The high knight was rudely pushed into an empty stable outside the quiet night of the monastery. In the dim shadows, he could see five figures standing around him. They were all well-dressed human nobles, but
Only the same kind can clearly see the disguise of the same kind, and only the same kind can smell the scent of the same kind. The Great Knight can be sure that none of the five people standing here is a pure human being.
Like him, they are pretenders.
"Who are you!"
A hoarse voice sounded in the darkness. The voice was very familiar to the Grand Knight. In his memory, that voice was very disgusting, so he reached out and patted the non-existent dust on his clothes, and answered with a voice.
explain:
"Are you blind? Varimathras, can't you recognize me? You disgusting lackey of the usurper! Tichondrius took my place and then erased everything about me.
? You juniors with no etiquette at all, you should bow to me!"
"Oh? Why?"
Another sneaky voice sounded, and he looked at the great knight with a malicious look:
"Why didn't I know that there is another compatriot of ours in Azeroth?"
"If you can't speak, don't speak, Mal'Ganis!"
The great knight cursed in a low voice:
"Back then, you wanted to kneel at my feet and lick my shoes. Look at you now. Have you gained the confidence to face me directly by following your new master? Do you know that I can tear you to pieces in just one second?
Cowardly and incompetent fool!"
"Oh, look at our guest, he is too irritable. Brothers, should we teach him what "the times have changed" means?"
A tall figure approached the big knight, his eyes shone with chaotic light. He waved his hand, and the moment he waved it down, the arm turned into a black bloody claw, grabbing hard at the big knight, but the latter
He just laughed disdainfully, and in the flash of dark light, the pretender who took the initiative was easily stepped on by him.
He struggled, but under the powerful power of the former leader of the Fear Council, he was as unable to break free as an ant.
"Deserok, the weakest Lord Nasrezim..."
The knight's eyes were shining with blood-red light, and he looked like a real villain. His strange eyes swept across the people in front of him, and he roared in a low voice:
"You should know your identity... You are not worthy of talking to me. Let Tichondrius or Anathelon come to see me! If they don't have time... Haha, the cowardly third lord Mephisto
That’s fine too.”
"Let it go! Cassanatil! It didn't mean to anger you."
The last silent figure spoke slowly. It was different from other disguised Dread Lords. It looked very steady, and there was no trace of violence in its words.
This voice also made the knight blink. After a moment, he asked with some confusion:
"Bernholler? My friend, why are you involved in this muddy water?"
"Because times have changed, Cassanatil, and our time is over."
Demon King Bernholler walked out of the darkness. He pretended to be an old nobleman, and his temperament matched his appearance very well. Maybe Bernholler was not an important role in the Council of Fear Lords, but
That is now... Hundreds of years ago, when the Dreadlord Council was still controlled by Cassanatir, Bainholler was his chief think tank. This was a gloomy Dreadlord, a man who carried out dark thinking to the extreme.
The conspirator.
He is also a veteran conspiracy mastermind, but after Cassanatir disappeared in the world of Azeroth, Tichondrius, now the first lord of Nasrezim and loyal to the Deceiver, took power, and Bain Holler
I can only stand aside.
But to be honest, among the Nasrezim group, there are still many people who miss the time when Kasanatil commanded them. At that time, the Nasrezim were not the vassals of any big demon, they were independent
A force that exists within the Burning Legion is making waves in countless worlds without looking at anyone's eyes. However, it is a pity that the original first lord Cassanatil brought the most dangerous magic blade "Apocalypse" to the Legion.
A serious threat to his inner circle disappeared in the world called Azeroth, bringing this beautiful era to an end.
Many Dread Lords believe that Cassanatir is not dead. The reason is very simple. The Dread Lord's body and soul are one. If it died, its soul would definitely be reborn in the Twisting Nether. But no, hundreds of years have passed, and there is still no Cass.
The news about Natir has led some conspirators to believe that the scheming Dreadlord is probably hiding in Azeroth and plotting some shocking secrets.
But what about actually?
When the Dread Lords were sent into Azeroth for reconnaissance as the vanguard scouts of Marton's demon army, they searched almost all the civilizations of the world, but could not find anything related to Kasana Tiel.
It seemed to have really disappeared until recently... Just when the "Vanguard Army" carefully prepared by the Deceiver, the undead scourge of Northrend in the North was about to set off to open the portal for the legion, Kasana Tiel strangely
appeared.
Being stuck at this point in time, anyone with a brain would be suspicious, let alone the Nasrezim who are full of intrigues and intrigues?
This is a test and identity confirmation. Of course, Tichondrius, the first lord hiding in the North, also gave his subordinates another task... If Cassanatil is already weak, then kill him
it!
But now, looking at Deselok who was easily stepped on by Cassanatil, all the Dread Lords knew that not only was the former first lord back, but he was also returning with more power than before.
At this moment, an idea emerged in the minds of all the Dread Lords... The Deceiver's most loyal henchman, the First Lord Tichondrius, had a rival.
"Times have changed? Haha, I knew that once I disappeared, those bastards Tichondrius and Anathelon would be eager to take away my throne, but that doesn't matter... let them
Go ahead."
The great knight released his left foot, and the struggling Dread Lord Deselok got up with difficulty. He returned to his companions without saying a word, and looked at the compatriots from the previous era in front of him with sinister eyes, but he did not dare to come back.
Provoking, knowing that you can't beat someone, but then sending your face to someone else for a second time to beat someone else, that's not the Dreadlord's style.
"Even if you don't show up, I will go find you."
The knight snorted, looked around, took out a cigar from his waist, reached out and lit it with black flames, and slowly exhaled in the mellow smoke.
"You must be curious about what I have done in the past few hundred years? It is very simple. I have traveled to every corner of the world for our only and supreme master. All the secrets of this world are stored in my mind, including
I have seen your actions and all your plans in Northrend... You are also curious about why I didn't show up to meet you when you followed the ice falling into Northrend?"
"hehe"
The great knight sneered:
"It's simple, because I don't want to be anyone's lackey. Nasrezim shouldn't be anyone's vassal. The Deceiver, I admit that he is very powerful, but so what? As long as we complete the destruction of Azeroth alone
, the supreme dark titan will see that... nothing can be hidden from him, and he will know that while the polluters and fraudsters are fighting among themselves for power and profit, there is still a loyal force serving his great cause.
, that’s us!”
"The Legion's biggest enemy is the void. You know it better than anyone else. Archimonde and Kil'jaeden have mistaken the goal... Destroying Azeroth is only a means, not an end. When it comes to the impact on the void,
Understand, is there anyone stronger than Nasrezim? No more! Fools, you have abandoned your greatest advantage and become a dog for the deceiver. What benefit has he given you?"
"Did he give you an extra bone because of your begging?"
Kasanatil's sarcasm made the five Dread Lords in front of him say nothing, but in fact they were unable to refute even if they wanted to. Before this invasion, Archimonde the Defiler arrogantly humiliated Tic
Dios, many people know about this, but in the era when Cassanatil single-handedly controlled the Legion's intelligence organization, who would dare to do this?
You have to know that for a military organization like the Legion that fights across galaxies, it only takes one mistake in coordinates to completely annihilate millions of demons...
Admittedly, this is indeed because in the past few hundred years, the Defilers and Deceivers have controlled more and more military power, especially after they corrupted the star soul of Argus for the Dark Titan and found a way to corrupt the Titan's soul.
After that, the reason why his status became more and more noble, but on the other hand, is this not the reason why Nasrezim himself failed to live up to his expectations?
As a leader, you can be greedy, tyrannical, and arrogant, but you must not lack the backbone and responsibility to be responsible for the people. As a leader, you are begging for mercy from others. How can you make the people's waist harder?
?
From this point of view, Tichondrius is indeed not a qualified leader.
After Cassanatir's sarcasm ended, Demon King Bernholler asked in a questioning tone:
"It's not that I don't believe you, old friend, but if you want to convince us, you have to let me see hope... Do you understand what I mean? Tichondrius has driven the undead natural disaster to prepare to attack the eastern continent, for the legion's
The invasion opens the door. We can't just rely on two beautiful words and abandon such a big thing and follow you all the way to the dark side... It's impossible!"
"You want evidence? OK, I'll give it to you!"
The Grand Knight's fingers waved in the dark air. After a moment, a heavy book was thrown to the other Dread Lords. It was a handwritten codex written by the Guardian Medivh. Some of the records in it were used by the Grand Knight.
The red mark is marked.
"The soul of Lord Sargeras once resided in this world. He discovered many secrets hidden in this world, but unfortunately, he did not have much time to discover them. After hundreds of years of surveying by me, some of them are very important to the darkness.
The Titan cause is very helpful... As you know, he has been searching the stars for the souls of escaped Titans, and we can help him!"
"Pillars of Creation?"
Demon King Bernholler's eyes widened and he asked softly:
"Do these things have anything to do with Titans?"
"Of course! These are the items they used when shaping the ecological environment of Azeroth. Each one is related to their souls. As long as you find these five pillars of creation, you can easily find the Titans among the stars.
The position of the soul... Think about it, my compatriots, is it important that a cause is destined to be destroyed, and you can only get a negligible reward from the destruction? Or is it that we alone can find the hiding place of the Dark Titan's biggest enemy?
More important?"
Cassanatil smiled darkly, flicked the burned out cigar with his fingers, threw it to the ground, and then stamped out the cigarette butts on the ground:
"Of course, I won't ask you to give up your mission. In fact, I will help you... Tichondrius hopes to use the magic of the magical city of Dalaran to tear apart space, but that is too slow.
How much magic power can the mortal city provide? That can only allow polluters to pass alone, but as long as you agree to do this big thing with me, I will tell you a secret."
"Haha, a secret that allows the legion to project most of its military power into the world in an instant! That is also the news I got from hiding for hundreds of years, and it is the news you are most eager to know."
"I will reorganize the Dread Council, and I will kick away the cowardly Tichondrius, and I will send the cunning Anasseron to hell, as well as the arrogant Defiler, who has humiliated you, but you have not continued to
If you don’t dare to resist, if you don’t dare, then let me do it. I know that there are many forces in this world who want to kill him! The best thing is that this will have nothing to do with us. After he fails,
At the same time, we will win!"
"And once Archimonde dies, the highest position will be vacant..."
The great knight took a step back, hiding his figure in the darkness, and said in a seductive voice:
"The time is coming when the Nathrezim will regain the dignity of their existence in the Burning Legion, and such a great cause will be started by me personally. We will return to the glorious era, and we will no longer have to look at anyone's face to act.
...We will be great again!”
"I've finished my words... Now, who is in favor? Who is against?"
