foreigner's journey

Chapter 1685 Portal
"Oh, I love watching women fight, especially pretty women."

Watching Maiev and Cordana tearing through armor and pulling hair on the big screen, Heather let out a satisfied sigh, which made Nanami next to her purse her lips:
"Gul'dan is about to complete the summoning ritual, at which time Kil'jaeden will officially step into Azeroth."

Although there were some minor setbacks, the overall situation is proceeding as you wished.

Heather touched her forehead with feigned seriousness and sighed softly, "Sigh... Darling, you said I just wanted to grab some souvenirs and leave, why is the process always so complicated and convoluted?"

“In my hometown, people like you are called ‘robbers’,” Nanami retorted.

"If I'm a robber, then you're a robber's wife. Let's not argue about who's who."

Heather shamelessly snuggled up to Nanami, but Nanami sternly pushed her face away, which was almost touching his.
"You'd better set a good example for your children."

Heather turned her head and saw Nie, Rainbow Melody, and the Paranormal Bird standing not far away, staring at Heather and Nanami with curious expressions.

"Nie, good boy, the task of incorporating the Red Dragon Legion and the Green Dragon Legion is now in your hands."

Melody, if Gul'dan's portal isn't big enough, secretly help him out.

"Get out of here, you idiot!"

Nie and Melody each gave an elegant bow before transforming into green and purple light and disappearing, leaving only the astonished bear cub with its hands shrugged. What more can be said about one's own father's preference for women over men? No wonder that kid Mingjin didn't even bother to join in the fun.

After getting rid of the annoying light bulb, Heather could finally comfortably continue enjoying the big screen.

As the leaders and powerful figures of Azeroth turned their attention to their respective targets, the battle intensified.

Rumble! The Tomb of Sargeras roared with earth-shaking force, as if something enormous had forced its way into it.

"They've finally arrived." Heather sat up slightly, looking quite interested.

Deep within the Tomb of Sargeras, a colossal demon with a massive body, crimson skin, and a hideous, grotesque face sits in the center of the summoning circle, slowly stretching its body and wings.

The surrounding demon generals all bowed down to show their submission, while the lower-ranking demons knelt on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.

Because the enormous red demon before them was none other than Kil'jaeden the Deceiver, the second-in-command of the Burning Legion!
An Eredar leader quickly stepped forward and said respectfully, "Lord Kil'jaeden, how could we trouble you to come in person..."

*Snap!* Before he could finish speaking, a giant, armored claw grabbed his neck. The Eredar demon was easily lifted into the air like a chick by the neck. Kil'jaeden the Deceiver's eyes, burning with rage and coldness, stared at his former kin. Then, the claw squeezed hard.

The lifeless Eredar demon collapsed to the ground with a thud, its body twitching slightly before falling still.

Kil'jaeden casually swept the Eredar corpse over as if brushing off dust, his voice, brimming with demonic power, was enough to drive mortals mad just by hearing it:

“The souls of demons keep returning to Argus. Your stupidity and incompetence have only reinforced my long-held contempt for you.”

"Tell me, what is it that is hindering the Burning Legion's will?"

"My lord, the mortals of Azeroth have somehow acquired starships that rival the Legion's, and they seem to have anticipated the Legion's invasion. We... we've been ambushed."

Queen Kelitis, staff in hand, knelt on one knee and said in a trembling voice:

“Please give us some more time, my lord. I assure you, I will present Azeroth as a gift…”

"Such meaningless platitudes and pledges of loyalty are of no use to the war effort, Kelly Triss."

Kil'jaeden impatiently interrupted Queen Kel'Thuzad:

"Our ultimate goal is to open a portal for Sargeras that is strong enough to allow his physical form to enter the material world."

Fel energy! Arcane energy! Gather as much energy as the Legion can seize and utilize; let no mortal hinder our cause any longer.

"Master Sargeras?"

The Abyss Lord, Ditomah, let out a deep, thunderous cry of alarm:

"The energy required for a portal that would allow our great master to enter the material world is almost enough to drain a second-class planet, and it would also require a large number of rituals and sufficiently sturdy materials to build the portal. This is impossible!"

At this moment, Tichondrius, the powerful dreadlord who looked like a vampire resembling Arnold Schwarzenegger, burst into laughter:
"Hmph, it's not impossible, De Thomas."

Ten thousand years ago, the Burning Legion established a portal in Azeroth that was sufficient for the Great Master to pass through, but unfortunately, it ultimately failed.

But this is enough to prove that the energy contained within Azeroth is far beyond what the Legion has ever eroded and destroyed in the past.

Upon hearing Tichondrius speak, even though Dimas was an incredibly powerful abyss lord, he remained silent.

Because Tichondrius the Dark Transformer is the supreme leader of the Nathrezim, a race of dreadlords, his status in the Legion is second only to Kil'jaeden and Archimonde, even surpassing Mannoroth, the Pit Lord. Within the Legion, absolute hierarchy is paramount, and Ditharth could only bow and obey Tichondrius's commands.

Kil'jaeden then spoke, "Tichondrius, where is Gul'dan?"

Tichondrius did not come with the Legion's vanguard this time. He had been sent to Azeroth by Kil'jaeden to secretly monitor Gul'dan and ensure that Gul'dan could complete his mission—summoning the Dark Titan Sargeras.

"Rest assured, fraudster. Gul'dan has completely submitted to you and is doing everything in his power to expand the portal. According to my estimates, in less than three hours he will be able to open a large portal large enough to allow the second and third squadrons of the Burning Legion's space fleet to enter Azeroth... Hmm?"

Tichondrius suddenly looked up at the ceiling with alarm.

Not only him, but all the powerful legion leaders looked up at the top of the Tomb of Sargeras.

Kil'jaeden frowned slightly: "This power..."

He could clearly feel an immense surge of magical power suddenly being injected into the summoning circle that Gul'dan had erected.

It's like a child trying their hardest to tear open a bag of potato chips, but suddenly the child gains the strength of an elephant, and the bag of potato chips will inevitably be destroyed.

At the same time, Gul'dan, who was raising his arms to support the magic circle with all his might, opened his eyes wide and let out an excited roar:

"Ahhh! Power! I feel an immense power surging into my body!"

Lord Kil'jaeden, is this the great power you have bestowed upon me?

With this power, I am invincible!

Boom!! The upper level of the Tomb of Sargeras was suddenly shattered by the immense fel energy, which transformed into a colossal, vortex-shaped teleportation array.

Immediately afterwards, the other end of the teleportation array was connected, and there was also a master who was proficient in teleportation magic at the other end.

Soon, the vortex caved inward, forming a huge tunnel, and the warriors fighting on Azeroth could clearly see a lonely, burning planet at the other end of the tunnel.

Velen, who was fighting the Eredar twins, looked up at the planet and his eyes immediately welled up with tears.

That was his homeland, the Emerald Star—Argus, which was occupied by the Burning Legion!

(End of this chapter)