Chapter 687

"Step, step, step."

The low voice sounded in the dark hall, mixed with the sound of opening the door. It was rough, but in this absolutely quiet place, it seemed so abrupt and conspicuous.

This is not the first time that Kil'jaeden has stepped into the deepest part of antorus, into this hall shrouded in darkness, but it is certain that the great devil would never want to come to this place.

Kil'jaeden's wings are closed behind his body. His red tail swings and swings, which represents the owner's unhappy mood at this time. Krokun's confrontation has been going on for 40 days! Damn 40 days! But the place is still solid, Kil'jaeden even tried to attack himself, but the combination of Veron and Dick made him come back in vain three times.

The ruins of Makelele have also been broken down. Although the emergency war council recovered the most important portal area three hours later, the area has been seriously damaged. Moreover, the death knights don't know how to persuade the stubborn legion of light. Now the hidden mice are pouring out... The battle of Makelele has begun.

"What a terrible situation!"

The fraudster walked in the dark, his dark green eyes flashed a trace of ferocity and helplessness. Although he didn't like Archimonde, he now extremely hoped that the guy was still alive, at least quickly revived, because the lack of high-end combat effectiveness was the most important reason for the 40 days of humiliation and failure!

The expeditionary dranojevo lost high-level demon commanders such as malonos, brutalus, and Kazak. Even though they were injured, Archimonde was killed in the void by Medivh with his last power pit a few years ago, and has not yet been fully revived.

Although there are a large number of governors in antorus, none of them can confront Dick and the damned Odin. Macare's undead army is beyond Kil'jaeden's expectation. Hasabel died on the spot, the creator was rescued, and the destruction witch entrusted by Sargeras will disappear. At present, it seems that there is a great possibility of death.

In the early days of the expeditionary army's attack, Kil'jaeden did not believe that he would fail, but now he has tasted the bitter fruit of failure. What he is most frustrated about is that although he has the decisive weapon in his hand, the big devil can't use it. Launching large star ships on the ground in the form of AGUS, 70% of them will cause disastrous consequences.

"It's like shooting mice in a glass house!"

The big devil sighed. In front of this difficult situation, he must find a way to pick Dick and Odin out of the shell like defense line, so as to expel those bastards who are not afraid of death.

The Legion wins in quantity. Although the opposite iron and steel Legion is not afraid and will not retreat, even if it is the last one, it has to fight tenaciously. But under the absolute advantage, more than 100 times of the quantity advantage, as long as the two tough bastards are killed, the Legion is invincible in this world!

"Just find an opponent that they can't care about, Azeroth? Hum... Wait, no matter what plot you have! The next expedition, a charge... Will level you! "

Kil'jaeden murmured to himself that varagal's sudden appearance at first gave him the feeling that he wanted to rescue the Titan spirit of the creator. However, when they began to fight in crokuhn and macare, the intelligent great devil immediately realized the meaning behind this action.

They are more like vanguard, with self sacrifice in exchange for something, such as precious time... That world is preparing for a war!

Can't believe it?

A civilization that has just left the ground is ready to attack Argus, the headquarters of the powerful Burning Legion, in a cross Galaxy expedition. However, Kil'jaeden does not think this is ridiculous. The failure of the sharkand war has clearly told him that the king of Outland has mastered the correct use of the sagritte keystone, Although the world is inferior, the real star fleet also has the strength to fight against the Legion.

If we look at Azeroth from the perspective of the past, we will suffer. Kil'jaeden has suffered enough from the death of several high-level demons!

This expeditionary force of only 2W has been under the siege of millions of demons for 40 days, which has sounded an alarm for him. It is enough to show how large the scale of the coming war is. Kil'jaeden has noticed the danger, and he must eliminate this hidden danger as soon as possible.

So he came here, in the deepest part of antoru, in the hall of the dead sword.

This is not a good place. Even Kil'jaeden, a demon of this level, will feel uncomfortable when walking here. He looked around and found that the darkness here is very strange. It can not be illuminated with a torch. It is more like actively devouring all the light, just like having a self life.

It's very quiet here, but Kil'jaeden knows that this kind of silence is just an appearance, and it's actually a very noisy place... It's just that he can't hear it, or that the owner doesn't want him to hear it, and he doesn't want to hear it himself, which is invisible but almost immune to it, which makes him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Yes, he didn't want to hear it.

"Step, step, step"

The sound of low footsteps continued to ring in the hall of broken sword. At the moment of reaching the center, a deep breath sounded like a giant swallowing water.

"Hoo..."

The sound broke the silence of the hall, just like a seal was opened, the complete silence was torn, noisy, inaudible, like thousands of people whispering at the same time, the sound exploded in the deepest heart of Kil'jaeden, his power was useless, could not stop, that kind of whispering made the fire in the eyes of the great devil suddenly rise, and then quickly fall.

"Fura... It's so hard every time I come here. I really hate this place. I don't know how you insist on it. Are you interested in telling me the way?"

Kil'jaeden's voice was like a greeting between old friends, but it was full of malice. The low breathing voice converged a little bit. After a moment, the violent, indescribable sense of fragmentation, the mixed malice and unimaginable madness in the voice almost came.

"Get out of here!"

With the sound of the master's manic, the invisible darkness is also dispelled at this moment, but it is more like being taken back by the breathing existence. The dark red flame lights up the interior of the hall, but the flame is not just ignited. In fact, it always exists, but all the light is swallowed by the darkness.

The creation style of the hall is definitely not the rough or twisted style of the devil, nor the dark green of evil energy, but a rust like dark red. On both sides of the hall are sculptures with sword blades, but they are two broken swords. At the bottom of the hall is a complex pattern, which seems to have some special meaning.

But the most striking thing is the presence on the burning steel throne at the edge of the hall.

He's a giant of steel.

He is wearing a helmet like Odin's wing helmet, which is like a steel door. He is wearing a very light soldier's armor, without shoulder armor. In terms of the shape of a steel creature, he is more like a naked upper body. His skin is cracked. In the chest and shoulders, the blood flow like magma can be seen inside the lacerated wound.

He leans on the throne, his fists and the armor of his legs. It's a sharp and ferocious flame barb. When the great devil looks at it, it's like seeing an insurmountable peak. There's jealousy, greed and resentment in his eyes!

This attitude can't hide from those sensitive people, especially the presence in front of them. When he opens his eyes, what ignites in his pupils is the real pillar of fire, which is the real tyranny. His expression is very calm, but the calmer it is, the more strange it will be with this chaotic and bad atmosphere.

It's like a lunatic.

"Get out of here... Or be torn up by me!"

The deep voice rang out in the hall. The giant sitting on the burning steel throne didn't move, even his expression didn't change. The voice appeared out of thin air.

"In order to cast this body for you... I almost hollowed out my world."

Kil'jaeden did not leave. Instead, he rubbed his chin with his sharp claws and walked up and down the earth in front of the giant. "Sargeras said that you are the most important link in restoring world order. Although I can't see the use of a spirit of Titan who is weak to the extreme and still pulled into the dark, I'm willing to believe him again."

The great devil looked up at the giant sitting on the throne, nearly 10 meters high,

"Listen, agrama, fallen into the darkness of Titan, for you, I destroyed my world, now it's time for you to show your use, Azeroth invader... Azeroth, you know? The planet with star spirit and must be destroyed. Yes, the invaders from there have come to Argus. There are two very difficult problems in it... "

"Oh... The great Kil'jaeden has an opponent he can't fight?"

The voice sounded at this moment, full of a certain irony, "it sounds like you've given up."

The great devil didn't care. He spread out his hands and talked,

"I admit that I can't beat them. There's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm different from Archimonde. Pure power is of little use to me. Besides, isn't it with you? Great agrama, I can't wait to see you break through their direction and bring them scenes of destruction and death. "

"Tut Tut, originally a symbol of hope and future, Titan has now become a messenger of death and destruction. This is really ironic, isn't it?"

Kil'jaeden was like trying to irritate the giant in front of him. He took two steps forward and his voice was even lower,

"Don't struggle, agrama, you've fallen into the dark. You're not the guardian of the Pantheon. You're a dog of Sargeras now... Of course, me too... I don't deny that, but don't show off your firm will in front of me, damn it! You bastard

"Bang"

Kil'jaeden's fist hit agrama's leg. He breathed quickly. The big devil didn't know why he was so angry and couldn't control his emotions every time he saw agrama.

"Hoo... Hoo... In three days, I'm going to see krokun become a piece of scorched earth. Go, agrama, the deathmaker. I have to go back to deal with other things. Let's see you in the battlefield of destruction."

The devil took back his fist, but as he turned around, the voice of thousands of people sounded again. It was agrama's voice, which sounded like a guy who was extremely tired.

"You hate me because Sargeras ordered you to destroy your world and rebuild the body of Titans... I know that, Kil'jaeden. You can't cheat me. You love your world. Even if you say it's meaningless, I can see that you love it... You regret it, don't you?"

"Bang"

Kil'jaeden did not answer. Instead, he strode out of the hall and shut the door.

It's meaningless that he doesn't regret after that... He destroyed his own world by himself, and it's meaningless to love or not.