Last night, Hammerfall welcomed an uninvited guest late at night.
After one night, there wasn't a single living person left in the huge town.
The living are dead, the dead are resurrected, and the former Orcs Warchief has been awakened by an evil ritual, gaining a completely new identity.
The Orcs followed their Warchief in life and continued to follow Warchief in death, except that their Warchief now had a despicable Lich master: Kel'Thuzad.
Thousands of Orcs Undead poured out, heading for Go'Shek Farm —where hundreds of Orcs were stationed and working, and they would be the fresh blood the Scourge desperately needed.
Perhaps in a day, perhaps in two days, or at most three to five days, all the Orcs in the entire Arathi Highlands will cease to exist, and the eastern rulers of this highlands will become Undead.
Then they will continue westward, capturing Dabyrie's Farmstead and Refuge Pointe, and marching towards Stromgarde to complete the mission they failed to finish three days ago.
Kel'Thuzad believed that although the process was somewhat convoluted, the outcome would be the same.
Somewhere in Stromgarde, the long-dormant Syndicate leader, " Duke Falconcrest," issued an order to remain in hiding. No Syndicate member was to reveal their identity; their time had not yet come, their opportunity had not yet arrived, and comrades still needed to strive.
People rushed into their homes or the nearest houses and shops, closing doors and windows, leaving only a small crack in the window. Men grabbed kitchen knives and machetes as weapons, while women clung tightly to their children. Stromgarde had always been chaotic, but never as chaotic as it was now; everyone was filled with fear, anxiety, and panic.
Slaughter rages outside. Assassins from the Ravenholdt Manor and the Assassins of Lordaeron Assassin Corps are fighting those who have been Dreadlord. But the final showdown to determine who will be the master of Stromgarde will be the duel in front of the palace.
The Arathor Cavalry were too powerful; a single Charge completely decimated the Stromgarde guards.
Upon witnessing His Majesty the King transform into Dreadlord, the guards who had not yet been controlled turned against him. The valiant Stromgarde people were fearless in the face of death; even the most terrifying demon could not frighten them, but instead only fueled their fighting spirit.
The situation changed drastically in an instant; Detheroc completely lost power and was even in danger of protecting himself.
He was simultaneously facing attacks from Jiang Jie and King Thoradin, with Nightbane and Shadow Phoenix circling overhead.
Needless to say, Jiang Jie was fully capable of confronting him head-on. He had already heard about Balnazzar being kicked back into the Twisting Nether and was somewhat afraid of this Legendary marquis.
After obtaining the Greatsword of Apocalypse, King Thoradin, like Prince Arthas before him, underwent a dramatic transformation in strength. He went from an experienced combat master to a Legendary Death Knight, and his ability in direct combat is probably comparable to Arthas'.
If Arthas could kill Mal'Ganis with a single sword strike, then King Thoradin was equally capable of dealing with Detheroc, although in reality, Detheroc was stronger than Mal'Ganis.
But how much stronger can it really be?
Given the current situation, even if Tichondrius were to arrive, the outcome would likely be poor, and he would probably have to flee in disarray. Moreover, Detheroc is not Tichondrius; he is far inferior to him.
"You lowly insects! Do you really think you've won? No, I am the victor!"
Detheroc was covered in wounds. One of his wings had been severed by the divine sword Strom'kar, and the other had been pierced by the demonic sword Apocalypse and set ablaze by the phoenix fire, emitting the aroma of roasted meat. This reminded Jiang Jie of the first meal he ate after arriving in this world, one of which was called "Crispy Bat Wings," said to be Master Romel's specialty.
Isn't the Dreadlord just a giant bat?
But who is Romel?
Jiang Jie worked for three days and three nights straight without a moment's rest.
The Black Tortoise Longevity Art allowed Jiang Jie to maintain excellent energy and spirit, but after three days and three nights without food, he was genuinely hungry. Smelling the aroma of roasted meat, Jiang Jie involuntarily swallowed.
The voice was heard by Detheroc, whose hearing was exceptional. Her delicate body trembled. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Who exactly is this Legendary marquis? Does he intend to devour me?"
Where did you come from? How come you dare to eat anything?
Detheroc was prepared to run away, but he still held onto a sliver of hope that the long-lurking " Duke Falconcrest " might seize this opportunity to cooperate with him and eliminate Marquis Nicholas and King Thoradin. Who knew that the Syndicate had not made a move? He couldn't help but sigh: Human hearts are truly complicated. That cowardly duke actually backed down and dared not make a move!
Detheroc could no longer hold back. Despite his injured claws, he blocked the Demon Sword Apocalypse and was about to transform into a swarm of bats to escape.
Of course, before fleeing, the Burning Legion customarily utters a harsh threat, and Detheroc was no exception. So, after letting out a Psychic Scream, a voice filled with maniacal laughter and mockery rang out:
"You'll never know how many people I still control, how many demons still lurk! You'll never know how many in Stromgarde have joined the Burning Legion! You'll never know how many enemies are hiding in this city! Haha, I'll be back, I'm leaving... uh!"
Hundreds of bats scattered in all directions.
Detheroc had heard how Balnazzar died. It turned out that someone had set up a barrier beforehand, preventing the bats from escaping. Phoenix Flames filled the barrier, and with the burning Holy Light of the Ashbringer, all the bats were wiped out, and Balnazzar was kicked back into the Twisting Nether.
This isn't a confined space, and there's no trace of any magical barrier. Ashbringer isn't here either, so who can stop him from escaping?
As long as one bat escapes, he will not die. With just a period of recuperation, he can regain his current strength and continue to lure and entice, bewitching the world.
However, the next moment, a Gnomes Archmage appeared on the top of the palace and used " Mage Hand " to throw a large iron ball, the size of a basketball, into the sky, where it exploded.
Immediately afterwards, a net appeared in the sky, a giant net that stretched to the heavens, completely covering all the bats.
How is that possible?
How could there be such a massive net, and not just any ordinary silk thread, but mithril thread? Who would bother weaving such a net?
The mithril netting was extremely sturdy, with a dense mesh, so the small bats couldn't break through and were all caught in it.
That's not all.
Then, to Detheroc's horror, he discovered that the mithril net was not empty; there were a dozen or so fist-sized spheres connected to the net by mithril threads, which were now mixed in with the bats as the net closed.
An overwhelming sense of fear gripped my heart.
"No!"
Detheroc immediately tried to revert to his Dreadlord, tear through the giant net, and escape, but it was too late.
boom!
A series of explosions rang out, and the Devastation power destroyed everything in the sky. The giant mithril net, along with the swarm of bats within it, was completely destroyed by a force powerful enough to raze a royal palace to the ground, ultimately turning into pure black mist.
The Shadow Phoenix flew through the black mist, and the black mist completely disappeared, devoured by it.
Detheroc, the second Dreadlord on the Lordaeron, was kicked back into the Twisting Nether!