Cassanatir was unwilling to explain where he had been for hundreds of years.
The Nasrezim were very suspicious that it was a very shameful history, especially the disappearance of the magic blade "Apocalypse" that he carried with him as proof of the power of the Dread Council, which seemed to confirm this.
But no one bothered to expose Cassanatier's shameful past...no one with any sense would do that.
However, the Dread Lords are suspicious. Although Cassanatil outlined an almost perfect future for them and provided evidence, it does not mean that the Dread Lords will trust him.
"Buzz"
Dark magic was floating vaguely in the darkness of the most sacred monastery in Lordaeron. It was a small fragment cut from the soul, entwined with a dark and strange halo. This fragment was turned over and over by the five Dreadlord Lords.
After more than ten minutes of testing, they finally confirmed Cassanatil's identity.
Nathrezim are unique individuals. These demons were born in the deepest twisted void and their bodies and souls are one. They have no distinction between body and soul in the traditional sense. This means that the Dread Lord is based on the soul.
For existing entities, it is very simple to identify their identities. You only need to detect the soul.
"Has the test been completed? Can you confirm that I am your former lord and not a weak human soul pretending to be you?"
Cassanatil sat on the railing of the stable very disdainfully and without grace, and mocked his own people in a strange voice:
"Hundreds of years have passed. Human beings have learned to use detection magic to detect opponents, but you are still using this antique blood test. What has Tichondrius done in the past few hundred years? Take away my original courage.
Have all the fellow explorers turned into a bunch of xxx who only know how to xxx?”
"That's a very inelegant choice of words, and your temper remains the same, my friend."
Demon King Bernholler stepped forward and handed the soul fragment back to Cassanatir. He narrowed his eyes and said:
"You have to understand that this is a troubled time. The Legion is about to invade this world. The Defilers also know their temper. If something goes wrong... we will suffer."
"Who is Archimonde? A brainless fool!"
Cassanatil said disdainfully:
"It is said that he was once the dean of the Draenei Mage Academy. Look at him now. He has probably not used his brain for thousands of years and has degenerated into a primitive man. Look, Ben Holler, this time he will
You will suffer a big loss for your arrogance, hey, you all underestimated the undead in southern Xinjiang, and I have observed them very close... you will be shocked by them."
"Okay, stop being so pretentious, Cassanatil."
The Dread Lord Varimathras stepped forward and said impatiently:
"Everyone has signed the soul contract. We are on the same ship now. Let's talk about the secret you hid, the portal about the Legion invasion, and the interesting Pillars of Creation."
"Ahem"
Cassanatil waved his hand and asked everyone to come closer. He cleared his throat and then whispered:
"In the last war of order destruction carried out by the Deceiver, the orc warlock who was manipulated and rebelled by him, Gul'dan, died. I was observing everything from a distance... There was one thing
Something left over from when the Dark Titan entered this world, a magical weapon specially used to break through the space walls of various worlds... The Scepter of Sargeras, have you not forgotten it?"
"Of course I haven't forgotten it, but that thing disappeared after the undead from southern Xinjiang invaded Karazhan."
Malganis looked at his chin and said with a gloomy look:
"Just a few months ago, I was sent by Tichondrius to find it, and I was almost captured on the spot by a powerful lich. It was really unlucky."
"Oh my God, are all your brains just decorations?"
Cassanatir hates the fact that iron cannot become steel and curses:
"You will do whatever Tichondrius tells you to do? Are you crazy? With such an important thing, do you think the undead will allow it to continue to be stored in Azeroth? Don't forget, the leader of the undead in southern Xinjiang
, Tyrion. Dawnblade defeated Kazak in Draenor. He seems to be a prophet-like character. He knows exactly what this scepter will bring and will definitely store it in the safest place.
.Yes, I’m talking about the Black Temple in the world of Draenor...Don’t tell me, you didn’t even find out about this news?”
"Ahem"
Varimathras looked a little strange. He coughed twice and said:
"Of course we know that place is called the Dark Temple, but the Dark Door is blocked by the undead..."
"Aha!"
Kasanatil interrupted Varimathras's argument with a sarcastic voice. He looked at his compatriot with a look that looked at a weakling:
"Don't tell me that you can't even get through such a blockade! You really embarrass the glorious Nasrezim! Maybe I should get rid of you here to prevent you from stepping into the trap because of your stupidity in the future.
..”
"Of course we can!"
Varimathras was a little annoyed by the former First Lord's continuous taunts, and he shouted loudly:
"It's just that we have been operating in the North! Tichondrius wants us to hide ourselves to avoid being discovered."
"Keep your voice down, idiot! There are at least three great knights in this monastery who can purify you!"
Cassanatil cursed, his sinister eyes swept over the people in front of him, and he whispered:
"Use your brains more! You are the Dreadlords, not the Lords of the Abyss who only have muscles. Now, listen to me... I know that it is too difficult for you to go to the Black Temple to steal the Scepter of Sargeras, so I will do it.
!But while I am taking risks, you must also shoulder your own responsibilities and open several portals at the same time throughout the world. We also need the Book of Medivh, which records the magic nodes of the entire world!"
"The Book of Medivh is also missing."
Mal'Ganis whispered: "Humans hid it in a place we don't know. As far as I know, only the six-member council of Dalaran knows about that place..."
"If everyone knows, what else do you need to do? I'm begging you, Mal'Ganis, please stop showing off your poor IQ, okay?"
Kasana'tir silenced Mal'Ganis with a sharp taunt, and he rolled his eyes:
"Besides the six-person council, there is someone who knows... Of course, that's me! The omnipresent "Hidden One" Cassanatil, I have already said that this world does not have many secrets to me.
.The book is stored in the prison of Tol Barad, and is guarded by a summoned mana terror. That thing is very dangerous, so I need two people to cooperate to steal it..."
The former First Lord's eyes were wandering over the Dread Lords in front of him, as if he were selecting warriors. After a moment, he flicked his fingers and said to the two Dread Lords being pointed at:
"Mal'Ganis, you go with Bernholler! If necessary, you must be prepared to be exposed and flee."
Bernholler accepted his task with an unchanging expression. This fear devil has seen strong winds and waves, and is more trustworthy than the rough juniors around him. Malganis was somewhat reluctant, but faced with
Cassanatil came back strong, but he did not dare to raise objections.
To be honest, this returning first lord is much harder to talk to than the current lord Tichondrius, but it is this omniscient strength that makes the surrounding fear devils feel that Tichondrius cannot bring him anything.
Their peace of mind.
No matter how cunning a race is, it needs a wise and submissive leader. Only the most cunning and ruthless one can become the first lord of the Dread Lord. This is reflected in Tichdio, who is cunning in nature but lacks responsibility and is willing to obey the deceiver.
Si can't do it.
"The last thing is a powerful magic source. As I said, even if the entire Dalaran is drained, how big a portal can be opened?"
Cassanatil's fingers supported his chin, a cunning light flashed in his eyes:
"We need more powerful sources of magic. I found two. One is Nordrassil, the world tree of the night elves in Kalimdor. That tree grows in a miniature Well of Eternity. It has magic power.
It can destroy an entire continent in an instant, but it is a bit difficult to obtain, so we have a backup option... The Sunwell in Quel'Thalas is also based on the principles of the Well of Eternity. Three
With these things combined, we don't need any undead natural disasters at all to open a portal that can accommodate the entire legion to pass through."
"Varimathras and Deserok, you two go back to the North, appease Tichondrius, don't let him know all this, that bastard will pay for his cowardice, I swear to you! A better one
The time is coming!"
Cassanatil stood up, rubbed his hands, and said to the other Dread Lords:
"After you finish all this, and after the Legion comes to this world, we will start the second phase, looking for what we need under the chaos."
The Dread Lords had nothing to say about this arrangement. On the one hand, Cassanatil took the initiative to take on the most dangerous task very responsibly. On the other hand, their cunning wisdom was enough to distinguish that even if Cassanatil
If their arrangement fails, they will not suffer any losses if they hide in the darkness.
This didn't require thinking at all. The next moment, the Dread Lords nodded in agreement, and then left the dim stable one after another.
When only Cassanatil and Bernholler were left, the old fear lord from the previous era asked in a low voice:
"Casanatir, you have returned wiser and crazier this time. Tell me honestly, what are you planning?"
"Didn't I already tell you everything?"
The great knight said with a serious face:
"A new era, the era of Nasrezim."
"Come on, you can fool these juniors, but you can't fool me!"
Bernholler sneered and looked at the great knight with bright eyes:
"I have worked with you for hundreds of years, and I know that in your hands, the end of one conspiracy means the beginning of another conspiracy. You have been hiding in this world for hundreds of years, and you must have not only found these things, but
Tell me so I can trust you."
"Well, you are indeed the most difficult one to deal with."
A hint of gloom flashed in the great knight's eyes, and he said softly:
"I want to kill him, and use the power of this world to kill Archimonde. In this world, I will let him crush his bones and bury him completely in this world. Only the vacant position at the top is worthy of our throwing our heads.
Hot Blood, his and Deceiver's positions should belong to me...Bernholler, we are the first people to serve the Dark Titan, why should we let two latecomers sit on our heads?"
"I want to do things that Tichondrius has never thought about. I want to use this method to prove that Nasrezim is the most reliable power of the Dark Titan! You... you will help me
?”
Bernholler seemed to be stunned by this crazy statement, but a few minutes later, he burst into hearty laughter:
"Hahahaha, very good, very good! You are still the unruly first lord hundreds of years ago... Time has not changed you, nor has it changed your hatred of polluters and fraudsters. Of course I am willing to help
If you... become a legend, you should start by killing the legend!"
"certainly!"
A glimmer of light flashed in the great knight's eyes, and he whispered:
"It will be a new era, a...better era, it has to be!"
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In the secret room below the destroyed Holy Light Cathedral in Stormwind City, Tyrion sat here quietly. In front of him was a dark gem suspended in the air. What was he waiting for, along with the little one in his arms?
The cats seemed to feel the inner anxiety of the King of the Dead.
"bite"
There was a soft sound, causing Tyrion to open his eyes. On the dark gem in front of him, a strange text flashed past. The Dark Blade King's eyes narrowed again. After a moment, he stood up and quietly
The sound retreated into the darkness.
"The treasure has been obtained and the forging is about to begin."
"Inform Myra to open the entrance to the Molten Core and let the warriors from the Black Iron Zone gather... It's time to deal with everything left by Ragnaros. By the way, tell my little Dornan, take her
New friends, come to Azeroth, her old father needs her power."
