Azeroth: Starting with Eagle Eye in the Necropolis.

"Sending these weaklings here is just suicide, but oh well, at least they can buy some time." Illidan sighed helplessly, wielding the Warglaives of Azzinoth, and charged forward. With a few swings of his twin blades, more than a dozen Burning Legion demons were chopped into mincemeat.

Illidan's fel flames ignited, and two beams of fel energy shot out, accurately striking the two dreadlords on the left flank!

The two dreadlords were about to cast a hypnotic spell when they were interrupted by the sudden attack. They let out angry screams and were then burned to ashes.

"Demon! Taste the axe of the tribal warrior! Blood and thunder, power and honor!" Broxigar roared as he charged to the right.

The aged orc warrior displayed a ferocity beyond his years, his oak battleaxe drawing an emerald arc in the air before cleaving the pit lord's leg armor!

The enchanted wooden axe cleaved through the demon's armor, and green blood spurted out.

Hellscream once fought such a powerful abyssal demon alone, and today he too will take down one to commemorate the chieftain of the Warsong Clan.

The abyss lord winced in pain as its massive double-headed spear slammed down. Broxigar nimbly rolled away, dodging the attack and swinging his battle axe at the demon's ankle—he knew he couldn't fight this behemoth head-on, but he could entangle it and buy time for his companions.

Rhonin's incantation was completed simultaneously. The mage from the future raised his hands, and arcane energy condensed into hundreds of prismatic crystals above his head.

Arcane Storm!

The crystal shattered, turning into countless arcane fragments that rained down on the Eredar wizards behind them! The wizards hurriedly erected fel shields, but Rhonin's spells were not only powerful but also had the property of interfering with casting—this was a variant application of the "magic arrow" that Rhodes had taught him.

Illidan drew fire from the left flank, Broxigar entangled the Pit Lord on the right flank, and Rhonin suppressed the wizards in the rear.

The group of lowly adventurers summoned by Rhodes had already been submerged by the demonic sea, but they had still completed their mission.

At this moment, a tall, red figure was about to step out from the portal of the An Shao Legion.

"You have lost, you have lost! The great Sargeras is about to descend!" Xavius ​​roared with delight.

Rhodes had been waiting for this moment. The reason he hadn't gone all out to summon his high-level units earlier was precisely because he was waiting for this moment.

The old orc Broxigar set his sights on the portal, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"Lord Rhodes, please tell the Warchief that I have not failed the honor of the tribe. I will buy you some time." After saying this, the old orc resolutely stepped into the portal.

At that moment, Sargeras felt as if a fly had bitten his calf. A green thing, an extremely small mortal life, wielding an axe blessed by a demigod, slammed it into his calf.

I wasn't hurt at all; at most, I was bitten by a mosquito, which wasn't even that serious.

However, it was already quite remarkable for a mortal to do this. Sargeras took a closer look at the green creature.

He then swung his burning greatsword at his opponent, and just as the old man was about to die, the teleportation rune that Rhode had set on him beforehand lit up.

With a burst of golden light, the old orc was successfully transported out of the portal.

After the transfer summoning circle ended, Sargeras was confronted by another person, Xavius.

Rather than letting this guy be used by the ancient gods in the future and fall into the nightmare of the Emerald Dream, it's better to send him to see his boss. Then you won't have time to cause trouble anymore.

Didn't you expect to see your true God? Well, now you have.

"Now, Illidan, detonate the Well of Eternity and destroy the portal!" Rhodes roared.

Illidan immediately took action, unleashing a powerful fel spell directly at the Well of Eternity, which sustained the portal's energy.

Two energies—one pure arcane, the other pure fel—hit the same spot simultaneously.

That point is the "singularity" of the vortex, the convergence point of energy flows, and the most delicate and fragile balance point of the entire portal structure.

The balance was shattered the moment it was hit.

It wasn't an explosion, but... an implosion. The Well of Eternity began to shake violently.

The portal vortex began to contract inward, frantically devouring everything around it. Fel energy, arcane energy, air, even light—all were sucked into that ever-shrinking point.

At the same time, Rhodes secretly switched positions with Krasus, switching back to his main character and appearing in the portal.

They pretended to rush over in a hurry, trying to stop the portal from collapsing.

"Xavius, you're an idiot. I knew you were unreliable." Rhodes sensed the powerful holy light magic on the battlefield and immediately attacked Illidan. All of this was done to show Sargeras.

"No—! Xavius, you idiot, you ruined my plans!" Sargeras roared from the other side of the portal.

"Rhodes, use your power to maintain the portal!" Sargeras roared.

Damn it, I should have put Rhodes in charge of this job from the beginning, instead of that idiot Savvis, who was so easily defeated by a bunch of mortals.

Without a word, Rhodes himself jumped into the battlefield and switched back. Krasus, Illidan, Rhonin, and the others also cooperated well in fighting Rhodes.

With Illidan's unexpected cooperation, Rhodes also fell into the portal.

With a deafening roar, the Well of Eternity was destroyed, and Rhodes was plunged into the Twisting Nether.

They arrived before the corrupted Dark Titan.

Chapter 384 Sargeras Meets Rhodes, the Dark Titan's Wrath

The light erupting from the Well of Eternity tore apart the boundary between reality and the void. Rhode felt his body being swept up by a violent torrent of energy, and the scene before his eyes spun wildly—the verdant forests of Azeroth, the burning battlefields, the collapsing palaces, all vanished in an instant, replaced by an endless, twisted void churning with fel flames.

This is a green planet, utterly corrupted by fel energy. This is Argus, this is the Burning Throne.

He crashed heavily onto a dark green crystalline ground, feeling an intense, piercing heat beneath him.

Rhodes suppressed his dizziness and immediately rolled over and leaped up, the Holy Light instinctively forming a protective layer on his body—however, the next second, he forcefully suppressed the impulse. In this world full of demons, in this twisted void completely corrupted by fel energy, it was best not to use the Holy Light.

Otherwise, no one can guarantee what will happen, whether that enraged dark lady will kill him directly. Rhodes has taken a big gamble this time, but he still has some trump cards and should be able to handle it.

Rhodes looked around and found himself standing on a massive platform constructed of fel crystals, suspended in the void. All around him were swirling streams of dark green energy, and countless burning meteorites and shattered world debris drifted slowly in the distance.

The air was thick with the smell of sulfur and despair, and every breath felt like a cacophony of whispers screaming in your ears.

This is the true Twisting Nether—the Burning Legion's lair.

Before him, a terrifying presence, almost indescribable in words, slowly turned around.

This was a colossal giant, towering above the heavens. For the first time, Rhodes felt incredibly small. The planet before him seemed like a giant table to the giant. This was a planet-sized giant.

His body was forged from bronze Titan steel, but it was engulfed in flames.

Sargeras.

It is not the embodiment of energy on the altar, but a true, complete Dark Titan, the actual controller and founder of the Burning Legion.

Upon seeing Rhodes, Sargeras, who was as large as a planet, snorted and gradually shrank in size, transforming into a hundred-meter giant.

Dark metallic armor covered His body, with blazing fel energy emanating from the gaps, as if what flowed within Him was not blood, but burning stars.

Those eyes, burning with eternal fel energy, were now fixed on Rhodes, the rage in them almost materializing, scorching and distorting the surrounding space.

At Sargeras's feet, a figure no longer recognizable as human was wailing—Xavius.

This former night elf nobleman, and later the satyr king, was now enveloped in pure fel flames. His body was melting, reshaping, and melting again like a candle. His screams were sharp and piercing, but they seemed insignificant under Sargeras's immense pressure.

"No, no, my master. It's all Rhodes' fault. He introduced that mage named Illidan, and that mage betrayed you. He destroyed the portal and blew up the Well of Eternity, causing this mission to fail. But it has nothing to do with me. I have always been serving you."

Xavius ​​let out a bloodcurdling scream. Had the Dark Titan not shown mercy, he would have been burned to ashes by the enraged Sargeras.

He was clearly presiding over the portal ritual when, inexplicably, he was switched places with an old orc and found himself standing directly in front of the Dark Titan.

But this was not what he had imagined. What he wanted was the blessing and reward of the great dark titan, not his wrath!

So Savage naturally shifted all the blame to Rhodes, saying that Rhodes was behind it all!

It was the mage named Illidan, recommended by Rhodes, who infiltrated the Legion and completely sabotaged the invasion.

"Rod—you dare to appear before me? You have failed, and you will bear my wrath."

Sargeras's voice exploded directly in Rhodes's mind, not through the air, but imprinted on his soul with his will. Each syllable carried the weight of an avalanche, and Rhodes felt his legs buckle, almost collapsing to his knees. Rhodes gritted his teeth and forced himself to straighten his back.

You can't kneel... If you kneel now, it'll be the end of you. You must look Sargeras straight in the eye.

“Great Lord Sargeras.” Rhodes’ voice trembled just the right amount—three parts genuine fear, seven parts superb acting.

"I...I failed. I couldn't stop those traitors, I couldn't protect the portal..."

“Failure?” Sargeras took a step forward.

The entire platform trembled. He leaned down, his face, made of lava and metal, close to Rhodes, his fiery breath almost scorching Rhodes' hair.

“No, Rhodes, you’ve done more than just fail.” Sargeras’s tone was terrifyingly calm, but the rage within it was more frightening than any roar. If there wasn’t a reasonable explanation today, both of these guys would be dead.

Rhode gritted his teeth, enduring Sargeras's terrifying will. This Dark Titan's strength was truly formidable; in terms of raw power, Sargeras was even stronger than Azeroth, at least stronger than Azeroth before he was even born.

"You let a bunch of ants destroy my plan that I've been preparing for tens of thousands of years right under my nose."

"Azeroth—the most perfect world soul—is now gone from me because of your... incompetence, the incompetence of both of you, and your damned queen!" Sargeras roared.

The last two words struck Rhodes' chest like a hammer blow. He felt a sweet taste in his throat, and blood welled up at the corner of his mouth, but he forced it back down.

This is the pressure of a true god. The mere pressure from emotional fluctuations is enough to injure a demigod.

"My lord, please let me explain—" Rhodes hurriedly began, his mind racing. He only had one chance; he had to get straight to the point.

“An explanation? You’d better give me a reasonable explanation, or you’ll end up like him.” Sargeras straightened up, waving one of his giant hands casually.

At the edge of the platform, Savas's screams suddenly rose in intensity. His body was torn apart by an invisible force, his limbs snapped off like rags, only to regrow under the influence of fel energy—but the new limbs were covered in twisted tumors and eyes. This punishment was not meant to kill him, but to torment him, to make him suffer eternally, to teach him the consequences of failure.

The Burning Legion must not fail.

“Lord Sargeras, I remember you gave me a reward. If you really want to kill me, then I hope you can use that reward, or rather, you would be willing to listen to my explanation,” Rhodes said.

This was his true trump card for daring to enter the Twisted Void; without this guarantee, this get-out-of-jail-free card, he wouldn't have come here!

"I didn't burn you to ashes immediately, and I didn't treat you the way I treated Savas immediately, because of this promise."

You should thank me for my kindness; I'm giving you a chance to explain.

Xavius ​​said it was all your fault, that you brought those traitors with you, that you secretly helped Illidan Stormrage—the 'Child of Prophecy' I personally converted—and that you were a spy from the very beginning.”

"Lord Sargeras! Please investigate! If I were an undercover agent, why would I risk jumping into the portal?"

If I wanted to betray them, I could simply stay in Azeroth and celebrate victory with the allied forces!

And if I remember correctly, it was you who told me not to interfere with the portal and not to interfere with this intrusion.

I wasn't involved in anything from beginning to end, and I even disobeyed your orders to come and help, but unfortunately I arrived a little late.

"If you had given the task of opening the portal to me from the beginning, instead of to that good-for-nothing Savvis, none of this would have happened. With me there, you should know that no one can interrupt the portal," Rodrik retorted.

"Really? You mean none of these problems are your fault? Don't worry, even if you fail this time, I won't punish you."

"I keep my word, this is the reward I promised you," Sargeras said.

"Lord Sargeras, it is Xavius! He is the root of all the fault."

He was always jealous that you valued me, and jealous that I could speak directly with you!