Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 808, Section 21: The Classic Event "Battle of Antoran" Rerun - An Ultimate Feast of Force Manipulation

It must be said that the swarm's "service attitude" is quite impressive.

Less than ten minutes later, when Kil'jaeden arrived with his "repentant" demon commanders, the entire hall of the portal hub had been "cleaned" spotless.

Not to mention bones, there wasn't even a trace of blood left. It was so clean, it was as if a swarm of insects had licked it inch by inch.

Of course, the hundreds of commanders and high-ranking members of the "Demon Sisters" faction who were originally staying here were also looted.

Hassabel's iconic Twisting Nether Scepter floats in the center of the platform. This "downgraded" version of Sargeras' Scepter seems to be a final "gift" left by the "escaped" female demons to the demons who chose to stay here.

"Before the elders of the Destruction Witches fled, they released the two Fallen Titans that were nearly fully hatched."

Kil'jaeden stepped forward, grasped the Twisted Nether Scepter, and turned to Lord Man'ari and the high demon lords behind him, saying:

"You all heard it when you came over. The roars of Aman'Thul and Kaz'goroth are already echoing across the Burning Throne. With them in command, no matter how ferocious the Eredar undead are, they are destined not to be able to breach this city."

Of course, the other party came prepared.

There are already more than twelve Moon Gods of War appearing in the Antoran Wastes, and the angelic legions from the High Heavens are also assisting the raging undead.

Those released Titan souls could not stand idly by while the fallen Titans wreaked havoc, and there was also the Argus Lord... cough cough, I mean, the Argus Star Soul who chose to stand on the side of mortals.

So don't expect the two Fallen Titans to buy us much time!

To survive today's 'counterattack' from the Eredar, we need even more demons!
Therefore, I command you!

Kil'jaeden stared at the demon lords behind him, each with a different expression and gaze.

It didn't care about those stares at all, and said loudly:

"I demand that you immediately gather all the demons that are still alive on the entire land of Argus!"

I will fix this scepter to the Burning Throne, redirecting them to the portals leading here. You may recruit and assemble as you please. When Velen's army of the dead reaches the walls of the Burning Throne, I have only one request!

The conquerors paused.

Those eyes, burning with the same emerald flames of destruction as Sargeras', swept over the demons before it, and it said in a more emphasizing tone:

"I only want the most insane, most determined, most stubborn, and most promising demons to join this ultimate war that will inevitably be recorded in the annals of the Twisted Nether."

You have gathered here the most unyielding and stubborn demons, and I will lead them to form the most ferocious Burning Legion in this final battle of Argus.

I will lead you to face the mockery and slaughter of the Death faction, and I will lead you to the finish line of victory.

Right here in the Burning Legion's stronghold in the Twisting Nether, right here in this sea of ​​stars filled with destruction, I will bring you a miracle, I will present the most perfect 'farewell performance' for Lord Sargeras who will one day arrive.

Yes.

"That's what He hired me for in the first place, how can I let Him down?"

The clean hall was deathly silent.

A sudden gust of cold wind blew by, causing even the most stubborn demon leader to shiver.

They weren't particularly good at thinking, but even the dumbest of them sensed something was wrong at this moment. At this point, did the conquerors still want to stage a desperate counterattack in this "inevitable defeat"?

This sounds incredible.

Given Kil'jaeden's wisdom, shouldn't he have taken his remaining forces and moved them to the Twisting Nether to try and make a comeback someday?

This stubbornness is unlike the usual behavior of this demonic leader.

Meanwhile, the more intelligent Man'ari had already lowered their heads, trembling with fear. They seemed to have guessed what Kil'jaeden was going to do, but none of them dared to speak out at this moment.

How could this place where demons gather be so clean?

And that dimensional portal still swaying behind Kil'jaeden looks strange no matter how you look at it. It doesn't look like an escape route to the Twisting Nether at all; it looks more like a door to "real hell."

"I think we should retreat."

Finally, one of the Ereduin lords spoke the minds of all the demon lords present.

It mustered the courage to refute Kil'jaeden, but unexpectedly, the Conqueror waved his hand and said:
"It's alright, you can leave if you want. Anyway, the gate to the Twisting Nether has already been opened for you."

Kil'jaeden turned to the side and gestured for Lord Ereduin, who was trying to retreat, to "please." The latter, true to his reputation as a reckless demon, grabbed the Blade of Doom and charged towards the path leading back to the Twisting Nether without a word.

It jumped in, and then remained silent.

A moment later, a massive demon head, flattened and half-digested, was spat out and landed at Kil'jaeden's feet, staining the clean place with a trace of grime.

Bang.

The sound of that thing crashing down was like a war drum, striking the hearts of all the great demons present, making the faces of the Manari even paler.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what bad luck."

Kil'jaeden made a strange trilling sound and shook his head, saying:

"I have heard that the demon leaders who claim to have won a glorious victory in the Twisting Nether war have declared that they have completely destroyed the Void Swarm's rampage in the demon realm."

Well, it seems this battle report is heavily inflated.

There are so many planets in the Twisting Nether, and this unlucky thing just happened to choose the place that was once again ravaged by the Zerg swarm. I remember it was one of the leaders of those Blood War faction demons, wasn't it?

Well, this is the kind of situation where someone lies to the point that they themselves believe it.

They reaped what they sowed.

The Great Demon Lord smiled.

It kicked that disgusting thing away, then looked up again at the great demons before it, and asked meaningfully:

"Now, who else wants to leave?"

"puff"

A female Man'ari lord rushed out, knelt at Kil'jaeden's feet, and, weeping bitterly, clung to the conqueror's legs, asking pitifully:
"Is it too late for me to join the Repentant Ones?"

"It's too late."

Kil'jaeden reached out and wiped away the weak tears of the wicked demon lord, saying gently:

"Don't have any illusions about our fate, child. You and I will definitely go to hell."

But look, since you chose to become a demon and poured all your passion into the cause of destruction, then you should have more backbone when the end comes.

Nobody forced you.
Go ahead.

Summon the most hardened, ferocious, and elite demons here. I will lead you and the undead of Velen to perform our final show in this ancient city.

If you behave well enough, we'll meet again in the Eredar's hell. If you're neither Eredar nor demons, then you'll spend the next hundred thousand years in misery, enduring the wrath of the Twisting Nether.

It patted Lord Namanari on the head and said:
"Whether a saint or a villain, one can be cunning and cruel, insidious and vicious, able to save the world and bring glory to the universe, but one cannot be a spineless and irresponsible person."

This is an opportunity!
Perhaps the evil energy will bless you.

If you truly believe that being a depraved demon is happier than being a good person...
What are you all standing there for?

The Conqueror kicked away Lord Man'ari, who was clinging to its leg and weeping in repentance, and roared at the other trembling demon lords:

"Didn't you hear my command?"
Either fight the final battle here, or go back to the Twisting Nether to become food for the Zerg swarm. The choice is yours.

Die at the hands of the undead, die under the holy flames, die in the moonlight, die from arcane roars, die from the swarm's stomach, or gain eternal life in fel energy!
You all have to choose a way to die.

Go ahead.

Don't keep my brothers waiting, and don't keep me, who longs for hell, waiting!

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"I can understand why the Eredar are so passionate about this final battle. Seeing those Eredar sacrificing their lives to reclaim their homeland makes me, as a warrior, feel excited too. It is an honor for a warrior to go to the battlefield with such good men!"

But I don't understand why these mages are so agitated too.

Following Velen's "Vengeful Necromancer," Garrosh, thoroughly enjoying the wave of creeps, grumbled as he led his wolf riders to wipe out a group of demons attempting to break through.

The esteemed King Mag'har wore a battle crown symbolizing his "Khan" title. He carried a weapon that constantly emitted the roar of war and blood howls, and glanced sideways at the Dalaran floating island before him, which was dazzling on the battlefield, constantly shooting out various destructive spells.

The arcane mages from Azeroth are making no attempt to hide their abilities today; they are currently using the arcane destruction devices beneath their mana-filled floating islands to clear any obstacles on the ground for the undead's advance.

In the past ten minutes, the number of forging camps destroyed by the mages of Dalaran has exceeded five.

Those guys seem to have an inexhaustible supply of magic power today.

This left Xiaohou extremely puzzled.

It wasn't just Dalaran; even their Highmaul Hold in Draenor, under Mar'gok's command, mimicked Dalaran's attack pattern, unleashing arcane destruction upon the ground.

The two-headed ogre wizards roared incessantly and unleashed savage Mok'Nathal beast kings onto the ground, turning the battlefield into a "savage zoo" overrun by all sorts of wild beasts. Especially after Rexxar released the rampaging devilsaur he had captured from Dazar'alor, which was said to have Rezan's bloodline, the bloody battlefield of Argus became like "Crazy Jurassic Park."

The giant monster, with the help of Rexxar and Misha, had already killed a Scorched Hound, much to the regret of the Blood Ring warlocks beside Garrosh.

They had originally intended to enslave the ferocious, scorched hound as a gift for the chief.

As is widely known, the sophisticated orc warlock Yolin Deadeye has always desired a Scorched Hound as his "demon baby".

Faced with Roar's confusion, the Sun King, advancing alongside his warriors, gracefully unleashed a burst of enlivened phoenix flames, engulfing a demon watchtower, and then softly explained:
"Today, what roars in Argus is not only death, nor only the Holy Light. The collective mobilization of the Night Gods represents the will of life, while the arcane echoes of Dalaran and Highmaul are the first time that the arcane force has officially made its voice heard in the Star Sea Conflict after tens of thousands of years of silence."

Your Majesty Khan, you don't really believe that arcane power doesn't have the concept of 'blessing', do you?

'Infinite Magic' is just one part of the blessing of arcane power!
If you'd like to learn more about this, I can demonstrate for you how powerful an Arcane Master can become when we encounter a formidable foe later, after all the 'Mythical Super Magical Traits' are temporarily unlocked today.

The Great Demon is nothing more than a plaything of the arcanists.

"Hmph, all flash and no substance!"

Xiaohou Rui commented:
"It's simpler and faster to just swing an axe like Gorehowl. But I still have a question. We orcs came here to avenge our world. What are you humans, dwarves and elves doing here?"
Is it merely to uphold the majesty of arcane magic?

He looked at Emperor Lothar and the Sun King beside him, as well as the dwarf King Magni and Prince Muradin, and said sarcastically:

"Shouldn't you guys be playing 'low-elo' games in Krokun or Macare? With your small group, you wouldn't even make a ripple in the current Antoran battlefield."

"Stupid orcs, what do you know!"

The hot-tempered dwarf prince Muradin brandished his warhammer and battle axe, shouting:
“We dwarves have come to rescue our forging god Khaz'goroth. We know that Titan is suffering on the Burning Throne. Tch, what bad luck. I guess I'll end up in the same place as these stinking orcs.”

"Who are you calling smelly? You short, stout fellow reeking of alcohol."

Xiao Hou retorted angrily, but then asked in confusion:

"Aren't you the chosen ones? When did the relationship between the Supreme Star Soul and the Titans become so good that he would actively rescue you? Or do you dwarves actually have the audacity to betray the Supreme Star Soul and worship a Titan?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Magni, his beard bristling and eyes wide, rebuked:

"Our reverence for Khaz'goroth's craftsmanship in forging the world does not conflict with our following in the footsteps of Mother World. The dwarves' veneration of the god of forging is merely a symbol of craftsmanship! Only by mastering the various skills of the god of forging can we better serve the great cause of Mother World."

But how can I expect an orc's mind to comprehend such a complex concept?

Neither the human emperor nor the Sun King participated in the debate between the dwarves and orcs. Lothar put down his telescope and said to Kael'thas beside him with a serious expression:

"The demons of Antorus, the Burning Throne, are absolutely insane. They enjoy killing each other even more than they do invading the material world. They truly deserve the title of 'Children of Destruction,' finding such pleasure in destroying their own kind."

"Who says it's not?"

Kael'thas shrugged, gazing at the battlefield ravaged by the deathly winds of Frostmourne, and murmured:

"The power of the Eredar's 'White Death God' has clearly surpassed that of a demigod. Although the three gods of death share the same power of death, this does not represent their true combat strength."

The more favored the prophet Velen was in the Holy Light, the more extravagant the gifts he received after embracing death.

I can hardly imagine how the Eredar people of later generations will describe him, but in our time, we will never find a soul as sublime as his.

"Yes, the prophet has given everything for his people; this is the true demeanor of a leader."

Losa stroked his stubble and said:

"He is the Holy Spirit in the light, and the sage after death. We have come here today to follow and record the legend of this white-clad death god, the racial death god. Perhaps we should also think more about this for our own people and race."

As leaders guiding the people in this extraordinary world, we cannot only consider the glory of our subjects in life, but also their dignity in death.

To put it bluntly, these two guys came here to conduct "field research," intending to refer to the Eredar people's process of creating their racial Grim Reaper in order to create a similar symbol for their people.

After all, in this era, information about the mysterious Shadow Realm is no longer a secret. In the era after the collapse of the destiny led by the Eternal Arbiter and before the establishment of a new order in the Realm of Death, without the protection of the Death Gods of each race, the dead of all races are destined to wander in the Shadow Realm.

As monarchs on earth, they had to consider these things.

Just as they were talking, two roars that echoed across the battlefield rang out one after the other from the trembling Burning Throne, and the two dwarf warriors immediately became excited.

Muradin shouted, his beard bristling and eyes wide:

“My forging hammer is vibrating! The god of craftsmen, Khaz'goroth, has awakened! He is there, on the throne of demons, and we must rouse him from the temptation of fel energy.”

"You go ahead!"

Xiaohou waved his hand and said:
"We have another evil god to slay. How should I put it? Let's wish each other a pleasant 'god-slaying' today."

(End of this chapter)