Mephistos feels that its miserable experiences are all due to damned Light Butcher fishing. Indeed, there is also a terrifying legend circulating among Twisting Nether that Diakum likes "fishing for law enforcement."
But the problem is that Diakum was really wronged. He had no intention of staying at Stormheim. He really just came over to meet Fandral Staghelm and Shadewalker Cult and take them to Kalimdor to participate in the demon war.
Executing a Dreadlord or something like that on the road is completely easy.
Seeing the scene of Mephistos's shattered body being swept away by Sea of Darkness's tide of dim light in the void rift that was gradually closing in front of him, Vigilant still had doubts in his heart.
"These Nathrezim bitches rely on the double blessing of death and Fel to cause trouble everywhere. They also lack the necessary respect for Light Butcher. They feel that they will not die, so they are fearless.
Hob meat is the hardest to deal with."
Dick stretched out his hand to close the gap to prevent Sea of Darkness's aura from leaking out and affecting Material World. He turned back and said to the three people beside him:
"We have to figure out how to deal with these bastards who are not afraid of death. For them, sending them back to Land of the Dead is like traveling back to their hometown."
"According to what you said before, that Eternal Ones really made Dreadlord too outrageous."
Saloras shook his head and said:
"A body that can perfectly accommodate Six Forces means that they will never be wiped out by the Force. Even if Mephistos is exiled to Sea of Darkness, Fel Force can be washed away from it, but the infusion of void power will make it something more troublesome."
"Even your sacrifice and exile this time is not a bad thing for it."
Oreses also rubbed his delicate chin and said:
"It will use this to lurk in Void Faction, thereby completing its real owner's ambition to infiltrate Six Forces. However, I do not believe that a "perfect creature" really exists in the world. There must be a way to deal with Dreadlord."
"Kill them in Land of the Dead, and no matter how powerful these guys are, they will really die. Just like killing demons in Twisting Nether, the demons will Eternal Silence perish. Creations of the Force cannot fight against the Force itself.
But the problem is that Land of the Dead is their hometown.
We now have no way to launch a punishment expedition against Land of the Dead like Holy Light's predecessors did!
It is said that the Army of the Light expedition against Land of the Dead in ancient times was also caused by the Nathrezims fanning the flames everywhere in Material World."
Diakum sighed and said:
"Forget it, let's leave it at that for now. Sea of Darkness is our advantageous place. Mephistos is imprisoned there and Overmind is considered to be doing hard labor."
"If we don't know how to actually get rid of the troublesome Nathrezim, why not ask their own people?"
Imira scratched his head, then raised his hand and said:
"That magic sickle! Do you remember it? Wasn't the Urusal, Reverse Wind Reaper magic sickle that was previously held by Zuluhed and now falls into the hands of Yorin Death-Eye sealed with a crazy Dreadlord?
It is said that Ulthalesh is the Dreadlord of the One who dares to resist Sargeras. The other Nathrezim call it "Mad King".
It was so tortured by Sargeras that it even forgot its mission and devoted itself to revenge on Dark Titan. Although it is unsettling to deal with such a crazy guy, to be honest, if anyone can help us destroy Nathrezim, it must be him."
Lightforging Grand Magus looked at Commander Diakum, and she whispered:
"This may be the way for us the One to know how to completely kill Nathrezim in Material World."
"That makes sense."
Diakum rubbed his chin, nodded and said:
"But Ulthalesh will definitely take the opportunity to propose a horrible deal. I don't even have to guess what it wants to do."
"It's fine with you."
Saloras said:
"You are the One, a person who has been clearly recorded in Material World to repel Dark Titan Mortal realm. Perhaps Ulthalesh has been waiting for you to take the initiative to talk to it. If you think the threat from Nathrezim is really that big, perhaps reaching a deal is also an option."
"It is precisely because Ulthalesh is determined to take revenge that it better understands how powerful Dark Titan is."
Oreses said:
"The fear Mad King is very patient. It will sacrifice everything just to see the defeat of Dark Titan. If used properly, it may become your most insidious helper.
Light Oath Lord cannot make a deal with it, but Void Herald is happy to associate with such a vicious creature.
You have two identities and you should use them wisely."
Diakum was convinced.
He decided to take the magic sickle from Yorin Death-Eye after defeating Polluter. To be honest, he was not very relieved to give that thing to Jorin, a young Warlock, Dick.
Although Bleeding Hollow Clan's unique ritual allows him to predict his own death and therefore act more cautiously or more recklessly, Ulthalesh is not a magic weapon that mortals can use. Even in Azeroth, a world filled with various artifacts, that thing is the most dangerous one.
Zuluhed holds the magic scythe but cannot understand how deadly it is. The stupid Warlock fell in love with Dragon Soul and the magic scythe lost interest in him.
The power of Ulthalesh is unfathomable.
But unfortunately, it is very picky and will only provide assistance to those Warlock who are "bold" and ambitious.
"Light Weaver! All nine Nathrezim and three hundred and seventy-nine demon servants in this village have been executed! We have completed a glorious sacrifice, and the waves of Sea of Darkness echo with the sound of commendation."
General Staghelm, covered in a black hood, strode forward, holding a harvest scythe surrounded by Entropic Energy, and carrying a Qiraji Ripper war sword, and reported loudly:
"Shadewalker Cult's revenge has been completed. My hunters and I are ready to set out with you at any time to Kalimdor to aid our compatriots."
"Very well, that's exactly why I'm here."
Diakum nodded and asked patiently:
"How many people are currently on Broken Isles for Shadewalker Cult? How many people are there for Shadow Hunters?"
"There are many Ren'doreis. Governor Toserin has carried out large-scale Ascension Rituals to help Highbornes get rid of the influence of Magic Plagues, but not every Ren'doreis have the confidence and courage to set foot on the path of the void."
Fandral Staghelm sighed and said:
"We will also make selections. Based on your instructions, we will not let those idiots who are not capable of controlling the void seek their own death. Therefore, the number of Shadow Chasers is currently controlled at around 3,000 people, but most of them are apprentices.
The real Shadow Hunters has only 600 people. In addition to the original Shifting Sands Guardian, we have only recruited less than 200 official members during this period, and each one of them was carefully selected by me.
I divided them into six hunting groups, each led by my former commanders.
I also assigned some Shifting Sands Guardian to go to Quel'Thalas to develop the Shadow Chasing Order. The progress there is slower than here, but there are already three hunting groups to drive.
However, the Phoenix Mages of Quel'Thalas did not allow us to summon swarms of insects there at will. They only allowed us to stay in the border city Deatholme and designated an area as our station."
"It's enough for now."
Diakum was very satisfied, he said:
"So many Shadewalker have gathered in such a short period of time. In my opinion, there is already a trend of "blind development".
After all, we are followers of the void. This kind of power should not be spread around VanCleef in Material World, and with the assistance of the Overmind insect swarm, we do not lack basic force. Therefore, the purpose of the Shadow Chasing Order should be an elite route."
"Saloras Archbishop also told me this."
General Staghelm glanced at Saloras. In the past period of time, he had been impressed by this shadow demigod with very rich theoretical knowledge. His understanding and control of the belief system made Fandral Staghelm feel unfathomable.
Compared with the well-thought-out Archbishop of Holy Twilight, he is indeed only suitable to be an executor who leads troops in combat.
Fandral Staghelm said:
"Shadow Hunterss should really calm down and study the teachings of light and shadow. There have been many tragedies in the past where Swarm Mind could not be suppressed and were assimilated. I can only say that the Overmind insect swarm is a powerful weapon, but unfortunately not every Shadewalker has the ability to control it.
If you are unable to strengthen your determination to protect the light in the darkness, it will only be a matter of time before you are assimilated into a member of the insect swarm.
But, Light Weaver, we need a safe mission field now."
He frowned and said:
"Although the Governor Toserin does not reject our development, Broken Isles has too many monsters and monsters. This place is not suitable for apprentices to meditate on learning and teachings."
"Go to Karazhan!"
Diakum waved his hand and said:
"That black tower is one of the Energy Nodess of the Eastern Continent. There is a "Inverted Tower" in its shadow, which is very suitable to be the missionary field of Shadewalker. I have some friendship with the administrator there. You can develop the cult there with peace of mind."
General Staghelm nodded.
He had heard of Karazhan's reputation. Such a majestic place as a missionary field could also strengthen Shadewalker's sense of honor. However, before they left, there was one last problem that needed to be solved.
Helya and her Shieldmaidens were now trapped in the blood-soaked village. They gathered together and watched vigilantly as the bugs dragged the dead Vrykul body into the shadows, and then there were creepy sounds of biting and gnawing.
That is the swarm of insects devouring flesh and blood. After they have eaten and drank enough, they will return to Overlord Hive with their precious genes.
Shadow Hunterss don't always carry their insect swarm demons with them, that would be too irritating.
Their bugs will live in Sea of Darkness's nest most of the time, and will be summoned to Material World when they need to fight, but this is also risky, because Shadow Chasing Swarm also needs to expand and fight in Sea of Darkness, so the bug demons of subordinate Shadow Hunters often die inexplicably in battle.
However, Overmind will thoughtfully "supply" them with new lower-level contract demons, which are usually more powerful than the previous ones.
This can also be regarded as a hidden "benefit of the order", so the subordinate Shadow Hunters will look forward to the expansion of the insect swarm in Sea of Darkness, which means that they can also "spread the rain and dew" and enjoy the benefits brought by the victory of the insect swarm.
In contrast, lower-level hunters need to bear the obligations of the insect swarm.
Once Overmind needs a special gene, the lower hunter will find it at Material World and complete the sacrifice.
For example, the elite Warrior Bug next to Fandral Staghelm is not so easy to die in battle. Even in the dispute of Sea of Darkness, such a legendary insect will be entrusted with important tasks.
Now this Warrior Bug, who had killed at least a dozen Vrykuls from the front, was leaning on his blood-stained weapon and staring at the Shieldmaidens in front of him with his six eyes. It was like a wall, standing between the Shieldmaidens and the insect swarm. The thick and swaying dragon tail was tapping lightly on the ground, ready to launch a devastating attack at any time.
It can be seen that this Warrior Bug is very interested in the "gene" of Shieldmaiden. Perhaps it comes from the insect nest's desire for power, and it is really suppressing its murderous intention.
Once ordered, this brave guy is happy to obtain powerful combat genes for Overmind.
In addition to it, Helya can also feel that there are several weird Assassin Bug around them peeking at them.
Those chameleon-like reptiles are perfectly integrated with the surrounding light and shadow. They are not as simple as optical invisibility. It is difficult to capture their specific movements using life perception, especially when they are lurking.
"These bugs. They are more dangerous than demons!"
One Shieldmaiden spat on the ground, and she whispered to Helya:
"We must send this news back to the town, and we must prepare the Lady El and Valkyrie. Once they are ready to reproduce on a large scale here, the entire Stormheim will encounter a terrible disaster."
"Then we have to leave first. I don't think they have any intention of letting us leave."
Helya bared his teeth.
She could no longer lift her arms. The corrosion of Fel made Shieldmaiden dizzy. But even if only one arm could be used, Helya had just hacked to death seven Fel Vrykul with great ferocity.
For Shieldmaiden, fighting is their life, fun and pastime. They are women born for fighting.
"You need help."
A gentle voice sounded from the front. Under Helya's gaze, the ferocious Warrior Bug turned around and fell to the ground in a surrendering posture. The insects also respectfully made way for Light Weaver's arrival, just like the leader of the insect swarm.
No, like an insect god, Diakum strolled over.
He looked at Helya's arm, shook his head and said:
"You were stabbed by Dreadlord with the most filthy weapon. It is difficult to save your arm, but it is not impossible. Holy Light will purify this corrosion for you and let you regain your great power.
Also, your name is Helya, right? You are destined to be in charge of Storm Daughter."
"I've never seen you!"
Helya Looking at this almost five-meter-tall blue half-giant, she felt the opponent's power, but it did not give her the idea of challenging him, because this guy's temperament was too gentle at this time, and he seemed "harmless to humans and animals."
She said:
"Are you the leader? Can you let us leave?"
"I'm the leader, and no."
Dick stretched out his hand and put it on Helya's arm. This action caused the surrounding Shieldmaidens to raise their weapons one after another, but the dispersion and healing from Divine Edict in the next moment made them exclaim. Helya's injuries healed quickly, and the vicious pollution was also eliminated invisible, almost like a miracle.
The healing light spreads outward to the Shieldmaidens, allowing these brave women to quickly regain their energy.
"The devil is invading another continent."
Diakum said:
"I know your tradition, and I also know that you regard fighting as the path to the One's salvation, so I invite you to come with me to the place where the devil has a decisive battle, where you will participate in the Execute fight against Corrupted Cenarius.
Even Odin must be impressed by such a great achievement. At that time, you can proudly set foot on Hall of Valor to realize your supreme ideal.
Of course, I will also invite you to go to Holy Land in this world and meet World Soul there.
You have no right to refuse, and good Warrior should not refuse the call to the battlefield!"
Shieldmaiden we discussed it for a few minutes, and then Helya agreed.
They like to fight, and they are indeed not afraid to promote the majesty of Odin from afar. In fact, Shieldmaiden have always had a tradition of traveling around the world. In the process, they will constantly challenge local strong men to demonstrate their strength.
"Then let's go. It's a long way to go. We have to start early."
Diakum waved his hand, and Shadewalker immediately began to disband the insect swarm and send them back to Sea of Darkness. In the distance, Twins had already started casting spells. They had previously recorded Silithus Desert's teleportation point, which could send everyone into the desert.
Although he was very close to Star Soul, Diakum still decided to report the good news to Azeroth Lord after winning the battle.
When everyone walked into the portal, Vigilant suddenly asked Helya:
"Do you have a barbarian ancestor?"
"How do you know?"
Helya looked at the half-giant in surprise, and she whispered:
"What does this have to do with you?"
"I just want to tell you to behave decently on the battlefield, girl."
Dick said in a subtle tone:
"Your ancestors will be proud of you. Also, are you interested in getting to know your distant blood relative? He really needs your help now."
Mount Hyjal.
This is the Holy Land belief of Night Elf, not only because after War of the Ancients, Kaldorei planted World Tree here and obtained Eternal Life, but also because Wild God's shrines are located here.
Druids also practice here, and there are also magnificent Moon Goddess Temples and various ancient ruins here.
Ten thousand years ago, Anti-Demon Crusade gathered here to fight against the devil and save the world. This place is the softest corner in the hearts of all Night Elf.
However, Mount Hyjal is also in constant trouble right now. Because this place is important enough, after Polluter set foot on Azeroth, Great Demon Lord's hoof of destruction penetrated half of the continent and reached here.
"Felwood is almost completely occupied by demons! Just this morning, the last Druid cult also withdrew Moonglade with the assistance of Watcherss. Now except Illidari, no army can fight there."
Archdruid Naralex, with a sad face in the temple under World Tree, reported to the leader of Druid: "Emerald Heart" Malfurion Stormrage:
"It would be fine if it was just a demon attack, but they occupied Felwood and destroyed Everlook a few days ago. The occupation of Frostwhisper Gorge means that the communication between Mount Hyjal and other places has been completely cut off.
We are isolated here.
Although Black Crow King's army can come to support through Emerald Dream, due to Polluter's relationship, Emerald Dream has recently seen a steady stream of nightmare creations, and those filthy things are causing chaos everywhere.
Without the suppression of Emerald Dragonflight, Emerald Dream is no longer safe, and they even threaten the residences of those sleeping demigods."
"Then find foreign aid!"
Malfurion rubbed his forehead tiredly.
This demigod Archdruid, who was so loved by Life Force that he had various animal signs on his body, sighed and said:
"I know it is difficult for some compatriots to accept it, but now is no longer the time to stick to tradition. Just like Anti-Demon Crusade did thousands of years ago, we can work together to help us tide over the difficulties.
In my name, Master Naralex, as an envoy, you travel through Emerald Dream and invite Loa God of Trollss to enter there to help us clean up the nightmare creations, and we must protect those demigods sleeping in the dreamland.
They lost their bodies in the war thousands of years ago, and once their eternal spirits are contaminated in Emerald Dream, they will truly be finished."
"Alas."
Naralex has experienced War of the Ancients, and he knows whether this will be a time when Trolls is in conflict with the elves.
Zandalari Troll took the initiative to send Golden Fleet and Loa to help. This is already a step forward. If they Kaldorei are still ignorant, it will be unreasonable.
But before leaving, Naralex looked around, and this Archdruid whispered to Malfurion:
"Black Crow King's movements are not quite right. It stands to reason that he should send an army to guard World Tree, which is the lifeblood of Kaldorei. However, although Moon Guard is helping us resist the devil, Black Crow King has never taken the initiative to show up.
I suspect he may have other plans.
Is it even a conspiracy?"
"Don't think too much, Master Naralex, Black Crow King is our leader, we should trust him."
Malfurion used clichés to dismiss Archdruid, who was already suspicious. After the other party left, brother Stormrage walked to the temple and looked at the towering sacred tree in front of him, carrying the entire city.
There were mixed emotions in his eyes.
As the faith leader of Kaldorei, Black Crow King's decision-making was opposed to him. He knew what His Majesty Kur'talos planned to do, and he had no intention of stopping it.
"Nordrassil, ten thousand years."
Malfurion stretched out his hand somewhat sadly, touching the branches surrounding the temple, and said softly:
"Perhaps it's time to say goodbye, Your Excellency."