42. Stormwind Safety Reminder: If You Encounter a Cultist Gathering, Report It to the Nearest Church Immediately [45]

(Additional update for brother "Huo Zhengtinghao" [4/5])

The failure of the war between Tower of Azora and Eastvale has not yet been known to everyone, but Goldshire is very close to the city, so after the place was harassed, Stormwind immediately sent knights to protect it.

The news of the large group of knights leaving the city could not be concealed from the concerned people in the city, and soon, a small "party" was held.

Just on the edge of Mage Quarter, which has been very lively recently, in the hidden basement of a dilapidated hotel called "Slaughtered Lamb", candles were lit but could not dispel the darkness at all, but everyone present did not care much. What they wanted was this "hazy feeling" hiding in the darkness.

After all, they are a group of Warlock.

Warlock people generally don't like to work in particularly bright places. Too much light will always cause their dark eyes and hearts to suffer too many challenges.

It's hard to say which era Warlock's inheritance of Azeroth World originated from, but it is certain that when Elven Empire still existed in ancient times, Queen Azshara had a group of court mages under his command who specialized in demon summoning and Fel research.

Especially in the short period of time when Empress and Burning Legion reached a "cooperation agreement", Fel research has become a rising "excellent science".

However, after Great Sundering, the Warlock inheritance declined.

Kaldorei Moon Goddess Kingdom can't even tolerate the elves who use Arcane, and even caused the internal division of High Elf's "self-exile" seven thousand years ago, not to mention their opposition to High Elf. Now that Warlock's attitude has changed, with Watcherss who specialize in pursuit and capture patrolling Kalimdor, Warlock will die if he dares to show his face.

The inheritance of human Warlock is probably Origin from Dalaran.

There is no shortage of mentally distressed spellcasters in City of Magic who want to make "big news". They are always tempted by inexplicable powers and unintentionally open the portal to Twisting Nether, causing small-scale demonic invasions.

Burning Legion has never given up spying on Azeroth, so the demonic invasion incidents that Dalaran has caused over the years are actually much more common than civilians know.

Most of them are dealt with by mages in time, but there are always a small number of demons hiding in the human world. Therefore, the Warlock profession has prospered in the darkness, but just like Green Skins Orcs people hate Warlock, normal people are unlikely to have much favorable impression of this profession that deals with demons all day long.

Therefore, their current living situation is the same as the shabby hotel where they are hiding, operating secretly and disappearing from everyone.

But even the rats in the gutter have a desire to roam under the sunshine, so after smelling the chaos of the Stormwind Kingdom storm, the Warlock people also became restless.

"I see this Wrynn Royal Family pill, Gnoll dares to fight Goldshire. Even the majesty of the kingdom cannot suppress the beasts. What's more, Gnoll of the Riverpaw Clan is just a branch of Elwynn Forest.

Their real base camp is in the mountainous area of Westfall!"

A hooded Warlock said in a gloomy tone:

"Elwynn Forest is in such chaos. I don't even need to say what is going on with Westfall. The kingdom and even the granary of Eastern Kingdoms are going to be in chaos. It's hard to say what the outcome of this battle will be."

"So, you stayed up late at night and summoned everyone here just to hear you make these critical comments that anyone who is not blind can see?"

A young Warlock scolded in dissatisfaction:

"We risk being caught and burned to death by those fanatical Ash Knight people. We are not gathered here just to listen to your nonsense! Come on, Korein, what are you going to do?"

"Oh, don't worry, Galders is the new star among us."

Warlock, who was sitting in the middle of the basement, waved his hand. Under the gaze of others, he said in a deep voice:

"The devils are coming. We are all Warlock, and we can all detect the recent restlessness of Twisting Nether. I think more than one of us has personally heard the invitation from Polluter's messenger to us.

Burning Legion is about to enter Azeroth and complete what they did not finish ten thousand years ago. I have called everyone here just to ask for your opinions.

Who do you think has the advantage?"

No one answered this question.

Warlock people will not answer such stupid questions.

This Stormwind Kingdom can't even defeat Green Skins Orcs. If a more brutal demon enters this world, there will be no need to say who will lose and who will win. The Warlocks remain silent, waiting for the "key points" that the convener wants to convey tonight.

"The power of Polluter has entered Azeroth, and Magic Plague is rampant in Northern Borderlands. It's just that all countries and Dalaran are suppressing the news, but as long as you have some information channels, you can know what happened to Menethil Harbor and Southshore."

Warlock Korein let out a sinister laugh.

He clapped his hands, and immediately his gloomy servant came forward pushing a cage covered with cloth. The strong but dull human servant opened the cloth, revealing the huddled human woman in the cage.

She was a young girl, she looked to be twelve or thirteen years old, but her arms and neck were covered with shocking gray patches, and she was coughing constantly. She was so weak that the naked eye even had the light in her eyes become turbid, giving the impression that she was an immature and stupid person.

"You're crazy about riding a horse!"

A large group of Warlock dispersed immediately, and someone in the crowd cursed:

"How dare you bring patients infected with Magic Plague into Stormwind? Aren't you afraid that Magic Plague will break out here?"

"Don't be stupid!"

The young Warlock Galders who spoke before said coldly:

"This is his purpose! Korein plans to let Magic Plague break out in this city. This bitch has taken refuge in the devil!"

"Don't be stupid, what does surrender mean?"

Warlock Korein scolded very unhappily:

"This is called choosing a good bird to roost in! It's a basic skill that a good Warlock must master, and I didn't bring this poor Southshore girl here just to turn her into a weapon, you idiots.

I just want to use her to show you the other side of "Magic Plague", which is a key given to us by Polluter.

Huh, watch it!"

He stood up, took a small bottle of green stuff from the servant's hand, and showed it to the other Warlocks.

It was a potion stained with demon blood. Many of Warlock's rituals required the use of this potion. Of course, it was much lighter than the one Gul'dan gave Orcs to drink.

At least this stuff won't turn the drinker into a half-demon immediately.

"Come on, girl, you are in pain, the disease is tormenting you, drink this and you will feel much better."

He twisted open the medicine bottle and handed it to the little girl in the cage. The latter took the medicine bottle tremblingly under the temptation of Mind Magic, and poured it into her mouth with her gray-spotted hands.

For ordinary people, drinking demon blood would be suicide. The girl soon let out a sharp cry of pain, as if she had drank a ball of lava. She scratched her body and screamed in pain. Green light spots lit up along her blood vessels, as if some strange substance was running through her body.

But what made Warlock people's eyes widen was that after she drank the demon blood, her Magic Plague symptoms quickly subsided.

Dispersion, whose gray spots were visible to the naked eye, no longer coughed, and even the light in his eyes became brighter.

"Can Fel restrain Magic Plague?"

Warlocks exclaimed:

"Is this Polluter's "gift"?"

"Yes, this is a gift from the benevolent Polluter to Azeroth sentient beings. You don't even need to drink the demon blood. As long as you are wearing Fel, you will not be infected by Magic Plague. And those poor people who are tortured by the degenerative disease can heal without medicine if they drink the demon blood in time, and they can also gain the power of the devil to protect themselves!"

Korein opened his hands in front of the cage and said to Warlock:

"You should know with your own eyes that our group will inevitably grow rapidly in a short period of time, especially in those areas where Magic Plague is raging. The righteous people who want to survive will become our companions!

Burning Legion will definitely win. Only those who kneel down now are qualified to enjoy the glory of victory!

I know that you are all outstanding Warlock. We are already walking the road of Fel. The disaster in the eyes of others is the opportunity for us to rise! Why can Arcane Mage be respected, but we have to be despised by others?

Haha, brothers and sisters, times have changed! The road to change will be opened by our own hands.

I am now a loyal servant of Polluter, and I personally hand over to you this opportunity to change your destiny. Go! Smash these jars all over the city, and you don't even need to do anything extra."

Korein opened the curtain behind him, revealing dozens of hidden plague jars. He said loudly:

"This is a choice, but those who are tortured will eventually regard us as "Savior", and the embrace of Fel will be pulled apart by our own hands. So, what do you say?"

"There is only one choice!"

The young Warlock Galders who had just said bad words strode forward. He half-knelt at the feet of Korein, stretched out his hand to take the two plague jars, and said loudly:

"I will be loyal to you! The great "Saviors"Korein."

"Me too!"

Another tall guy squeezed out of the crowd and knelt down in front of Korein. Amid the laughter of the evil Warlock, more plague cans were distributed.

But before taking action, Galders, the first loyalist, said to his colleagues from South Seas north:

"You should be careful. Today the patrols in the city have been replaced by that group of fanatical Ash Knight. It is said that they touched "Seraphim Holy Blade" at Tirisfal and gained the ability to see through disguises. Those of us will definitely be arrested and killed as soon as we encounter them.

My opinion is, you should hide first!

I have a formal mage apprentice license at Stormwind, and they can't do anything to me.

I'm going to investigate their movement trajectory, and then we'll set off again to avoid being caught in the same trap."

"Yes, yes."

The tall Warlock, who covered his body with a hood, also said in human language with a strange accent:

"Everyone serves Burning Legion and the great Lord Korein in order to obtain power and honor. There is no need to risk your life for this kind of thing. I will go out with this colleague to investigate for everyone. At least you must survive before you can enjoy tomorrow, right?"

"Well said, Galders!"

"Yes, yes, you have been promising since you were a kid."

"Be smart and don't lose your place."

Warlock are a group of selfish people who value their own lives more than anything else. They long for someone to help them fight the thunder, but Korein rolled his eyes and said to the two guys:

"My servant will go with you. Don't worry, he won't do anything bad."

"Okay! Let's leave now."

Galders carried two plague jars and left the shabby tavern with the tall Warlock beside him, whom he did not recognize, and was "accompanied" by Korein's servant.

The three of them rushed out Mage Quarter in the dark and along the wall. In the dark and uninhabited alley leading to Cathedral Square, Galders took out the plague jar and seemed to intend to smash it open, but Korein's servant said coldly:

"You can get infected faster if you go to places where people gather."

"Okay, okay."

Galders had a face full of agreement, and he put the plague jar into his arms.

But the moment he turned around, he pulled out a highly poisonous Warlock dagger, turned around and stabbed the servant behind him in the heart.

The tall Warlock who was following behind also cast spells at the same time like Fu Ruxinzhi. The blazing flexible fire roared in from behind, melting less than half of the guy's body at once, causing him to scream and reveal his true form.

One Demon Guard!

However, when the two Warlock suddenly turned against each other, even the real demon didn't have much to do. It screamed and fell to the ground, and the tall Warlock used Soul Stone to restrain the demon soul and turned it into his servant.

"What are you doing!"

Galders scolded:

"You took away Korein's servant. He will definitely notice that Warlock left there is in danger!"

"Haha, you are already considered Warlock, and you still care so much about other colleagues?"

The tall Warlock sneered and said:

"Don't be stupid, it's their own decision to stay there, let them live their lives! Come on, follow me, you must report this matter to Vigilant!"

He stepped forward and rushed towards Cathedral Square, Galders blinked and followed him.

The two quickly rushed into the square and were almost hacked to death by Ash Knight Herod, who was holding a giant blade to watch the night. This was all because these two guys had the aura of demons on their bodies, which triggered Ash Knight's "Demon-Slaying Frenzy".

"Wait a minute, do it!"

The tall Warlock crushed the rune stones in his hand, revealing his true identity.

It was a brown-skinned Mag'har Orcs. He was holding the commander emblem of the K'ure Alliance and shouted:

"I am Yorin Death-Eye, Blood Ring Chieftain of Mag'har Orcs, and I am one of the apprentices of Vigilant! There is a group of Warlock in the city gathering to try to spread Magic Plague to Stormwind! Their leader is suspected to be a high-ranking demon in disguise!

Please quickly ask Vigilant to go and suppress it in person!"

"Ang?"

Herod, who had already drawn his sword, was shocked when he heard this, especially when he saw the plague jars in the hands of the two Warlock who came to report. Even the fanatic whose brain was burnt by his faith realized the seriousness of the problem, and he hurried back to report.

Galders looked at the brown-skinned Orcs in front of him up and down, and he whispered:

"I didn't expect you to be a good guy, but how did you sneak into Korein without being discovered?"

"Hmph, do I have to tell you that I have a divine weapon on me?"

Yorin Death-Eye touched All-Seeing Ring on his finger, waved his hand and said:

"I deserved my bad luck. When I fell into Azeroth, I used demon teleportation. As a result, the teleportation went out of control and sent me headfirst into Blackrock Mountain. I met Korein at Dark Iron Bar. That guy was recruiting troops at the time.

I learned this disguise technique from that damn stingy dwarf boss and spent all the materials I had on it.

But it's all worth it!

K'ure Alliance hates all Fel walkers, and Mag'har Orcs is at odds with Warlock! It is my duty to sniff out and eradicate them, and it is also the mission given to me by my compatriots! I will never give up on this matter in my life.

Those evil Warlock, I will kill every one of them on sight!"

"But you're also a Warlock!"

Galders widened his eyes and said:

"We are all traveling together, why should we embarrass each other?"

"I am good Warlock! I am different from you sewer garbage."

Yorin Death-Eye scolded:

"I embarked on this path for revenge. There is no good or evil in power, but there is in the human heart! Look, Vigilant is here."

He took a few steps forward and saluted Diakum with the courtesy of the K'ure Alliance. With All-Seeing Ring in hand, Yorin Death-Eye could see through the illusion.

"Well done!"

Diakum praised:

"Your hometown will be proud of you. Lothar lacks experts who specialize in dealing with demonic forces. Jorin. I recommend you to serve as the marshal's Warlock adviser. You will temporarily serve in the army and win meritorious service for yourself in this strange world. At the same time, you will promote the purity and bravery of Mag'har Orcs."

"Well, I will definitely do my best, but Vigilant, those evil Warlock must be eradicated immediately!"

Jorin pointed in the direction of Mage Quarter, Diakum nodded, waved his hand, and the fifty-dollar brothers flashed in the light, rushing towards the road sign for the urgently assembled Ash Knights.

But an energy conflict also broke out over Mage Quarter. It seemed that Warlock were fighting among themselves.

Vigilant was very busy. He encouraged Jorin and glanced at Galders, then turned and went back to the cathedral. After he left, human Warlock, who did not dare to breathe, rubbed his hands and approached Jorin, and whispered:

"Brother, after all, we have fought hard together. Now that you are rich, you have to support your good brother."

"Hmph, now you know how to serve the country?"

Jorin looked Galders up and down, he stroked "Youth Version Skull of Gul'dan" on his waist, nodded and said:

"Follow me, I happen to be short of a deputy.

But be careful, Galders, I will keep an eye on you. We are not evil Warlock and we cannot allow ourselves to lose our dignity. We are righteous people who peer into Twisting Nether's demon-hunting eyes. We use the power of the devil but we are at odds with the devil!

You must keep this in mind!

I don't want to take off your skull and use it as a magic weapon someday in the future."

"Come in! Cleanse this place of evil!"

Grand Duke Mograine carried the giant blade and led the knights into the Slaughtered Lamb hotel. They thought they would encounter a big battle here, but they didn't expect that when they got to the basement, they saw a mess.

Many people died, but many survived, obviously after a fierce fire.

In Fel Crystal in the center of the basement, there is an angry-looking Nathrezim sealed, it is that "Deceiver Korein".

As the Ash Knights watched with big eyes and small eyes, the few surviving Warlocks leaning against the wall shouted feebly:

"You guys came too late. We worked hard to kill this group of lunatics who wanted to release the plague. We also said that we worked hard to protect Stormwind, and all our belongings were smashed in. After all, we can be regarded as heroes who worked in the dark. The king and the marshal have to give us a medal no matter what they say?"

"That's right!"

"By the way, can you forgive me for the "little mistakes" I made a few years ago?"

Alas, Warlock

This profession where betrayal is a common occurrence is really hopeless.