"Toserin is dead?!"
Black Crow King Kur'talos Ravencrest, who had just prepared military affairs and was about to take a rest, soon received a bad news. The leader of Kaldorei stood up in shock, and then felt dizzy and fell down on the camp bed.
This dizzy feeling was very unfamiliar to him.
There seemed to be some kind of problem with the body, and Black Crow King's blood pressure was a little high when he suddenly got a piece of bad news that couldn't be worse due to fatigue.
His guards were also shocked, especially Master Lathorius who came to report the news. He thought it was some kind of evil curse and hurried forward to release the dispersing magic for Black Crow King, but no matter how busy he was, he could not make Kur'talos's condition better.
It wasn't until Kael'thas came to the camp with the breath of the battle that he saw the Kaldoreis in a mess in front of him, the prince Quel'dorei couldn't help but remind him:
"Stop it, Black Crow King is not cursed!"
"No! This must be some kind of magical effect. Your Majesty has always been in good health. How could he suddenly..."
"He's just old!"
Kael'thas scolded:
"Nordrassil is gone, Eternal Life of Kaldorei is over, you have returned to the cycle of birth, old age, sickness and death, my distant relatives,
Black Crow King was already over 2,000 years old during the Elven Empire period. He is estimated to be one of the oldest elves in existence. Isn't it expected that he will be weak and diseased?"
This reminder made all the elves in the camp stunned, and also made Kur'talos, who was coughing, show a helpless expression.
He stretched out his hand and pushed away the nervous guards beside him, then forced himself to stand up and asked:
"Toserin What's going on over there?"
"Dreadlord lured Governor Toserin to the Mount Hyjal border in your name, and they murdered him near Timbermaw Hold. The Dreadlords thought they did it perfectly, but when Governor Toserin sensed the danger, he opened his Royal Insignia.
He was confident in his own strength, but he ignored the cunning of the devil, who used a terrible assassin to plot against Governor Toserin."
Kael'thas said with regret:
"The moment he died, the recorded information was sent to his most trusted person, Blue Moon Dean.
Now Blue Moon Dean and Sandar have rushed to Timbermaw Hold to retrieve the body of Governor Toserin. Nathrezim Academy has a complete set of Lich transformation rituals. As long as the body is recovered, Governor Toserin can still survive in another way within a certain period of time.
I have been sent to report this terrible news to you.
Blue Moon Dean asked me to tell you to immediately disperse Illidari to every important defense line where troops are currently stationed to prevent Dreadlord from taking advantage of the chaos to infiltrate.
Their disguise is too perfect.
Once they take advantage of it, the chaos will only continue to expand."
"I must go there myself!"
Black Crow King stood up and said:
"Toserin encountered misfortune in the territory of Kaldorei, which will lead to an extremely terrible diplomatic incident. Vigilant has created this hard-won opportunity for us three tribes of elves, and we cannot let the devil destroy it like this.
I have to... ahem... ah..."
Kur'talos felt dizzy, as weak as an invisible ghost pulling at his body.
The concept of "old age" that had never existed in the past 10,000 years troubled the leader of Kaldorei at this moment, making him truly aware of the troubles and powerlessness that the lives of other races would have when facing irresistible death.
He knew that he had to take a rest.
He sat back on the chair under Kael'thas's regretful gaze, rubbed his forehead to keep himself calm, then raised his head and said to the prince of Sunstrider:
"Dreadlord's evil plan cannot stop at the murder of poor Toserin. I suspect that there are demon minions among Azsuna and Nar'thalas City now spreading news.
They want to blame this death on Kaldorei or Quel'dorei.
They want to prevent the elves from reunifying in just a few years!
Kael'thas, you must follow Blue Moon and Shandaral with me to Broken Isles.
The meeting of the three clans must be held at Nar'thalas City, and the death of Toserin must be treated with care, otherwise the elves will inevitably lead to another wave of division."
"I will, and my status is not enough to negate the impact of this matter."
Kael'thas said:
"I will inform my father and try my best to persuade him and Farodis Guardian to go to Broken Isles to participate in the meeting. Nar'thalas City used to be the fiefdom of Farodis Guardian. He is very popular there. Maybe he can help us suppress unnecessary disturbances.
Just rest.
I am going to Timbermaw Hold to assist Lightforged and Illidari in hunting down the culprit. Tichondrius must pay the price for what it has done!
It uses vicious means to try to separate us again, but such a shameless conspiracy will only make us more united!"
Sunstrider Prince saluted gracefully, then turned and left.
The camp became quiet, and Black Crow King sat alone on the chair, looking at his fingers, which were weaker than ever before.
After Nordrassil's blessing Dispersion, time seems to have doubled the "stolen punishment" of Kur'talos,
He closed his eyes regretfully, and after a moment of sighing, he said to Lathorius:
"Invite Ms. Malfurion Stormrage and Maiev over, and don't disturb others."
"As you command, Your Majesty."
"Nathrezim, where are you running!"
The battle cry of Yrel echoed in the gloomy Timbermaw Hold. The additional "Demon-Slaying Oath" added by Lightforged when facing the devil made the holy flame burn even more intensely.
Maraad brought all the Lightforgeds under the demon Yrel, and even the Light-Forged Dragons under the demon Yrel were arranged to guard and block several exits of Weihou Fortress.
They came quickly but not Recklessness. In addition to the above arrangements, the Five-Colored Dragonss of Diakum were also invited. At this time, "Double Flower Red Pole" Onyxia was playing Wushuang in Timbermaw Hold.
This place is too small to let Black Dragon Princess transform into a dragon to fight, but it doesn't matter, Human Form is as fierce as a running dump truck.
Tichondrius I'm feeling depressed right now.
Dreadlord has just completed a perfect murder, and is now discussing with its sinister subordinates in Timbermaw Hold how to use the disguise of Governor Toserin to cause big things in Broken Isles.
As a result, before the fine-tuning of the disguise was completed, the Light Weavers came in.
It moved so fast that Dreadlord had no time to react and was stuck here.
The worse news is that Illidari has also come in from the other side. These Slayers have troublesome Spectral Sights, making it impossible for the demons to escape from their pursuit, and Light Weavers have brought Shadow Hunterss with them.
Shifting Sands Guardian, who was under the demon General Staghelm, got "Eye of Truth" when he sacrificed it for the first time. That thing can also see through all illusions.
This basically blocked the possibility of the demons escaping, turning Timbermaw Hold into their burial place.
"Don't worry, we will open the rift to Twisting Nether soon!"
Tichondrius has the air of a general.
As the current leader of Nathrezim, this sinister Dreadlord will always have a hand in hand. It says to the demons around it:
"So what if they blocked Material World's passage? We are demons. We can escape smoothly under any circumstances. This is also a lesson! You all should pay attention and learn from it. Don't always rely on your own disguise skills to run around. The most important thing in our line of work is to use your brain."
The other Dreadlords nodded repeatedly, praising their leader for being awesome.
Well, that's how the Nathrezims are. The atmosphere in the place where they gather is almost exactly the same as when the Warlocks gather together. The two have a lot in common.
For example, he likes to harm his own people the most, has no concept of "loyalty" at all, likes to fan the evil wind and light will-o'-the-wisps, etc.
As the founders of the "espionage industry" in the Azeroth universe, the Nathrezims are so bad in character that even the hellhounds in remote areas of Twisting Nether would bite them twice when they pass by.
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Soon, the crack leading to Twisting Nether was torn open.
At this time, Illidari and Lightforged had already entered the core area of Timbermaw Hold. Those lower-level demons perfectly fulfilled their duties as cannon fodder, buying time for the "big shots" to move.
Tichondrius waved his hand, and a subordinate Dreadlord rushed to Fel Rift impatiently to explore the way. As soon as he stepped in with one foot, the crack suddenly closed as if there was a bad contact. It made a clicking sound like the sharpest cutting knife, and cut the Dreadlord in half in front of the Nathrezims.
The smooth incision prevents the unlucky guy from transforming into a swarm of bats and stealing it away.
It's really fatal.
"The space is blocked."
One Nathrezim screamed:
"It's Highborne's magic skill. I saw this kind of magic in Azshara's court back then. It's so authentic! It must be Aelya Blue Moon who is here. She looks very angry."
"You've done some analysis, see what you can do!"
Tichondrius cursed and looked at the subordinates in front of it who didn't take it seriously. It was also a little helpless. Dreadlord's special characteristics determine that they are really not afraid of this kind of desperate situation. Even if you get killed and go back to Twisting Nether, you can queue up for the lottery. If you really meet a killer like Diakum, you can go back to Land of the Dead and be reborn after being burned to death by Dragon Soul.
Nathrezim is one of the few unique beings that can freely enter and leave World of Death. Because it will not die no matter what it does, Dreadlord is freer and more crazy than other demons. It especially likes to cause trouble and big things.
"Okay, okay, since we are blocked, prepare to be "loyal" to the Burning Legion!"
Dreadlord waved his hand and scolded:
"Go and fight to the death with those Partner of Justices. Before you die, you have to have someone to support you. I'm here to prepare. You take the first step, and I'll come later.
I just took the opportunity to go back to Argus and report to the Shaper about my recent work.
If you are unlucky and return to your "hometown", remember to report it to "that adult", otherwise it will be bad if it seems that we have not achieved good results in Material World."
"As commanded."
The Dreadlords dispersed, and not long after, the echoes of fierce fighting could be heard in Timbermaw Hold, and of course there were also the screams of Nathrezim after being purified.
Perhaps it is because "that adult" overemphasized the latent nature and almost perfect adaptability of these guys to the Force when pinching Nathrezim, resulting in the fact that the combat effectiveness of Dreadlord is completely at the bottom among demons of the same level.
This is the reason why Toserin was so confident in the face of Nathrezim's siege before. Once Dreadlord is pulled out of hiding, their destructive power will be very limited.
Just like an unloaded bullet is always the most dangerous.
Therefore, expecting these guys to be able to block the tiger-like wolves Lightforged and Illidari is overthinking, but now Tichondrius is thinking about a problem seriously.
How was it exposed on Mount Hyjal?
It stands to reason that I was really perfect in the murder of Toserin. I chose a remote place and asked the ace assassin under the demon Talgas to help. The fighting time was very short, and the aftermath was handled very professionally without leaving any traces. Even if Illidari was patrolling nearby, it would take time for them to track it all the way.
But now, I had just handed Toserin's apartment to three San'layn servants to send away, and within ten minutes, the Lightforgeds came to the door.
Judging from the speed of their actions, it was basically as if they had just killed Toserin here and received accurate information over there.
They know they are hiding in Timbermaw Hold!
This is really important, someone leaked their actions.
Tichondrius rubbed its pale chin with its sharp claws. As a master in the field of conspiracy, it quickly figured out the reason.
This is a shameful betrayal!
As for who betrayed me...:. Haha, do you still need to guess?
Tichondrius heard the roars of the Light Weavers, as well as a strange hissing sound in the shadows, like some kind of insect tearing at the blood and bones, but it didn't care about the danger of approaching quickly. It just took out the Necromantic Rune and tossed it up and down in its hands.
"Gul'dan, you did a great job! You gave Frostmourne a sword-wielding man, your jailer died violently, and you were able to take over the power I left behind. You're eating three things out of one fish."
Tichondrius said coldly:
"Are you so impatient to take off the dog leash around your neck? I should have realized you had bad intentions when you, the little bitch, arranged those three San'layn around me!"
"Oh, Master Tichondrius, aren't you the one who taught me well?"
It seems that the flattering Lich King had a hint of misunderstanding in the voice conveyed by the runes, and it said:
"Please don't scold me for being crazy. I'm just learning from you. These days, I've learned some of Shadowlands's rules. I even learned about some of the traditions of your birthplace, Revendreth.
It is said that it is a Land of the Dead built on conspiracy, infighting, and trickery.
Ah, it sounds like a really good place, a bad guy like me will definitely be able to get along like a fish in water there."
Gul'dan let out a deep laugh and said:
"As for you, Lord Tichondrius.:
In your words, you have played too many simple modes for so many years, and you have been unable to adapt to the cruel matching environment of Azeroth. When I gave San'layn to you, I was already prepared to be punished by you.
But when I see you so happy, I know that I have won!
Dog leashes and the like are not worth mentioning to me, but even if I want to be a dog, I can only be a barking enemy at the feet of a real big man, like Sarkir, like "that gentleman".
Even if I am a dog, I still want to be the one with the highest status.
You?
Sorry, you are not worthy to be my master.
Once an evil mind becomes weak, nothing will be accomplished. You are a lesson, and I will remember it."
"Stop being so arrogant!"
Tichondrius was irritated, and it cursed in a somewhat off-guard manner:
"Death means nothing to me, Gul'dan, I will be back sooner or later! You know this, you..."
", I forgot to tell you, sir."
Gul'dan Yin side said:
"I recruited several Vrykul Warrior in Stormheim, and they told me a "terrifying" news. You might as well guess where your loyal comrade Mephistos is now?
Oh, others can't help Nathrezim's talent for cheating, but when it comes to punishing demons, I can always trust Vigilant's enthusiasm!
Do you still want to come back for revenge?
Bah!
Let's escape Shadow Chasing Prison from Sea of Darkness first.
I wish you a happy life in prison for 100,000 years, sir. If you can be released from prison in the future, I will give you a chance to lick your toes when you have become a big shot.
Listen!
They're coming..."
"Click"
Necromantic Rune was crushed to pieces when Tichondrius's claws closed.
It raised its head with a ferocious expression and looked at Yrel who was holding the holy blade, Maraad who was carrying the war hammer, and Arantien who flashed out of the shadows. To be honest, the three Slayer were all startled by the negative energy surrounding Dreadlord at this time.
What happened?
Brother, did you suddenly receive a message from your wife saying that she loves you when you were out on a business trip at three o'clock in the morning? Otherwise, I can't explain your attitude of being so cruel that you break your defenses!
Isn't it said that Nathrezim is the most "elegant" devil?
"It's no use talking more!"
Tichondrius will be really mad at this, but it still can't reveal the true identity of Lich King. Gul'dan is convinced that it is loyal to "that adult" and will do everything for "Grand Plan" Consecration.
I must die here according to Gul'dan's "script".
Ah!
I'm really furious!
That damn dog sage, don't give me the chance to take revenge on you... Yes, if you step on the horse just once, you will be dead!
Today is another boring day at Sea of Darkness's Shadow Chasing Prison location. The few prisoners trapped here have just experienced a wave of Sea of Darkness's erosion. They still have not been able to adapt to the despair in which chaos fills the soul and eliminates the mind and inflicts pain.
What Demon Crucible, what Maw Tower, compared to the imprisonment of Sea of Darkness is so far behind.
The people imprisoned here are all named guys, and everyone occasionally communicates with each other. No, after Mephistos and Eranikus chatted for a few words, it suddenly felt that another big brother had entered the "cell next door".
Just as I was about to say hello, I suddenly noticed that this person's breath was very familiar.
"Fuck! Tichondrius?!"
Mephistos exclaimed:
"How come you were thrown here? Did you also recruit Vigilant?
"Ahem, what, I fought with Diakum for hundreds of rounds and finally lost, Light Butcher is so shameless!"
"That's right, I fought him to the death for three days and nights, and in the end we were just one move away..."
"You two are almost done!"
Eranikus really couldn't listen any more. Demon Dragon King, tired and in pain, complained:
"We are all local devils, what do you sing about Holy Song?
The two Dreadlords who were exposed fell silent, and then began to jointly attack Demon Dragon King personally. Everyone is having such a difficult time, why do you still want to expose it?
After scolding him enough, Tichondrius, who had not yet tasted the mental torture of Sea of Darkness, took Mephistos to discuss how to escape from prison.
They deliberately amplified the sound so that Demon Dragon King could participate.
But Eranikus had no intention of participating in that ridiculous jailbreak plan. If it were so easy to escape, Sea of Darkness would not be qualified to become Sargeras's confidant.
What's more, it is different from these two guys who are afraid of chaos in the world. It stays here voluntarily. It is a sinner and should be forgotten. Only in this way can its beloved Ysera better serve World Mother.
Ah, if you exchange your soul to hell for Ysera's glorious future, then it would be worthwhile for you to have all your mind wiped away by Sea of Darkness in a hundred thousand years of torture.
"But don't you want to take another look at Ysera?"
Overmind's voice echoed in Eranikus's ears, and it said:
"Agamaggan made the right choice, and you also have the opportunity to atone for your sins. Light Weaver is kind and knows that light and shadow are indispensable. The sinner can also change his past and Consecration himself for the greater good.
Think about it carefully, Demon Dragon King.
Shadow Chasing Swarm is about to start a new round of evolution, and Agamaggan will transform into Hive King Beast to conquer the earth for us. However, your domain is above the sky, and the insect swarm needs you.
Ysera... need you too."