Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Azeroth recuperated while Illidan established Mardum Base as an interstellar outpost.

While Garen was working towards a small goal by unlimitedly massing troops in the timeline tributary, Azeroth was recuperating.

While Algalon traveled back and forth across the universe in search of the Temple of Eonar, Azeroth was still recuperating.

The second five-year plan planned by Garin was successfully completed under the perfect execution of the alliance’s top leaders!

With high walls, abundant food reserves and multiple positions, tall and solid fortresses were built in the Golden Plains, Western Plains, Tanaris, Azshara, Dun Morogh, and Hillsbrad.

Everything is going in a good direction.

Deep in the universe!

A emerald green planet!

The planet is surrounded by green light and is quite huge, looking no less massive than Azeroth itself.

It’s a pity that the planet is torn into pieces by cracks, almost splitting the entire planet in two.

The green light shot up into the sky from the crack!

That is not the natural force that symbolizes life, but the evil energy filled with tyranny!

Most of the planet's surface fell apart in the ravages of evil energy, leaving only the last three pieces of land.

The green light shot up into the sky from the crack!

That is not the natural force that symbolizes life, but the evil energy filled with tyranny!

This strong evil can make this planet more like a star like the sun!

This is the homeland of the Draenei and the headquarters of the Burning Legion: Argus!

At this moment, in the Burning Throne at the core of Argus, the red-skinned Kil'jaeden sat on his throne.

"You mean to say that Marton has disappeared from the star map? All the portals that used it as a transit point have lost their function?"

The Trickster held his tentacle-covered chin with the backs of his interlocked hands, staring coldly at his subordinates in front of the throne platform.

The demons of the Burning Legion trembled, looked at each other, and hesitated to respond.

"Cassanatir, answer me!"

Kil'jaeden begins calling the roll!

The Dreadlord named Casanatier was originally hiding quietly behind the big butt of an Abyss Lord and did not interrupt rashly.

Unfortunately, his boss did not do as he expected and directly called out his name and singled him out.

Casanatiel clearly heard his colleagues around him heaving a sigh of relief!

Damn!

What a bunch of shit!

He knew very well that the great devil was suppressing his inner rage, and if he wasn't careful, he would become the outlet for his anger.

You have to know that this is Argus, which belongs to the twisting void!

Once you die, you are really dead!

"Dear Trickster, all of this is due to Tyranna's incompetence. She is unworthy of the Dark Titan's trust!"

The dreadlord raised his head quietly and observed Kil'jaeden in front of him.

The deceiver remained expressionless!

Casanatiel was complaining in his heart!

Lord Tichondrius!

Lord Anetheron!

Lord Mephistroth!

There are also Balzana, Mal'Ganis, and Varimathras!

Where on earth have you been!

Oh my God, I'm just a mid-level commander among the Nathrezim, why are you putting so much pressure on me!

Casanatier made up his mind and decided to destroy them: "And there are three people, Targas, Bruttalus and Kurul, with a legion of two million soldiers, who can't even deal with a traitor!"

At this moment, a trace of gloom flashed in Kil'jaeden's eyes. These people were all high-ranking generals of the Burning Legion, and they were all very powerful. Even if they failed, their souls should return to Argus to wait for rebirth!

Why is there no sign of them until now?

Think of these decades of planning.

After much difficulty, they found Weiren but he ran away.

The plan to use the orcs to disrupt Azeroth failed.

Archimonde invaded Azeroth and died. The bar is still being read.

The Lich King, Ner'zhul, and his Scourge, who were carefully created, also rebelled.

A tiny Azeroth has caused them to fail so many times!

snort!

Kil'jaeden snorted coldly: "You are a bunch of trash. Can't you let me hear some good news?"

"Hehehe..."

A sweet laugh escaped from the devil, and everyone looked sideways to see which colleague was so stubborn as to dare to laugh out loud at this time.

But after seeing the target of the sound, they all moved their bodies again, trying to get away.

This is a six-armed destroyer. These female demon priests are very pious and possess extraordinary charm. The meaning of their existence is to spread the will of Sargeras.

The method of spreading is quite extreme, either using magic to distort the enemy's will, or seducing the enemy into corruption with desire.

"Lord Kil'jaeden, our coven has good news to report."

The Mistress of Destruction held her head high and said proudly, "We have completed the master's first mission and successfully twisted Aggramar's will. That lord can be reborn at any time to fight for the Legion!"

This news exploded in the minds of the demons. They all knew that the Coven of Destroyer was the most depraved and fanatical followers of Sargeras. They had an evil mission: to distort the will of the spirits of the fallen Titans and make them form an unstoppable dark pantheon.

Each Matron has her own signature torture method, and over the years the halls of Antorus have been filled with the screams of victims.

But those were just weak-willed mortals, and no one expected that their whispers could actually cause the Titans’ wills to collapse!

Of course, this does not rule out the fact that Aggramar was severely injured by Sargeras many times and his soul was already weak.

"Very good, Lord Sargeras will reward your coven!" Kil'jaeden's eyes flashed, "But you must continue to work hard. Lord Sargeras needs a strong fighting force. In the eternal war with the void, we need every bit of power that can be used. The reorganization of the Dark Pantheon is the top priority!"

Kil'jaeden's tone was flat, and one could not tell whether he was happy or angry. Even though he was a scheming man, he would not show his emotions.

Kil'jaeden once again glanced coldly at his subordinates below. No matter whether they were his trusted dreadlords, the pit lords belonging to Archimonde, or the doomsday lords, they all felt their bodies tense.

"Putting aside the matter of Mardum, I will contact Lord Sargeras immediately to arrange for the rebirth of Aggramar!"

"Let's make that annoying Army of Light the first target of Aggramar!"