I didn’t expect this little guy to live until now.”

"Infected by the Void, no doubt."

Blake glanced at the little Argus squirrel who had been beaten by Benbol and had his face swollen and had his "treasure" taken away. He put half of the sacred muffin in his hand into a jewelry box and whistled:

"When Fenna comes over, give her this thing as a snack to see if her brain can be saved. Hey, little idiot, use your good luck to search in the kitchen ruins and see if you can find it.

The recipe for this thing.

Those stupid students at Nathalas College also need this thing to enlighten their wisdom."

"Quack!"

The little fishman performed a military salute, threw the bruised and swollen "Waffle Thief" on the ground, then summoned his own big owl, rode on it and flew towards the ruins of the kitchen in the back hill.

But the Argus squirrel, which had been robbed of the last piece of sacred muffin in its collection by the bully murloc, did not run away. It squatted at the feet of the pirate, clasped its hands and begged the stinky pirate to return his "treasure" to him.

However, this little guy obviously didn't realize what kind of existence it was in front of. It boldly looked directly into the pirate's eyes, and immediately started to secretly start drunken fisting on the spot. It was caught back by the quick-eyed Sakir.

It seems that the lonely old man also needs an "old friend" as a pet.

Little Xingxing heard about the interesting thing called sacred waffles and followed it with a wink. She felt that there was still a possibility for her thinking to be expanded.

After the two living treasures left, Mograine came over. He held a Holy Light Crystal in his hand that could communicate with Zenidar, and said to Black seriously:

"I contacted the Zenidar spacecraft. The Holy Light Legion encountered trouble in the Void Light Temple. Zela is calling us to return."

"trouble?"

Blake blinked and said to himself that this matter was arranged by him and the Dread Lord together. As soon as the Legion of Holy Light arrived, the demonic defenders of the Void Light Temple would immediately collapse.

It’s just a formality, what could possibly go wrong?

He raised his eyebrows and said:

"What's the trouble? Didn't I predict that your operation will be smooth sailing this time?"

"Your prophecy is very accurate. The warriors of the Holy Light Legion defeated the defending demons there without much effort. Except for Losaxon who unfortunately died in a vicious trap to save the trapped ancestor Naaru, they did not have any

casualties."

Mograine shook his head and said:

"The trouble I'm talking about is that the Holy Light Legion encountered a strange 'guest' in that temple..."

The archbishop glanced at Blake and whispered:

"They are a group of mysterious Star Saints! Their leader wants to see you by name, saying that he has important news about the Titan Soul to tell you, and Zera is calling us over.

Beacons of Light will soon be dropped on the broken earth at the edge of Mac'Aree.

We must go."

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"Kil'jaeden! You loser!"

Just as Black was about to leave Mac'Aree, in the palace of the Demon Throne in the Antolan Wasteland, the largest and core burning continent in the world of Argus, the Defiler's angry roar resounded throughout the hall, scaring the guards of fraud.

The demons lowered their heads one by one.

Only the Defilers in the entire legion dared to contradict Lord Kil'jaeden so recklessly.

However, Archimonde was not here at this time. Its angry roar sounded from a very sophisticated Legion communicator, and its image was also projected on the communicator.

The background behind Archimonde's figure is a field of stars and a demon fleet advancing at high speed, which represents the Defiler traveling through the stars.

It raged at the deceiver sitting on the demon's throne:

"The bastards of Azeroth have entered our domain. They are sieging the city of Krokuun, but you turn a blind eye to this and don't even share this information with me!

Your shameful selfishness has overshadowed your loyalty to the Legion! You bastard!"

"Come on, shut up. Your roar can only make me feel how pitiful you are."

Fraudsters don't care.

It didn't even look at Archimonde's anger. It casually grabbed a piece of legion intelligence, opened it, glanced at it, and said:

"So what if I tell you? It will take some time for you to return to Argus, right? After losing the portal director Ms. Hasabel, the connection between Argus and other demon war zones was almost cut off overnight. I was ordered

Being on Argus is for what Lord Sargeras desires most, and that is my first priority.

What if a group of bugs from a world doomed to cause a riot on the barren frontier of Argus?

I don't have time for them."

"Shut up!"

Archimonde was even more angry at Kil'jaeden's clumsy lie. The tall blue demon roared:

"Don't think that I don't know your thoughts, you just want to use them to attract Velen! Your twisted desire did not extinguish in the world of Draenor last time, you are still longing for Velen...

That desire is so intense that it has made you lose your mind."

"Um?"

The fraudster narrowed his eyes.

It waved its hand, and all the demons in the hall filed out. It obviously didn't want other demons to hear the taboo topic that the Defiler brought up.

"Are you sure you want to talk to me about this?"

After only the projections of the Deceiver and the Defiler were left in the hall, Kil'jaeden coughed a few times and said:

"Okay, I'd like to take some time to talk to you.

But I warn you, Archimonde.

If you dare to ruin my ‘goodbye’ with Velen, I will sacrifice everything to kill you in the extinguished suns of the stars! I promise!”
Chapter completed!