"Casanatir is determined to confront the Deceiver. He has gathered some of the most powerful Nathrezim lords in the Dread Council, and has also brought Mephistros and Anersalon who are loyal to the Deceiver.
Excluded from the decision-making circle.”
The elder sister of the eredar twins, Queen Saloras, who controls the shadows, said to her sister with a worried look:
"Archimund commanded an army to attack Azeroth, but he died in this world. This incident became a turning point. The Deceiver failed to take over the chaotic world of Mardun immediately, leading to the careerist Cassana
Tyr has spread his tentacles all over the world, and look at what he has done in Azeroth. There are almost no high-level demons loyal to the Deceiver in this world."
"Obviously, they were all "cleaned" by Cassanatil through various conspiracies."
High-level warlock Oreses looked through all the battle reports sent back to Argus from the world of Azeroth in recent years. After careful observation, she came to a bad conclusion:
"We were all deceived by the cunning Kasanatir. That bastard kept sending demons loyal to us to the front line, and then they were killed one by one by the native barbarians of Azeroth, while those who wavered on the wall
Pie, but able to preserve himself in the flirtatious cooperation with Cassanatil."
"What a pessimistic situation."
Queen Saloras moved her fingers thoughtfully, and said a little irritably:
"Now it seems that the Deceiver has completely lost control of Azeroth. This world has been regarded as their back garden by the Dreadlords, and the task of finding the Pillars of Creation was personally ordered by the Dark Titan.
Until those Dread Lords return the Pillar of Creation, we, not even the Deceiver himself, can interfere with the actions of those Dread Lords in this world."
"But my sister, they can't go on forever."
High-level sorcerer Olaise looked at the bright nail polish on her fingers and said softly:
"This world will eventually be destroyed by the Legion. There is no doubt about it. No matter what the Dread Lords are plotting in this world, they can only achieve nothing. As long as the Pillar of Creation is handed over, Nasre
The Zim's privileges in this world will be terminated, and the arrogant Cassanatil asked us to get back the last lost Pillar of Creation for him. This is actually an opportunity!"
"As long as we send the Shield of Aggramar directly back to Argus, as long as the Deceiver meets the Dark Titan in this way, and personally delivers the last Pillar of Creation to the Nasrezim, how can we deny it?"
A chilling light flashed in the beautiful eyes of this red-skinned Eredar demon:
"At that time, Cassanatil, hehe, we will definitely pay back tenfold for the humiliation he has done to us!"
"You think too simply, my sister."
Queen Saloras shook her head worriedly. The tall ereda hoof girl hugged her younger sister's shoulders, and she put her face behind Oreses's back. She said:
"What we can think of is that those fear demon kings will definitely send spies to follow us. I dare say that as soon as we get the Shield of Aggramar, there may be many daggers coming out of the darkness.
By stabbing our bodies, he is trying to squeeze out the last bit of usefulness from you and me. After we lose our usefulness, he will kill us without hesitation!"
"For the current plan, the most important thing is to contact the mentor as quickly as possible. With our two powers in Azeroth, it will be difficult for us to remove Aggramar without alarming the group of Nasrezim.
The shield is sent back to Argus. In this case, we must find a way to help our mentor eliminate the threat of these fear demons while protecting ourselves."
"If we can't go back, why don't we let the fraudster come over? Anyway, doesn't he also want to destroy the world with his own hands?"
"Well! What a great idea, my wise sister, let's do this!"
The eredar twins were thinking about self-protection and counterattack along the way, but until they actually reached the entrance to the Hades Abyss, the ruins of a black city that was already dilapidated and filled with the cold breath of death, they
Then I suddenly realized that they had overlooked a very important point.
That's how difficult it is to obtain the Shield of Aggramar itself!
Especially when they saw the Burning Legion's "liaison ambassador" stationed in the Hell Abyss.
"How did you get yourself into this?"
The purple-skinned Queen Saloras looked in surprise at the Dread Lord who appeared in front of them amid a flurry of flying bats. Mephistros, the third lord of Nasrezim who is still loyal to the Deceiver, this one has a beautiful blue color.
The Dread Lord, who has demon wings and wears gorgeous blue armor, has become a completely different person than he once was.
Its body has lost too much weight, like a young man who has been malnourished for a long time.
Only one of the originally beautiful devil horns on its head was left, and the other seemed to have been abruptly interrupted in a fierce battle.
Its blue Nasrezim Lord armor looks fine from a distance, but when you get closer, it is not difficult to find that the armor is covered with traces of swords, just like the armor worn by gladiators.
The worst thing is that there are several hideous claw marks on the cheeks of the Dread Lord Mephistros, which seriously damages the image of Mephistros. However, creatures like the Dread Lord are spiritual and body-in-one, and they have no
In the traditional sense, the difference between body and soul is that the scars on Mephistroth's body cannot be healed, which means that there are also wounds on its soul.
When he saw the eredar twins, a glimmer of light flashed in Mephistroth's cloudy eyes. This supposedly vicious and terrifying Dread Demon King seemed to have been abused for a long time, but when he saw the relatives who came to rescue him,
Likewise, its mouth twitched several times and said dryly:
"Why are you here?"
"I have sent dozens of messages to Argus asking for help. Why did you come here? I thought, I thought the Deceiver had given up on me and would leave me to fend for myself in the hell of Azeroth."
Seeing the miserable state of Mephistros, the once high-spirited third lord of Nasrezim, the high-level warlock Oreses frowned and asked:
"A request for help? What message for help? We didn't receive it at all! Also, we went to see Cassanatir, and he said that you have been responsible for retrieving the Shield of Aggramar. Didn't the legion have reached an agreement with Hela?
? How did you become like this?"
When he heard the name "Hela", Mephistros, a demon who specializes in bringing fear to others, actually trembled with fright. It looked at the Eredar Twins, held its head and screamed:
"No! No! Don't mention that crazy woman's name here! She is a lunatic! A complete sadist! She threw me into the hell arena and made me fight with her crazy dog! She pulled out my penis
The soul comes to torment me for fun! She pays back, she pays back! Ahhhh!”
Mephistros seemed to have remembered some unbearable memory. It screamed and took a few steps back. This nervous look frightened the Eredar twins. After more than ten seconds, the Dread Lord calmed down again. It was suspicious.
He looked around, and then said to the Ereda twins:
"Are you here to take over from me? Great! Great! I'm leaving now! I want to leave this damn world! Yes, I don't want to stay here for even one more minute! Yes, I leave this place to you.
, I’m leaving! Goodbye! I’m going to a hellish backwater, yes! No one can find me again! Let me go, please, let me go!”
"Calm down! Damn it! Calm down!"
Oreses threw a magic spell and hit Mephistros' body, forcing the slightly nervous Dread Lord to calm down. Queen Saloras took a step forward. She stared into Mephistros's eyes and scolded:
"You are a high-ranking commander of the Legion! What do you look like! Give me some dignity! You bastard! Now, tell me the truth! What happened in Azeroth? Why are you alone here? Anansei
Where’s Lung? I haven’t seen it in Suramar City either! So, where is it?”
"Anasalon"
This name caused a flash of fear in Mephistros' eyes. It looked at the Eredar Twins and said tremblingly:
"You guys, you've met Cassanatil, right?"
"Um!"
Queen Saloras nodded. She was waiting for Mephistros' explanation. The relationship between the fear devils in the Broken Islands made her feel very strange, especially now that she had met Mephistros, who was in such a miserable state.
This weird feeling was getting stronger and stronger, and she and her sister urgently needed to know the truth.
"Then did you see the skull cane in Cassanatir's hand?"
Mephistros lowered his head, and the body of the fear devil began to tremble again. It trembled and said:
"That cane is Casanatir, which was made from Anasealon's skull and spine. He tore apart Anesealon's bones in front of me. I can still hear its scream. God
Oh, my God! That is a demon among demons, and you were deceived by his disguise! That is no longer the original Kasanatil! Believe me, beneath the body of Nasrezim, what is hidden is
A monster! A real monster!"
"This is impossible!"
Mephistros' words made the Eredar twins scream at the same time. Oreses glared at the nonsense-talking Dread Lord in front of her and scolded:
"You are deceiving us! Nathrezim cannot kill each other. This is the shackles of your souls and flesh. It is the bottom line of all your dark tricks! You are lying! You bastard!"
"I didn't lie to you!"
Mephistros seemed to become manic again and screamed:
"Casanatir is crazy. I have seen him hiding in the dark and talking to himself more than once. He is talking to himself! Do you understand? He is crazy! Not only him, but other fear lords are the same.
! They are all crazy! Tichondrius! Balnazzar! They are all crazy! That kind of madness is like a virus, infecting everyone, allowing them to break through the shackles of flesh and soul!"
"They used a conspiracy to kill Deselok! Maybe the death of Mal'Ganis is also inseparable from them! There is also the dead body of Bain Holler! They murdered one after another and still remained conscious.
Srezim, they colluded with the mortals of Azeroth to trap Anersalon and then use its bones to create decorations! Each of them has the blood of their brethren on their hands! Everyone! They are crazy
!I am awake, I am the only one awake!”
This crazy third lord grabbed Queen Saloras's wrist tightly, and screamed loudly like a paranoid and crazy person:
"So I am hiding in the hell of the Hades Abyss in the name of the mission! They dare not come here! They may be afraid of Hela, or Hela may see through their disguise! Yes, it is safe here! Here is
The only safe place in Azeroth, hide here! Hide here and don't go out! Hela will only torture your soul and body, but those bastards, they will kill you!"
"They're going to kill you! Hahahaha, they're going to kill everyone! You and me and Kil'jaeden, yes! Kil'jaeden, that bastard, that bastard deserves to die while he lets me go to hell! Everyone.
Damn it! Hahahaha, the Lord of Death has waved the battle flag, and his undefeated army is gathering in hell. Everyone will die! Everyone he sees will die!"
Mephistros's eyes widened to the limit at this moment. It looked at the Eredar twins in front of it with unwavering eyes, and it let out a scream like a rooster's neck being cut off:
"He saw you! Hahaha, he is hiding in my soul, he is talking to me, he sees you through my eyes! You will die too! You two will die too! Hahaha
Ha ha!"
The weird sharp sound made the twins feel very uncomfortable. Queen Saloras waved her finger, and the thick shadows gathered into a warhammer behind Mephitus, and hit the crazy Dread Lord on the back of the head, smashing it.
Falling to the ground, Oreses squatted down and touched Mephistros' forehead with her fingers. After a moment, she shook her head at her sister:
"Its soul seemed to have been cut open with scissors, sewn back together, and then repeated a dozen times. It was obvious that someone was deliberately torturing it in this way. This poor guy had already gone crazy."
"It's so miserable."
Queen Saloras shook her head and said to the evil lord guarding behind her:
"Send this guy back to Marton, and ask our people to transfer it to the Fel Rift. It has served the Deceiver for so long, and it should have a decent ending. In addition, I told Agatha, if it ends up
If it can't recover, throw it into the soul crucible, and it's time for that thing to have its soul core replaced."
The expressionless Fel Lord accepted the order, stepped forward and easily carried the unconscious Mephistros on his shoulders, then turned and left without saying a word. After doing all this, Queen Saloras stood in front of her.
The sister next to me said:
"Mephistroth has been hiding in the Abyss of Hades. The injury to its soul is definitely related to Hela. It seems that the Queen of Hades is not an easy character to deal with. She lacks the awe of the power of the legion.
The agreement may be just a joke. The crazy words of madmen cannot be believed at all. Now it seems that we have to replace the Nasrezim to take over the recovery of the Shield of Aggramar again."
"No, sister."
Oreses looked at the Dread Lord being carried on the shoulders of the evil lord. A trace of doubt flashed through her eyes that were burning like flames:
"What if I mean, what if what the crazy Mephistros said is true? What if those nathrezim really became abnormal for some reason we don't know?"
"The truth of the world of Azeroth is indeed very mysterious."
