Chapter 803 The Aftermath of War Mobilization (10,000-Word Chapter, Please Subscribe)

As we all know, large-scale military mobilization and deployment are never something that can be concealed.

Because the noise caused by hundreds of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions of personnel, equipment, and logistical supplies being concentrated in a certain direction can be seen and heard by anyone who is not deaf or blind.

Except for those who are extremely stubborn, self-willed, and accustomed to arbitrary decisions like my father, most leaders with normal IQ and rationality will subconsciously prepare for invasion when they see neighboring countries gathering troops and deploying various war materials on their borders.

After all, mobilizing so many personnel and materials will inevitably incur huge costs.

If it is not for the purpose of obtaining higher returns through war, who would be so bored that they would mess around for no reason.

Is it because they think their financial pressure is not big enough?

In the same way, as the ninth layer of Baator Hell officially entered the war mobilization state, hundreds of millions of demons were assembled into complete legions one after another, and everyone smelled the breath of war.

Especially in the huge cyberpunk city that originally had many forces from various outer planes and material planes, countless spies had already begun to inquire about who they were going to fight against.

Especially those demon lords whose brains were already beaten into dog brains, every one of them was very worried that Asmodeus and Zuo Si would suddenly join forces to launch a large-scale invasion of the Abyss at this time, and once again occupy and transform several or even dozens of levels.

In that case, the weak balance maintained by the two sides would be completely broken.

Even the spider goddess Rose increased the intensity of her activities, and many dark elves who were originally low-key began to become unusually active, trying to figure out which battlefield the huge army that had gathered was going to.

After all, her kingdom was on the 66th layer of the abyss, and once the devils began to invade in large numbers, they would be the first to bear the brunt.

In addition, the orc pantheon and the earth spirit system, which had completely torn their faces with Zuo Si before, also became nervous involuntarily.

Gruumsh even suspended the long-term war with his old enemy, the elves, and transferred heavy troops back to his own kingdom.

Prince of Lies Xirik urgently formed an alliance with the demon prince Demogorgon.

The entire universe, whether it was the gods or other divine powers, held their breath because of Zuo Si's sudden move.

Not to mention them, even the lords of other levels in the same hell camp were on edge.

Although most demons did not think that the prince, who had never been interested in expanding his influence and power, would attack his own people.

But even if there was only a one percent chance, it was enough to make Viscount Mammon, who had been an enemy of Zuo Si, feel nervous.

At this moment, in the stock exchange in the huge cyberpunk city, countless gamblers and speculators were performing a tragicomedy of ice and fire.

The reason is simple!

Such a large-scale military action will definitely have a huge impact on the financial market.

What's more, the so-called "stock trading" here is not for the convenience of resource allocation, but simply a complete casino.

The financial system on Earth has greatly helped the development of the real industry and technological innovation in the more than 300 years of capital rise.

After all, the financial industry started to date back to the beginning of the Age of Exploration.

At that time, ocean trade was undoubtedly the most profitable business.

As long as a ship could successfully sail to Africa, which is rich in gold and gems, or Southeast Asia and India, the origin of spices, and East Asia, the famous hometown of silk, tea and porcelain, and return to Europe with these specialties, it could immediately make several times or even dozens of times the profit.

But with high returns comes unimaginable huge risks.

Whether it is storms, pirates, local chaos and turmoil, or those from other European countries, a ship full of cargo may disappear out of thin air.

Even the richest merchants, nobles, and royal families could not bear such huge losses alone.

So in order to join this feast, many European countries began to try their best to concentrate the wealth of the people to build more ships to control routes and important ports to ensure that they have an absolute monopoly in trade in certain regions.

This model of raising funds and distributing dividends to investors is the beginning of modern finance.

As long as you look at the history of the European Age of Exploration, it is not difficult to see the key role played by finance in it.

It can even be said that almost all the maritime powers at that time developed extremely advanced financial systems.

For example, Britain was the first country to complete the Industrial Revolution, the Netherlands became the coachman of the sea with its extremely small territory, and France competed fiercely with Britain.

In fact, before the end of World War II, finance played the role of serving the real industry.

However, the tragic world wars caused by the old capitalist powers in order to compete for resources and markets, the rise of the proletarian regime on a large scale, and the increasingly fierce class confrontation within the country led to the elite class to actively pursue deindustrialization and only retain high-value-added industries.

This is why the social contradictions in developed capitalist countries in Europe and the United States were greatly eased after the war.

Even decades later, young people will still praise capitalism and believe that this is the best system in the world.

Little do they know that all this actually comes from "self-castration."

Since we no longer have a large number of low-end industrial workers, we have transferred the low-profit manufacturing industry to less developed countries, and the original fierce social opposition will naturally cease to exist.

Moreover, it can also lower the cost of goods through cheap labor, and then use financial means to harvest the wealth that the other party has finally created, so that the people of the country can enjoy a better quality of life without a significant increase in income.

Later, as the concept of neoliberalism was clearly proposed, the modern financial system on earth completely turned away from reality and turned into a numbers game driven by debt.

However, the securities market in Bator Hell is just the opposite. It was designed from the beginning to be a Shura field full of intrigues and traps.

Its rise and fall are not directly related to earnings and financial reports, but are entirely determined by the intentions of speculators.

Its purpose is not to harvest wealth through capital means, but to harvest the souls of those speculators who participate in this game.

This means that even small relevant news may become a tool for traders behind the scenes to hype and create panic.

Therefore, the stocks and bonds here are undergoing violent fluctuations every day that people on earth cannot even imagine.

Maybe one second it was still rising, and the next second it would fall directly to the bottom and become worthless.

Not to mention such earth-shattering actions as the lord starting to mobilize for war.

By the way, in the stock exchange of the huge cyberpunk city, leverage of more than ten times, dozens of times, or even hundreds of times is a routine operation.

Because everyone who enters the market has one idea, either to make a fortune or to lose their soul.

It's only with such motivation and environment that good results can come out.

"NO!!!!!! MONEY! MY MONEY!"

"Oh my god! I...I'm actually bankrupt! How can I pay off so many debts?"

"Why? Why is this happening? Obviously everything was as I expected!"

"Damn it! It's all over now!"

"Hahahaha! Sent! Sent! Thank you to the great Prince Soth! From today on, I will be your most loyal believer!"

"Me too! Who would have thought that originally I just wanted to buy some military stocks and wait for them to appreciate in value to make a small profit, but in the end my money suddenly doubled thirty times."

"Not only are military industry stocks rising, but the stocks of several mercenary intermediary companies have also taken off. It looks like they will rise for at least several days in a row."

"Let's go, find a place to have a drink?"

"Together! I happen to know a place that provides special services. You can enjoy other services while drinking."

…

Looking at the various figures in the trading floor who were either completely crazy or laughing like madmen, the financial experts from the Marvel Universe and Earth only felt their scalps numb and their whole bodies soaked with sweat.

You must know that on earth, any sudden stock market crash will be dubbed "Black Friday".

But here, similar situations happen almost every day.

In particular, the impact of this war mobilization simply exceeded the limits of everyone's imagination.

Likewise, they have gradually begun to gain a deeper understanding of this "completely free" financial market that connects countless worlds.

Even some people who originally admired financial liberalization began to make a 180-degree turn, believing that an unregulated market would eventually turn into a terrible disaster.

Because it is so "free" that long-term investors have no way to survive. In the end, all that is left are the desperate gamblers and speculators who chase the good coins.

Several older traders even suffered heart attacks and died on the spot because they could not withstand the steep curve that suddenly climbed and then plummeted.

Thinking of this, the person in charge from the People's Federation took out a napkin and wiped the sweat on his head, and asked without looking back: "How about our asset allocation table? We should be able to barely maintain a break-even balance, right?"

"Judging from the current situation, it should be about the same, and even a small profit. However, Kabor has not submitted the report yet. If he has not lost too much." Another woman in her fifties said with lingering fears. replied.

After trading started today, all financial derivatives such as stocks and bonds experienced ups and downs like a roller coaster, and so did the mood of all the operators.

After all, once a huge loss occurs, the loss is not just as simple as money, but also related to the life and death of the entire earth.

In addition, there is no concept of "debts will be canceled after death" in hell, but will directly pursue the descendants, as well as the forces and countries where they live.

That kind of huge mental pressure that cannot be described in words, anyone with a poor mental quality will collapse instantly.

"Cabor?"

Upon hearing this name, the person in charge immediately frowned subconsciously.

He vaguely remembered that the other party seemed to be the boldest and most aggressive guy in the entire team. In order to pursue high returns, he had several times invested all the funds he had in some stocks with unimaginably high risks.

Although the bets have been correct several times in a row, this adventurous style is not what the People's Federation encourages.

Just when the woman was about to say something, a middle-aged man in a suit and tie ran in from the outside in a panic, shouting breathlessly: "No... it's not good! Kabor... he …He just transferred all the assets he had and ran away.”

"What? Say it again!"

The person in charge's expression changed drastically.

"Kabol ran away! He secretly increased the leverage by 170 times behind our back! All the assets he managed have now turned into liabilities! Huge liabilities! And he also deceived me into transferring a large sum of money ”

The middle-aged man said everything he knew in an extremely excited tone.

"How much was the loss?"

The woman's chest heaved violently, and the whites of her eyes were filled with dense red bloodshot eyes in just a few seconds.

Because that is not something that can be diluted slowly by binding international trade settlements, such as a few trillions or tens of trillions of dollars. At most, it will only trigger inflation on a global scale.

There are only two currencies in this exchange, one is real magic metals and precious metals, and the other is souls.

"Fifteen billion... We now owe Hell Bank 1.5 billion souls, which must be paid within three days, otherwise we will enter the process of freezing assets and compulsory liquidation."

The middle-aged man said a number in a trembling voice that made everyone present gasp.

1.5 billion souls? ! !

The moment he heard this number, the person in charge rolled his eyes and fell to the ground with a loud bang and fainted.

There is no way not to faint.

Every soul means living life.

And with the debt interest rates in Bato Hell, it would only take a few years to reach a desperate figure.

He simply couldn't imagine what kind of reaction the People's Federation would have when this news came back.

The woman screamed like a madman without any image: "How dare he! Quick! Contact the United Nations Council! Ask them to send out the Astartes! Send out the Avengers! Capture Kabor no matter what. return!"

"But this is Baator Hell. Any passerby or devil walking on the street has magical power that is beyond our reach and physical fitness far beyond ordinary people. Are you sure our people can move here? You must know that once you leave, it will be safe District, the methods of mind control and charm are simply too numerous to count.”

Another person wearing a power mecha, wearing a lot of magic equipment and responsible for security couldn't help but question.

As the permanent military attache sent here by the People's Federation, he was responsible for collecting intelligence. From the first day after that, he began to investigate this huge and boundless city.

You won't know the result unless you check it. Once you check it, you will fall into a strong panic.

Whether it is the insidiousness and cunningness of the devil, or the popularity of supernatural powers and various advanced technologies, they are definitely beyond the reach of humans on earth.

As far as the Avengers established by Nick Fury are concerned, most of the members are just slightly stronger cannon fodder here.

Especially mortals like Black Widow, Hawkeye, Iron Man, and Captain America. Without magic equipment to resist mind control, it is very likely that they will be affected, controlled, and even turn into each other without even knowing what is happening. spy.

The same is true for those surgically modified Super Astartes warriors.

In addition, evil magic that plays with the soul and illusions that can confuse the real with the fake are beyond the reach of ordinary technology.

Even some humble street gang leaders can make huge waves on the planet.

"I can't control that much anymore! Anyway, send the news back first, and leave the rest to the People's Federation Council to decide. If Kabol is not captured, who will bear such a big blame? Maybe we will all be punished. The court sentenced him to death."

The woman was grabbing her hair hysterically, with an expression of collapse and despair on her face.

There is no doubt that the fate of these guys fully illustrates how dangerous and terrifying it can become when the financial disembodied industry starts to become a giant casino.

Of course, what is even more frightening are those "leeks" who do not have the power of capital and want to rely on money to make money continuously.

It is precisely because of human greed and the desire for something for nothing that there are endless crops of leeks.

As the goddess of wealth, Wojin, who also settled in the ninth level of Baator Hell, she was observing the situation in the stock exchange with great interest. After a while, she commented: "Interesting, this is really a very clever robbery. The way.”

"robbery?"

A priest who was following the goddess looked very confused.

“Well, it’s robbery.

Because the speculators and gamblers on this exchange are not creating real wealth.

It's more like a group of people sitting at a gambling table robbing each other's money.

The entire process did not create any corresponding physical object.

No wonder South thinks that the way these people use transaction value added as their wealth statistics is simply ridiculous. It is estimated that at least one-third to more than half of it is filled with this kind of water. "

As he said these words, naked and undisguised contempt appeared on Watkin's face.

As the goddess of wealth, she has always valued the real increase in wealth, not this false bubble.

This is why she strictly forbids believers from doing these messy things, and she is very cautious when issuing currency, preferring to issue less rather than over-issuing, to ensure that every sum of money has a corresponding thing.

Whenever she heard those people in the stock exchange praying to her, Wakin would feel unprecedented absurdity and ridiculousness.

Because this is not her domain at all, but the jurisdiction of the goddess of luck Tymora.

The most important thing is that she doubts whether Tymora, as a goddess of the good camp, will respond and bless these guys who have long been devoured by greed in their hearts.

"Then... should we take advantage of the chaos to acquire some high-quality assets that have entered the bankruptcy liquidation stage?"

The priest asked carefully.

Wakin responded without hesitation: "Of course.

Tell everyone in the church that as long as it is a valuable industry, you can buy it with confidence.

By the way, please help me find out who Soth is planning to deal with by making such a big fuss.

Oh, by the way, send someone to bring the mortal named Kabol here. I am very interested in his soul."

"As you wish."

The priest bowed deeply with one hand on his chest, then turned and left quickly.

Not long after, the trader who escaped from the Human Union posted a terrifying bounty on both the black and white sides.

The believers of the Church of the Goddess of Wealth Wakin are basically wealthy businessmen, so they basically will not roll up their sleeves and fight with others, but prefer to spend money to hire others to do something that may be dangerous for them.

The adventurers, gangs, killers, and mercenary companies in the huge cyberpunk city immediately took action after seeing this high bounty.

And Kabol, who was on the run, did not realize that he had unknowingly become the cause of a storm.

To be exact, he had no time to care about these things, and was carrying a box and walking quickly in a dark and narrow alley.

Just as this guy tried to open the manhole cover, he suddenly felt a hard object pressing against the back of his head. He was immediately frightened and trembled, and quickly raised his hands and begged: "Don't... don't shoot! I can pay a ransom to buy my life!"

"Buy your life? Do you know how much your current bounty is?"

A slightly charming female voice came from behind.

Through the shadow reflected on the glass next to him, it can be vaguely distinguished that this is a female tiefling holding a double-barreled shotgun. Judging from her dress, she should be a mercenary or adventurer.

"I'm bountyed?!"

Cabol was obviously surprised.

Because he thought the actions of the Human Alliance should not be so fast.

"That's right.

Now if we can catch you back, we can get 50,000 souls.

This is a huge sum of money. If converted into gold coins, it is enough to squander for more than ten years.

I sincerely suggest that you don't play tricks.

Because the bounty is very clear, just keep you alive.

It doesn't matter whether your legs, arms, eyes, and teeth are pulled out one by one."

While speaking, the female tiefling took out an activation rope and planned to capture this valuable bounty criminal first.

But at the moment when the activation rope tied up Kaboer, the female tiefling's head suddenly exploded with a bang without any warning, just like a watermelon falling from a height to the ground.

All kinds of blood, brain tissue and broken skulls splattered all over his head and face. His legs softened and he knelt down with a plop, lying on the ground and vomiting uncontrollably.

Because the scene was too bloody and too brutal.

Before Kabol could react to what happened, another dwarf came out of the dark corner, fiddling with a large-caliber revolver, and spat at the headless corpse on the ground: "Bah! You, a Tiefling bastard, want to snatch this business from me? Dream on! The reward of 50,000 souls belongs to me."

Looking at the other party's skilled corpse-touching skills and his indifferent reaction to killing and death, Kabol felt as if he had entered an ice cellar in an instant.

For the first time, he realized that in the seemingly orderly huge cyberpunk city, there was actually such a dark and dangerous lawless area hidden.

Just when the dwarf had looted the valuables and was pulling Kabol to leave, a shadow suddenly emerged from the darkness, came behind the dwarf at lightning speed, and directly swung a dagger through his jaw to kill him.

The whole process was clean and neat without any unnecessary movements.

This time, before he could see the identity of the assassin, a dazzling array of magic missiles fell from the sky, beating the unfortunate guy into a puddle of meat on the spot.

Because everything happened so quickly and so suddenly, Kabol didn't even have a chance to react. He could only watch himself become the prey of bounty hunters, mercenaries, and adventurers, standing there without daring to move.

Because he had no idea how many dangerous people who came for the bounty were hiding around this alley, and if he ran around, he would be injured by mistake.

Horrible!

It was so terrible!

Is this the true face of Baator Hell?

Kabol held the box in his hand tightly, with a trace of regret in his eyes.

At this moment, he finally realized how dangerous it was after leaving the safe area, and he would die if he was not careful.

But the problem is that it is too late to regret now.

In less than ten minutes, the whole alley was filled with incomplete corpses, and blood covered the ground to form a sticky gelatinous substance.

…

At the same time, Zuo Si, who had already arrived on the planet Azeroth, did not know what kind of waves his sudden decision to declare war on the Burning Legion had caused. He was standing on a high slope near Mount Hyjal, looking down at the battlefield full of corpses. After a long while, he asked meaningfully: "Are you ready?"

"Ah! I'm ready, and I can start to help you open the time and space tunnel to Argus at any time."

Illidan Stormrage grinned, revealing a row of sharp teeth like a devil.

"In that case, let the game begin.

This time, I will not only defeat Sargeras and the Burning Legion, but also make the Titan Pantheon completely a thing of the past.

As I promised, mortal matters should be left to mortals to resolve.

As for the Titans who are used to imposing their will on others, it is better for them to withdraw from the stage of history as soon as possible."

Zuo Si expressed his position clearly.

"I understand. I will go back and start the plan."

Illidan agreed straightforwardly, then opened a portal and disappeared on the spot.

As soon as he left, the originally balanced situation on the battlefield of Mount Hyjal was instantly broken.

The green goblin judge Flinkai led the huge army that had just been teleported and charged towards the Burning Legion's mana artillery position.

With just one encounter, the defense lines that were built with great difficulty were instantly penetrated.

Countless demons were directly torn to pieces by this group of violent new Phyrexian creations that pursued evolution.

Primitive!

Barbaric!

Violent!

This is the characteristic of the green mana faction.

Especially Flink himself, basically every time he killed a demon, he would remove some "parts" from the other party and install them on himself.

This is also an old tradition of the green faction in New Phyrexia.

In the Mirrodin time and space, he had organized arena duels and other projects, and the winner could take a part of the loser's body.

Through this kind of continuous and cruel elimination like the law of the jungle, the remaining ones basically all have rich combat experience.

Although there are some minor flaws in coordination, it does not affect the combat effectiveness.

"Hahahaha! Come on! Demons of the Burning Legion! Please me with your lives!"

Flink roared and tore apart an abyss lord.

The latter's huge evil energy instantly leaked out, forming a shock wave and green flames that swept everything.

His unparalleled posture instantly attracted the attention of several high-level demons.

Among them was the famous Doomsday Lord Kazzak.

"Who is that guy? Why have I never seen him before?" Kazzak asked his adjutant.

Since this tug-of-war lasted for a long time, the high-level fighters on both sides were basically familiar with each other.

The adjutant responded with a serious expression: "It may be reinforcements. After all, his appearance is very similar to those creatures claiming to be New Phyrexia. And if he cannot be contained, he will soon destroy all the fortifications we have built."

"You will command the army for me. I want to meet him in person."

As he said, Kazak waved the giant sword that could directly split the walls of the castle fortress, flapped his wings and flew into the air, flying in the direction of Flinkai.

Flinkai obviously also noticed the huge Doomsday Lord. Not only did he not intend to dodge, but he jumped up to meet him.

Boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

When two creatures with powerful strength collided with each other, the overflowing energy alone destroyed everything around them.

The terrifying energy storm even killed thousands of imps and mo'arg in an instant.

The entire fel artillery position was in ruins, without even a trace of residue left.

"Are you the Doom Lord Kazzak?"

Flinke waved his claws and pressed the opponent's [Dragon King's Blade] under him, preventing him from moving forward.

"Who are you? New reinforcements? Are you going to tear up the agreement and declare war on the Legion again?"

Kazzak asked three questions that he was most concerned about.

"That's right! The great father of New Phyrexia has issued an order to sweep across the universe. Driving you out of this planet is the first step."

After that, Flinke began to increase his strength, relying on the powerful engine given by the sparkling oil to overwhelm the Doom Lord Kazzak in terms of strength, and then kicked him away, leaving a deep gully on the ground.

"How is this possible!"

Kazzak stared at his cracked, bleeding, and uncontrollably trembling tiger's mouth, his face full of shock and disbelief.

You have to know that he is one of the highest-ranking commanders in the Burning Legion, second only to the Dark Titan's lieutenants such as Kil'jaeden and Archimonde. He can easily destroy a city by himself, and has led the army to conquer the entire planet more than once.

No one has ever been able to form such a huge crushing advantage over him in terms of strength.

"Hmph! Maybe in this universe, you and the Burning Legion you are loyal to are the most powerful forces, but they are still far behind us who can connect the multiverse. Now accept the gift of the great father of New Phyrexia. When you become one of us, you will understand what this sentence means."

Flinkai said while running quickly, looking like a huge super Tyrannosaurus Rex, and every step would cause the surrounding ground to shake slightly.

You should know that he is the largest and heaviest of all the judges.

Although his speed and reaction are slightly slow, he has power that no other judge can match.

His unique body structure is completely designed for head-on confrontation.

So when Flinkai rushed up, there was nothing that could stop his progress.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Seeing that this behemoth was getting closer and closer to him, Kazak immediately activated his unique mark, trying to extract magic energy from the other party's body to cast a powerful evil energy spell.

But what surprised him was that what flew out of the Green Goblin was not energy, but a large amount of black oil.

As a frontline commander who had fought for a long time in Mount Hyjal, the Doom Lord certainly could not be unaware of the horror of oil.

Because once you are infected with this thing before you die, it means that it will not take long for you to be infected and become a member of the enemy.

Even the dead demon corpses will be pieced together by the oil and become cannon fodder without thoughts and emotions like the undead.

This is much more terrifying than the Lich King created by Kil'jaeden.

There was no time to think about it, and Kazak immediately released a group of shadow arrows to evaporate all the oil.

But how could Flinkai, who had already rushed to the front, give the other party such a chance.

He first swung his forelimbs to pull the flying Doom Lord down from his head and threw him to the ground, and then jumped up and smashed down like a mountain.

Puff!

Kazak could not withstand such an impact, and a lot of blood immediately gushed out of his mouth and nose.

The intense pain made him become extremely bloodthirsty and violent, and he swung the giant sword in his hand to kill the enemy in front of him.

But unfortunately, the Doomsday Lord didn't know that the thick and solid metal armor covering Flinkai was all made of magic alloy made with the help of Jinjitaxia.

Its hardness and magic resistance were not even comparable to Captain America's Vibranium Shield.

As a result, he failed to break the defense after several consecutive slashes, leaving only a few deeper dents, which would be repaired by the oil in a short time.

On the other hand, Flinkai took advantage of the opportunity to get close to him and directly gushed out a large amount of oil from his body, obviously wanting to finish off the Doomsday Lord.

"It's useless, stop struggling, come and embrace the glorious evolution. The great father of New Phyrexia is invincible!"

"No!!!! Don't even think about it!"

Feeling the black grease flowing into his body and even his soul through his mouth, nose, eyes and wounds, Kazak finally began to panic.

As a demon who can be resurrected infinitely, he certainly does not fear death. At most, he can return to Argus and build another body to make a comeback.

But the problem is that the other party obviously does not want to give him a chance to commit suicide.

"Hahaha! This is not up to you!"

Flink laughed wildly and continued to pour more oil.

Before long, Kazak's struggle became weaker and weaker, and finally he simply lay on the ground like a corpse, motionless.

Obviously, the time required to infect a powerful demon lord like Wanhua is not comparable to other demons in Wanhua.

However, as Kazak was defeated, the resistance on the entire battlefield collapsed instantly.

Countless senior Burning Legion commanders were afraid that they would also be killed, and they abandoned their positions and ran towards the portal behind them, fearing that they would be caught by the oil if they ran too slowly.

Flink's green faction beast army took the opportunity to divide and surround these enemies who had lost their will to fight and fled in all directions, and frantically devoured their prey to strengthen themselves.

If things continue like this, it will only take a day or two for the Burning Legion to be driven out of Azeroth.

But the Legion will obviously not sit and wait for death.

Especially the other side of this portal is connected to the old nest - Argus.

Although the awakened Titan of the Star Soul has been abducted by Zuo Si, Sargeras has not only one Titan in his hands, but a whole dozen. Just putting one in can keep the whole system running.

Moreover, long-term exposure to the chaotic and evil thoughts of the demons, while enduring endless torture, can accelerate the degeneration of the Titan soul.

Once all these former brothers and sisters have turned into his own shape, Sargeras can establish his own dark pantheon.

At this moment in the Burning Throne, Kil'jaeden the Deceiver was roaring with a ferocious face: "Assholes! How dare they tear up the armistice agreement with the Legion? Immediately mobilize all the troops to send them over, and the position on the other side of the portal must not be lost."

"Understood!"

The Eredar adjutant nodded hurriedly, and then conveyed the order through the Legion's unique magical communication method.

In less than five minutes, three large demon legions passed through the portal and joined the battlefield of Mount Hyjal.

In particular, the rune weapons carried by one of the legions razed half of Mount Hyjal to the ground with just one shot.

The attacking New Phyrexia Legion was immediately hit hard, and Flink was almost killed on the spot.

Fortunately, his hard shell of "Iron Tyrannosaurus" played a protective role, but the inside was roasted to 70% by the ultra-high temperature, and could only be slowly repaired by the oil.

Looking at the large number of Burning Legion demons pouring out of the portal, Zuo Si couldn't help but slightly curl his lips and whispered: "Is it so easy to be called out? It seems that Kil'jaeden is not aware of the danger in his mind. Dear Illidan Stormrage, I paved the way for you this time, and it depends on your performance next."

Obviously, Zuo Si launched an attack on Mount Hyjal in order to attract as many troops of the Burning Legion in Argus as possible, and to give "Egg Boss" the best time to invade.

As a person who pays attention to efficiency, he does not want to fight a protracted tug-of-war with the other party, pushing one planet after another.

In comparison, it is simpler and faster to launch a decapitation operation.

However, this "chief" does not refer to Kil'jaeden, but his master Sargeras.

Since being injured by the explosion of the same omen, this dark titan has never appeared again. He is probably either recovering from his injuries or thinking about how to deal with this terrible artifact.