Although the Dreadlords are called "Dreadlords," that only describes their behavior pattern—they are adept at gathering numerous minions, conquering territories, and becoming kings.
In the Burning Legion, only Sargeras's right and left hands— Archimonde the Defiler and Kil'jaeden the Deceiver— truly reached the level of a Demon Lord.
The mainstay of the Burning Legion consists of numerous Lord-level demons below the Demon Lord level. Unfortunately, Varimathras and Bessarius did not reach this level; they were both demon servants of a lower rank.
The hierarchy among demons is very strict, with higher-ranking demons naturally exerting a powerful influence over lower-ranking demons.
Varimathras was very familiar with this kind of pressure, so he could tell at a glance that Unas had been corrupted into a lord-level demon, which was of a higher rank than himself.
"How is this possible?" The Dreadlord felt fear itself, something he hadn't experienced in a long time. "You're just a human who knows a little bit of Holy Light!"
Throughout its long life, it has seen countless races. Humans, with a lifespan of less than a hundred years, are merely a lower form of intelligent beings. Their inherent inferiority determines that humans can never become a higher form of demon.
But it never dreamed that the Emerald Tree sacrificed by Unas was the Life Essence accumulated by the Chuyun Fir over tens of thousands of years, and the Source of Life condensed from the countless young creatures painstakingly instilled by Gunsel.
The abundance of the offering was beyond anyone's expectations; even Unas was unaware of the true value of the Emerald Tree.
Sargeras created a very fair energy Fel —you get what you contribute.
Furthermore, the devastating amplification from the fall of Holy Light users propelled Unas across several levels, directly reaching the rank of Demon Lord.
Unas remained silent, his once gentle eyes now sharp and cold. His consciousness had not fully returned; his mind was filled only with the desire for destruction.
The obsession he held before his demonic transformation hadn't disappeared; tearing the Dreadlord to pieces remained his primary objective.
With a flap of his bat wings, Unas vanished instantly, only to reappear before the Dreadlord in the next instant, his explosive power propelling his speed to an extremely high level.
Varimathras didn't even see his shadow before a pair of steel-like claws pierced his chest. An irresistible force spread outwards through the claws, threatening to tear the demon in two from his chest.
The thought of resistance lasted only half a second before vanishing without a trace. With a "bang," the demon unleashed its ultimate escape technique, exploding into a cloud of blue mist. Dozens of bats of all sizes fled rapidly in all directions within the mist.
Despite his claws missing their mark, Unas's movements were not affected in the slightest. He immediately launched a pursuit, his figure flashing continuously in the air at maximum speed. Bat clones burst into blood mist and fell down one after another, being wiped out in the blink of an eye.
However, some managed to slip through the net and hide beneath the trees. The Curse Vision had already locked onto one, Unas immediately fell back into the Forest.
Beneath the Forest, Varimathras had reverted to his original form, surrounded by his Undead minions in the center. However, he was no longer the kingly figure he had been just minutes before. His unfocused gaze and unsteady stance revealed that this demon was extremely weak—the deaths of ninety percent of his bat avatars had severely weakened him.
Its enormous claws were gripping the back of a girl's neck; it was its last card. "How about we make a deal?"
Unas watched this scene without feeling the slightest disturbance.
After venting his anger through the killing, his consciousness had returned from the initial chaos of demonization, and his memories from before the demonization began to return one by one.
Luisa, that familiar and lovely face from my memory, now seems utterly meaningless.
Human emotions had vanished from Unas's heart. Love, friendship, and family ties were all worthless to him. He even felt that adding a few bloody cracks to the face of this tearful girl, or turning her into a mangled corpse, would be more aesthetically pleasing.
The Dreadlord couldn't possibly be unaware of this, but in its desperate situation, it still clung to a sliver of hope that the Paladin had retained a trace of humanity.
Looking into the cold eyes of the newly Demon Lord, Varimathras knew he had guessed wrong. The Undead soldiers around him were well-equipped and well-trained, but they could not give him any sense of security. He knew that they were just thin paper in front of the other party.
If you don't want to be erased, you have no choice but to submit. Varimathras is very good at this and has no psychological barriers to it. From the Burning Legion to the Banshee Queen to this new demon, what difference is there?
"I am willing to submit to you and obey your commands..."
Unas chuckled wickedly and interrupted, "What value do you have?"
Once his mind cleared, he stopped pursuing the destructive impulse of revenge and regained his normal thinking.
"I can control half of Undercity's forces, and I... I also know this human woman's true identity!"
"Oh?"
"She is Arthas's sister, the last surviving member of the royal family of Lordaeron!"
"Really?" Unas was taken aback. "How did you know?"
"It was just a coincidence..."
It turns out that a few weeks ago, Varimathras's western defenses intercepted a five-person human squad attempting to smuggle themselves south.
Although the team was small in number, it was very strong in combat. However, in the end, it was overwhelmed by the overwhelming numbers. Three people were killed and two escaped.
Due to the heavy casualties and meager results, even the Dreadlord took notice of the matter.
The bodies of the stowaways were naturally used to replenish the army. One of them, after being transformed into Undead, retained his memories of his previous life and confessed everything under the interrogation of the demon.
It turned out that they were escorting Princess Lordaeron! The demon was overjoyed and immediately came up with a brilliant plan to kill two birds with one stone.
It deliberately leaked this secret to Nathanos the Blightcaller, the queen's most loyal follower and the demon's greatest political enemy, who frequently and secretly monitored and probed its movements. Taking advantage of the queen's absence from the city, it eliminated this annoying fly.
Nathanos was overjoyed upon receiving the news. If he could capture Menethil's bloodline, he would surely win the Queen's favor. He immediately set about it.
A strong sense of self-interest blinded the Blightcaller's usual shrewdness, and he sent out all the living spies he had secretly trained without hesitation.
The spies infiltrated human territory and quickly located their target, but at the same time they also received information that the princess was about to be sent underground.
The magical Teleportation Array arrays in human territory are heavily guarded; once the princess is sent away, finding her again becomes extremely difficult.
The Blightcaller immediately began emergency operations, and to ensure everything went smoothly, he decided to take charge himself.
He was paired with the most elite human spies. The kidnapping operation started smoothly, but encountered many setbacks in the middle. In the end, however, he, the mantis, was mercilessly devoured by the oriole played by Varimathras.