"Your Majesty, Assassin's League has taken over this "Royal Mission", and His Excellency the "Duke" has personally sent back the message. They guarantee that they can deliver the inheritance of Staff of the Guardian and Ebony Chill to every city in the mainland within five days."
In the King's Hall, after Modera Grand Magus was run away in anger, King Llane's intelligence chief appeared in the shadows.
This master human assassin, who was wearing gray-black leather armor and covering his face with a black scarf, reported to his Majesty:
"In addition, Assassin's League returned our deposit. They said that the invasion of the Stormwind Kingdom is a major matter related to the security of the mainland. In such a critical matter of life and death, Ravenholdt is also willing to contribute to mankind, so they will carry out this operation for free."
"Hmph, that sounds grand."
King Llane is not a fool, so it is strange that he can believe what those assassins in the shadows say.
The haggard king rubbed his brow and said:
"An organization like Ravenholdt can only grow in chaos. They are eager to cause such a big thing and are naturally willing to add fuel to the flames. But since they have said so, then, Mr. Pasonia, it is up to you to come forward and recruit a group of Shadow Walker for the kingdom in Assassin's League.
As long as there are assassins and killers who have the courage to fight Green Skins, Stormwind Kingdom's royal treasury will pay them generous rewards.
If they can achieve meritorious service, the crimes they committed in the kingdom in the past can also be given a lighter punishment after obtaining the forgiveness of the victim.
If I can bring back the head of a Chieftain, I can even personally pardon them and issue them with certificates of appointment as lords and nobles."
"They can't do it!"
Garona, who was next to Diakum, looked at Parsonia Shawl in a "peer-provocative" way. She shook her head and said:
"There are assassins among Green Skins. Shattered Hand Clan under Kargath·Shattered Hand is the most dangerous killer and torturer of Draenor. I am not looking down on you humans, but your fighting style is too "mild" and you cannot be the opponent of the Shattered Hand Clan's group of thugs.
I suggest you, uh, don't set your majesty's reward so high.
Warlord and High Overseer are the commanders of the Green Skins clan. Chieftain generally don't visit the front line in person, so it is more appropriate to make Warlord the target of the bounty."
"Well, then follow the advice of this K'ure warrior."
Because Lothar personally recommended it, King Llane had great trust in Diakum and others. He gave instructions to his master assassin. Pasonia glanced at Garona's provocative eyes, shook his head, and disappeared quietly into the shadows of the hall.
It can be seen that this human master assassin is too lazy to meet Garona.
Even in the official history, it was Garona who dug out King Llane's heart in front of her, which directly caused Stormwind's great defeat in the first Orcs war.
In short, these two people are also "rivals".
"Grandpa, I want to "test" the methods of these human assassins, and let them see the style of the Draenor assassin."
Garona whispered in Diakum's ear:
"Please give me permission."
"Go ahead and come back early tomorrow morning to serve as King Llane's "Royal Guard"."
Diakum said:
"From tomorrow until the end of Orcs's siege, you are not allowed to take a step away from King Llane. Orcs will definitely send assassins to try to assassinate him, or even Kargath·Shattered Hand himself. This is your professional field."
"Okay! Leave it to me."
Garona took a step back and disappeared into the shadows,
Lothar and Llane then made a series of strategic and tactical arrangements. The "Scorched Earth" strategy he proposed was recognized by the king, but Lothar still needed to be personally responsible for the emergency recruitment. Llane assured him that the entire kingdom's power would advance around this war, but now he had too many things to deal with.
When saying goodbye, Diakum gave the Lionheart Sword and Lion's Shield that he had used before to King Llane, and he whispered:
"This "King's Sword and Shield" was specially forged by Medivh for you. It is a set of weapons with Lionheart Executioner Holy Sword in Marshal Lothar's hand. I used it to kill a batch of Green Skins before. I have already cleaned it up for you. Please don't mind."
"How many Orcs have you killed with it?"
King Llane is also a good Warrior, but as a king, he definitely does not pursue personal force, so he is a legendary and critical level Warrior, not strong but not weak either.
At this time, he held the sword of Lion in his hand, stroked the sharp blade, and felt the love of his sworn brother for him. He said softly:
"Would I be satisfied if there weren't ten Orcs dead souls under this sword, Diakum the Saint."
"Well, you can rest assured."
Dick said warmly:
"It has drunk the blood of ninety-nine Orcs."
"Then why not get together a hundred?"
The little prince Varian next to the king asked curiously. Diakum the Saint did not answer the question, but just smiled at him. The half-giant's smile shocked the little prince.
When Vigilant left, Varian looked at his big tail with a golden tail sleeve curiously, feeling that this big tail was quite majestic.
"Father King, why didn't the giant use this sword to gather a hundred enemies for you Execute?"
He asked the question again.
King Llane put the sword back into its sheath, then stroked the protective side Lion's Shield, and whispered:
"Because the last one has to be completed by my own hands, child. I am the king, and guarding this land is my mission and responsibility. I will personally Execute those invading Green Skins. I will live and die with this city!"
After speaking, the king touched his son's head and said:
"In a few days, you and your mother will take a boat to Kul Tiras. King Daelin will definitely take good care of you."
"I'm not going!"
Varian is angry.
He had reached the point where he could understand the difficulties of the world, and he clenched his fists and shouted:
"You and Lothar fought against Gnoll on the city wall when they were my age. I want to follow your example and stay here! I also want to protect the people of the Stormwind Kingdom.
You taught me to be brave since I was a child, but why do you make me a coward now?"
"The bravery of a leader is different from the bravery of Warrior. You must learn to be a king from now on! Be obedient!"
"I don't! If becoming a king means being a coward, then I would rather be Warrior! I'm not the king anymore, Llane, you can just find a coward to be your son."
"You little brat! Come here, are you disobedient? Watch me break your legs!"
"Your name is Morgus?"
Near Ripper Valley of the Redridge Mountains, in the old and damaged Mage Tower, Zuluhed, who was leaning on the Fel artifact Ulthalesh, the Deadwind Harvester, looked at the human Warlock standing in front of him with his hands arrogantly.
He put on the air of a big shot, sat on this shabby Mage Tower chair, and said:
"I heard that you were expelled by the mages of the Stormwind Kingdom. Why have you fallen into such a state of decline? You actually want to use Gnoll as a servant. And what are you studying?
Look at these disgusting minced meat skeletons, making the good Mage Tower look like a slaughterhouse, looking like a psychic experiment?"
Orc Warlock's words were very rude, but the human spell caster Morgus did not dare to refute.
Not only because the big Warlock in front of him was far stronger than him, but also because he could feel a cruel coldness from the magic scythe in his hand.
As long as you don't say a word well, the terrifying thing living in this magic sickle will definitely be happy to tear your soul apart.
He is Warlock.
Being able to bend and stretch is a basic professional skill.
Therefore, when faced with Zuluhed's inquiry, Morgus respectfully replied:
"Because I study psychic magic, sir, this is the secret that flows from Quel'Thalas, but Dalaran thinks it is unacceptable to blaspheme the dead, so it lists psychic magic as a taboo. However, as far as I know, there is more than one Lich hidden among Dalaran, which shows their hypocrisy!
My colleagues at Stormwind are a bunch of cowards!
They didn't have the guts to study this forbidden power and were worried that I would ruin their reputation, so they kicked me out of "Blue Hermit Association".
That damn Grand Magus Theocritus has become the spiritual leader of that group of rats since he traveled to the Stormwind Kingdom, and our former leader, Andomas Grand Magus, who took over the royal Grand Magus position of Lord Nielas Aran, is also a coward.
Andomas allowed Theocritus to target me, but he didn't even dare to fart. I can only hide in this remote place in order to avoid disaster."
He shook his head and sighed:
"Stormwind Kingdom is not a spellcaster Holy Land, but the mage struggle here is as complicated and scary as Dalaran. I am just a researcher obsessed with power and truth. It is normal for me to be driven away by them because I don't fit in with others.
But don't look at my downfall, sir, I also have partners in Stormwind.
Those Warlocks are having a hard time being squeezed out by mages, so we always have to stick together to keep warm."
"Oh, then it looks like you are of some use."
Zuluhed nodded with satisfaction and asked:
"Are you interested in joining Shadow Council?"
"Huh? You mean, you want me to serve Green Skins Orcs who are attacking my motherland?"
Morgus stared, shook his head and said:
"No! Although I study dark forces, I also have my own bottom line."
"Hmph, you dig graves, steal corpses, control Gnoll as slaves, and Warlock, want to talk to me about the bottom line? Don't be too ridiculous, young man!"
Zuluhed knocked on the table and said:
"When Stormwind is captured, Grand Magus Theocritus, who has a grudge against you, will be at your disposal!"
"You're really good at reading people! Although I don't know what kind of organization "Shadow Council" is yet, I can tell from the name that it must be very tolerant."
Morgus showed a cold smile, rubbed his hands and said:
"In fact, there is no need to capture Stormwind. Dear Lord Zuluhed, that guy from Theocritus pretends to be noble and unwilling to intervene in the political struggle of the Stormwind Kingdom, so he lives in Tower of Azora with a group of followers in Elwynn Forest. They do not accept outsiders, but they welcome visits from spellcasters.
Bah!
He pretends to be noble, but I know that he came all the way to the Stormwind Kingdom just for the artifact "Hand of Azora" hidden in Tower of Azora.
Now he has it!
Stay in Mage Tower all day long to study the power of the artifact."
"Huh?"
Hearing the word artifact, Zuluhed immediately sat up straight and asked:
"What is that "Hand of Azora"? What powerful power does it have?"
"Well, it's not an offensive weapon."
Morgus explained:
"It is an artifact of enchantment and inscription. It is said that when Hand of Azora is used as a medium, it can avoid tedious preparations and make all enchanting effects permanently enhanced. The inscription artifacts made with it will also be of the highest quality."
"Can't it be used in combat? Then it's useless."
Orc Warlock immediately lost interest, waved his hand and said:
"Then, as long as you join us and wait until Fenris Wolfbrother's army captures Tower of Azora, that Mage Tower will be at your disposal! In addition, your psychic research is very useful. I have a psychic outline from Gul'dan here for you to take a look at and produce a batch of "Death Knight" for War Horde in the shortest possible time!"
Dragonmaw Clan Chieftain handed a piece of research information to Morgus, who accepted it with a blank expression.
This thing is written in Orcish.
He still needed some time to translate, but when he saw the Demon Sword and "Apocalypse" that Zuluhed brought that were full of death power, the greed in Morgus's eyes could not be concealed at all.
He said seriously:
"I will definitely give all my strength to Great Chieftain to conquer Consecration, but I need to recruit a group of frustrated Warlock to help, and by the way, bring us some of Stormwind's current situation."
"Leave a few smart and capable people there."
Zuluhed narrowed his eyes and said:
"When the time comes, I will act as an internal agent for Horde's army and disrupt Stormwind from within. If I do a good job, I will be greatly rewarded!"
"Okay, I will contact them immediately. Sir, please wait a moment."
Morgus hurried to another place in Mage Tower, while Orc Warlock stayed here and looked at the research of the human traitor. He found that this guy was quite talented and was trying to make a "flesh puppet" by himself, but he used the wrong method.
After a while, Morgus rushed back with a solemn expression and said to Zuluhed:
"Something big happened!
Marshal Lothar returned to Stormwind with the holy staffs Atiesh, Greatstaff of the Guardian and Ebony Chill, and announced to the spellcasters across the continent that they would choose successors for the two artifacts there.
Now Assassin's League has spread the news to the whole world, and spellcasters across the continent will be attracted to Stormwind."
"Ah?"
Zuluhed was startled, but then he muttered:
"What's going on with those two staffs?"
"That's an artifact! It's a real artifact! Now the whole Stormwind is boiling, and all the casters are gearing up."
Morgus excitedly told Zuluhed about the power of the two mages.
After hearing that holding Atiesh - Guardian's Scepter will instantly transform you into a magical demigod, even though Dragonmaw Clan Chieftain has been seen on the market a lot, I couldn't help but stand up.
Although the two artifacts in his hands are powerful, they are all foreign objects after all.
Dragon Soul can control giant dragons and extract their power, but it is difficult to infuse the power into himself. The newly obtained Uthales the Shadow Scythe can strengthen the Warlock spell to the level of a demi-god, but the greedy soul living inside it requires a large number of souls as sacrifices, and it is stingy and unwilling to share its power with the user. Moreover, once it is weak, it will most likely be counterattacked by the magic sickle.
These two artifacts are great, but not great enough!
An artifact like Guardian's Holy Staff that can instantly grant powerful power to oneself is what Zuluhed wants most.
"Lothar said that all spellcasters in the entire continent have the opportunity to hold the holy staff."
Zuluhed rubbed the magic sickle in his hand, he laughed and said:
"We are also spellcasters, and we are also in the Eastern Continent, which means that we also have a role in seeing it! Okay, okay, then what are you waiting for! Let's attack quickly.
You!
Morgus, Shadow Council's new star, hurry up and finish your work! If you miss this good opportunity, see how I punish you."
"Yes, sir, I will definitely try my best."
Morgus stroked Apocalypse Demon Sword in the weapon box and said with a sneer:
"Theocritus is a powerful Grand Magus. I believe that after his soul is tempered by death, he will be able to give Shadow Council Consecration his Lich power. Before that, I must first use this powerful artifact to complete my own psychic magic.
All glory goes to Shadow Council!
All glory goes to Zuluhed!"
"Hahahaha"
The two Warlock laughed wildly in this shabby Mage Tower, but before they could fully enjoy this dark fun, a voice sounded in Zuluhed's ears:
"Why are you laughing while riding a horse? You're like a ghost hiding in the sewer. Come here quickly! Eranikus His Majesty wants to see you!"
"Oh, here we come."
Zuluhed knew that it was his fellow dragon calling him. He encouraged Morgus with a few words, leaving a few Orc Warlock here to "assist" the new members, and then rushed to join Lord Leshorn.
He wasn't that keen on working for these moody dragons.
But the problem is that Dragon Soul was given by someone else, and I am not yet proficient in using Uthales the Shadow Scythe. Now is really not a good opportunity to fall out with the dragons. My power in War Horde must be maintained by these powerful dragons.
But when Zuluhed arrived at the dragon nest that the dragons had temporarily built for him in the Redridge Mountains, he was surprised to see Lord Leshorn's rare illusion of Fel Elves appearing here.
"Why do you still have such a face?"
Zuluhed joked:
"So thin, such a sissy!"
"You should stop talking while riding the horse. His Majesty Eranikus is waiting for you."
Lord Leshorn was too lazy to pay attention to this idiot Warlock. In his elf form, he pointed to the inside of the cave and said:
"Go there by yourself and be careful what you say. His Majesty Eranikus is not as easy to talk a leader as Annihilator. If you offend it, although we have been very happy to cooperate recently, I will have to swallow you up."
Zuluhed nodded and walked into the cave under the gaze of the dragons.
A group of dark green flames burned on the stone pillar, reflecting a tall elf wearing dark green elf armor, a crown and dragon horns on his head. The other person's two long strands of black hair followed the pointed ears and went down to the chest.
This adds a touch of gloomy elegance to its gloomy look.
It wears a dragon-headed sword on its waist and sits on the throne of an unknown demon world. After Zuluhed half-knelt to greet him, Nightmare Tyrant said in a low tone:
"You got Dragon Soul, which means you can participate in our plan. Do you know what to do next? Warlock."
"I heard Lord Leshorn say that Emerald Dragonflight and Dragon Aspects should be awakened from their dreams."
Zuluhed whispered:
"I have prepared everything for your great cause Consecration, but the problem is that I don't know much about the dragons of this world."
"You don't need to know much, you just have to follow the plan."
Eranikus waved his hand and said:
"After Lethon and the others have arranged everything, you take Dragon Soul back to Temple of Atal'Hakkar in Black Morass, set a trap there, wait until the Emerald Dragonflight members arrive, restrain and control them there, until my beloved Ysera appears.
Warlock, you must control Ysera, but you can't hurt her!
If even one piece of my beloved Dragon Scale is damaged, what awaits you will be a disaster!"
"Well, that sunken temple! I know that place."
Zuluhed said:
"I heard that the evil gods of the local Trollss are sealed there?"
"Yes, Gurubashi Trolls has been trying to resurrect "Soulflayer"."
The gloomy Eranikus waved his hand in a royal manner and said:
"This matter is indispensable without their help. Just wait patiently. Jin'do, the magic master of Gurubashi Trolls, will take the initiative to contact you. After the matter is completed, I will find my beloved and regain control of my Burning Legion. Soulflayer will return to its territory, and both parties will be happy.
As for you, Warlock.
You will also get what you desire. I heard that you have been collecting artifacts?
Haha, go ahead, Lethon will give you your "reward"."