Struggle

The Void.

The void outside the real universe is the Void.

In Azeroth, this place is called the Twisting Nether.

Aiden had been there before.

The continent of Valoran also has places outside the real world.

In essence, the Twisting Nether outside Azeroth and the Void outside Valoran may refer to the same place.

It contains countless universes, boundless and without end.

The reason why Valoran doesn't have the footprints of the Pantheon Titans might just be because the Titans couldn't reach such a distant world.

Even the Titans couldn't explore the entire Void.

No one knows how vast the Void is, or how many strange creatures it harbors.

The last time Aiden traveled through the space-time tunnel, he relied on the divine power of Aman'Thul to summon six heroes: Vel'Koz, Kha'Zix, Cho'Gath, Kog'Maw, Xerath, and Malzahar.

For the first four, this environment was the most familiar place to them.

They were born in the Void.

Malzahar had been transformed by Void energy, and Xerath, as an energy being, could survive anywhere.

They acted separately, attacking the Burning Legion everywhere.

Life was extremely carefree.

But this time, Xerath had gathered all the heroes again.

"This is a really good place.

It's much richer in resources than the Void I used to roam.

I eat my fill every day!

How are you guys doing?"

Cho'Gath's voice carried a peculiar sense of satisfaction.

When he was first summoned, he was less than seven feet tall, but after these days of preying in the Twisting Nether, he was now five meters tall.

His size had increased countless times.

"The Terror of the Void," Cho'Gath, is a monster with a terrifying appearance.

His body is covered with sharp spikes, every part is a weapon, making him frightening.

He is at the top of the food chain among Void creatures—because he can infinitely increase his size by eating and devouring enemies.

If food can provide him with enough energy, no one knows how big he can grow—it doesn't need to be too big, just as big as the giant sea turtle god Zhenzi of Azeroth, and even the Titans of the Pantheon would have to walk around him.

The Void is a place full of infinite possibilities.

Not only Cho'Gath, but the strength of other heroes has also increased.

Different from Cho'Gath, who relies on increasing his size to become stronger, "The Voidreaver" Kha'Zix takes another path of evolution—he preys on powerful prey, strengthening his combat abilities by absorbing the best genes from his prey.

His end point must be to become the perfect killing machine!

Void creatures are always trying to strengthen themselves, while most intelligent creatures in the material world can only rely on external objects to strengthen their combat power in addition to tapping their own potential.

For example, humans, whose physical evolution may not produce much progress even after millions of years.

In this regard, Void creatures are the favored race.

"Where's Vel'Koz?

Does anyone know where he went?" Xerath asked.

The agreed time had passed, but the Eye of the Void was missing.

The others didn't know where Vel'Koz had gone either, so they had to exclude him.

"Speak, Xerath," Kha'Zix raised his blade-like forelimbs, which were weapons he had evolved, "What did you gather us for?

My time is very precious.

There are many prey waiting for me to hunt!"

"I'm hungry again…" Kog'Maw's voice sounded a bit pitiful.

But no one would really think he was a poor thing.

The green saliva dripping from the corner of this big bug's mouth is enough to corrode the sharpest weapons.

And spitting highly corrosive acid is his means of attack.

Xerath said: "Listen to me, not long ago I discovered an abnormal energy fluctuation coming from the Burning Legion's base camp.

A great demon is trying to summon a large teleportation array.

He seems to be Kil'jaeden."

As a pure arcane creature, Xerath could easily capture the strong magical fluctuations in the Twisting Nether.

"Malzahar and I discovered a large number of demons gathering near the portal.

They are preparing to invade a world."

"But what does this have to do with us?" Kha'Zix had no interest in these things.

In his opinion, fighting and evolution were the most important things.

Xerath said: "As far as I know, the world the demons are preparing to invade is the world where the Summoner descended.

Do you think it has anything to do with us?"

"alright, it does have something to do with it," Kha'Zix smacked his fanged mouth.

"The importance of the Summoner's safety goes without saying, everyone understands.

If he dies, none of us can live.

Everyone knows the strength of the Burning Legion.

We must do something to help the Summoner, at least ensure that he will not die under the attack of the Burning Legion."

Indeed, the Commander's safety is related to their lives.

Cho'Gath asked: "What's the plan?"

"We have to think of a way to destroy the teleportation gate on that side!"

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Not everyone can accept the Scourge like Aiden.

Even though after months of fighting side by side, the Alliance has re-accepted the orcs as human allies, many people still find it difficult to accept the fact that the Scourge has become an "ally"—this exceeds the bottom line they can accept.

Orcs are, after all, intelligent creatures that can communicate, and they are also a race directly threatened by the Burning Legion.

But the undead are not; they were the Burning Legion's pawns not long ago.

In essence, the existence of the undead goes against the natural laws of life and death, and even violates the teachings of the Holy Light.

The human kingdoms almost universally believe in the Holy Light, and the Holy Light cannot tolerate the undead.

Learning from Varimathras that Archimonde was constructing a long-term teleportation gate, Aiden and his brain trust judged this to be an excellent opportunity to strike at the enemy.

They should take advantage of the good opportunity when the Scourge betrayed and the Burning Legion suffered a heavy blow to pursue the victory, launch a counterattack, or even send a small elite force to harass or even destroy Archimonde's plan.

But he didn't expect that this most appropriate proposal would be strongly opposed.

Admiral Daelin Proudmoore said expressionlessly: "All the elites of Kul Tiras have been sent to transfer refugees, I'm afraid they can't support such an action."

Terenas also nodded and said: "Yes, we believe that we should take advantage of the great demon's inability to take care of this place to quickly organize a larger evacuation."

"Lord Aiden, perhaps you can send your Scourge—oh, I heard you call them the 'Forsaken'—to fight with the Burning Legion.

To be honest, I doubt their loyalty.

Will these undead continue to be driven by you when facing Archimonde?"

"This proposal is not bad, let those undead fight!

Whether more demons die or more undead die, it's a great thing for us!"

"The Holy Light is above, those undead should not walk under the sun!"

"Let them go to their deaths!

This is their best redemption!"

The conference room was filled with voices of doubt and sarcasm.

"So, you're against this plan?" Aiden said in a deep voice. He turned his gaze to Terenas, who was seated in the main seat. The old king of Lordaeron was the key to the decision. If he supported it, these dissenting voices would immediately disappear.

Terenas lowered his eyelids and said indifferently, "This plan is good. But we are really unable to launch a counterattack."

Aiden clenched his fists behind his back. He was somewhat disappointed with this decision. "Archimonde will breathe a great sigh of relief because of this."

He smiled self-deprecatingly, turned around, and strode out of the conference room. Sylvanas and the other members of the Valoran delegation also followed him out in single file. Stepping out of the throne room, he saw Kayle. The angel did not like the atmosphere of the conference room and had been waiting outside. Aiden gave her a forced smile, "Let's go."

"The meeting hasn't adjourned yet," Kayle said with a slight frown under her helmet.

"But the topic concerning us is over."

After he left, the throne room immediately erupted like a boiling pot.

Some people angrily accused:

"This is too rude!"

"It's simply ignoring us!"

"The Alliance took them in, has he forgotten so quickly?"

"Hmph, I don't think they have good intentions. Look at what he's done!"

Terenas frowned slightly, but he did not stop these people. He was getting old and did not have the vigor and tolerance he had when he was young. Since Aiden joined the Alliance Assembly as the leader of the Valoran Federation, the status of the Kingdom of Lordaeron has been increasingly challenged. The halo around this young man is too dazzling. Perhaps soon people will forget Lordaeron and turn to Valoran as the leader of the Alliance.

But Valoran has only been rooted in Azeroth for a year. What can be seen in such a short period of time?

In fact, since the battle report of the last battle at the Frozen Throne came, Terenas had been harboring a worry: he learned about the identities of Nozdormu and Malygos from some royal classics and ancient secrets. They are noble Guardian Dragons who have fought many times to protect Azeroth.

Is the person the Guardian Dragons are fighting against trustworthy?

Terenas was full of doubts.

Learning that Aiden had taken the Scourge into his own service without even saying hello, this move immediately triggered Terenas's long-accumulated dissatisfaction. This is also the main reason for what happened today.

The matter of privately accepting the undead has touched the sensitive point in Terenas's heart, who believes in the Holy Light.

As the criticism of Aiden increased, Thrall, the Warchief of the Orcs, who was present, finally couldn't bear it anymore. He stood up, glared at the group of people, and sarcastically said, "When you are slandering such a meritorious chancellor behind his back, think about what he has done and what you have done! What gives you the courage to unreasonably accuse a hero who has fought bloody battles to protect you?"

The conference room suddenly became silent. The Orc Warchief's strong body was full of pressure, and his sharp eyes made it impossible to look directly at him.

"Can scheming and playing tricks defeat the Burning Legion?" Thrall snorted coldly, and also left his seat. He strode towards the door, "The atmosphere here makes me sick. Excuse me!"

The Orcs beside him followed him out. Although Thrall is an Orc, he is also extremely intelligent among humans. He could see where this abnormal trend came from. Politics, this is politics.

Just like when Aiden walked out, when Thrall's strong figure disappeared at the door, the people in the conference room seemed to react at this moment. Curses and angry voices immediately drowned out the place.

"That green-skinned beast!"

"They are in cahoots!"

"It was Aiden who brought this group of green skins into the Alliance."

"Birds of a feather flock together!"

"Who doesn't know their nature? A group of crude and rude beasts!"

"I knew long ago that Orcs are not trustworthy!"

The conference room was in an uproar. A group of gentlemen spoke sharply, as if the Orcs had invaded again.

The Alliance Assembly gradually became a denunciation meeting. Terenas finally waved his hand, signaling for silence: "Let's discuss the topic of evacuation!"

At this time, Archmage Antonidas suddenly stood up.

Terenas said: "Archmage, what do you have to say? Please speak while seated!"

Antonidas took a deep look at the old king, his voice a little tired and hoarse: "I have something to do, so I'll take my leave first!"

He straightened his cloak, leaned on his staff, and turned to leave. The envoys behind him followed closely.

Terenas was a little stunned.

Then another person stood up, Queen Tess Greymane of Gilneas.

"Your Majesty Terenas, I also have some things to do, so I'll take my leave first. Excuse me!"

Tess and the Gilneas envoys beside her walked out together.

Terenas then realized that these people were protesting silently—or rather, they were supporting Aiden, who had first left his seat, through this action.

They chose the latter between the Kingdom of Lordaeron and the Valoran Federation.

"Is there anyone else who has something to do?" Terenas asked woodenly, his throat a little dry.

Kul Tiras, Stromgarde, the Knights of the Silver Hand, Stormwind, Ironforge, Aerie Peak, Gnomeregan, these are basically Lordaeron's strong supporters. They certainly wouldn't be like Dalaran and Gilneas just now.

Dalaran was the first to ally with Valoran, and a large number of refugees from Gilneas also moved into Los Angeles. Not to mention the Orcs, who were almost drawn in by Aiden alone.

Now that it was time to take sides, he naturally knew how to choose.

After the High Elf envoy left, the atmosphere in the conference room became extremely awkward. Now everyone understood what this meant.

Valoran Federation, Orcs, High Elves, Dalaran, Gilneas—in the blink of an eye, Aiden had gathered a force almost as strong as the Alliance led by Lordaeron.

If they knew that there were also Trolls and Tauren in Kalimdor, as well as a small number of Pandaren, fighting for the Valoran Federation, I'm afraid they would have to change the balance of power again.

Uther was also in the throne room. He strongly opposed the Forsaken joining the Alliance, because the existence of the undead violated the teachings of the Holy Light. But he knew very well that Aiden's proposal was not wrong. The Alliance should take advantage of Archimonde building the portal to gather elites and counterattack.

But no matter what, the Silver Hand is loyal to Lordaeron.

Looking at the seats in the conference room that were almost half empty, the old Paladin was somewhat silent.