Just when Aaron and others noticed Dreadlord's sinister intention to lure Lake Darrowmere's lake water into the tunnel, so they immediately chose to retreat. Varimathras, who was responsible for guiding the group to the predetermined location, had already left the underground space and appeared at the top of an unnamed mountain near Caer Darrow.
It is not difficult for a Dreadlord to teleport over short distances. This is why Varimathras dares to act as bait alone. After the underground passage is flooded, he only needs to teleport away to watch Aaron and the others should die. According to Varimathras's understanding, apart from Aaron, there is also a very important person to mankind among that group of people. It can be said to be an unexpected surprise.
There is another Dreadlord standing next to Varimathras. There are also a large number of Cult of the Damned members wearing red robes gathered at the foot of the mountain. Further away, a large group of Undead can be seen wandering. The tunnel below Barov Castle leads to here.
"Varimathras, how is the plan going?" Seeing Varimathras appear, the pale face of Dreadlord, who was originally waiting here as agreed, showed a sarcastic smile, "I thought you would be killed by that human."
"Balnazzar, you talk too much nonsense." Varimathras gave Balnazzar a cold look and did not let the other party continue, "Has Mr. Tichondrius contacted you?"
Balnazzar shook his head, "Master Tichondrius is executing his plan, and we also have to complete our mission. Is that annoying human dead?"
"How do I know? I left immediately after activating the mechanism." Varimathras pointed at the vortex that appeared in Lake Caer Darrow and said, "But I think our plan will not fail."
"Forget it, the life or death of that human being doesn't matter. As long as we can successfully complete the plan, this continent will become our territory. As long as Lord Archimonde comes to this planet, any resistance will be easily crushed by him."
"It's not easy to summon adults here, and it has to be safe. I think you don't want to see the energy source used to maintain the portal being destroyed and falling short as last time, right?" Varimathras
"Hmph, it's not like that incompetent Orcs couldn't complete the task assigned to him by Master Archimonde. In the end, we had to take action personally and be responsible for commanding these stinking Undead." Balnazzar glanced at the Cult of the Damned Cultists and Undead behind him with a dissatisfied look on his face. "Shouldn't these jobs be left to those guys?"
"There is no way. After Ner'zhul was driven away from his throne by the group of dragons, his growth in power was also affected. The control of these Undead was not enough, and most of these so-called Cult of the Damned Cultists are a group of people who just want to gain power and immortality. Idiots." Varimathras also showed disdain for those Cult of the Damned Cultists who were whispering uneasily at the foot of the mountain, "If these guys weren't needed in the follow-up plan, I really don't want to care about these idiots. If anything happens, we will need our help to wipe their butts."
"You'd better remember this forever." At this moment, a voice that was very familiar to both Dreadlord suddenly sounded behind them, "This is all for Lord Archimonde's plan. If your complaints reach the ears of Lord, I don't think I need to say more about what will happen to you, right?"
"Master Tichondrius!" The two Dreadlords hurriedly saluted the newly appeared Dreadlord. As Tichondrius said, all their work They all serve to summon Archimonde to enter Azeroth. If Archimonde learns that they are resentful about this, it is hard to say that they will not be punished severely.
"We got it." Varimathras and Balnazzar looked at each other. If the conversation between the two people would reach Archimonde's ears, the most likely possibility would be that the other party would inform them. For Dreadlord, who had a cunning impression, although there was a rule not to attack others of the same race, it was not uncommon for them to stumble the other party.
"Okay, my arrangements with Alterac have been basically completed, but in order to ensure that the plan can be implemented smoothly, I need one of you to go over there and keep an eye on it. Which of you wants to go?" Tichondrius said to the two One of his subordinates said that originally the most suitable candidate for him would be Mal'Ganis, but Mal'Ganis died in the battle at Icecrown Citadel, and the only two men he can use now are the two in front of him.
Varimathras and Balnazzar looked at each other. They also knew the work that Tichondrius did at Alterac. It was not a difficult job to say, but it was crucial to the next plan. It goes without saying that if it was done well, it would get a credit, but if it failed, Archimonde's anger would definitely be vented on the person in charge.
In the end, it was Varimathras who decided to take over this task. Even among the equally cunning Dreadlord, he was one of the more complex ones. Now he thought more than Balnazzar: "Master Tichondrius, just let me go."
"Okay, go ahead and I'll tell you what you need to pay attention to in a while." Tichondrius nodded with satisfaction. If he had to choose one between Varimathras and Balnazzar, he would also prefer Varimathras. It would be best for the other party to take the initiative to stand up.
Varimathras saluted Tichondrius again, then activated the teleportation technique and left here.
Tichondrius continued to order Balnazzar: "Balnazzar, it will be up to you to take these people to implement the next plan. If you succeed, the resistance in this land will collapse."
"Yes," Balnazzar nodded in agreement, and then asked, "Master Tichondrius, won't you come with me?"
"Me? I have another job to do." Tichondrius looked towards the south. "I'm going to see some old friends. They don't think we just forgot about them, right?"
"Old friends?" Balnazzar didn't understand what Tichondrius meant for a while. They still have quite a few old friends in Azeroth, but in the south... Balnazzar asked tentatively, "Are you talking about those Orcs?"
"That's right, those useless wastes." A sealed crystal bottle suddenly appeared in Tichondrius's hand, which contained more than half a bottle of gray-green liquid. "I specifically asked for his blood from Mannoroth, and it's time for them to continue to contribute to the Burning Legion. Okay, Balnazzar, it's time for you to go, be careful not to be exposed."
"Yes." Balnazzar watched Tichondrius disappear, turned around and began to direct those Cult of the Damned Cultists to leave the mountain.