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"I feel a little uncomfortable..."

Standing on the edge of the slowly opened spaceship landing, wearing a heavy gas mask, Kane. Sunfury felt the intense wind in front of him. Between the long hair flying, he said to Allelle around him:

"This is not the same as the battle we fought before."

"Don't make this joke!"

The Soul Eater chick screwed on Kane's arm fiercely:

"I don't want to stab you with my own hands!"

"Do not talk!"

The commander of the Illidari commando, Oturis, turned his head and glared fiercely at Kane. The demon hunter, who had followed Illidan for the longest time, held a sharp blade in his hands, he shouted:

"Remember your mission! This is a battlefield of vital importance. Your life is very precious. Don't waste it here!"

"Ready for airborne combat!"

"Wow"

With the spacecraft landing gate fully opened, Oturis was the first to run forward. Hundreds of demon hunters followed him without fear, rushed to the moment of landing at the moment of landing, jumped in and jumped into Niskala and Azeroth are in very different air.

According to the posture during training, Kane put his hands on his body and let his body glide forward at a faster speed in the air. In the air in front of the demon hunter, the smoky dark green mist was constantly blown by the wind At this height, these scattered mists will make his bare skin feel a slight tingling, but it will not hurt his life strengthened by evil energy.

A grumpy voice roared in his mind, eager for blood and crazy killing.

That's the demon hunter's heart demon, the existence that every demon hunter must adapt to. From the day the demon hunter's career was born, these dark warriors not only had to fight against the enemy, but also against themselves. No longer strong, once the heart has a loophole, they will soon be defeated by the demon...

"Shut up! You shit!"

Kane scolded fiercely. In the falling wind, he quickly landed to a height of only a few hundred meters from the ground. Kane's hands opened suddenly at this moment, accompanied by the flow of evil energy, a pair of huge His black wings spread behind his back, and the collision of the devil's wings and the air made Kane's landing speed suddenly slow down, just like a raven passing through the air.

Kane flapped his wings, and in the perception of ghost vision, he followed Oturis in front and quickly fell towards the predetermined battlefield.

The narrow vision of the gas mask does not affect the battle of the demon hunters. These dark warriors sacrificed their eyes in order to gain power. They have already relied on their eyesight to fight.

Behind Kane, as the Fel Maul spacecraft continued to cruise at high speed over Niskala, teams of devil hunters descended from the sky, just like the death of the world covered by the death plague. Like an angel.

The demon hunters perform a rear raid battle. They want to occupy several important facilities in Niskara from the rear. The first is the communication portal and communication system between the demon stronghold and other worlds, as long as the demon can not achieve a good Exchange, then under the tactical division of the plague wash, these demons will lose the possibility of cooperative combat.

The second task of the demon hunters is to kill the demon commanders in a targeted manner, so that Niskala’s demon command system can quickly collapse.

It is impossible for the plague to kill all demons. The Dark Alliance's highest assessment of the plague's kill rate is only 40%, which means that it can only kill up to one-third of the demons, not even this number.

But the dead bodies of the demons could become the help of the dark coalition.

In front of the stronghold of the Demon Base in Niskala, the death knights and liches who have airborne here have begun to manipulate the demon walking dead. Under the order of Lord Kurtaz, there are several in just ten minutes. The tide of demonic corpses takes shape in the four directions of Niskala. The death knight does not need to precisely manipulate the movement trajectories of these brainless walking corpses. Illidan won enough time.

The walking corpses formed after the death of the devil are also difficult to manipulate for a long time. The power of death and evil energy are competing for the control of these corpses repeatedly. The confrontation and annihilation of the two forces will weaken the integrity of the corpses. According to the previous live experiments See, the demon walking corpse exists for a maximum of 8-12 hours, and then the bones break down due to the energy conflict within the body and can no longer act.

But in 8 hours, this had already formed the tide of corpses that swept the entire Niskala.

The Warlocks of the Dark Reaper were also assigned tasks, just as the four warlocks of Ubeka did in the scar of fissures. These warlocks were scattered in all directions throughout Niskara. By all means, creating chaos in the huge demonic community, even the Warlock Kel'Thuzad even personally participated in it.

This crazy guy used a super-large-scale "catastrophe" spell, combined with a scepter of destruction that could easily tear open the space, and blasted the land of Niskala, cut off a main road and removed it from Nice. Carla "cut" on the continental shelf and threw a hill-sized ground into the dead stars.

The movement was so loud that most of the demons on this land instinctively moved towards the triple defense line that was attacked at the same time without command, and under the endless blows of the Dark Alliance, The demons of Niskala were quickly diverted away, and the horrible wave of demonic corpses quickly overwhelmed the demons' first replay line.

Any warrior familiar with the tactics of the Undead Sea knows that once the Undead Sea takes shape, the next thing to do is nothing more than a simple **** model of "slaughter-transform-slaughter-transform".

And the souls of the demons who died because of the plague will not be thrown back to the twisted void, because Niskala is in the twisted void, here, the demon is dead, it is really dead, and their souls, It will be collected by the warlocks using the soul-draining magic as a casting material.

After being awakened, the dead body was filled with the instinctive disgust and greedy appetite of the living by the power of death. The bodies of these demons became grievous and twisted, not much stronger than mortalized mortals, but because These guys have extremely strong physical qualities and are awakened after death. The impact of the corpse tide, regardless of casualties, is simply brave and irresistible.

After the first round of defense was broken, the fierce artillery positions set up in the Niskala Fortress area fired violently. Obviously, the demons stuck to this felt the threat. They began firing artillery regardless of the enemy and the enemy. The artillery fire is more fierce than the firepower of the Dark Blade Legion. Under the continuous attack of the dark green flames and bombs of these evil artillery, the surging tide of corpses was barely contained.

It's a pity that the demons were desperately holding onto the front, but couldn't take care of the back anymore.

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"boom"

In the deepest part of the Niskala demon position, in front of a fel fortress washed by blood by the demon hunters, the shackled witch Agatha, with her hands in hand, verified her identity, and the treasury door closed tightly in front of her opened.

This requires the rank above the high-level adjutant of the legion to open the magic gate, together with several internal prohibitions, are completely disintegrated in front of the enemy traitors. The treasure trove of fraudsters has been opened to the warriors of Azeroth.

A bit of helplessness flashed in the eyes of the destructive witch who became a prisoner. She turned sideways and made a "please" gesture to the demon hunter waiting behind her. Illidan did not care about the trace of resentment on the demon face. Hundreds of demon hunters are surrounded, and unless this witch-destructive witch seeks death, she will not move her mind.

"The hand of the fearless is here."

As Illidan stepped up the stairs, the witch who broke the witch suddenly said:

"But you have to be careful, the demon hunter, there are no enemies in this treasure house, your biggest enemy is the war blade itself, I have seen how easily it shreds the devil trying to control its devil, I hope you will not become New victim."

"To shut up!"

The victim Auturius yelled, but at the next moment, Illidan raised his hand to stop the victim's yell, Illidan stroked the dark green war blade in his hand. He followed him during the war and witnessed how he faced Sargeras and how he walked on the road of evil and darkness. This war blade was like another him.

Tough, stubborn, tenacious, unyielding.

"It's time to separate, old friend."

Illidan's fingers were stroking on this blade, he lifted it on his forehead, and pressed the cold blade against his skin, just like saying goodbye to an old friend, the cold blade seemed to feel the sword-holder Inner will, it buzzed, as if responding to Illidan's determination.

"Whether I can come back or not, we have to say goodbye..."

"Shit, Shit"

This sharp blade turned outwards, as if it had taken the initiative to get rid of Illidan's hands. It was like a real warrior. After knowing that he could no longer keep up with Illidan's footsteps, it did not want to become Illidan's burden. It In this way, to say goodbye to your friends and your master.

The power of Azzinoth wrapped around the blade inserted into the ground like a flame. The noisy fiery fire enveloped the war blade, and it became silent, just like waiting for the next hunter to pull it out .

Illidan turned around. He looked at O'Tulis, the demon hunter who had followed him for the longest time. He said to O'Tulis:

"Don't let it down!"

After speaking, Illidan walked into the treasure house shrouded in darkness and evil energy without looking back. In the sky of Niskala, the fog of the plague floating into the sky was blown by the cold wind in the air. After the fusion of molecules, it fell from the sky in the form of highly toxic acid rain and enveloped the entire Niskala in this deadly raindrop.

All the demon hunters are standing quietly, they are waiting for their leader to return, they are also paying attention to this inheritance.

Belongs to the inheritance of the demon hunter.

"Kane, come here!"

In the majestic acid rain, the victim yelled in a low voice, and the young demon hunter who was called by the name froze for a moment, but was soon pushed by the soul eater around him, and he stepped forward with a daze. In the gaze of hundreds of companions, Oturis lifted himself with a 10,000-year-old Warblade in both hands. He stood in front of Kane Sunfury, and he was taller than Kane.

"I didn't think you were good. I think you are just a brother who came to the battlefield for gilding. I don't think you can be a good hunter, but it turns out that I was wrong."

Alturis was not a man of many words, nor a person who was good at expressing emotions. He handed the black war blade in his hands that had drunk the blood of countless demons towards Kane. He said:

"This war blade is not expensive, but it has witnessed my past, as your mentor...I will give it to you, and may it also witness your rise! You are destined to make a career!"

The cold raindrops hit Kane's body, and the young high elf didn't know what to say.

Just as Alturis didn’t like him, he didn’t like Alturis either. He thought that the old elf was always aimed at him and had an untimely stubbornness, but now, feeling the chilling sword in front of him, Kane didn't know how to respond, so he silently reached out to catch the heavy black war blade.

Alturis said that it is not precious, that is just self-effacing.

In the battle of the ancients more than 10,000 years ago, the number of demon hunters who followed Illidan was not large. Each of the weapons was selected by Illidan from the devil's booty. This pair of battle blades may be It is indeed not as precious as the Blade of Azzinoth or the Hand of the Intrepid, but it is definitely not a general thing.

Kane was holding the war blade, standing in the icy acid rain, and Oturis, with his hands free, stepped forward, holding the Esinus War Blade interlaced on the ground, and touching it with his fingers. At the moment of Illidan's war blade, the scorching fiery fire roared around his hands, arms, and body.

The scorching horror temperature is like the test of the sword of the Azzinoth to the sword bearer. Oturis silently endured the burning of the fierce fire, and the thick hunting devil pattern on his body. One by one was lit, and the sharp devil aura lingered around his body, steaming down the falling acid rain, just like smoke.

After more than ten seconds, accompanied by a cry from Alturis, this heavy and dark green war blade was lifted high by him, and a pair of huge black wings suddenly opened behind him. This scene made all the demons onlookers The hunters were full of blood, and they shouted the names of the victims. The shouting voice made the demon servants who followed them also fear.

Here, in the land of demons, another legion of Illidari’s Legion is truly completed!

Since then, no one can kill them!

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