(Add to the "Sword of the Sword of Filio" brother)

The people of Delaney are still very good at black technology engineering.

As a civilization that has developed for more than 50,000 years, the Delaneys were still Arida and were still living happily in the Argus world. They had already entered the stage of star exploration. Otherwise, they would not have encountered the ancient Naru who passed by their world and were given artifacts.

But since then, the Erida civilization has begun to take the two routes of technology and magic.

Their engineering standards themselves are extremely high, and Naru's magic black technology assistance makes the level of these Delaney technicians almost ten times more than that of their Azeroth colleagues.

The mechanical dwarfs who also began to master Titan Black Technology could compete with them.

But seeing that others can skillfully control the Naru spacecraft, even if the mechanical dwarfs invite King McCargon, who has already transformed into a data ghost, they may not be the opponent of the Delaney people.

In short, with the full efforts of these old technicians to repair, two hours later, the Legion communicator that was dismantled from the Temple of Karabo resumed operation.

After the victim Otouris and advanced hunter Alantien personally contributed their fel energy as activation energy, this very demon-style rough mining machine finally started to operate.

The news immediately alarmed a group of bigwigs who were "drinking tea and chatting". The strong men of Villen and Azeroth rushed over to watch the conversation across the starry sea.

"Agus, our hometown is an ancient world far away from the boundaries of stars, with countless galaxies."

The gentle prophet was a very graceful leader.

He easily gained friendship and favor from difficult guys like Lavenketh and the cynical Old Deer Helmet through conversation and his temperament in just two hours.

In the eyes of a group of people, the old Draenei, who is said to have lived for 30,000 years, sighed and told the ancient story in a nostalgic tone.

“I still remember when I left our hometown with my heart to the light, and that day happened to be the most important summer festival for the Arida people.

It should have been the most lively day in the whole world, but darkness chose to come at that time."

Villen said sadly:

"When we saw the great figure of the dark Titan appearing in person at the end of the world, his darkness even obscured the light of the sun and the stars. When it imposes the grace of darkness on the sky of the world of Argus, we know that we will lose our world forever.

It was a disaster day.

That is the painful memory shared in the hearts of all Delaneys."

The prophet made a prayer gesture, and the people around him could feel the unconcealed pain from his words. Putting himself in his shoes and thinking about it, if such a thing happened in Azeroth, they would be as painful as the prophet...

No, they didn't even have the opportunity to recall the past in a painful tone.

After all, Azeroth cannot escape into the black tech spacecraft carrying a group of exiles.

The occupied world of the Delaney people with wealthy families is called "bankruptcy", and the situation of Azeroth being captured by the demon can only be called true

"poverty".

If you think about it this way, the mourning in everyone's hearts will be further improved.

"Well, if you have to say painful memories, won't the massacres in the past decade count?"

In such a mourning atmosphere, Black complained without a glance:

"I'm really curious, Lord Veren, what kind of mentality do you have in order to choose not to resist the policy when the orcs start a massacre?

Others will only slam your weakness without thinking.

But I am also a prophet, and I know that you cannot not have predicted this terrible future because you realize that once the Draenei chooses to go to war with the orcs in full swing, will the evil conspiracy of the fraudster succeed?”

"I, Weiren, don't think Black's problem is an offense. Perhaps he has heard a lot of accusations over the past decade and he has not tried to whitewash his weakness.

After a long silence, he looked at Turayan and the elves beside him, and he said:

"The orc invasion alone has greatly damaged Azeroth's energy. If a group of Draenei who were infused with war and fel energy entered that world"

As the great knights and mages who had personally experienced the Orc War and had just seen the Delaney Black Technology, they were shocked.

If what the prophet said really became a fact, I am afraid that the human civilization on the eastern continent would have disappeared long ago, and the entire Azeroth would have fallen into war.

Weiren looked at Black with a tired look, and he said:

"Precisely because we are all prophets, we all know where the only hope is to defeat the Burning Legion. If I choose to lead the tribesmen to exterminate them like orcs, it will only ruin the only hope with my own hands.

My tribes suffered a terrible massacre, and I will not deny my sins.

Every day of my life I will spend in this pain until I return to the afterlife of the Draenei people in the spit of all.

I will be there to be judged by my tribesmen.

And no matter what kind of punishment they give me, I will accept it with pleasure."

"They will not punish you, Lord Viren."

Black shook his head and said:

"In your life of mixed praise and criticism and the terrible disasters caused by you, I think you will be thrown into a tower that cannot be liberated after death.

There you suffer the most terrifying torture, which injects your power into a conspiracy that begins when the stars are born.

Your considerations may be correct.

But there is no doubt that you are also a piece on this ancient conspiracy chessboard. You personally sent more than one million souls to the world of death...

You tilt the balance between life and death.

But how to say it, if even the Burning Legion is a pawn, then it’s not your fault that you can’t escape this fate.”

After saying that, the Pirates took the initiative to end the topic.

But as the prophet's intuition, when others only thought that Black's words were very emotional and confusing, Veron heard a different smell from the pirate's words.

Black seemed to be warning him, and also as if he was enlightening him.

There is no doubt that the Pirate Prophet made a prophecy for him just now, but Veron must spend a long time interpreting these obscure words.

"Come on, let's contact Lord Illidan and see what he is doing now."

Black turned around and made a gesture to the technician Delaney. The latter hesitated for a moment and glanced at the prophet. After getting the other party's permission, he reached out to pull down the opening lever of the Legion communicator.

This stupid, big, thick and strange machine immediately started to run, and the demon hunters who were providing energy for it immediately moaned in pain.

To complete the communication between stars far away, the required fel energy supply is undoubtedly an astronomical figure.

"Hold on it, if you can't do it, rotate."

Black stepped forward and said something to Otouris and Alantien.

The two shook their heads, just signaling him to speed up quickly. The pirate did not hesitate to step forward and grabbed the communicator's microphone-like thing and put it beside his mouth.

He coughed twice, and then shouted in a very pure demonic language:

"This is the Legion Front World Draenor. I am the devil's adjutant of the Doomsday Overlord Kazak, and Black the Slayer! Contact the Crokuen's legion camps at the communication site of the Karabo Temple!

Now issue an important warning!

A cunning spy disguised as Nasrezm has smuggled into the Legion's front through a damn trick. His Majesty Kazak has received the exact news that he is currently operating near Crokuhn to inquire about important information from the Legion for his damn and tragic world.

In the name of His Majesty Kazak!

I ask Crokuen's legion sites to immediately arrest any of the fear demons you see! Regardless of their identity, rank, and where they come from!

Don't listen to their sweet words!

Those bastards are the most lying!

Burn them with the hottest evil flames! Throw them into the ghost mother's magma pool! Let the demon hunting dog chew them! Let the ghosts burn their knees and humiliate them!

Torture them until they are confirmed to their true identities!

For the conquest of Lord Sargeras and the Legion, all the spies and bugs must die! The wolf beat the terrifying demon kings and demons! You are serving the great cause of the Legion!

All the consequences of this action are borne by His Majesty Kazak, who is evil and powerful!

Let it go!

The communication warning ends here.

Received a reply!”

After saying that, Black dropped the demon microphone in his hand as the "audience" was stunned. Soon, one reply code after another appeared in the fel's light curtain above the Legion communicator.

"You! Are you disguised as a demon?"

The great knight Turayan exclaimed:

"Why are you so skillful? Is this really your first time using a demon communicator?"

"Yes, I'm starting to doubt your identity, Black."

The Great Lord of Death, Raven Keith, also said in a weird tone:

"In the ancient battle ten thousand years ago, the most cunning elf spy could not disguise himself as a demon and give such evil orders as you did.

Your tone, your posture, and even the content you convey, are very consistent with the style of the demons. They won't even make doubts, but why is the Demon King of Fear?

Have they messed with you?”

"Look at what you said?"

Black glanced at everyone in front of him, and he couldn't be sure if there was a lord of fear in the group that was disguised.

Since he was unable to see through the disguise of Queen Jin Tessa of Fear, Saratas and he have been studying how to distinguish these damn guys.
To be continued...