That's enough, just take it down
"Why haven't Baratheon and Apocalypse come back yet? We need Death Knight to return to the tower to block the approaching mages for us.
Those guys are like crazy!
They have strange and fierce dragons to help them fight. The demons we summoned have been expelled by the damn Ogre Shaman. Lich Saioktures has been killed three times. Those mages are about to find its phylactery!
Our defenses are falling.
Damn it, we need more demons, we need more undead!
Zuluhed!
Are you just looking at it?
Say something?"
The Shadow Council Warlock hiding in the shadows of Tower of Azora were almost scared to death.
They really didn't expect that humans would play such a big role this time, that they could actually form such a powerful army in such a short period of time. Warlocks were actually quite strong, after all, Shadow Council previously added a wave of outstanding scum of all races. The problem is that Temple of Atal'Hakkar's action ended in a disastrous failure, which directly caused the current Shadow Council to still be in a disabled state.
They hoped that the demon blood Green Skins on the periphery would be violent enough to buy them some time to escape. However, the Warlocks overestimated Felblood Orcs's organizational power.
Without the leadership of Chieftain who is as good at commanding as Fenris Wolfbrother, the violent Green Skins will quickly enter the state of "I don't care about you" once it gets over their heads. They will fall into a mindless and crazy fight, and they will barely regain some sense until they find themselves completely surrounded by the enemy with no way out.
Under this situation, the battlefield around Tower of Azora has long been uncontrollable. Now we can only pray that Orcs is waaagh enough to defeat humanity with its fighting instincts.
Facing the ugly and incompetent Warlock's pitiful wails, the concave-shaped Zuluhed sitting at the top of Mage Tower didn't even bother to pay attention.
This will be very miserable for him.
In addition to being sealed by the fire of Dragon King, causing him to suffer terrible scorching pain all the time, the previous failed decapitation attack in Stormwind Keep also brought him big trouble.
Now Zuluhed simply cannot calm down and think!
His spirit has always been abnormally "active", and there are always inexplicable visions and voices in front of his eyes and ears. His severe headaches feel like someone is tearing his spirit apart with a sharp dagger. What's even more frightening is that the great warlock cannot be sure whether the thoughts in his mind at this time are his own will or "instructions" stuffed into his mind by some kind of force.
He felt like his mind was betraying him
The torture caused by Void Force was only mental. What was even more frightening was that there were also problems with his flesh and blood.
He could feel the abnormal "wandering" of the carbonized flesh and blood, as if part of the flesh and blood had been given its own consciousness and would move to other places along the aching bones. For example, now, Zuluhed did not dare to get up at all, because part of his flesh and blood was abnormally "activated" in the crotch.
Well, Warlock is shameless, but he still wants to have some shame occasionally.
If his incompetent subordinates see that he has stepped on the road despite the current situation of the enemy, this will definitely completely wipe out his own glorious image.
Of course, as an extreme pragmatist, Zuluhed also knows that now is a life-threatening moment and there is no need to lose face.
However, the "Void Seed" planted by the vicious vigilante made him really not optimistic about his fate today. Coupled with the splitting headache and anger, the green-skinned warlock finally couldn't bear it any longer. He roared loudly:
"Shout, shout, shout! The whole day is spent chirping like 10,000 ducks!
There are usually five to six of us, bragging about how powerful and vicious we are, but when it comes time for you to fight, we become so cowardly. No wonder people outside look down on us Warlock. I am so blind that I gathered you precious people together, and I expect you to do great things.
What the hell can you do!
What are you panicking about?
Don't you know how strong this tower is?
Go!
Open all the space folds in Mage Tower, haha, a Mage Tower is a castle, and the casters are Invincible in their own towers.
I want to see how those humans can break through to the highest level of ours and strangle us to death."
Zuluhed waved the magic sickle in his hand and scolded:
"Everyone go back to your posts. There is only one exit in the dream. If I don't open it, none of you can escape! Hold on, I will prepare a super powerful "secret weapon" to kill all these guys who rush into the tower.
By then, Shadow Council will have enough powerful corpses available.
The dark power that the skeletons of these "warriors" can bring is enough to swallow up the entire world for us!
Don't forget, Polluter is watching us, Warlock.
So, who are you more afraid of?
Those humans, or Polluter?"
Zuluhed's hoarse threat made everyone Warlock feel in danger, but he was not wrong either.
At the moment when Polluter is about to launch the final invasion of Azeroth, the lives of these guys are all in the hands of Great Demon Lord. In this situation, if you dare to run away, you will end up being wanted by "black and white" at the same time.
Warlocks all looked down on Sima, but in the end they had no choice but to turn around and leave to go to work.
After the incompetent people left, Zuluhed coughed violently several times, and hot black blood was sprayed on the ground.
As the big Warlock watched with twitching eyes, the black blood turned into weird "ooze monsters" when they hit the ground and crawled around. This made him hate the vicious Vigilant even more, and called Shadowflame to burn these damn things.
"Hey, leader, we should think of a way out."
In the wind of shadows, Arakkoa Shadow Sage Eska stroked its damn black dagger and came to Zuluhed. Its cold eyes rotated and stared at Zuluhed's bulging crotch with strange eyes. It thought to itself that these Orc Warlock were playing perverted. When did the mood stone update?
But in order not to irritate Zuluhed, Arakkoa, who was obviously abnormal, they pretended not to see anything and whispered:
"Those idiots are enough to buy us some time. Why don't we take the opportunity to open a rift and let's run?"
"Run? Where to run?"
Zuluhed stood up with difficulty holding the magic sickle, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Diakum If you dare to leave this high tower and "fish" outside, you can crush us to death immediately. Even if you want to run away, you have to have a plan. Eska, this is the Three Cunning Rabbits I always talk about.
Haha, don't worry, we have one last way to break the situation."
The big Warlock walked to the Eranikus essence gem that controlled the entire dream with a cold tone. He stroked the Nightmare Tyrant crystal stone and opened a crack in the dream that led to a deeper dream. He waved to Eska, gesturing for it to follow him.
This is a "secret location" that has never been revealed to other Shadow Council Warlock before.
Eska blinked.
It knew that it had gained the trust of Zuluhed. At this moment of crisis, the cunning big Warlock was finally willing to share the secret with itself.
So amidst Xal'atath's weird laughter, Arakkoa sage followed Zuluhed into the depths of the dream. The area of the "deep dream" in front of him was not large, but the giant beast lying in it made Eska's nervous feathers stand up.
That's Ysera!
But it's not the Sleeper it used to be.
Emerald Queen's Dream Authority has been completely extracted by Zuluhed with Dragon Soul. She should be weak, but at this time, the giant beast in front of her is not only not weak, but also reveals a sturdy, powerful and savage momentum.
It's like a giant beast from the wild era is sleeping, and the moment it wakes up, the whole land will tremble.
"Ysera's degradation has been completed. She has returned from the beautiful but incompetent appearance of Dragon Aspects to the behemoth overlord form that King Proto-Dragon should have."
As Dragonmaw Clan, Chieftain, Zuluhed are naturally proficient in "Dragon Physiognomy".
He admired the "Proto-Dragon Ysera" in front of him with the eyes of a "worldly treasure". The opponent's gorgeous body has been replaced by a stronger and stronger dragon body, and the once elegant and beautiful dragon horns have also been replaced by a thorn-shaped sword and dragon crown that is more suitable for combat. Its overall style is moving closer to barbarism.
The originally huge lizard-like forelimbs became shorter, but the hind legs became thicker and more ferocious. The dragon's mouth also became larger and more suitable for biting. The giant teeth at the corners of the mouth were no longer gentlemanly, each one was like a sword.
Ysera The decoration of the iconic dream gem has disappeared, but in its place is a green glow that seems to be flowing through the body scales, forming a set of dream gauze for her. Although it is not as approachable as the dream queen before, this posture now has a more powerful sense.
Especially the wings!
Dragon Aspects's wings are very delicate and wide, but to be honest, for flying creatures, such wings are difficult to use for combat except for flying. However, the wings of the ancestor dragon are different.
It is strong and brutal enough, and every blow can bring up a whirlwind, and it can swing down like a war hammer to crack mountains and crack rocks.
"Her body size is two times larger than before. Although she has lost the power of dreams, her frontal combat ability has been doubled, and her natural corrosive breath has become more deadly.
Best of all, after completely peeling off Dream Authority from Ysera, I discovered the "secret" of Titan's."
Zuluhed leaned on the magic sickle and let out a cold laugh:
"Did you know? Eska, Titan claim to have brought blessings to the dragons, but in fact the green dragons themselves can control dreams. That is their own ability and not given by Titan. The guys at Pantheon deceived these miserable dragons and incorporated them into their own system.
Look!
The degraded Ysera is regaining control over dreams. She can still fly in dreams without the power of Titan."
"That's really powerful."
Arakkoa Sage croaked, rubbed his hands and said:
"Such a powerful Dragon King, coupled with the Dragon Soul in your hand, is enough for us to break out of the encirclement. You are really clever!"
"Oh, who said I wanted to run away? Stupid!"
Zuluhed sneered and said:
"I didn't lie to those idiots just now. Humanity found the strongest warriors they could find to try to kill us, but we Warlock are not weak guys who don't fight back when beaten. I want to create a trap here!
When those carefully selected people step into it, bury them all at once."
"Just rely on this Dragon King? Gua, you can't do it."
Eska sighed and said:
"You also said that Ysera is still recovering, and her mind as the world's Defender will not obey us, even if you have Dragon Soul. Oh, after losing Titan's power, Dragon Soul can't control her anymore.
She will lose control at any time and crush us to death!"
"Then why doesn't she wake up?"
Big Warlock laughed and said:
"Eranikus threatened me so that I didn't dare to kill Ysera, but that damn guy underestimated my courage!
I have obtained Seed of Corruption of Fel Force from Polluter a few days ago. At this time, Fel Dream is in Ysera's body, and Fel Dream is embracing our powerful queen Ysera, and it won't be long.
I want to bury those guys because we will get a more terrifying and powerful "Nightmare Tyrant", and this time, Ysera will completely become the world-destroying blade of the Burning Legion!
But I need someone here to speed up the process, and there aren't many people I can trust.
Eska, you stay here!
You come to preside over the falling ceremony and let Ysera fall into Fel as much as possible, and I will buy some time for you outside."
Speaking of this, Zuluhed patted Eska on the shoulder and said with a sigh:
"You and I have fallen into this world, and now we must join hands to fight for our lives, but you are also wise, Eska, and you know very well that as long as Fel Dragon Queen Ysera wakes up, all the problems that trouble us will no longer be a problem.
So, can I trust you?"
"Hey, you were the one who convinced that idiot Gul'dan to accept me and my followers when I was most desperate."
Eska said with a sad tone:
"I always wanted to return to Skyreach with a way to cure my compatriots, but my beloved died in the hands of damn Diakum. I hate him, ugh, I hate Draenor!
Master Zuluhed, of course you can trust me. I will do my best to complete the transformation of Fel that you desire to see. Just hold on outside and I will definitely bring you the best news."
"Okay, let's get started."
The big Warlock left this deep dream without any hesitation, and his stumbling figure actually had the momentum to move forward fearlessly for the great cause of the Burning Legion.
However, after he left, Xal'atath sneered and said:
"An outstanding Warlock would actually use himself as bait to gain a chance for his companions to fight back. Do you believe what he said? My lovely Eska."
"Gah, I don't believe a single punctuation mark. He just wants to take advantage of me."
Arakkoa The sage sneered and said:
"I don't even need to think about it to know Zuluhed's plan. He knows that those humans are not only here for his head, but also to save Green Dragon Queen. He knows that the other side is about to launch a general attack.
The tower of Shadow Council cannot resist them, but that is the concentrated power of the Eastern Continent.
The potential of this world is too terrifying.
Gua, once I am trapped in this ritual, Zuluhed can sell me if necessary. The other party comes for Ysera. I have no way to escape in this closed place. My dying rebuttal will give Zuluhed enough opportunities to escape.
Gul'dan taught him really well, but who taught me how to draw wisdom from the greater darkness.
Dear Xal'atath, we also have our own plan, croak. The "Corruptor" Ysera you want to see is close in front of you, look at this poor dragon being tortured by Fel!"
The cold Eska grabbed Blade of the Black Empire from his waist, and while walking towards the painful beast queen in front of him, he said:
"Come, wonderful void, come, my beloved pioneer, I will offer you this most perfect memorial, and I will personally shape the second "Deathwing" for you and Sea of Darkness!
Yes!
Yes, a stronger, crazier and more loyal "Jadewing", Ysera will become your servant, my dear Xal'atath."
"You are so good, you deserve a Void Kiss, my dear child."
Xal'atath let out an imaginative hum with satisfaction, and she urged:
"Then, what are you waiting for? My dear Eska, go ahead and pierce the blade of darkness into Ysera's scales. Let us first remove the filth of Fel from her, and then guide her into the Warm Darkness void.
Humanity will not win this battle, and the devils cannot avoid defeat in this battle. There is only one real winner in this battle.
Oh, that's us!
Diakum What did that ridiculous Void Herald do for Sea of Darkness to make the great kings love him so much?
What a ridiculous and treacherous person!
Me!
Xal'atath, I am the real Void Herald!
I will use practical actions to prove to Sea of Darkness who is their most promising child."
"Ah, look, the mages who claim to be righteous are here, the noble Prince Kael'thas and the shameless Warlord Margok. Should I, the damned despicable Green Skins, put down my Dragon Soul and cry bitterly and beg for your forgiveness?"
At the top level of Tower of Azora.
Zuluhed looked at the Azeroth spellcasters who were fighting all the way up. Although Mar'gok and Kael'thas were fully prepared, their respective teams suffered heavy casualties as they fought all the way.
I have to say that the "Shadow Council Plus version" created by Zuluhed is indeed quite capable. In addition, Warlocks are faced with the dilemma of dying if they don't fight, which makes their counterattack both ferocious and crazy.
Mar'gok's One-Eyed Ogre Warrior were all destroyed, while the five giants of Mag'har Orcs were intact, but everyone was injured.
Kael'thas lost a team of rangers and more than three elves Grand Magus. Although the injured were still breathing because of the prince's kindness and repeated help, this loss was a bit painful even for the wealthy prince High Elf.
Even Vereesa was almost frozen into a tombstone by Lich. Fortunately, Rhonin used the "once-in-a-lifetime flash" at the critical moment.
Vereesa just suffered from frostbite, but Rhonin, who "protected his sister desperately", was in misery.
This guy's face was pale at this time, and at least four death diseases were raging in his body, but he still insisted on keeping up.
Khadgar fought for this opportunity for him. Although he didn't know what the "trial" his friend was talking about, Rhonin believed that Khadgar would not lie to him.
"Shut up, Zuluhed!"
Mar'gok took back his imperial holy sword from Yrel. At this time, he was holding the royal staff of the head of state in one hand and the ferocious imperial holy blade in the other. It roared towards Zuluhed:
"Your Shadow Council has fallen apart. Look at what you are like now. You are neither a human nor a ghost. You will become a common example for all Draenor spellcasters! Every time they foolishly pursue a power they cannot control, they will use you as a warning and a lesson.
Stop talking nonsense, hand over the artifact, and I will let you die happily."
"Hmph, do you really think you've got me?"
Zuluhed sneered and raised Dragon Soul. As the thick dream shield was applied, the environment on the top floor of the tower also turned into a strange and gloomy dream. The aliens of all colors who kept rushing out of the nightmare roared to form a filthy army, blocking all these challengers.
"The dreams of this world are filled with darkness, and Corrupted Cenarius taught me how to harness them."
The big Warlock holding the magic sickle waved the weapon forward, and the Demon Lords he had contracted emerged from the boiling purple and green evil fire. There was even a "Cenarius Illusion" that shocked the Highbornes and stood here.
"You think I'm the only one you have to face? Stupid!"
Zuluhed sneered and said:
"This is what you have to face."
"Noisy!"
As the anger boiled, a figure shot out from behind the crowd, using Hellscream's most authentic jump-smashing headshot technique, swung Doom Axe and struck Zuluhed's dream shield with a bang.
The popping cracks startled the big Warlock.
"Draenor traitor! Look at the ring in my hand, my hometown is waiting for your wail!"
Garrosh roared angrily:
"I've had enough red tape, so you don't want to go anywhere except hell bastard!"