"Is that annoying guy gone?"
"Well, the first-hand news in Stormwind is that the alien Saint has returned to his world to find an antidote to the plague for the kingdom! The Paladin consecrated by that bastard can detect demons. Our people don't dare to get too close, but we are sure that he has indeed left.
I don't know how long that guy will be gone, but now is definitely the best time."
"Okay! Inform the lords and we can start taking action."
In the Green Skins camp around Elwynn Forest, Tower of Azora, several sneaky Green Skins met and exchanged some unclear information.
Then someone trotted out and took advantage of the Warlock's presence here. Through a series of demonic "messages", the news was finally sent to a distant place in the internal information circulation of the Burning Legion.
In a broken world controlled by Nathrezim, the current leader of the Dreadlords, Tichondrius, strode forward. He looked at the cunning brothers gathered in a circle in front of him, with a sly smile on his face as pale as death, and announced in a gloomy voice:
"Brothers! Vigilant has left Azeroth. Now it is time to send the "king" chosen by Lord the Shaper to that world! Lord Sarkir personally went there to check it out and chose the most perfect place for us."
"I don't understand!"
Dreadlord Banaszar said in a gloomy tone:
"Why do we have to consider a mere mortal when doing things? What if Diakum is in Azeroth? He is in the Eastern Continent's Southern Borderlands. The thing we want to send is at the northernmost point of the world. Even if he knows it, can he still fly there in an instant?"
"Yeah, yeah."
Dreadlord Mephistos, which had beautiful blue bat wings on the other end, also moved its claws and said in a sarcastic tone:
"I can understand that other demons are afraid of him. After all, if he is killed, his soul will be destroyed. But we are not those weak demons who can't live without Twisting Nether. We are not afraid of him!"
"Then you go to Azeroth to challenge Vigilant to show your courage! Hiding behind people's backs and saying weird things here makes you very brave, right?"
Tichondrius I'm really annoyed by this group of idiot companions who are not very capable and talk too much.
It is Dreadlord who has experienced the decisive battle of Argus. It knows how cruel Diakum is. The most important thing is that as the intelligence director of the Burning Legion, Nathrezim should be the demon group who knows the threat of Vigilant best, but these guys are going to fight with each other every day! Each of them should go to the West Lake Yajian for training.
He said Vigilant is just a noob, but he really didn't let them challenge him one-on-one.
Bah!
We are all complete bitches. No wonder other demons look down on us. The root cause lies with you!
"Shut up, you can go anytime if you want to die! But today this matter must be completed perfectly, I don't think anyone wants to see Mr. The Shaper angry. We will have to stay there for a long time, so you'd better be more prepared."
Fear Grand Lord scolded, barely using his remaining dignity to suppress his cunning and vicious brothers.
Then, it stared at the ice cube in front of it that exuded endless chill. It was a treasure found from their "home". It looked like an ice cube, but it was actually something more terrifying!
Through the ice, you can vaguely see a group of Spirit Fire moving among them, and a vague figure is outlined in the cold air that is enough to freeze the soul.
This is the "goods" they are delivering today.
It requires seven Dreadlord Greater Demon and a large group of high-ranking Nathrezim to escort it. This formation alone is enough to judge the importance of this thing.
Tichondrius turned its head, and in its gaze, Dreadlord Anetheron and Mal'Ganis worked together to restrain a beautifully-shaped weapon box. Just like the ice that sealed the soul of the "King", the weapon box was also filled with endless coldness.
Even Dreadlords are afraid of this thing.
Dreadlord Varimathras holds a ferocious black "crown" in his hand, which is like a full-covered battle helmet. The top is shaped with extremely aggressive spikes. In front is an artistic devil-horned skull. Its forehead is dotted with dark green domination crystals, and there are mysterious runes around it. The whole thing looks like it was made in heaven.
This looks like a magic weapon that is hard to find in the stars, but it is a pity that no Dreadlord is willing to get close to these two things.
But what appears in their eyes is not simple fear. When these cunning people look at the weapon box and helmet, there is unconcealed respect in their eyes, as if they are looking at some kind of holy object that can kill them.
"Let's go! There are still a lot of things to do and a lot of fun to have in Azeroth World. We don't have much time to waste!"
Tichondrius stretched out its claws and touched the exquisite weapon box. A subtle nostalgia flashed in its eyes, and then with a wave of its hand, Dreadlord immediately joined forces to open the rift in the star sea leading to Azeroth.
Burning Legion's second invasion of that world has not yet begun. Without the assistance of the Burning Legion's military force and the magical "space jump" of Star of Mardum, it would be difficult for so many Greater Demon to join forces to open the rift across the star sea.
What is reflected on the opposite side of the fissure is not a prosperous country or a secluded wilderness, but a giant glacier that is blown by polar cold winds and can freeze Vrykul to death.
It is like a floating island connected to the mainland. The surrounding sea area is shrouded in thick cold fog. The terrain is extremely high and looks like the roof of the world, but it is desolate and has no breath of life.
Tichondrius was the first to step into the crack, and then Dreadlord and others worked together to hold up the ice.
As you move, you can still hear the screams of souls, like a prisoner trapped in a cage. He can only endure terrible pain but cannot expect the relief that will come one day. Dreadlord is following behind with a sealed weapon box.
The high-ranking Nathrezims closely followed the footsteps of the leaders. Their mobilization this time almost gathered most of the Dreadlords among the Burning Legions, and each of them had committed successful and shocking deceptions, deceptions, corruptions and massacres in other worlds. Such a group of evil elements who feared that the world would not be in chaos were gathered together and sent to the same world.
Needless to say, it must be that as a pioneer of the Burning Legion, some exaggerated conspiracy could not even pass the trial.
Like the mourning bird before disaster strikes, like the carrion crow when death is approaching.
"This damn place is freezing me to death, if I really had a fragile body that could feel the cold. Right here! Put it down."
At the highest point of the cold ice field, on the "base" that the Shaper personally selected and shaped with great power, at Tichondrius's command, the ice was placed in the hidden magic circle, just like a key inserted into a keyhole.
When it fell to the ground and took root, the ice fused with the ice pillars below and grew, while mysterious and strange eerie runes lit up one by one around the "throne". The beautiful "ambient lights" made all Dreadlord look forward to what would happen next.
Tichondrius took the crown from the hands of his evil brother, stepped forward in a ceremonial manner and placed it on the ice. It sneered and said:
"Your Majesty, let me wait for the servants to dress you up, and I will crown you as a humble person. Put it on! Don't lower your head, the crown will fall off."
"Hahahaha"
The other extremely evil elements laughed sarcastically as if they were watching a comedy show, and their laughter was filled with the joy of watching someone's misfortune.
However, when the crown was covered with ice and fused together, a sudden cold wind suddenly blew, emerging from the "Crown of Glacier" area, and in a short period of time turned into a cold storm that swept across the entire inaccessible large glacier area.
Even the clouds that have been gloomy for thousands of years in the sky are lifted up. The changes in the celestial phenomena indicate the blessing of great power, and the lightning beating in the thick black clouds represents that a Polar Storm that can blow people to death is about to happen.
Pieces of pure white snow fell without warning, exaggerating some indescribable sadness. The spirits sealed in the ice let out painful wails and screams, as if the malice of the entire world had been gathered here. Listening carefully, it was more like thousands of dead souls screaming at the same time.
Gul'dan feels like his spirit is about to be torn apart.
He has been in a daze since he was captured by the demons. He met the Shaper Sargerei on the way, and I don't know what tricks Greater Demon used to transform his soul into a strange look that even his mother would not recognize.
He was sealed in this damn strange ice, and the crown worn by Dreadlord above his head was even more strange.
The moment it came into contact with its own spirit body, Gul'dan felt that its perception and mental power were rapidly enhanced.
Five times, ten times, fifty times, a hundred times. The terrifying doubling was like an endless expansion. It even ignored the pain for a moment and was immersed in the expansion of power. It felt that it had now surpassed the limit of power it had imagined, and even entered a level that it could not understand at all.
Gul'dan An illusion appeared in front of his eyes, if it still had "eyes".
It seemed to clearly see the reflection of the Other Side, like a world hanging upside down in the sky above its head.
It was a black, desolate world, where countless dead souls were mourning and suffering, and a terrifying army was moving in it. Every second, countless souls were forged into weapons of destruction by Artisan, who controlled the pain, and every second, punished souls were squeezed out of power in the twisted tower.
The black steel city wall covering the entire world has created one ferocious fortress after another.
Their appearance is full of spikes, chains, and sharp angles, and their cold aggression represents the endless resentment of that World of Death. The Abyssforging are dormant and waiting in the silent abyss. As long as an opportunity comes, they can launch a devastating invasion.
In the flow of illusions, Gul'dan vaguely saw a giant entangled and imprisoned by huge chains.
His body was dotted with blue runes and he looked majestic, but there was an empty hole in his chest, with no heart beating there.
That might be a god!
Perhaps it was He who was ruling the Maw country that he saw. Just when Gul'dan was using his incomparable mental power to see the face of the God of Death, all the scenes came to an abrupt end at this moment, leaving Gul'dan with only a pair of cold eyes.
"Commander, do your job."
He said so.
So Gul'dan feels extremely blessed at this moment.
It instantly understood its situation and learned the most profound and terrifying secret hidden in the Burning Legion, the devil's base camp!
This group of Nathrezim and the Shaper Sargerei are not serving Dark Titan.
They have another master!
And now, he has passed the evil and damned "Brotherhood Ceremony" and is now one of these evil elements.
"Click"
While Gul'dan got a glimpse of the big secret, the sealed weapon box was opened by Dreadlord.
The black "King's Sword" made of ice crystals is entangled in the wind and snow and hovers in front of the crowned "Ruler·Gul'dan". The strange and dark sword under the sword pattern decorated with soul-eating skulls also has the depiction of "Dominion Rune".
The appearance of its runes is exactly the same as that of Gul'dan's crown and its throne embellishment, and it was obviously made by the same person.
"This is your sword, Your Majesty, and it is also your scepter. Although you no longer have a hand to hold it, you, blessed by the power of death, do not have to be afraid of going into battle to kill the enemy."
Tichondrius said in a sinister and sarcastic voice:
"If you have fully enjoyed the majesty of being a king, then please start working quickly! Manipulate the magic blade, gather an army in this world for your true master, and spread his power.
The dead of this world should all find their own place, they must realize their mission and serve their true master.
And you
You are the shepherd of the dead.
Let's get started, don't be anxious, I'm just letting you practice your skills now, and when Burning Legion really invades this world and brings endless destruction, that's when your army will be formed."
Gul'dan can hear the disdain in Dreadlord's words. Although he calls himself "King", in the eyes of these guys, he is just a slave.
But how could an outstanding Warlock take the initiative when he is weak?
Face? Dignity? Glory?
What is that? Have you ever had it?
Gul'dan, who is very aware of current affairs, followed the instructions of Dreadlord and let his spiritual power, which was strengthened to a full essence by the Crown of Domination artifact, wrap around Demon Sword. As the spirit body held it, the runes on the Demon Sword edge were lit up one by one.
It's like a "repeater" that allows Gul'dan's cold thoughts, which were originally huge enough to cause changes in the celestial phenomena, to expand in an instant.
It seems like there are countless pairs of eyes looking at every part of the world at the same time.
It saw Desolace of Kalimdor. On that desolate plain, Garrosh·Hellscream had just helped its Tauren friends defeat the barbaric Centaur raiders. They returned with a great victory and sang the heroic Warsong Clan in the sunset.
Gul'dan made a weird laugh.
It did not disturb the little guy, but touched its "hands" on the corpses of Centaur in the corpse wilderness, as if injecting "life". Soon, the first corpse staggered up, then the second, and the third.
It also saw Qiraji who was killed by the weak Shifting Sands Guardians in the great desert of Silithus.
Those ferocious bugs are the craziest Warrior. They have no fear and will only continue to fight according to the orders of the nest owner. What a good Warrior. Gul'dan tried to apply the blessing of death to these bugs. However, the moment his "hand" touched the insect corpse, the screen in front of him suddenly went black.
Then a huge eyeball with constantly moving pupils appeared in front of Gul'dan. It stared at him with curiosity and disdain.
"Get out!"
The filth in the scolding instantly extinguished Gul'dan's thoughts.
Okay.
These bugs have their own "gods" to protect them, and that is not the place they should go.
But the newly enthroned "King" did not give up because of this small setback. Its consciousness continued to tour the world that it had never had time to appreciate. It gave cursed life to desert zombies in the tomb pit of Sandfury Troll, raised blood-stained corpses on the desert island of South Seas, and destroyed the pirates who had just completed their robbery.
Watch Gurubashi's wonderful voodoo zombie in the dense forest of Stranglethorn Vale, then ruthlessly snatch it from Witch Doctor's hands, tear it apart amidst Witch Doctor's screams, and turn it into a member of the dead.
It continued to roam, tasting the unwillingness and resentment of the dead in the large cemetery of Brightwood, so it used Necromantic Power to give the soldiers who died in the conflict between the Wolf God's hunting pack a chance to "revenge with their own hands."
Gul'dan fell in love with this feeling.
It suddenly realized that the "soul ascension" of abandoning flesh and blood was not unacceptable. The Shaper had indeed fulfilled its promise and given itself a chance to "become the king".
Gul'dan roams in the shadow of every deceased person with an unbridled and happy attitude. It tastes the unwillingness and resentment, just like "Greatfather Winter" that arrives in advance, giving those souls who long for revenge a chance to "do it again".
The price is that their souls will be returned to themselves.
Ah, Warlock is the best at doing this kind of thing, Gul'dan feels like he is back in his "comfort zone" again,
Then, it saw a "big surprise".
In the cursed Mage Tower of Elwynn Forest, it saw its "disciple" Zuluhed through the eyes of the dead.
That guy is so powerful now.
Carrying two artifacts, wearing a luxurious robe stolen from the Northshire cemetery, and wearing gold and silver, he sat on the main seat, accepting the compliments and kneels of Orcs, humans, Arakkoa, Gnoll, and Kobold Warlock.
This piece of shit!
The moodiness and gloominess on his face were clearly imitating himself.
Gul'dan looked at the place where Zuluhed was with a prying eye. It quickly noticed a psychic ritual that was running, which seemed to be bringing back a soul that had been dead for many years to the dried but still powerful skeleton of Overmind. In the hand of the skeleton was a gloomy magic blade.
Gul'dan blinked. If he saw it correctly, the magic blade and the magic blade in his hand seemed to be made by the same master craftsman.
But the skills of the psychics under Zuluhed are too bad, and they cannot complete this channeling in a short time. Therefore, I might as well help them, as a "meeting gift" to my good disciples.
"Come back, Baratheon Wrynn."
The voice of Gul'dan echoed invisibly. With the help of the power of Helm of Domination and Demon Sword, the soul of a death sword fighter from Maldraxxus was soon brought back to Material World. The memory of Shadowlands was wiped out in a crude way, and then stuffed into his former body.
"Serve them, but remember your true masters."
The moment King Baratheon opened his eyes, he heard this voice.
At the same time, Shadow Council's second generation Zuluhed, who was enjoying Warlock's rainbow farts, suddenly felt the cold wind blowing, as if a pair of invisible hands were behind him, as if an invisible spirit was trying to say something to himself.
"What the hell?"
Zuluhed felt uncomfortable all over and touched his neck.
He suddenly felt that this Mage Tower that he was very satisfied with suddenly became gloomy. Maybe he shouldn't stay here for too long.
But Gul'dan has left.
It and its "good disciples" have a long way to go, so there is no rush.
Its consciousness continued to spread throughout the world, and it soon noticed the spread of Magic Plague. Was that a trick of Polluter, or a weapon offered by itself.
However, when recovering his consciousness, Gul'dan saw some "incredible" things on this far north continent.
He quickly shared this information with his Dreadlord "jailers".
"What? There's Lightforged beating Trolls on Northrend? Are you sure?"
Tichondrius was startled, thinking that Diakum had learned of their plan in advance, so he arranged an ambush at Northrend. Maybe Vigilant would be flying over with Ashbringer to "discuss his interests" with them.
But he soon realized that this was just an error.
The war between those Hand of Argus thousand-year-old veterans and the local Drakkari Troll has been going on for almost a month. It is obviously impossible to set up a special ambush.
"Hmph! Consider them your first trial, Your Majesty the King."
Dreadlord said sharply:
"Just when Northrend raises your army, bury Lightforged of Diakum. The more Holy Light loves them, the stronger they will gain when they fall into death. What happens next is up to you."
After saying that, Tichondrius turned back and continued arranging tasks for his evil brothers:
"Mal'Ganis, Varimathras, Detheroc! The three of you go to the Eastern Continent Northern Borderlands, cooperate with Polluter's Magic Plague to spread and establish the "Doom Prophets" cult, paving the way for the invasion of the Burning Legion.
Anetheron! You go to Felwood to join our Banehollow brothers stationed there and recruit Satyr to weaken Kaldorei Moon Goddess Kingdom.
Banaszar! You and Mephistos go to Broken Isles to find Pillars of the World and seize those Titan Divine Object.
Brothers, the arrival of the Burning Legion is coming soon. We must work hard to win this world for the Burning Legion. The master will be proud of us.
Go for it!
Don't delay."
Dreadlord, who carried the mission, each took part of the superior Nathrezim and left quickly, while Tichondrius stayed with Icecrown Glacier. It is the jailer of Gul'dan and must ensure that Gul'dan can complete his duties.
"I have one last question, my lord."
Gul'dan asked in a weak voice:
"What's the name of this Demon Sword?"
"Sorrow Blade."
Tichondrius replied:
"You can call it "Frostmourne". There is a powerful sword spirit sleeping in this sword, which is the "the Jailer" of all the souls swallowed by it. Don't offend it, for your own good.
Hurry up and do something!
I'm going to Zul'Drak to see what those Lightforged are doing?"
Dreadlord left, but Gul'dan is curious about what kind of spirit can become such a Death Artifact sword spirit?
He penetrated a ray of his spirit into the Demon Sword, and in the cold Soul Cage, he saw a huge and powerful figure.
"Who are you?"
Gul'dan asked.
"I am the destroyer of Holy Gun, I am the nemesis of Vigilant, and I am the executioner of Diakum."
The soul replied vaguely:
"Who am I? I forgot too. Maybe, I used to be called Archimonde? No, it doesn't seem to be this name. Forget it, it's not important! Find Diakum Zastinss, the ruler, find him!
Let's join forces to kill him!
His body is yours, and his soul is mine!"
"Okay! Deal."
Gul'dan responded without hesitation and said:
"But we need to hibernate now, Avengers Ake. We need to form an army. I need your help. Don't worry, the day of revenge will not be too far away."