At this moment, far away from where Sindragosa slept after his death, there was a bustling and busy scene.
Perhaps it is not appropriate to say that it is in full swing. After all, the climate in Icecrown Glacier is extremely cold, and the workers who are busy on this large-scale construction site will not feel hot.
Sindragosa was bombarded by Neltharion using Dragon Soul to Northrend and was buried with Icecrown Glacier thousands of years ago. This place has always been The endless Blizzard caused Sindragosa's body to be buried under thick ice and snow, which also caused a lot of trouble for the group of workers who wanted to dig out Sindragosa's body.
Of course, these workers don't care about this. They only know that they will continue to work according to the orders of their masters. They will not stop until their bodies are frozen by the eternal cold wind, or their dead bodies gradually collapse because they cannot bear the high load of work.
However, the owners of these diligent workers would not understand them, let alone allow them to take a break because of their hard work. Instead, they sent two supervisors to monitor the progress of the construction site at all times in order to complete the work as soon as possible.
"Balnazzar, why do we have to come here and watch these rotten bones dig up another pile of rotten bones?"
"Stop complaining, Varimathras, don't forget that in addition to monitoring that idiot, our mission is to ensure that the master's plan is implemented smoothly."
No wonder Balnazzar and Varimathras complained so much. They were supposed to be the eyes and ears of Kil'jaeden to supervise whether a Orcs named Ner'zhul was faithfully executing the master's orders, but now they had to supervise the work of these moving corpses for the plan of that damn Orcs.
As the think tank of the Burning Legion, Nathrezim, or Dreadlord, is best at playing tricks, or directing those powerful but brainless demons to fight on the battlefield, rather than serving the plans of an old Orcs who doesn't even have a body in the ice and snow.
When Ner'zhul was mentioned, a contemptuous smile appeared on Varimathras's gray and thin face, "That idiot Orcs probably doesn't know that the master was just deceiving him, right?"
When Ner'zhul fled to Twisting Nether, he was destroyed by Kil'jaeden and stuffed into a pair of armor. At that time, Kil'jaeden promised that as long as Ner'zhul helps Burning Legion open the door to Azeroth, then he will be given a new body and Ner'zhul will be appointed as the king of Azeroth.
Of course, if you believe the promise of Kil'jaeden, nicknamed the Deceiver, you would be a fool. Ner'zhul appears to be diligent and conscientious, but in fact he has his own plans.
It's just that this cunning old Orcs hid this idea in his heart. Even Dreadlord, who is good at playing tricks, didn't see through this.
Balnazzar glanced at Varimathras and reminded, "Be cautious, I always feel that that seemingly loyal guy has other thoughts secretly."
Varimathras waved his hand, "No matter what he has in mind, are we still afraid that he will stir up some trouble? Besides, Tichondrius is just keeping an eye on him, so we don't need to worry about it."
Speaking of Tichondrius, the two Dreadlord were silent for a brief moment, and Varimathras opened another topic, "Speaking of which, why do we come here to watch these skeletons digging the ground? Mal'Ganis and I went out and were assigned this task when we came back. I'm still a little confused now."
Balnazzar lightly flapped his wings, "You know about dragons, right? Azeroth A species unique to this planet?"
"I know, Mal'Ganis and I met that guy Ner'zhul when we went to the south to work. In order to avoid trouble, we didn't have any contact with them." As he said, Varimathras stepped on the ground with his right foot, "What we are digging now is the corpse of a giant dragon, right?"
Through the thick, nearly transparent ice, you can see the huge dragon corpse below. Icecrown Glacier The year-round cold wind has caused Sindragosa's corpse to maintain its appearance in life, with a ferocious and painful expression.
Balnazzar continued, "About a month ago, a group of giant dragons calling themselves Infinite Dragonflight came over and talked to us a lot, saying they wanted to help Ner'zhul expand their strength. They also made several incomprehensible suggestions. One of them was to dig out the dragon below. They said it would be of great use."
"You just casually believe what a group of indigenous creatures say?"
"Of course I don't have full faith, but it's okay to give it a try. As you know, that guy Ner'zhul hasn't been going well since he defeated Nerubians."
"So this is one of our jobs?"
Balnazzar shook his head, "Of course not. Haven't you seen those blue flying dragons before? Those were obtained by Ner'zhul based on the suggestions of those giant dragons, so Ner'zhul accepted all the other suggestions."
"That's why we have to come here..." Varimathras complained dissatisfiedly, "Why don't you leave those giant dragons here too, so that we don't have to be supervisors."
"Do you think we have tried it before?" Balnazzar showed a ferocious smile, Dreadlord's true nature is here, how could he let those Infinite Dragonflights go so easily?
"Looking at you like this, I guess you have failed." Varimathras said happily.
Balnazzar glanced at him, "We really couldn't keep those bastards, they have a very strange power, and they are on guard against us."
"After all that, isn't it still a failure?" Varimathras said disdainfully.
Balnazzar narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this, made fists with both hands, and looked at Varimathras with a dangerous tone. "You say it again?"
Varimathras immediately gave up and changed the subject. "Do you ever feel that something is wrong when you stand on top of this guy's head?"
"What? Are you still afraid of a corpse that has been dead for ten thousand years?" Balnazzar mocked. "Why don't you just go back to Lord Tichondrius for comfort."
"Don't think I'm really afraid of you." Varimathras glared at Balnazzar dissatisfied, "I don't believe you dare to violate the ban and attack me."
"You..." Balnazzar was so angry that he pointed at Varimathras with his finger, but he quickly laughed again, "You are really... Forget it, I won't tell you, I'm going to work. If you are too passive and slow down, you will be punished by Master Tichondrius."
"Wait for me, I'll go too." Varimathras followed Balnazzar into the air as if nothing was wrong, and began to patrol around the entire construction site.
The two Dreadlord still don't know that the resentment carried by the skeleton they are digging has summoned a group of unexpected enemies.