Chapter 328 18.Lich King's loser Alliance+1
"Well, Apocalypse lost his sword holder, and the cold and wanton Demon Sword successfully sent himself into the seal again. How sad."
On the distant Northrend's ruthless glacier, Lich King Gul'dan, who was driving countless Undead to cause trouble around the world, sighed:
"After losing my great leader, the Green Skinss are also in despair. It's really shameful that they can be overturned by humans despite having such an advantage! But Elwynn Forest's war is over, humans have taken back their own provinces, Black Wolf God's Hunting Pack is retreating, and Brightwood will return soon.
Haha, what a bunch of trash.
But that doesn't matter.
In the gloomy tombs under the earth, Lich King's army is ready to go, and they only need to wake up the unwilling dead at the most appropriate moment.
Green Skins we have to continue fighting, Redridge Mountains, Westfall fight, fight!
Every fall of a warrior or villain will increase Lich King's military strength. Death is piled up so easily in war. It is only a matter of time before our generation takes over the world."
"What are you talking about?"
Lich King's emotion Before Dispersion was in the cold wind, he heard a bad sound in front of his Frozen Throne. As a group of bats gathered in the extremely cold place, the gloomy Dreadlord Tichondrius quietly appeared.
This damn Burning Legion villain looked condescendingly at the noble Lich King, and scolded:
"Have the recruitment performance of this month been up to standard? Have you found enough souls dedicated to death? No? Without you here, why don't you hurry up and get to work! Master Sarkir didn't send you here to enjoy the dark and low-level fun!"
"Of course, of course, my distinguished Dreadlord."
Lich King, who had no pretensions, immediately changed his tone to a gentle tone. As Demon Sword Frostmourne slowly turned in front of the throne, Gul'dan reported like the hardest-working social animal:
"Brightwood has an elite Burning Legion in the big tomb, and there are enough corpses buried near Stone Cairn Lake of Elwynn Forest. Redridge Mountains will soon become a bone-grinding place, and it will become our military camp.
South Seas The plague is raging on the islands, and our armies are on those islands. Ghost Fleet are predators who roam in the mist and shape the sea frontier for our masters.
Desolace of Kalimdor has become Land of the Dead, and the number of Undead Centaur has surged.
The necropolis of Quilboar has also been seized by our generation, but a Lich may be needed to preside over it. The ten thousand-year-old bones of Felwood are moving in the shadows.
There are also ghosts echoing in the Vrykul territory above Broken Isles, and Shieldrest Island is full of powerful warriors waiting to be resurrected.
But it's a tough nut there.
That is the territory of the god of death Helya. The mad woman with a bad temper will not allow me to put my hand into her plate. Do you think you can send someone to mediate?
She obviously has the powerful Kvaldir Deepsea Legion and the most ferocious Ghost Fleet in the world under her command, but she is stingy and unwilling to benefit even a little bit from our generation.
The most troublesome thing is that the powerful Vrykul all believe in their God of War and the God of Death, which makes it difficult for us to reach out to the Vrykul clan of Northrend. My Burning Legion in this continent lacks fierce warriors, and Vrykul is the best choice.
Helya is immersed in hatred for Odin. She puts her own selfish interests above the interests of her master. How can I, Zhongliang, promote the power of death when we are with such an insect?"
"Just do your own thing and stop fanning the flames!"
This little trick can't be hidden from Tichondrius.
It is Nathrezim, the ancestor of the gossip.
However, Dreadlord also feels that Helya, that Vrykul god of death, is a bit too much. He is like a miser guarding the most luxurious power treasure in the world but is unwilling to use even a single point.
Whether Lich King can form suitable Scourge in Azeroth is directly related to the advancement of the master's great cause, so after thinking for a moment, Dreadlord waved his hand and said:
"Ignore Broken Isles for now. You can start recruiting Vrykul Undead heroes from all over Northrend. I will find a way to use some "relationships" to make Helya give you a face. But what's going on over there with Zul'Drak?
Sandar Elf just teamed up with Eredar Lightforged to defeat Drak'Tharon Keep. That massive war should have at least three more Burning Legions. Why didn't I see Trolls Undead?"
"Uh."
Gul'dan sighed and said:
"It's Bwonsamdi! The villain warned me not to reach into Trolls. It said that all the souls of Trolls are in its possession."
"You loser!"
Dreadlord angrily kicked Frozen Throne with a hoof, and it cursed:
"Why don't you dare to fight with Bwonsamdi? I've long been unhappy with that crazy Trolls."
"I fought, but I didn't fight."
Gul'dan said very cowardly:
"The elite death knights I sent out were destroyed by the divine warriors sent by Bwonsamdi from the other world before they even set foot in Zul'Drak. It has been the troll death god for tens of thousands of years and has many elite soldiers and generals under its command. How long have we been doing this?
It's already pretty good to be able to accumulate an army of cannon fodder."
Speaking of this, Lich King even comforted the angry Tichondrius, saying in a gentle tone:
"The situation is stronger than the people. Starting your own business is like this. You will feel cowardly at every turn, but it doesn't matter. Didn't you say that Night Elf's Eternal Life will be finished soon? And Polluter's attack on Kaldorei will inevitably trigger a war.
Moon Goddess Kingdom There are so many strong men of ten thousand years, let's grab some casually when the time comes."
"You're crazy about riding a horse!"
Tichondrius struck Gul'dan's ice with his claws and cursed loudly:
"How many brains do you have to dare to steal the soul from Elune's money bag? I think you owe Black Moon Strike, and Night Warrior is still sleeping at Mount Hyjal!
Although it is a good thing for mid-level commanders to have executive ability and ambition, you can't even pass the Bwonsamdi test and you still dare to have an idea for Kaldorei. Are you being a little too arrogant?"
Gul'dan remained silent.
He looked like a pathetic social animal who chose to be a wimp just for this month's "wimp money", but Tichondrius withered away after feeling satisfied with the scolding.
It knows that Gul'dan is not trying hard, but the water in this Azeroth is too deep, and all powerful races have support behind them.
Helya, Bwonsamdi all belong to "our own people", and there is the possibility of internal mediation, but behind Kaldorei is the true god of the universe Elune. This is indeed not something that Dreadlord and a coward Lich King can afford to offend.
However, the master's great achievements cannot be disturbed, so after thinking about it, Tichondrius slapped his thigh and gritted his teeth and said:
"Let's do this, I'll send you some people from Shadowlands! We can't maintain the current embarrassing situation of neither getting better nor worse!"
"That's a good feeling!"
Gul'dan was so happy to be frozen in ten thousand years of ice, it said:
"The realm of death is full of elite soldiers and generals. If any of the major Eternal Oness miss a few people, we can conquer the world."
"You have a beautiful idea, but now is not the time to show your face, so at most I can get you some Stoneborn."
Tichondrius poured a basin of cold water on it and said:
"And Stone Legion is so powerful that we can't afford to offend Revendreth, so we can only get you some downgraded versions of Stoneborn, low-level structures like gargoyles and obsidian colossi. Maldraxxus is easier to say, and can give you some powerful generals to serve as vanguards.
It still depends on whether you can stand up!
Drakkari Troll is a good source of troops. Don't give up. Wait until the support is in place before you fight Bwonsamdi. You must keep Zul'Drak in our hands."
"Oh, speaking of this, I discovered something very strange."
Lich King reports:
"Those crazy Hand of Argus's Lightforged sent an elite force after they captured the Dak Theron fortress. They entered Dragonblight and were setting up traps near Nerubian's underground kingdom Azjol-Nerub. I suspect they may want to hunt down those powerful Crypt Lord.
Although I don't know how Nerubian, who is hiding underground and practicing cult, offended Lightforged, I think this is an opportunity!
We have never been able to find the opportunity to attack the Nerubian Kingdom. The evil god in the darkness protects Nerubian, but if the Lightforgeds take the initiative and cause chaos in the Nerubian Kingdom, then we will have a chance.
Nerubian's combat effectiveness is top-notch among Northrend, and it is also ranked among the entire Azeroth, maybe."
"Well, it's interesting, please follow up!"
Tichondrius waved his hand and said:
"I authorize you to take full responsibility for this matter. Next, I am going to Kalimdor to cooperate with Polluter's army. You can just stay in Northrend, grow in secret, and don't mess around. If you mess up the master's important affairs, you will be rewarded!"
"Of course, you have been watching over me for so long, don't you understand what I am?"
Gul'dan said with a smile:
"How can I have the guts to disobey your order? Do you need me to deploy an elite Undead to serve as your escort? I'm not afraid of your jokes. I recently assigned Ghoul to dig several ancient tombs at Quel'Thalas, and accidentally found something very strange. I was about to ask you to taste it."
"Huh? What's weird?"
Tichondrius was stunned for a moment, and then he saw several strange High Elfs with bone wings falling into the Frozen Throne snow in the cold wind.
They still maintain the appearance of High Elf, but the form of the deceased is too pale and looks strange. The most important thing is that these guys have a pair of enchanting blood pupils, and the blood aura surrounding them represents the source of their power.
"Hi! Vampire? No, San'layn!"
Dreadlord walked around these Gul'dan's "inventions" in amazement. The spooky appearance of these vampires reminded them of the "fellow villagers" of Revendreth's hometown.
Alas, in this flash, I have been lurking in Fel for a long time under the orders of my great master. A rough calculation shows that I have been away from home for tens of thousands of years.
A trace of "homesickness" floated in Tichondrius's cruel and indifferent heart, then he grinned, nodded with satisfaction and said:
"Very good, I like this new Undead, let them follow me, do they have names?"
"No, they are all the first elves who followed Dath'Remar Sunstrider on Quel'Thalas. Their names and past have been covered up by history."
Gul'dan whispered:
"If you like, you can give them new names. From today on, these San'layn are your servants. You can control them however you want."
"Very good."
Tichondrius does not necessarily lack a few servants, but Gul'dan does have a heart. Although it is an understatement, it is not easy to transform the power of death into the desire for blood under the influence of High Elf's Magic Addiction.
This submission alone was enough to satisfy Dreadlord, who repeatedly praised Sarkir for having a good vision and Gul'dan for being a good dog.
It thought for a moment and said to the three women San'layn in front of it:
"Your name is Jiemei, your name is Muze, and the last one is Dark Vein. Come with me, Kalimdor is far away from here."
Tichondrius transformed into bat Dispersion, and three San'layn spread their bone wings and flew into the cold clouds. After they left, Gul'dan let out a rather weird laugh, and then began to do their own thing.
It uses Crown of Domination and Frostmourne as nodes to let its will go deep into the realm of death, wander around in the cold and terrifying the Maw, and finally reach a place where the soul is imprisoned.
This place is full of souls who have just been "sent to hell" and are being tortured by Mawsworn in order to extract more anima.
Those cold death executioners have no sense of their own, but they respect Gul'dan's consciousness, probably because Gul'dan is the "middle-level regional director" of their system.
"Oh, look, who is this?"
Lich King's consciousness stretched out a sarcastic voice, turning its past body into a projection and standing outside a shadow-cast cage. It teased in Gul'dan's voice:
"Isn't this the powerful Zuluhed Chieftain? You were so cool when you betrayed your mentor, how did you end up in this state now?"
Zuluhed's remaining soul was still screaming in pain.
Only one-third of his soul was dragged into the world of the dead. If he hadn't prepared in advance as a Warlock, Remnant Soul would have been Dispersion at the moment of death.
Facts have proved that Zuluhed knows nothing about the world after death. He cannot bear the roughness of Mawsworn in extracting his mental energy, and feels that the little strength he has left is being pulled wildly.
He was desperate, thinking that his final outcome would be to turn into a miserable mass of Stygia that no one would care about. It was the meanest dust in the universe, just like the disgusting daddy sent out after being eaten up and wiped clean by cruel death.
But at this moment of despair, Gul'dan's voice was like a cold light, tearing through all the darkness in front of Zuluhed. He turned into a ray of spirit and let out a cry of surprise. He grabbed the shackles of the steel cage and shouted:
"Teacher! Gul'dan, is it you? I can't see, I have no eyes, but I remember your voice. Get me out! Please.
I will act like a cow or a horse for you, all I want is to get out of this hellish place.
Help me!"
"Hmph, what reason do I have to save you? Sad insect, is it because of your decisiveness without hesitation when you betrayed me? Or is it because of your arrogant laugh when you stepped on my corpse to take over?"
Lich King said coldly:
"I want to convince myself to forget your shameful behavior, but you have to give me a reason."
"We are Warlock, mentor. I turned out to be so evil, despicable and cunning. Doesn't this prove that you teach me well?"
Zuluhed endured the pain of soul splitting and said sadly:
"One-third of me was burned by Holy Light, one-third of me was swallowed by the magic sickle, and only one-third of me is left here. You can use any method to imprison me, control me, and drive me. I will become the most ferocious hound under your feet and devour all enemies for you.
You need help, right?
You definitely need help!
As long as you have the slightest choice, you will not come all the way to see me, a pathetic fool.
Fate seems to be unforgiving to you, but I will give you everything I have left Consecration!
We are on the same journey, Gul'dan, and no two Warlocks can work together as well as the two of us."
"My brain is quite Spiritual Light, which means it is still useful."
Gul'dan chuckled and said:
"I will give you a task. If you can't help me win the kingdom of Nerubian and form an army of Invincible for me, I will throw you into the Maw again, and I will stuff you into Torghast, Tower of the Damned with my own hands.
You've heard of that place, right?"
Zuluhed's spirit body was trembling. Apparently, he had indeed heard about the most horrific death Purgatory during his time in hell.
"Just wait."
Lich King left in a big way and went to Commander Mawsworn next door to go through the formalities and pick up the prisoner.
This World of Death is good at everything, but the bureaucracy is terrible!
Because Mawsworn does not have active intelligence, they are very rigid when doing things. Gul'dan needs to go through at least thirteen procedures to take away a soul, and it takes thirteen stamps to take Zuluhed away.
To be honest, it wouldn't have given up on this idea unless it really had no one at hand.
When the prisoners who were imprisoned in the Soul Steel cage saw that Gul'dan could really take away the prisoners of the Jailer, these guys suddenly started wailing like crazy.
"Master Qingtian, take me away. I am the Butcher who poisoned and killed thousands of people in my world. I am useful!"
"Me! Choose me! I can easily use this mouth to defraud you of the entire world's wealth. All you need to do is brag about a concept and if more fools are willing to pay, you will become the richest person in the world.
I once deceived half of the world with stupid excuses like "living on the stars"! I'm very useful!"
"They are all cowards! I am the strongest. I should have gone to Maldraxxus to conquer the world, but damn Arbiter lost his mind and went crazy. Take me away, I am the strongest!"
Those shouts were heard by Gul'dan, and Lich King turned around and asked:
"How many souls have I taken away with my power?"
Mawsworn was stunned for a moment, seeming to be searching for something. After a moment, it said in a rigid tone:
"Dear Lich King, as the spokesperson of the Death Force in Azeroth, you have recruited 100,000 lower-level servants for the Death Force this month. You have contributed to the great plan of the Eternal, so you have been granted special permissions.
You can take away five prisoners.
You can take away five every month."
"Then I want the five most vicious ones."
Gul'dan said without hesitation:
"Can this limit be increased?"
"Yes! The more death servants Material World are born because of you, the more souls you can take away from the Maw, but they can only be ordinary prisoners. If you want to take away the most evil sinners from all worlds from Torghast, Tower of the Damned, your authority is not enough.
Far from enough."
"Haha, it doesn't matter, it will be enough soon!"
Gul'dan turned back with satisfaction, opened his arms and shouted to the wailing souls in the Soul Steel cage:
"Did you hear that? I still have four spots in my hand, but I only want the souls of the most cruel, cruel, ruthless and shameless sinners to be my servants. The loser will turn into anima and be devoured by the Maw, and the winner can escape from hell and return to Mortal realm.
What are you waiting for?
Let's start fighting to the death, hehe, I will enjoy your wails."
"Your son almost died. If I hadn't secretly helped him, poor Nefarian wouldn't have been able to survive your great power to save him."
The voice of Xal'atath surrounded the shadow of Lord Daval, and she said in a charming tone:
"There are heavy casualties. You lost Dragon Soul, I lost my hiding place, you and I are both losers, noble Deathwing, but this is not a bad thing, because we have a common enemy.
Want to form an alliance?
We are all Void Child, and we must always help each other."
"As a ghost, what qualifications do you have to form an alliance with me?"
Deathwing looked at the weak Nefarian in the darkness in front of it indifferently. It frowned, especially after learning that its most outstanding son was beaten like this by its useless daughter who had surrendered to the enemy, it realized that it was in trouble.
Damn it!
Vigilant A Holy Light servant is actually better than himself in the field of "biomodification technology"?
As the first biologist of Azeroth, Deathwing instantly felt some kind of "academic pressure". Where the hell did Diakum come from? Can you please get out of the way!
"I make good use of Curse of Flesh, dear Deathwing."
Xal'atath said in a gentle tone:
"Do you need me to build a stronger body for your son? I can help with that "Twilight Dragon" you've been trying to make. And you seem to be planning to do some interesting things with Lordaeron, so I think I can help.
Of course, I have to borrow your resources first to create a body that is eye-catching enough for me. Think of it as an "entry test" prepared for me, Deathwing.
You'll see where I come in.
Granting the power of the black dragon to mortals is a genius idea, but they won't be able to use it well, and it's clear that you need some detail.
I'll be happy to help you."