Death, in front of the just-built forward fortress, four heavily armed battle groups are ready. The impression created by the Blade Legion in their souls made these soldiers who felt the breath and touch again still maintain the most perfect warrior posture.

And the commanders of the four battle groups are also conducting the final inspection before the start of the war. In a busy and chilling wilderness, Tyrion has also put on all the armor for a long time, like the dragon of darkness. The heavy weight of the armor weighed on his body, but for the great lord of the Realm of Death, this weight was like a feather.

Hearing the shadow's report, Tyrion reached out and took the battle report. He held it in his hand, and after only one glance, the great lord narrowed his eyes:

"Is the demon trying to get something from the Tomb of Sargeras? Let me see, two of the most valuable things in that tomb were taken by us a long time ago... Oh, I see! "

The great lord recalled the scene when they chased and killed Gul'dan a few years ago. When he went deep into the deepest part of the tomb, he saw a hidden place buried underground almost at the center of the earth. He didn't go down to investigate, but the smell full of evil energy was still fresh in his memory. No matter what was there, it should be something closely related to the legion.

"How could it be taken away by them..."

The great lord moved his neck. In this living world, when his bones collided with each other, the bones made a crackling sound. He nodded to the shadow. The next moment, some kind of authority in the realm of death Mobilized by him, the high lord's deep voice rang in the hearts of every soldier of the Dark Blade Legion at this moment.

"Soldiers standing here...you are the most elite soldiers of the entire Dark Blade Legion! Each of you has experienced countless fights..."

"I once promised to give the Dark Blade Legion a home. Now that you have seen it, you are standing on the place of the Dark Blade. One day, each of you will get a new one here. You Desired life...this is my promise to you, and I have fulfilled it!"

Tyrion's voice became low at this moment:

"But, not today!"

"I don't want to play any tricks of picking the favored ones, and I don't want to squeeze your last strength! But brothers, at this time, just outside, the demons have landed in this world, they thought we didn't notice their little tricks, They think that the world is afraid of their power, yes, they are acting recklessly!"

"Most of you are from Draenor. You died in the wars in recent decades. Orcs and Draenei, the blood feud between the two races. Why did your deaths happen? I believe You guys know better than I do... and what I'm trying to say is..."

Tyrion paused briefly, and a few seconds later, his voice sounded again. It was no longer as cold and silent as a dead spirit. Instead, it was full of emotions bursting like a living person, like a raging fire:

"That's why I'm here with you!"

"Our battle, the battle of the dead is not over yet!"

"At least I, I and the demons outside, still have some accounts that haven't been settled!"

Tyrion waved his fingers in the air a few times, a dark crack between the realm of death and the outside world slowly opened at this moment, it was like a dark vortex, Tyrion stood in front of the passage, his finger Between the jumps, the Ashbringer appeared in his palm. He held the sword and stood in front of the Darkblade soldiers of the four battle regiments. He asked loudly:

"Is there anyone who doesn't want to go with me to collect debts? I'll give you 10 seconds to leave..."

Behind him, everything was silent.

Luminas is fully armed and wields the restored holy sword Quel'Sera.

Saurfang, riding a restless warhorse, wields a black battle axe.

With a bow on his back, Rogelio stood in front of the artillery unit like a cold sculpture.

The last was Myra, who was wearing a fiery red robe and holding an ice scepter, with a calm face.

The four death lords closely followed their leader, and behind the lord, all the soldiers held weapons. Although their senses had been restored, their expressions were still the same as those of the undead, indifferent and fearless. Their hearts , has already been tempered like steel in the endless flames of war.

Ten seconds passed in a flash, and no one moved or even made a sound.

"very good..."

Tyrion reached out and wiped his forehead, and a dark crown that belonged to the realm of death appeared on top of his head. After the black energy solidified, it looked like a black crown of thorns like a battle helmet .

This is not because he has regained the title of King of Dark Blades, it is just a medium for the power of the Realm of Death... As long as Tyrion's will is covered, all souls who died in battle will return to the wilderness of the Realm of Death, This is the ability of the Lord of Souls, this is the authority of the administrator of the realm of death, and this is the new hole card of the Dark Blade Legion.

From now on, in the world of Azeroth, do you want to fight a quantitative battle with the Dark Blade Legion?

No one can win!

Even the devil...

"Well, tonight... since they're here, don't even think about leaving..."

Tyrion took a step forward, and his figure was swallowed by the shining dark light curtain. At this moment, his voice also sounded in the two worlds. It was a cold, deep, thunderous voice:

"Dark Blade Legion... Come with me..."

"Join the hunt!"

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"Wow, wow"

In the middle of the night, the sound of the surging tide resounded continuously on the coastline of Broken Beach, like an annoying movement, which could not be stopped at all.

"Tyrant" Haveli stood on the coast guard not far from the tomb of Sargeras with several of his fel lord guards. This female Ariel who has shown her ruthless side in countless wars Commander Da was very quiet at this moment.

There is a quiet aura that does not belong to the devil shrouding her body, which makes those demon officers who have followed Haveli for more than ten years somewhat puzzled, but Haveli does have something on his mind.

Azeroth, unlike every world she's ever been in, because in this world, there's a character she desperately wants to kill... Velen, the seer of the draenei!

More than 200 years ago, Haveli was still a garrison officer who believed in the Holy Light. Her followers, the prophet Velen, left their hometown and exiled among the stars. Their lives were very difficult. They hid in the starship protected by the Naaru. Hiding among the stars like a mouse, every few years, compatriots who couldn't bear the hopeless future committed suicide, but even at that time, Haveli never lost his faith in the Holy Light.

After falling into the world of Draenor, Haveli was also a little dazed, especially under the leadership of Velen. After the Draenei people lived in that world for nearly 200 years, she once thought that Draenor was the future of the tribe. Unfortunately, just when Haveli was full of childish hope for the future, the orcs who were bewitched by demons... started a war.

Once, in Northrend, Grand Vindicator Maraad told Thrall the story of the draenei city Temor being destroyed by orcs with treachery, and that story also belonged to Haveri... Harvey She will never forget the hellish 3 years she spent after the city of Tymor was broken. She was captured by orcs and lived as a slave for 3 full years...

It was hell, and Haveli finally crawled out of hell. She joined the Burning Legion and became the Destroyer she hated the most. The source of all these changes was because of Velen's cowardice! Because of the incompetence of the Prophet!

Like Yrel, who was once resurrected by Tyrion, Haveli also realized from hell the root of all the suffering the draenei suffered in Draenor.

She wanted to kill the Prophet...by herself, or be killed by the Prophet, to end her miserable life.

"Maybe..."

"Tyrant" Haveli, wearing the Destroyer helmet of the Burning Legion, muttered to himself, "Here, this is the end of the story..."

"Boss! Look at the beach!"

And at this moment, Haveli was awakened by the shout of a fel lord. The tyrant turned his head and looked at a deep, lightless sea. The fog, the thick fog, between the fog, even with Haveli's excellent vision, she can only see a tumbling sea of ​​darkness...

Wait, there's a man on that rolling tide...!

A man with a long sword!

who is he?

Alone, approaching the devil's camp in the dark, is he looking for death?

The tyrant narrowed her eyes, and she saw the man above the tide through the strange fog. He started to run, on the sea, like a charging warrior, but... no matter how powerful he was, there was only one person.

Haveri shook, she stretched out her finger, and a magic cannon was slowly raised, but at the next moment, the sound of the rolling tide suddenly subsided, and the chilling air made Haveri's raised finger shake. , the tyrant looked back again, this time, she saw...

That submerged the entire surface of the sea, and even the rolling tide was flattened in an instant... the dead army!

Haveli has never seen the battle flag floating over the Dark Sea, but she has heard of Archimonde's death in battle, and she has also heard of Kazak's fiasco in Draenor. She has heard of this banner.

Black Broken Blade...

"A powerful enemy is attacking!!!"