The Twisting Nether, Argus.

As the original home of the eredar and draenei, Argus lies on the border of the Twisting Nether and the Endless End.

Although the utopian society on the planet Argus once had residents who were extremely intelligent and proficient in magic. But now, Argus has long been distorted by the demonic energy of chaos, and has become the headquarters and capital of the Burning Legion.

The original indigenous Eredar were also divided into two factions. One faction refused to join the Legion and followed Velen into exile. These Eredar called themselves Draenei, and the other faction followed the Legion and became the nobles among the demons.

Under the long-term corruption of demons, this place has become infinitely close to being part of the Twisting Nether, and the evil energy is even abundant enough to have the effect of twisting the Nether.

Yet in this evil world, Kil'jaeden the Deceiver, one of the two commanders of the Burning Legion, is now angry.

Gul'dan, the warlock he favored died, and he died miserably. If it weren't for the soul stone to protect his soul, he would be looking for the next target now.

"What a useless piece of trash." Kil'jaeden rarely lost his composure.

Gul'dan in other parallel worlds at least succeeded in forming the Shadow Council. This world is so good that he just killed himself.

Although Kil'jaeden knew that there would be some differences between parallel worlds, Gul'dan in this timeline was definitely the worst one he had ever led.

Headache.

What else could Kil'jaeden say? Give up Gul'dan and borrow one from the next universe? Fortunately, the orc warlock left his soul stone before going to the Throne of Elements, otherwise Kil'jaeden would have to spend some time resurrecting him.

Kil'jaeden said nothing and did not recite any spells. He just stretched out his fingers and moved them in the void in front of him, as if opening a space door. But just like that, fluctuations of mana began to surround his palms. Rotating, a suction force from the devil brought Gul'dan's hidden soulstone in Draenor to Kil'jaeden.

Under the unimaginable spell, the soul stone left by Gul'dan gradually cracked. With Kil'jaeden's gesture, a soul tremblingly emerged from the broken soul stone. Nourished by the power of evil, he Slowly transform into a human form.

With the Soul Stone, Kil'jaeden easily resurrected the dead Gul'dan.

Where is this?

Gul'dan looked around at the surrounding environment. There was no desert, no forest, no lush grassland, no cold snowfield.

Some are just cracked earth that turned into rift valleys, and lava flowing with evil energy gathered into rivers. Looking down from the sky, the entire world was broken into three continents, but no matter which continent it was, it exuded the atmosphere of corruption and depravity. .

Atop the faintly visible remains of the sacred city, ruthless demons sit and lash out at desperate souls.

Mountains filled with crystals turned into valleys made of sharp rocks, and arcane palaces were engraved with all kinds of runes filled with evil thoughts.

In the secret chambers and cages made of flames and bones, countless enemies of the Legion were wailing in them.

From time to time, twisted monsters with human faces can be seen wandering on the ground.

In the face of this hell on earth, even Gul'dan felt that Kil'jaeden and his legion were a little too extreme.

What a hell look.

"Gul'dan." Kil'jaeden's voice was extremely inconsistent with his devilish face. If you just listened to this soft voice, you would even think that he was a kind and benevolent elder.

But Gul'dan knew who his master was. A little guy like him was so evil. How could such a big demon be a good man?

Gul'dan tried not to tremble too much, "Master, I..."

"Shh." Kil'jaeden shrunk his size a bit, as if this would lessen the pressure on Gul'dan.

"I know that I have been watching you." Gul'dan lowered his head and raised it involuntarily in front of Kil'jaeden's mana.

"I don't blame you. The orcs have great potential, especially Hellscream." Kil'jaeden knew this orc chief, and he was a powerful warrior.

Maronos can testify that God knows what's wrong with Archimonde's lieutenant. He goes to various timelines to fight Grommash all day long.

Gul'dan, who was somewhat trembling and weak, did not dare to echo Kil'jaeden's words.

"My incompetence brings shame to you." Gul'dan was still uneasy, listening to Kil'jaeden's nickname, the Deceiver! Can you believe what a fraudster says?

If he took it seriously, he would probably die without a place to bury him.

Being able to float along the twisting void throughout the universe is considered a blessing or a loss.

Kil'jaeden smiled. Gul'dan was unreliable. This was a conclusion drawn from many personal experiments, but Gul'dan was very useful in a sense. His greed for power made him not have so many scruples. , if the reward is enough, he can even dig up his ancestral grave that he doesn't know where he is buried.

"Let us forget our failure. It is only temporary." Kil'jaeden infused a ball of evil energy into his servants. "Do you still remember the task I gave you?"

The evil dark green light connected the bodies of Kil'jaeden and Gul'dan. His heartbeat instantly accelerated, and his body began to change in the direction the demon wanted.

The extreme pain in his body caused Guldandan to scream in pain. This scream was nothing compared to those suffering souls. Even in the end, there was no trace of pain left on his face. , only joy remains, the joy of increasing strength.

Gul'dan sat slumped on the defiled earth, holding his body with his hands, breathing heavily, but when he saw his changes with his own eyes, he only felt a burst of joy, and a smile appeared on his face.

Look at what he looks like now! Where is the trace of that poor orc from back then?

His originally normal eyeballs had long since turned scarlet, and bone spurs stretched out from his flat back. His skinny body had become strong and healthy, and he was very satisfied with the knotted muscles on it.

This is the power he gained in exchange for freedom.

"Purge the traitors," Gul'dan said with a grin.

He didn't know why Kil'jaeden was so obsessed with those draenei, just like Archimonde didn't know. Among the entire Burning Legion, only Kil'jaeden wanted Velen dead the most.

"Not bad." Thinking of those "betrayers" Kil'jaeden's expression began to become more ferocious, and his voice became much heavier.

"Whether it is purifying the Throne of Elements or uniting all the orcs, they are just preparations to purify the filth left by the Draenei." Kil'jaeden said: "Now, you can go to the next step of the plan. "

Next step? Gul'dan understood that he was going to do something unscrupulous again.

But what does this have to do with him, Gul'dan thought happily.

If they could get the rewards given by Kil'jaeden, why not destroy their world? As long as it's not him who pays the price, he can accept it.

For example, let their world become like this, and then he sat on the throne made of bones, looking down at the servants, looking at other people, just like Kil'jaeden.

How do you say that? When you are carrying a heavy load and moving forward, there must be someone who is helping you to have a peaceful time. Guldan is not talented, but he is willing to have a peaceful time.

"To spread violence and despair." Kil'jaeden always felt that the life of the orcs was a little too satisfactory, and he was going to give them a little strength.

As the saying goes, the edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.

the Rainbow comes after the storm?

Kil'jaeden is also a great man!

"Yes, great master." Gul'dan breathed a sigh of relief. He was not punished for his failure. This was the greatest luck for him.

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