Wanjie Invitation

Chapter 310 Abyss Lord
Zhang Ying: "..."

Looking at Qiyu with a calm face, Zhang Ying couldn't help asking: "Don't you want to get rewards? The rewards in this competition are very rich."

"But what's the use of having so many value points and myriad world points?" Saitama said cutely.

"Then you still go to the supermarket to grab discounted things?"

"Because I'm short of money!"

"So you're not going to the competition yet?"

"But among all the players, there is no player that I can arouse my interest. Besides, why do I need so many value points?"

"Okay." Hearing what Qiyu said, Zhang Ying decided that it would be better to remain silent.

Because it's very Saitama.

And Zhen Mi beside her rolled her eyes.

I didn't expect this light bulb head to look so honest, and he is not a good person.

Now the Myriad Worlds space has spread throughout.

The bald man brags all day long that no one in this world can receive his punch, but in the world of the lord, he is evenly matched with the man named Simba.

And Simba seems to be only a little better than Zeng Xiaoxian, but the world master still firmly believes that he is a master.

So when he stepped onto the Ten Thousand Realms Arena and wanted to compete with others, no one paid him any attention.

"But World Master, don't worry, I will protect your world while you are not at home." Qiyu patted his chest and assured Zhang Ying.

At this, Zhen Mi rolled her eyes again?
What Zhang Ying didn't know at this time was that he was on the fel energy mountain in the world of Marton.

A huge abyss lord was strolling on the hillside.

Because of his tall stature, every step he took made the ground tremble. This huge creature, his body was covered with red scales and bone plates.

The thick limbs and the ferocious tail with bone spurs did not shake once, as if the space was distorted.

The pair of wings that have been flapping because of degeneration, although they can't fly, but every flapping brings gusts of wind.

The upper body of this monster has a pair of thick arms, and it keeps waving a bloody sickle in its hand.

On that ugly big head, spouts of red flames spouted from the nostrils from time to time, and violent and warlike eyes appeared in the evil triangular eyes.

There is a breastplate made of scales on the chest, guarding it firmly. Although it looks very broken, under the broken appearance, it reveals the aura of many battles.

This is an abyss lord, the most violent and powerful behemoth born from the twisted void, not one of them, even if the Behemoth behemoth encounters him, he must be treated with caution.

And as the most powerful race among demons, he has all advantages except his poor brain.

Because for them, the brain is useless at all, and it is too tiring to solve it with the mouth if they can speak with their fists.

As the most powerful warrior in the race, the abyss lord was staring at an equally tall demon in front of him and said disdainfully.

"Kil'jaeden, what do you, a mouse in the demon world, want me to do? You know, your plots make me feel sick."

That's right, standing in front of this abyss lord is Kil'jaeden, the leader of the Third Legion of the Burning Legion and the leader of the Dreadlord clan.

And the abyss lord doesn't look down on a demon like him at all. Instead of using his strength to solve the problem, he uses his mouth to force him. It's really embarrassing to be nicknamed a fraud by the demons.

But Kil'jaeden didn't care about the attitude of the abyss lord at all. He bent down and bowed politely to the abyss lord with the etiquette of a demon.

"Matheridon, after all, you are also a general of the Burning Legion, so don't be so cynical. I need your help when I come here this time."

"Hmph! Don't give me such a trick. Since Illidan, don't you always find some bastards to develop into servants of the devil to serve you? Why do you come to me for help?"

"My servant Gul'dan was wiped out, and even the clone I lowered was also killed. The most important thing is that he seems to have captured the coordinates of our demon." Kil'jaeden said depressingly.

"What? Isn't Gul'dan the pawn you use to deal with the continent of Azeroth? How did you do it, you idiot? I just said, we still have to rely on us demons for everything, and no one else can do it."

Because he was too emotional to speak, the abyss lord Magtheridon's toxin-filled saliva sprayed out of his mouth.

A large amount of saliva dripped on the ground continuously, corroding the ground and emitting billowing white smoke.

"Matheridon, stop talking about this. Gul'dan's death has completely disrupted our plan to invade the Azeroth continent. Many planes are now resisting our Burning Legion. I need your help."

Hearing the words of the dread demon king, the abyss lord was silent instead. After a long time, he said in a muffled voice, "What do you want me to do? To suppress the continent of Azeroth?"

"No!" Kil'jaeden said grimly with hatred in his eyes: "At that time, I asked Gul'dan to invade a plane to collect enough souls for us to come to a world, but he But he was killed by the person from that plane."

"Trash!" The abyss lord waved the huge sickle in his hand, and swung it at the nearby mountain peak.

The mountain suddenly split apart, and a tall mountain turned into dust.

Kil'jaeden nodded inwardly as he looked at the mighty power of the abyss lord.

There was cunning and viciousness in his eyes, and in the red and purple eyes, wisps of evil energy continued to shine.

Sure enough, as long as the Burning Legion and demons were mentioned, this group of people with poor brains would definitely be obedient.

"But I want to ask my captain Archimonde first." Although everyone is a member of the Burning Legion, the direct boss of the Abyss Lord is Archimonde.

There is also competition within the demons, and the dreaded demon king Kil'jaeden and Archimonde also have the problem of fighting for power, which is one of the reasons for the discord within the Burning Legion.

"No need, I've already told him, and he agreed." Kil'jaeden lowered his head, evil energy continuously gathering in his eyes.

Then he raised his head abruptly and looked into the eyes of the abyss lord.

The abyss lord only felt that his eyes were getting heavier and heavier.

And Kil'jaeden's voice gradually became Archimonde's voice in the ears of the abyss lord: "Go, go to the alien plane, and avenge Gul'dan for the honor of the Burning Legion."

"Okay, my leader." The abyss lord looked around in confusion, and then looked squarely at the dreadlord in front of him: "Who do you want me to kill?"

"I don't know, one of them directly destroyed my clone, and I remember the other one called himself Lord Void." The dreaded demon king Kil'jaeden said full of hatred.

(End of this chapter)