To use dark wisdom to persuade a lunatic to die is somewhat unacceptable.
But those are the moral standards of normal people, and naturally cannot be applied to warlocks. In fact, this group of spellcasters who play with evil energy have no so-called "moral standards" at all.
There is no night and day in the traditional sense in the Terror Scar Rift. The demons used their own methods to build a sky full of evil energy on the broken land, allowing the land exposed to the stars to maintain a high concentration of
Due to evil energy, ordinary people cannot survive here for even an hour, but for warlocks, this place is simply like heaven.
Caridus the Insect Whisperer had just taken a bath and changed his clothes. The rags he was originally wrapped in could not be called clothes at all. After eating and drinking, this poor guy who had been abused for hundreds of years
, sleeping in a warm and comfortable state for the first time, no need to worry about being awakened by terrible hunger, nor need to worry about being suddenly beaten up.
Because it has a group of new friends who are very powerful and are willing to vent their anger for it!
This ugly guy had a satisfied, silly smile on his face, as if all his demands in life had been met. That satisfied smile was so fulfilling that his face didn't look so ferocious.
.
Kalidus fell asleep and didn't think too much, but his "new friends" couldn't just sleep without caring. They came with a mission. If the mission couldn't be completed, follow Kel'Thuzad's instructions.
By doing so, they will never be able to sleep again for the rest of their lives.
Because of the emergence of the crazy insect whisperer, the originally set attack plan was naturally listed as the second choice, but now the four warlocks are worried about whether Kalidus, the insect whisperer, can complete what they need it to do.
matter.
"I don't doubt the determination of the Insect Whisperer. Its past cannot be faked. After being abused like that, no matter how cowardly the soul is, it will fight back, not to mention that it still has demon blood flowing in its body."
The human warlock Kanrisad played with his one-handed sword that exuded dark light. It was a priceless spell-casting weapon and a reward for his loyalty given by the great warlock. The black-haired warlock took a look and fell asleep.
The insect whisperer of Zhengxiang said with a gloomy look:
"I just simply doubt Kalidus' ability. It is weaker than the average insect whisperer. Any demon can press it to the ground and rub it. Moreover, it has purely mental problems, but its intelligence is nothing.
The problem is, it’s hard to say when it will turn around and realize that we are actually letting it die, and that would not be good.”
"So we need stronger controls."
A glimmer of light flashed in the beautiful eyes of the vicious high elf warlock Xin Feier. She threw a rune soul crystal used for bondage, contract and servitude on the makeshift table. The green crystal was beating strangely.
The other three people at the table all knew the meaning of Sinfield.
But knowing it doesn't mean they will follow Xin Feier's ideas and implement it.
"You want one of us to enslave Caridus?"
Ubeka glanced at Sinfer, who shook his head:
"It's not enslavement! Kalidus's mental state is very disordered. The spell to enslave demons is invalid for it. Moreover, it is an insect whisperer. Even if it is enslaved, it can untie itself, so we must use a deeper and more profound method.
Effective contract of means!"
"Turn this Insect Whisperer into someone's contracted devil, with a real soul connection, so you don't have to worry about it doing bad things."
Sinfer's suggestion made the three warlocks fall silent.
Enslaving demons and contracting demons sound very similar, but they are completely different methods.
To enslave a demon is to force the demon to become one's own soldier. No matter whether the demon is alive or dead, the warlock will not be affected. But relatively speaking, the demon in the enslaved state has no loyalty at all. As long as the enslavement spell is destroyed, those demons will not be affected.
He will immediately draw his sword and chop at the warlock himself.
But the contract is different.
The contract with the devil is when the warlock joins the souls of himself and the devil to form a symbiotic state. Because each other's souls are connected, the devil hurting the warlock is equivalent to hurting himself. In this state, the warlock and the devil share power and work together.
As they grow, the loyalty of both parties is very high. Demons often die in battle to protect the warlock, but demons never really die in this world, so they can be summoned again after a period of time.
But there is also a problem with the contract. The number of contract demons that a warlock's soul can carry is limited. Even Kel'Thuzad, who is extremely talented, cannot have unlimited contract demons. Therefore, for the warlocks, every number of contract demons in their souls is limited.
Every contract position is very important. Only the most talented and rarest demons will be contracted by high-level warlocks.
Sinfer's current proposal seems to be for the smooth progress of the mission, but in fact, it is also a vicious strategy used by this vicious high elf to attack his companions. After all, the resources in the Black Scythe Council are also limited, and others are weaker.
The benefits she can get are more.
Warlocks are just such a group of guys who like to fight among themselves.
Xin Feier's vicious thoughts were seen through by the other three people at a glance. The werewolf Xin Ning said gloomily:
"Do you think we are so stupid? Who can you hide your little thoughts from? People like you are really disgusting! Sinfir, no wonder Kel'Thuzad hates you."
"Each other, each other."
Xinfeier didn't care at all about the looks cast by her companions. She didn't care at all and said almost shamelessly:
"Everyone here knows the risk, but we must do it. Only the soul-connected contract can completely guarantee that Caridus will not betray him halfway, so let us skip the meaningless shirk process and go straight to
Let’s get to the point, who is going to take on this heavy mission?”
"Who can afford the risk of mission failure?"
Under the dim light of the Devil's Cave, the four warlocks looked at me and I looked at you. Finally, the other three people all turned their attention to Sinfer, but the cunning high elf covered his mouth and laughed softly:
"I'm sorry, I won't participate in your lottery ceremony. Don't forget, I picked up Caridus! I have made enough contributions to this task, and now it's your turn."
As soon as Xin Feier finished speaking, the werewolf warlock slapped two crystals shining brightly on the table, and he said in a deep throat voice unique to werewolves:
"The souls of two superior evil-veined Great Flame Demon larvae! This is the price I paid. Now I withdraw from this decision! Whoever chooses the lottery will be compensated with this thing!"
He looked at the necromancer Ubeka and the human warlock Kanrisad, and he let out a weird laugh:
"Now, master and disciple, you two can decide for yourself."
After saying that, the werewolf warlock stood aside and became the second member of the crowd, while Kanrisade and Ubeka looked into each other's eyes.
When Ubeka, who had just become an undead, was brought back to the Black Scythe Council by Kel'Thuzad because of her amazing talent, the great warlock appointed Kanrisad to be Ubeka's mentor, and Kanrisad's order to the great warlock
There wasn't much conflict, and the two of them got along pretty well, but a good relationship was a good relationship, and the current situation, which was about the future, no longer allowed them to be emotional.
However, the actions of the werewolf Xin Ning gave Kanrisade hope. Although Ubeka's strength has improved rapidly, she has only been a warlock for a short time, and she does not have anything valuable that she can take advantage of, and Kanrisade
However, De has some "good goods" in his hands, and as a mentor, Kanrisade knows very well what Ubeka needs most now.
After a few seconds of confrontation, the human warlock looked pained and took out a beautifully decorated book from his storage ring. It was made of the skin of some kind of beast, with seals engraved on the metal frame.
There are complex and complicated magic patterns on the cover of the book, and there is also a constantly moving eyeball of a high-level beholder, which looks particularly evil.
"This is what I originally planned to keep for myself."
Kanrisade stroked the cover of the book and said to Ubeka:
"Every warlock should have his own copy of the grimoire. This is the basis for further progress. My disciple, I'm giving it to you now. You're welcome. Just accept it."
Looking at the blank grimoire in Kanrezad's hand, a trace of desire flashed in the eyes of the necromancer Ubeka, but then came a trace of resentment.
She knew very well how precious Kanrisade's grimoire was. It was a variety of precious materials that she couldn't collect in a short period of time because she was short of money. It was indeed what she needed most. With the help of the grimoire,
She will soon be promoted to the ranks of true master warlocks.
Selling the future for immediate benefits is short-sighted, but in fact, if you can't guarantee the present, you have no right to talk about the future.
This is what a qualified warlock must understand!
The future is too far away, focus on the present!
Therefore, after weighing it for a moment, Ubeka took the grimoire from Kanrisade's hand with a gloomy look on her face. She gritted her teeth and said:
"Put away your hypocritical expression. It really makes me feel sick. Okay, okay, I will contract Kalidus, but remember! You all owe Canrisad, Xinning and Xinfeier
Me once!"
"These coordinates seem to be a little different from the ones I gave you."
In the bridge of the Fel Hammer spacecraft, Demon Hunter Illidan sensed the coordinates entered by the Arch Warlock into the Fel Stargate prototype. He asked with some confusion:
"Why not use the original phase coordinates? Can't you believe me?"
"It's not that I can't believe it, brother Illidan."
The Grand Warlock inputs the obscure phase coordinates into the prototype machine, and then inserts the Destruction Scepter, which is specialized in tearing apart space, into the depression of the prototype machine. With a low buzz, this machine can tear apart space and send warriors into the stars.
The machine started running.
In the blooming dark green light, Kel'Thuzad whispered:
"I just slightly improved the coordinates you brought to make them more accurate. These coordinates will send your spaceship to the edge of the Dreadscar Rift. My warlocks told me that there is a desolate valley, where
Logging in can reduce the probability of being noticed by the demons."
"And compared to this machine, I think what you should worry about now is that your new recruits are indeed capable of killing demons, but the problem is that they have never fought among the stars."
"Don't worry about my hunters!"
Illidan retorted:
"They killed more demons than you have ever seen. Besides, my demon hunters have no experience. Do your dark reapers have experience? You are not a being crawling on the ground. You have also never entered.
Stars!”
"Tsk, tsk, you are really merciless in what you say."
The Grand Warlock snorted and turned his head, looking at the nearly a thousand Dark Reapers standing on the bridge of the Fel Maul. These official warlocks of the Black Scythe Council were killed by Kel'Thuzad last night.
The order has gathered, and their composition is extremely complex, including almost every race that currently exists in the world of Azeroth.
Even the quilboar warlock has one
The short dwarf and the tall tauren stood together very inconsistently. The chubby pandas and the slender Nightborne elves stood together, which was also very inconsistent. Although they were wearing uniform black robes, they looked like a group.
A miscellaneous army, the gloom and cunning that comes with the Warlock profession make these guys look like warriors, but Kel'Thuzad believes that the star war that is about to begin will determine who can stay and who should be eliminated.
Lose.
War is like a whetstone, the best way to test a weapon. If you survive it, it will become sharper. If you cannot survive it, the end will be very, very miserable.
Next to the Dark Reapers, stood a larger army of Demon Hunters.
Illidan is a real man of action. Once he decides to participate in the warlocks' war, he will go all out. Currently, almost all the recruits in the training camp at Mount Hyjal are here. Compared with the motley army of the Black Sickle Council,
The demon hunters' military appearance is now much more uniform.
They are all elves. Although there are night elves, high elves, night fallen elves, Sindra elves and other branches, they are all about the same height, short, fat and thin. They uniformly wear combat leather armor with black or red cloth strips to cover it.
Eyes, moon blade-like war blades on their backs, no one speaking, cruel and efficient training, gave these demon hunters a fierce aura.
This is a legion that exists only to destroy demons! The most terrifying legion!
But Illidan's inner thoughts are similar to Kel'Thuzad's
Whether a soldier is excellent or not, other than the tests brought about by war, all other judgments are unreasonable.
The upcoming war in the Dreadscar Rift will help Illidan temper his Illidari into sharper and deadly steel swords, while those weak will be quickly washed away by the cruel war and become victims of the rise of the Illidari.
For victory, this sacrifice is necessary!
"Be prepared!"
Amid the screams of the dwarf warlock, a dark green beam of light quickly ejected from the energy emission port of the prototype, and then like a dazzling light curtain, completely enveloped the entire Fel Hammer, which had barely restored its flight function.
The dark warriors of Azeroth are already standing in front of the gate of the new world. They only need to touch it lightly, and a new world, a new battlefield for them to gallop, will suddenly open in front of their eyes.
