The Hardest Bone Will Eventually Feed Wang

The Lich said in a very disgusted tone.

"But now even the little Cthulhu has changed his mind, or this is Moser's temporary wish. Some of his roots have passed through the passage under the sea of ​​R'lyeh. Your reality is at stake. Are you Don't do something?"

Finally, the black youth no longer speaks in that dizzy-thousand-thousand accent, but in the hippie-smiling tone of a mortal, with a particularly awkward expression on his face.

"Forget you, didn't you say that you only provide options? Then provide ten and eight nuclear bombs? I think the Soviet Union is also under your control."

"Unfortunately, I think it is necessary for me to remind you that the Soviet Union in this world was finished a few years ago, and now its vitality has been greatly weakened. I originally had a few fanatics in the leadership, but unfortunately I also lost power with the disintegration. To you I have no choice but to help."

The black youth shrugged his shoulders with a regretful tone, but this was just sarcastic talk, as if it would take him a long time to control people.

"Besides, didn't you also prepare a secret weapon that is much more powerful than nuclear weapons? I can feel the powerful aura on the opposite side of the building, so I won't take it out to have a look."

This is the true purpose of Nyarlathotep.But it's not surprising, the construction of the Dark Portal is not a small move at all, not to mention that the lich was in a hurry to leave just now because it had already let Elysis open the door when the Mercer ceremony was successful just now.

Even at this moment, there are already several fear demon kings approaching R'lye quietly, carefully observing the meat ganoderma that covers the sky and the sun.

I saw the EVA cockpit on the back of the machine girl Fengyue was tied back, and the Lich came out of the cockpit, but at this time he was holding the head of Gul'dan in his hand. A spell that summons demons in it.

"I thought it was someone calling us."

"It turned out to be another undead obsessed with darkness."

"Looks like you have lots of little toys, Undead."

The lich turned his head and saw the red, green and purple dreadlords. They looked two to three meters tall, with pale skin and a burly figure, but they didn't look violent. On the contrary, there was a sense of cunning in their eyes.

It's just that this disapproving attitude is inexplicably reminiscent of the little boss who was pressed to the ground and slapped in the face. At the same time, the black youth also disappeared, and even the Dread Demon King didn't realize its existence at all.

"Yes, I am calling you. To be precise, I am calling the Burning Legion, not you three little characters. Have you seen the fleshy ganoderma behind you? This is an ancient god named Cthulhu here, I have heard that the Burning Legion has vowed to eradicate all the Old Gods, so I ask for your help."

"Are you asking for this attitude? Arrogant undead, do you know that you are facing the Nazrem trio Varimathas, Balnazar, and Deserocco."

"This world is indeed very strange, but you may have made a mistake. We are the conquerors of all worlds, and we are not suitable for mercenaries who are called by you."

"We are the rulers of this sad world, you are just a servant who opened the door for us, don't get it wrong, little undead."

The three dread demon kings showed their teeth and claws, as if they were angered by the words of the lich, but the lich didn't pay attention to these three minions at all. According to the knowledge in Gul'dan's skull, these three fear demon kings could at best be called It's the middle-level figure of the Burning Legion, the kind who can't talk at all, what he wants is an army of hundreds of millions of demons.

"It's you who are confused about the situation? Nazrems, I know you are just the vanguard of the scouting force, but if you want to gain this world, send me troops right away, or call out someone who can talk to you." or you will get nothing, because this Old God will devour everything."

"interesting."

A dreadlord who is taller than the three dreadlords combined appeared behind the three demons. He exuded this strange red light. When he appeared, there were bats and insects flying around him. He seemed smaller than the three dreadlords It seems that the fear of the devil is many times higher.

"I am Tichondrius, Lord Nazrem, tell me, little undead, what are you thinking."

"This world is on the verge of destruction. Instead of letting it be destroyed, it is better to surrender to the Burning Legion. At least there is still a glimmer of life."

The Lich came up with a long-standing rhetoric.

"Are you kidding, these puny humans? The Burning Legion isn't immune to garbage. The only value of these creatures is as fodder for hellhounds."

Detherok, the green dreadlord, sneered.

"Believe me, the humans in this world are more useful than your Mo'arg. They can create more practical war weapons than Mo'arg's magic mechs and battleships."

As soon as the Lich said this, the expressions of the several Dreadlords immediately changed.

"How did you know about the magic mecha!!"

You must know that this is Gul'dan from the expansion pack of the King of Dralo before the orcs crossed over, and it can also be referred to as Gu Erdan for short.During this period of time, the demons have only controlled Draenor and have not touched Lordaeron. It is still decades before the magic mech actually appears on the battlefield. How come the lich in front of them knows this secret weapon, so why don't they surprise them.

"I have my own method, so I will ask you, is the Burning Legion coming? This is the best battlefield to destroy this ancient god. Otherwise, if it is allowed to wreak havoc, I can only create another Dark Portal to lead it to Argus go."

"Are you threatening the Burning Legion, little undead? The Burning Legion never fears threats, because we are threats."

Tichondrius narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone was bad.

"I know your next move to invade Azeroth, but Azeroth is more tenacious than you imagined, why not kill this ancient god first, if the world's 60 billion people are used by you, conquer Azeroth Isn't Xerath more useful?"

"Very interesting undead, your understanding of the Burning Legion far exceeds that of ordinary orcs. At that time, as you said, now the Legion is preparing to invade Azeroth, and there is no time or force to invade such a small marginal world. ..."

But before the words fell, the entire sky seemed to turn into a burning vortex, one after another yellow-green hellfire meteorites fell, and more than that, all kinds of voidwalkers, hellhounds, and the space torn apart by the doomsday guards poured in.

And the most frightening thing is a tall demon with a height of more than a thousand meters, dark green skin, goat hooves, and catfish-like tentacles on his chin. Sea of ​​energy.

"It's a very interesting world, very interesting undead, but what's even more interesting is this ancient god. In the name of the leader of the legion, Sargeras, all ancient gods must be eradicated, no matter what the price is."

The tall demon tore his hands apart, and a big hole was suddenly torn open in the originally empty space, and countless demons rushed in.

"In the name of Archimonde, the polluter, the Burning Legion, come!"

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PS: I would like to add that according to the setting, the positions of Sargeras and the demons of the Burning Legion are still slightly different. For Sargeras, the elimination of all the ancient gods is the main thing, and the conquest and destruction are secondary.For ordinary demons, the most important thing is to conquer and eliminate torture. The so-called elimination of the Old Gods is just a matter of convenience, and only a few people in the Burning Legion know that Sargeras hates the Old Gods.

336. Under the Burning Sky

"Our reporter Rodriguez will broadcast the latest weather for you in front of you. It will be sunny and cloudy today. There will be a resurgence of the old days at noon. Please sit down and prepare for madness. There will be burning rain when the legion descends in the afternoon, everyone please Citizens stay in buildings and don't go out, of course, your house was smashed and there is no place to hide, please let us know your condolences."

"You don't seem nervous at all, and you're even in the mood to joke around."

The black youth sat on the white rattan seat suspended in the air and drank coffee leisurely, and even poured a cup for the lich, completely ignoring the fact that the lich couldn't drink at all, so the lich could only sit and talk.

It's just that in the eyes of other demons, the lich just used magic to sit on the shoulders of the huge silver-white machine girl, and couldn't see the black youth at all.

"Don't report the weather forecast, what can I do now, continue to use the armor to fight melee, since someone is going to fight against Cthulhu, why do I have to fight in person, I don't understand if I shoot the first bird. If you perform too well, you will be used as cannon fodder. "

The lich replied angrily.

And there is indeed no place for him to intervene.

With a wave of Archimonde's hand, the whole sky was on fire. If it was changed to a lich, it would not be able to do it before, and the overwhelming hellfire is even more amazing. Even if it is not as good as the ninth-level magic meteor burst, it will not be too bad. There are many, and tens of thousands of hellfires can destroy a city in an instant.

And that's just an appetizer.

Because the tens of thousands of hellfires fell on the surface of the huge fleshy ganoderma that covered the sky and the sun, but only one piece was burnt in the east and one in the west.The burning hellfire climbed on the fleshy wall before falling down, so that Archimonde frowned.

Then he pulled his hand, and Archimonde, who was over a thousand meters tall, actually opened a purple portal several kilometers in length and width, and countless demons gushed out from the portal.

There are Wrathguards, Eredar Warlocks, Pit Lords, Fel Cannons, Wrath Hounds, Doomguards, and Fel Lords.

In the lead is an abyss demon king with a height of tens of meters. Even other huge abyss demon kings are dwarfed by comparison. Demon King Phi Zhirui charged like a group of tanks.

"Ahahahahaha, I have long been tired of dealing with those weak orcs every day. I didn't expect to find a new powerful enemy when I was free. This glory belongs to me, Mannoroth!!"

This powerful abyssal demon king named Maronus brandished a powerful double-headed sword and let out a terrifying laugh. His huge body like a dragon slammed into the root of the fleshy Ganoderma lucidum. A cut of more than 20 meters in length and width was cut on the fleshy wall, and green evil energy was burning on it, and it couldn't be healed for a while.

Fel energy is the great enemy of all life, whether it is the flesh and blood of ancient gods or mortals, it can burn to nothing.

Not only Maronus, other demons also held weapons and slashed at the fleshy ganoderma that covered the sky, even ordinary demon guards who couldn't add evil energy to their weapons were blessed by the warlocks with green flames, just a moment Bo charged, and the rhizome, which was as thick as a city, was dug out a big hole by the evil energy.

That's not all, after the first wave of charge, it was the fire support of eredar warlocks and fel cannons. The astonishingly large fel flames and hellfire shells bombarded the higher flesh wall, and within a few breaths, Burnt as cratered as the surface of the moon.

At the same time, the doomsday guards raised their hands at the same time, and countless high-temperature fire rain crackled on them. They were not only tyrannical fighters, but also masters of destruction. This kind of large-scale target was simply suitable as a target.

Even more than that.

There were only a few thousand demons attacking in the first wave. Although the momentum was astonishing, it was still too weak for the [-]-[-]-meter-high Ganoderma lucidum. Archimonde was obviously not satisfied with the results of this battle.

He raised his hand and threw a [-]-meter-long evil meteorite over, then raised his other hand high, and a completely distorted dark sphere, like a black hole, also hit the flesh wall.

But the former only smashed out a flesh pit less than five meters deep and more than 30 meters wide, while the latter was quite impressive, devouring flesh and blood within a range of hundreds of meters.

But still a drop in the bucket.

"Should I be praised as the ancient god? It's terrifyingly tenacious, but I see if you can eat this."

Archimonde smiled cruelly. He squatted down, put his hands on the surface of the sea and pulled it, and the sea water was pulled out of an umbrella shape.

That shape, isn't this the Cthulhu that looks like a ganoderma lucidum!

Archimonde looked at the fleshy Ganoderma lucidum model made of sea water, and cast a playful glance at the towering body in front of him. With a giant claw, he crushed the canopy directly!

wow.

A sound resounded as if the sky had fallen, and all the demons looked up, and it turned out that the fleshy umbrella that almost covered the sky shattered into dozens of pieces, falling down with astonishing momentum, and even appeared when it fell. The flame cover that rubbed against the atmosphere was destroyed, and finally all fell into the sea.

The demons cheered loudly.

This is the power of Archimonde. Don't look at him tall. In fact, Archimonde is a super master, or a god-level magic father. In front of him, except for gods, everyone is a chicken tile. Dogs, even Cthulhu, can't stand how many spell attacks he has.

"Is this your secret weapon? Although it seems uncontrollable, it is undeniable that they are indeed very powerful. Little Cthulhu will definitely not be able to sustain being beaten passively like this."

The black youth said so, but his expression was still relaxed, as if he was just watching children fight.

"The premise is to be beaten passively."

The Lich saw something was wrong and added, the black youth smiled and couldn't deny it.

Just when the demon's morale was high, a cloud of burning fire suddenly floated in front of Archimonde's eyes. In the cloud of fire, another red-skinned eredar demon similar to him but more calm appeared. Who is Kil'jaeden, another giant of the Legion!

"My brother, why did you abandon your legion? Now that our plan has just started, we have already made enough preparations. What are you doing in that world?"

"Just a little appetizer before the Great War, my brother. I've endured this invasion of Azeroth long enough, and the plan has been put on hold after the disappearance of that pathetic orc warlock. You let me continue to sit around with nothing to do." Sit on the throne? No, what I want is destruction, what I want is howling, when I want catastrophe, in this weak world, our desire for destruction can be vented, as for the original plan, wait for that orc It won’t be too late for the warlock to find it and go back.”

"But there is no such link in the plan. You are leaving now. What if something goes wrong and affects the invasion of Azeroth? The Burning Legion should not be lost in an insignificant place now."

Kil'jaeden's apparition counseled worriedly that he knew his brother's arrogance all too well.

"Hahaha, loss? What kind of loss can this weak world and weak ancient god bring us? On the contrary, this is the tonic of the Burning Legion. Would you like to come and feast on it?"

Archimonde let out a maniacal laugh that shook the space.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Because countless tentacles protruded from the rhizome of the Ganoderma lucidum, crushing and bursting hundreds of demons, and sparks of evil energy scattered.

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PS: Bulang is called Archimonde (laughs)

337. Devil's Cry

"That's kind of interesting, isn't it?"

Hundreds of demons were crushed by tentacles like buildings. Archimonde didn't take it seriously, but instead had a cruel smile on his face.

"The Burning Legion wiped out more than one planet, and destroyed more than one ancient god. I don't know that there is an ancient god who won't fight back after being beaten. Resist as much as you want, howl, and die in despair!"

Archimonde's powerful voice resounded through the sky.

"Because this world is doomed!"