The Hand of Gul'dan has become the absolute center of the battlefield in Shadowmoon Valley.

After seeing the orcs lift the elemental seal of Draenor despite huge casualties, and finding an elemental prince from Azeroth to help out from nowhere, the demons' offensive suddenly became more violent.

They also seem to know that once the anti-magic coalition is allowed to reactivate the elements of this world, the Legion will lose all advantages in this world.

Victory will be farther and farther away from them.

This is intolerable to the demons. The Burning Legion has been traversing the stars for so long. Apart from Azeroth, when has it ever suffered such injustice?

Under the scolding of demon commanders everywhere, more portals were set up, and demons from all over Draenor were summoned to enter Shadowmoon Valley.

They want to use their best strength in numbers to completely overwhelm the battlefield in front of them, which is already in danger for the anti-demon coalition.

But the demons' actions did not go smoothly, because outside Shadowmoon Valley, those black dragons who always hide their heads and tails actually went out in large numbers and began to block the demons from teleporting everywhere.

Are these black dragons crazy?

Why do they, the destroyers, throw their lives and blood for this damn world?

I really saw a ghost today!

"This is not the way to go."

Prince Kael'thas held the Flame Strike and threw out the scorching magic, just like setting off a big firework, knocking away the magic bats flying in the sky.

The Quel'dorei spellcasters commanded by him formed a position to ensure the safety of the battlefield airspace, and at the same time continuously guided meteorites to fall in a large area to fight against the endless sea of ​​demons around them.

With the aura of wisdom on Kael'thas holding the Ring of the All-Seeing, the magical power of the Quel'dorei casters was greatly enhanced.

Let them create extremely exaggerated results with a very small number of people.

But for a wise man like Kael'thas, he can clearly see that these small victories cannot shake the overall situation on the battlefield.

The demons' numerical superiority is terrifying!

If this delay continues, the anti-magic coalition will undoubtedly lose, even if the orcs successfully release the elements of the world. As a highly accomplished spellcaster, Kael'thas also has research on the elemental field.

He knew very well that with the power of the elemental spirits that had just been released from the long-lasting seal, there was no way they could help the anti-demon coalition fight against an entire world of demons.

"A way to break the situation..."

The Elf Prince scanned the battlefield left and right.

His brain was working as hard as he could, looking for the faint possibility of defeating the devil.

He quickly noticed a "weird" aspect of the demons' all-round offensive. It was in the direction of the battlefield near the Karabo Temple. The number of demons there was particularly small.

But it's not because the demons don't want to attack from that direction, but because that place is already the world of the undead.

The demon sword Frostmourne placed in the Temple of Karabor has continuously awakened the number of local undead to an alarming level.

Two-thirds of the centaur and quilboar warriors hired by Chief Red for this battle have been damaged, and the corpses of all their dead were awakened by the magic sword.

There are more than 30,000 people in these alone.

The awakened undead seem to have no unified command. They just rely on the instinct of hating the living to wander around the battlefield, fighting against all forces that stand in their way.

The undead were so violent that the cruel demons took the initiative to stay away from there.

"That's the key to victory!"

Kael'thas's eyes lit up. The Elf Prince had grasped the only possibility for the victory of the anti-magic coalition, which was the magic sword! If there is a determined person who can sacrifice himself to control that sword...

One's own will has always counted...

"You are thinking something terrible, Kael'thas Sunstrider!"

Just when a rather terrifying idea suddenly appeared in Kael'thas' mind, Xal'atath's cold voice suddenly hit the Elf Prince's mind like a hammer, causing him to wake up instantly.

The ancient sage, who controls the situation with spiritual power, warned:

"In the past ten minutes, including you, seventeen commanders of the Anti-Magic Alliance have had the same idea as you, including even guys like Turalyon who were brainwashed by the Holy Light.

Frostmourne is really powerful, and it is worthy of being regarded as a decisive weapon by the Burning Legion.

Its temptation to the living is as powerful as its control over the dead. Be careful and don't think about those dangerous things. I can tell you clearly that you cannot resist its temptation!

There are too many considerations in your mind and too many burdens on your shoulders. Once you hold the magic sword that can help you wipe out Azeroth, you will instantly become its prisoner.

No, to be precise, you will become a prisoner of the power of death.

Stay here and continue your battle and your mission! The little master has personally dealt with the magic sword. It is not a treasure that you can covet.

You should never touch it."

"Blake went there in person?"

Kael'thas suddenly let out a sigh of relief, obviously he also thought that the magical stinky pirate must have a way to properly handle such a dangerous magic sword.

But the next moment, the prince frowned.

He said to Xal'atath in his spirit:

"But he must hurry up. The demons are increasing their troops. Their numerical advantage is too terrifying."

"Strength in numbers?"

Xal'atath let out a series of sarcastic laughs, and she said arrogantly to Kael'thas:

"No, pathetic little white-faced elf prince, you don't know anything about quantity! No wonder you are always such a girl, look up."

"Um?"

His Royal Highness the Prince raised his head and followed Xal'atath's guidance to look at the northwest skyline of Shadowmoon Valley. At first, he was a little confused because there was nothing there.

But soon, large swaths of black spots appeared in Kael'thas' gaze.

The Elf Prince cast an eagle eye spell on himself, allowing him to see more clearly the "monsters" appearing in the anxious sky full of evil energy and thunder.

The moment he saw those guys clearly, Kael'thas's back was filled with goosebumps.

insect!

It’s all bugs!

All kinds of bugs!

They fly in the sky, they climb over the hills bordering Shadowmoon Valley and Talador, they tunnel through the ground and rush into this fel battlefield.

Led by the Mantid Heroes and Rexxaremar riding behind the Insect Lord, they are rushing into the battlefield in an overwhelming manner, summoned by their dark gods.

Kael'thas didn't even dare to guess how many there were.

But there are definitely many times more than the local demons plus the undead!

"The entire Gorgrond wilderness is regarded as nourishment by my insect swarm. The barren land has been devoured cleanly. Old Garni will shed tears when he enters. The ancient venerable sneered, with a sense of pride and pride.

proud.

At the moment when the swarm came into contact with the demons, Xal'atath spread his dark glory into the barren and miserable hearts of the swarm, causing them to instantly enter the most violent state of destruction.

Like a sickle.

Gently sweeping across a corner of the battlefield, the demons there instantly turned into bones.

"No matter how this world changes, there will always be a part of it that belongs to the ancient sages. The Evergreen Forest will become the heart of the new empire of the swarm.

I will have a temple there of great splendor."

Xal'atath declared prophetically:

"The eternal cycle of reincarnation will restart in Draenor, which will become the home planet of the swarm! And I, I am the heart of the swarm! I am the Dark Lord!

In the words of the little master, I am the Queen of Blades!

Although I don't know what the special meaning of this name is, it sounds quite majestic, so this will be my honorific title from now on.

Kael'thas' whole body was shaking.

He could not imagine what kind of destruction would be caused once such a swarm of insects came to Quel'Thalas. At this moment, he was very grateful to Black for bringing the swarm to Draenor.

It's like adding a lock to the world...

So is this the purpose of that stinking pirate?

The swarm has taken root here. As the master of the swarm, he will naturally become the "King of Draenor". Everything in this world must be controlled and arranged by him.

And after accepting the World Ring, I will also be ordered by him in this world.

"Then, salute to you, Your Majesty."

Kael'thas let out a long sigh, tried his best to remain elegant, and said to Xal'atath:

"When your temple is completed, I will personally go and pay tribute to you."

But there was no voice to respond to him. The arrogant and evil Xal'atas seemed to have noticed something troublesome and had already gone to the other side to "work"

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"Shua"

Blake landed in the dark hall. The moment he arrived, he saw the Frostmourne Demonic Sword suspended on the dark altar, as well as several people standing next to the altar.

Prophet Velen, who is seizing the time to recover his strength, and the demon son who is bound by the chain of holy light beside him, as well as the Hissari Black Crow, who is blocking the altar, and is walking towards the altar, all covered with flesh and blood residue.
To be continued...