"Maybe we should hang it up! Hang it in front of the gate of this fortress. I believe it will be a good deterrent to the local demons.

Let them not dare to act rashly again.

What do you think?"

On the evil platform of the Lord of the Abyss, Agona, Black stood next to the "dissected" corpse of the Lord of the Abyss. This guy was very big and fierce, with the iconic inverted triangle face of the Lord of the Abyss.

But no matter how ferocious a guy is, he can no longer be ferocious after his eyes are removed, his heart is removed, and even his spine is taken out.

It fell into its own blood like a ball of mud. A group of demon hunters nearby were processing the corpse and removing some usable materials from it.

For example, fangs that can be made into swords, teeth that can be made into daggers, claws that can be made into arrows, hard bones and leather, etc.

But this guy was restless even after he died.

Its body filled with evil energy is constantly escaping demonic blood like green magma, corroding the entire platform beyond its appearance, and causing the concentration of evil energy here to soar.

In other words, demon hunters who can resist evil energy will not feel threatened here, and other professions will be contaminated if they dare to get close.

After all, the demon blood of the Abyss Lord is full of chaotic and violent power. It is one of the most terrifying things in the stars, and it is also the most polluting and destructive of all demon blood.

The orcs' brains were burned out by this thing back then, and they are still suffering from it to this day.

However, not every abyss lord's blood has the long-lasting and profound contamination of the destroyer Maronos. At least the abyss lord in front of him cannot pollute a civilization.

Faced with Blake's "whimsical thoughts", the stern face of the sufferer Autoris who followed him showed a helpless expression.

The tough and cold demon-hunting veteran whispered:

"I don't think this is a good idea. The corpse of a high-level demon will not make its compatriots feel fear. If it were the head of Mannoroth the Destroyer hanging here, it would be just as good.

Doing such a thing in today's Draenor would be considered a provocation by the Burning Legion.

And what we got today is not a victory. This defeat is not worth mentioning to the demons. Kil'jaeden will send a new commander into Gorgrond.

The war will only pause for a short while, and more and more violent demons will flow in here.

If we want to free Draenor from the quagmire of war, we need more coercive means."

"Ah, I understand."

Blake withdrew his gaze from the dead Agona. He heard the implication of the victim's words. He raised three fingers and said:

"I came to Draenor this time to do three things. Well, three things for now. Now that the matter between my good friend Rexxar and the Mok'Nathal clan has come to an end, it's time to start the second one.

.

You don’t need to say anything more, I know what you are thinking.

Illidan, I'm definitely looking for it!

This is what I came to Draenor for.

But the problem is that we can't contact him now. You also know that he is on the home planet where the draenei have been destroyed. We have no choice but to passively wait for that guy to show up.

So there's no point in being anxious.

Even if you urge me so much, I can't set up a communication device that can directly contact Argus. Speaking of which, with Agona's status in the Burning Legion, it should have a legion communicator here that can contact Argus.

Didn't you find it?

The stinky pirate asked deliberately. The victim's expression was a little ugly. He shook his head and said:

"No, he was probably taken away by the escaped Dread Lord."

"What a bunch of assholes."

Blake cursed and comforted:

"It doesn't matter, don't be disappointed. There are many demon commanders stationed by the legion in Draenor. Sooner or later, we will still have a chance, such as what we will do next.

I have sent an invitation to Lord Velen, the leader of the Draenei, and also sent letters to the forces in Azeroth who have spied on the demonic crisis. I invite them to gather together to discuss countermeasures.

The demons obviously hope to capture Draenor and then invade Azeroth through the Dark Portal. The two worlds must unite to survive.

Turning to the leader of the draenei can also help us better understand their home planet Argus. This way, it will be easier for us to contact Illidan.

You are all good hunters, you should know how to be patient.

If you really miss Illidan and are really worried about him, why not go out and kill a few demons to adjust your mood? If you are tired of killing demons, why not follow the Mok'Nassar on a victory hunt?"

The victim shook his head.

He changed the subject and asked:

"Now that the entire Draenor is under attack by demons, there is no truly safe place here. Where do you plan to hold the meeting?"

"It was the closest place to a safe area at that time."

Blake snapped his fingers, pointed in the direction they came from, and said:

"The demonic fortress in Hellfire Peninsula, the fortress built by the orcs to invade Azeroth, is very close to the Dark Portal. If something happens, it will be easy for the leaders to escape.

Furthermore, if Azeroth wants to send troops to support the war in Draenor, then Hellfire Citadel is the most suitable place for them to station troops and rest. The positions guarding the Dark Portal can also be located there, as it is a strategic location.

"

"But it's still under demonic control."

The victim frowned and said something, and Blake shrugged and replied:

"So we have to knock it down before the meeting. Although the spy we planted in the legion has made it clear that it is a trap. Once you step in, you will be besieged by demons.

so what?"

The stinky pirate asked with a nasty smile:

"Are you afraid the devil will bite you?"

"I'm not afraid, but your subordinates are obviously not strong enough.

The victim shook his head and said:

"The operation in Gorgrond is assassination, but in Hellfire Citadel what you want is capture. These are two completely different concepts.

Even if the draenei in Hellfire Peninsula are willing to help you, the difference in numbers is too great, and you need a real army to drive out the demons entrenched there.

To achieve long-term occupation, the manpower and material resources required are astronomical.

If I were the commander, I would advise against this."

"Well, your analysis does make sense."

Blake nodded seriously, but then he rubbed his forehead and said:

"But now it is too late to withdraw this decision. I have set the meeting time for five days. We must seize the place within five days, otherwise I will be embarrassed in front of the leaders.

So, all right, Lord Alturis, assemble your troops as if it is for Lord Illidan's victory.

We must leave immediately.

As for the legions needed to capture Hellfire Citadel"

The smelly pirate shrugged and said:

"Calculating the time, they should be on their way here already. I hope the guests won't be scared by then."

"Your plans are so crazy every time, but the strange thing is that seeing you still full of confidence at this time really makes people feel a little strangely relieved."

The victim complained:

"Don't you ever worry about your plans failing?"

"I just won't show my worries, my dear friend."

The pirate shook his head and stopped chatting with the demon hunter who had just experienced a battle.

He turned around and walked down the platform whose curved roof was blasted open by evil energy. As a result, he walked down to the second floor and saw Rexxar walking up with a guy wearing demon armor.

That guy's body was filled with the burning aura of evil energy and the smell of sulfur.

"A fel hunter is really strange."

Blake said in amazement:

"After having orthodox hunters, unorthodox hunters, dark rangers, void hunters, and insect swarm hunters, our secret passage will welcome another evil user. This is really the best of all.

But you will probably have to spend a lot of time convincing General Lyresa to accept this guy who doesn't look like a good person at first sight, my friend Lexa.

I'm serious, it would be a mistake and a trouble for you to keep him.

You should be cruel and strangle him to death on the spot, so that everything can be settled."

Lexanen withdrew his mouth and said to Magda, whose eyes widened behind him:

"Look, I told you, he is a really annoying guy. And the most regrettable thing is that we will have to work with this guy for a long time."

Very far away from Gorgrond, in the very center of the Draenor continent, lies a very dilapidated Draenei giant city.

A majestic Draenei templar wearing a golden holy light armor and carrying a purple gem hammer jumped off his thunder elephant, and strode towards the hall with a serious expression on his face, which was emitting holy light.

All the Draenei soldiers who saw him along the way bowed and saluted the warrior, while the civilians looked at him with admiration, and the children shouted his name.

The exiles of all races who were sheltered in this abandoned city also looked at him with either respect or fear.
To be continued...