"Humans! I am Dreadlord Banehollow, Tichondrius's most trusted subordinate! I am Jaedenar, lord of the Shadowhold. I will establish Shadow Hold here, I will rule over all Warlock and Satyr of Kalimdor, I will..."
The Dreadlord roared in fury. He had recognized Jiang Jie and knew that the human before him was the one who had severely injured Tichondrius, so he valued Jiang Jie immensely.
The Dreadlord, who usually hides in the shadows and plots, has now been ordered by Tichondrius to guard the Skull of Gul'dan. He has no choice but to step out from behind the scenes and into the limelight. He thought that countless demons and Satyr would be enough to overwhelm the invading enemies, but the appearance of Worgen and packs of wolves almost overwhelmed all the demons. He has no choice but to take action himself!
The Dreadlord's words were full of mental tricks, attempting to gain the upper hand and cause trouble for Jiang Jie.
However, he had to stop speaking before he could finish, because Jiang Jie suddenly Charge and appeared in front of him. At this moment, in order to ensure his safety, he had already picked up the Skull of Gul'dan and flown into the sky, a full twenty meters above the hillside!
This... how is this possible!
How could Warrior's Charge possibly reach the sky?
Is it good that it violates the principles of physics?
"You talk too much, Banehollow. What will you do? You will face death!"
The divine sword Strom'kar pierced the left wing of the Dreadlord.
He intended to pierce the opponent's heart, but the Dreadlord dodged at the crucial moment. However, the Shadowflame on Strom'kar still inflicted significant damage on the Dreadlord.
What Dreadlord most was that he could feel the loss of Shadow energy within his body. The broad-backed greatsword possessed an unimaginable magic that was forcefully plundering his energy!
That's not all.
Most terrifyingly, he felt his soul being torn apart; the divine sword had actually damaged his soul and was trying to plunder it!
This... how is this possible!
The Dreadlord's eyes were filled with terror, for looking at the divine sword Strom'kar reminded him of the Greatsword of Apocalypse and the runic sword Frostmourne.
The Dreadlord are the Burning Legion's most skilled race at crafting artifacts, or rather, magical artifacts. Two of their masterpieces are Apocalypse and Frostmourne.
Both swords possess the ability to plunder and imprison souls. This is an ability unique to dark and Fel creatures. Warlock are proficient in soul magic and venture into the realm of souls precisely because they have mastered shadow and Fel.
How could this sword before me, the divine sword of the human Emperor Thoradin, possibly possess such evil power?
Moreover, the Dreadlord sensed the aura of a superior being emanating from this sword.
The superior one!
How many beings could be higher in rank than the Dreadlord and also control shadows?
"Servants of the Old Gods...!" Banehollow took a deep breath, and a name came to mind.
As a member of the Burning Legion, he was no stranger to the Old Gods.
Demons originate from the Twisting Nether, a product of the conflict between light and Twisting Nether. Every demon wields shadow power to some extent, with the Dreadlord being the most prominent among them.
Banehollow knew of the existence of the Old Gods, and even understood that for the Dreadlord, the Old Gods were the best nourishment. By absorbing the pure Shadow energy from the Old Gods, they could become stronger!
Servants of the Old Gods... not bad!
"I must have it!" Banehollow's eyes were fixed on the divine sword Strom'kar, as if he were staring at a stunningly beautiful woman.
If he obtains this divine sword and absorbs its Shadow energy, he will surely become stronger!
However, he was met with Jiang Jie's cold laugh.
The sneer came from behind!
In the blink of an eye, Jiang Jie used the power of his Chi to briefly hover in the air, and even used the Nine Provinces Yu Walking Step to teleport behind Banehollow, slashing his other wing with his sword once again.
Banehollow is going absolutely crazy!
The Dreadlord's melee combat ability is limited.
Their forte is spellcasting. What if a spellcaster is caught in close combat, and the opponent is like a piece of chewing gum, impossible to shake off?
Banehollow let out a shriek, unleashing a massive mental attack that forced Jiang Jie before immediately soaring into the sky.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
He has now reached above the clouds, a full two thousand meters high. That human was ultimately just a human; there was no way he could fly that high. He is safe!
"Let's just hand over Skull of Gul'dan to Lord Tichondrius. This thing is too dangerous to handle..." Banehollow gritted his teeth.
He never intended to possess Skull of Gul'dan.
The Dreadlord's power comes from his soul. As long as his soul remains at its original strength, even if he obtains the Skull of Gul'dan, he cannot become much stronger. Moreover, with his current strength, he really cannot absorb the power of the Skull of Gul'dan, otherwise he would be burst apart!
Outsiders often assume that Dreadlord are treacherous, cunning, and scheming, Dreadlord that there must be fierce competition among them. However, they are unaware that Dreadlord are actually the most united race in the world; one Dreadlord would never plot against another. Furthermore, this race possesses another peculiar characteristic:
The Dreadlord cannot kill its own kind!
" The Jadefire Satyr and those demons... are no longer important!" Banehollow sneered.
The Dreadlord is the commander of the Burning Legion.
No commander-level demon would care about the losses incurred by ordinary demons, because demons can reshape their bodies in the Twisting Nether. Moreover, there are so many demons in the Twisting Nether that they are scattered throughout the entire universe.
Besides, he had guessed some of Lord Archimonde's plans.
Whether it's Mannoroth or Tichondrius, polluting the land is secondary; their main task is to tie down the Night Elf forces, preventing them from reinforcing Mount Hyjal. In reality, Mount Hyjal is the primary battlefield!
Ashenvale Forest only has Mannoroth, and Felwood only has Tichondrius and him, but Mount Hyjal has gathered Pit Lord- level leaders, including the second-in-command of the Pit Lords, Azgalor, the second-in-command of Dreadlord Anetheron, Kaz'rogal, the Lich Lord, and the Lich King Reki Winterfrost. Moreover, Lord Archimonde is personally overseeing the battle. That is the ultimate battlefield that will determine the survival of this world!
Now that they've restrained so many Worgen, they can consider their mission accomplished.
Just as Banehollow was about to fly away, he suddenly froze.
Because in the clouds, he saw a huge head!
It had a head as big as a water vat... no, much bigger than a water vat, and a body more than twenty meters long behind it, looking just like a giant flying snake!
Of course, this was definitely not any flying snake or any kind of creature he had ever seen before; it was like a contraption made up of several different kinds of creatures.
What exactly is this thing?
Banehollow wanted to observe carefully.
He wasn't afraid, because it was easy to see that although this behemoth looked terrifying, its energy level wasn't actually that high; at least it hadn't reached the Legendary level.
As long as they don't reach Legendary level, they're easy prey for Banehollow.
But the next moment, as he got closer, he discovered that there was another person on the back of this strange creature—the person who should have been on the ground!
"Oh no!" Banehollow immediately tried to run away.
However...
"It's too late!"
Jiang Jie let out a cold laugh.
He summoned Zhaoren to take him to the sky. He didn't have high hopes for this, because if Banehollow wanted to escape, he could have vanished without a trace in this short time.
Unexpectedly, the Dreadlord did not flee immediately, but lingered in the clouds for a while, which gave him an opportunity.
Then don't leave!
Jiang Jie leaped off Zhaoren's back, his momentum carrying him forward, and instantly caught up with Banehollow, who was trying to escape, piercing his heart with the divine sword Strom'kar!
The Shadowflame seared his heart, inflicting severe damage on Banehollow, but not enough to kill him.
Zhaoren caught up instantly.
The Cloud Serpent's combat power is inferior to that of the Dragon Aspects, but its flight speed seems to be faster. This creature is born with the ability to manipulate wind and clouds, and can fly without wings.
Jiang Jie landed back on Zhaoren's back and continued his relentless pursuit.
Banehollow inwardly groaned.
You can't beat them in a fight, and you can't outfly them. What can you do?
Only life-saving measures remain!
The next moment, Banehollow transformed into countless bats, carrying Skull of Gul'dan, and fled in the direction of Tichondrius with shrieks.
However...
A gust of wind howled in, sweeping up the clouds and forming a tornado. All the bats were unable to fly away. Then the clouds condensed into the coldest ice particles, freezing the bats.
"Human, you cannot destroy me! This bit of ice cannot stop me!"
Banehollow's voice came from the swarm of bats. In fact, the Dreadlord was indeed very difficult to kill. Tichondrius had been severely injured so many times but had not been killed. Kael'thas's overall strength was definitely not inferior to Tichondrius, yet he still couldn't do anything to him when he was seriously injured.
Historically, very few Dreadlord have actually been killed and sent back to the Twisting Nether.
Kathra'natir wasn't considered one of the most powerful Dreadlord, yet Malfurion failed to kill him ten thousand years ago, and the Council of Tirisfal failed to completely eliminate him over two thousand years ago. Even now, he's still brewing a conspiracy somewhere in the world.
Banehollow may not be as powerful as Kathra'natir, who could rival the Legendary Undead " Meryl Winterstorm," but he is certainly not weak and has many ways to save his life.
He was severely injured by Jiang Jie on the main battlefield, but killing him would not be easy.
The frozen bats emitted a dense, malevolent energy and Shadow energy, easily melting the ice, and then continued to scatter and flee.
But at this moment, Jiang Jie put away his divine sword.