The angry voice of Tichondrius echoed in the ruins of the completely destroyed Sunwell. In front of the Dread Lord, the majestic Sunwell complex was left with only ruins burned by fire, and among the ruins, a tree
The giant tree that was set on fire was burning fiercely. Judging from its size, it would probably take several days to completely burn out.
But this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that after the Dread Lord painstakingly destroyed many barrier rune stones and saw that natural disasters had occupied most of Silvermoon City, it thought it had a chance to win, but when it arrived at Quel'dan
When he arrived at Nass Island, it was as if he had been hit in the head with a stick. The ruins of the Sunwell in front of him, which had no magic response, almost gave it a clear message:
The most valuable loot on Quel'Thalas, the most important result of launching this raid, was just destroyed.
It was the one who snatched this job from the Dread Lord under his command, and the one who promised others that he would take down the Sunwell. It was also the one who planned to use a great victory to intimidate that weird compatriot, but now, all of this has come to nothing.
Tichondrius could almost imagine how it would be ridiculed by those cunning compatriots after the news of this failure was spread back to the North. Even the suppressed Cassanatil would take the opportunity to attack.
How does this make Tichondrius not angry?
It turned its head and stared at the quiet Vrykul general standing behind it with its gloomy eyes. It asked sharply:
"Ner'zhul, what on earth is going on?"
The fully armed Vrykul general opened his eyes, and there was only deathly silence in those gray eyes. It was obvious that this was a carrier, a temporary carrier that carried the will of the Lich King. Facing the fear of anger
The first lord of the demon king, the Lich King, did not panic. He looked at the burning ruins in front of him and said softly:
"Obviously, there is a third party in this raid that we have not discovered... Judging from this method, it should be the night elves who are entrenched in Kalimdor and have been watching the war in Northern Xinjiang. They took action...
Only they can produce the plant that can destroy the Sunwell at once in this world. Maybe it is the seed of that powerful plant called the World Tree?"
"Of course, this is just my guess. After all, I have never seen the World Tree with my own eyes, but the remains of the World Tree in Grizzly Bear Hills... Tichondrius, you have also seen it with your own eyes. This huge tree in front of you
The smell emitted by the plant is almost exactly the same as that thing."
"Kaldorei?"
Tichondrius narrowed his eyes, grabbed his chin with his sharp claws, and said softly:
"The Kaldorei and the high elves do have a deep conflict. They also ended the Legion's invasion 10,000 years ago. When it comes to being vigilant against demons, no one in the world is stronger than them. That group of forest monkeys
There are indeed enough reasons and enough ability to do this, but...this reason is not sufficient. The connection between the legion and the natural disaster has never been revealed. How did the elves know?"
"Tichondrius, have you forgotten?"
The Lich King’s will bearer reminded softly:
"There is a prophet in this world, and his relationship with the Legion... is very complicated..."
"Velan?"
The first lord of Nathrezim moved his claws. He has been busy conquering Quel'Thalas recently. He actually forgot about this very important figure to both Azeroth and the Burning Legion, the Draenei Prophet.
The power of prophecy has been fully demonstrated in the past 25,000 years of escape. The Deceiver dispatched an entire legion, commanded by the best stalker Talgas, to hunt down these exiles among the stars.
But every time, every time Velen can predict the Legion's actions in advance, allowing his people to escape under almost impossible circumstances. Now, he has settled in Azeroth with the draenei. Once the Legion
If you invade this world, Velen will definitely be able to "see" it.
"Where is the prophet?"
Tichondrius asked in a low voice, and the bearer of the Lich King's will replied:
"He was invited by the human emperor and secretly left the Borean Tundra a few days ago. No one knows where he went, just like no one knows where the human emperor went, but I suspect that they should be looking for this
The most powerful civilization in the world, the night elves of Kalimdor, are seeking support. Quel'Thalas' move to draw chestnuts from the fire this time may be because the Kaldorei elves, who have been away from the war, have finally made up their minds."
After speaking, the Lich King said to Tichondrius in a dissatisfied tone:
"You are too immersed in the intrigues between you and your kind. First Lord, the collection of world intelligence has been done under my command recently. Please don't forget the purpose of the fraudsters sending us to this world. You also
You don’t want to disappoint him, right?”
"hehe"
Faced with this vaguely dissatisfied question, Tichondrius sneered:
"This is not your turn, Ner'zhul. Recognize your identity. You are just a pawn who will be sacrificed when necessary. The decision whether to sacrifice you or not is in my hands!"
"I'm just worried about the Legion's cause."
Ner'zhul seemed to be subdued, his voice became weaker, and he whispered:
"I have sent the Crypt Lord into the ruins to see. The magic node connecting the Sunwell to the earth has not been destroyed. It has only been drained of magic power by the seeds dropped by Kaldorei. After a long time, it can be restored.
, but that may take hundreds or even thousands of years to remember time, and for us who are eager to open the portal, this place has lost its meaning, so, First Lord, where should we go next?"
"Where else can we go?"
Tichondrius waved his paw impatiently:
"Except for the Sunwell in the entire northern Xinjiang, the only large magic node left is the human city of Dalaran. After dealing with the things here, let your soldiers go all the way south. The landing operation at the border of the human empire can also begin.
Now...now that the Kaldorei have reached out to this war, it means that there is not much time left for us. After capturing Dalaran, my brothers and I will open the portal immediately
.”
"What about those Draenei in the Borean Tundra? Do we need to divide our forces to deal with them too?"
The Lich King asked again, while the Dread Lord rubbed his chin, with a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes:
"No, let them stay there, and let them not go there. After Archimonde takes over this world, the Deceiver may be happy to come here in person to chat with his "old friends"."
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"You have seen it, you have seen Tichondrius's incompetence with your own eyes!"
In a secret place in the hinterland of Northern Xinjiang, Kasanatir sat in the darkness, playing with a black scepter in his sharp claws.
There is a dark eyeball in the center of the pendant of the wings. When the scepter is waved, weak cracks appear in the surrounding space, which represents the scepter's ultimate ability to tear apart space.
The Scepter of Sargeras, an evil magical weapon in the Legion specifically used to break through world barriers and open large portals, after several twists and turns, it fell into the hands of the Legion again.
As for Cassanatir, the former Lord of Fear Lord coughed several times from time to time, and the breath around him was not stable. It was obvious that he was injured.
This is a reasonable thing... Stealing important items from the base camp of the difficult Darkblade Undead, if you are unharmed, then you should be suspicious.
"My brothers, these things that were absolutely certain were actually messed up by Tichondrius. The Sunwell was destroyed, and the victory we had spent so much effort planning was ruined. I believe that if we are allowed to fall in
If anyone does it, even the stupidest Mal'Ganis or the weakest Deserok, the result will not be this."
"What do you say?"
Facing the former First Lord's questioning, the other Dread Lords hidden in the darkness were silent, but this silence itself represented their opinions.
Finally, it was Cassanatir’s former companion, Demon King Bernholle, who stood up and said:
"What do you want to say? Cassanatil, just say it and let us hear your opinion."
"Opinions? Haha, what opinions can I have?"
There was a hint of strong distrust in Cassanatir's voice:
"I was honest with you and told you all my plans. I even took the initiative to take on tasks that might cost me my life. I narrowly escaped death and brought back the scepter, but you, how did you repay me? Companions
You guys, you sold my plan to Tichondrius and let that idiot completely destroy my plan... You have disappointed me very much."
"In my time, such a bad subordinate would be fed to the two ferocious hounds of the Dark Titan."
"That was forced by the situation. Tichondrius controls the Lich King and his undead guards, and that damn orc is his loyal henchman. And you have seen that sword, Frostmourne.
If the two sides confront each other head-on, we have no chance of winning."
The Dread Lord Varimathras replied unwillingly:
"Believe me, Cassanatil, no one wanted things to go as they did."
"You are actually afraid of Frostmourne? Stupid!"
Cassanatil waved his hand disdainfully and looked at Bernholler:
"What? Old friend, haven't you told our juniors the secret yet?"
Bernhöller shrugged:
"That's not a secret they should know. It's the most ancient inheritance of Nasrezim..."
"I said, tell them!"
Cassanatir let out a roar, and the sharp and deep voice echoed throughout the dark space. The aura mixed with anger and haze made Demon King Bernholler subconsciously take a step back, and also made other people take a step back.
The Dread Lord is as silent as a chill, and everything seems to have returned to the time hundreds of years ago, when the Hidden One was in charge of everything.
Demon Lord Bernholle coughed slightly, turned around, and said to the other fear demon lords:
"Frostmourne and Apocalypse cannot harm Nathrezim... When our ancestors forged these two swords, they added special materials. It can be said that those two swords themselves are made of fear.
Tailor-made by the Demon King family, so we don’t need to be afraid of Frostmourne at all... Tichondrius can’t use it to kill any of us, of course... don’t be stupid enough to give away your own neck
If you go up and slash with those two swords, you will die if you lose too much blood."
"Tichondrius has you fooled by applause... you fools!"
Kasanatil stood up from his seat, walked into the dim light, and looked around. Finally, he slammed the scepter of Sargeras on the ground and shouted to the other Dread Lords.
arrive:
"It seems that if we don't kill Tichondrius, we can't make you cowards work hard. Now, give me the spatial coordinates in your hands to contact Archimonde the Defiler! It would be better if you have the spatial coordinates of the Deceiver.
...I will go see them personally. The era of that idiot Tichondrius controlling everything is over."
Dreadlords, you look at me and I look at you. Finally, Tichondrius's most trusted lieutenant, the powerful Varimathras, stepped forward and handed a black fel rune stone to Cassanatil.
.This thing is the only coordinate to contact Archimonde, the polluter, who is far away from the stars. It is obviously a very important strategic item.
To be honest, if Tichondrius hadn't lost his underwear this time, which completely caused others to lose confidence in him, Varimathras would not have given this thing to Cassanatil.
This act of surrender means that the other Dreadlords have completely handed in their letters of surrender, and they are now on Cassanatil's side.
"Click"
The black rune stone was crushed, and with the help of the scepter of Sargeras, which could easily tear apart space, a door to the outside world was opened. Cassanatil adjusted his armor and strode fearlessly
Go inside.
The next moment, the Dread Lord appeared on a planet that was completely occupied by demons. The magma under the ground was contaminated by evil energy and flowed wantonly on the ground. The dead land was filled with the noisy shouts of demons.
, the whole world seemed to be in a doomsday scene, Cassanatil's heart beat violently twice, but soon he recovered his mind.
In front of him was a throne made of endless white bones. The tall Defiler, who controlled powerful evil magic, was sitting on the throne with his eyes closed and meditating. It seemed that the arrival of Cassanatil did not wake him up.
But at the moment when the Dreadlord stepped forward, the Defiler suddenly opened his eyes, and a huge storm of evil energy fell from the sky, binding Cassanatir to the spot.
"Hey, look who this is...Casanatir, a "veteran" who has been missing for hundreds of years. What do you want to do by bypassing your stupid first lord and coming here?"
"I'm here to offer you a treasure!"
Cassanatir's body was trapped in place by the dark green evil energy, but he did not panic. With a slight movement of his fingers, a crack in space appeared silently. The Defiler waved his hand, and a crack penetrated his body.
Green branches filled with powerful life energy and magic fell into his hands.
"Huh? This... this thing has the smell of the Well of Eternity, a strange object composed entirely of pure magic and vitality."
Archimonde put the branch to his nose and smelled it. The next moment, his eyes lit up, with undisguised greed flashing in his eyes. He looked at Cassanatil, the prisoner of the Dread Lord.
The evil magic power disintegrated in an instant:
"Where did you find it?"
"In Azeroth, of course..."
Cassanatil moved his wrists, and a playful light flashed in his eyes:
"What? Didn't Tichondrius tell you about the existence of the World Tree? There is no reason for him not to know... Oh, by the way, maybe he told the fraudster about the existence of this strange object. After all,
He was promoted by fraudsters."
"snort."
Naturally, this superficial sowing discord could not be hidden from the eyes of the Defiler, but Cassanatil's words really made the Defiler very uncomfortable. He looked at the branches of the World Tree in his hand. After a moment, he raised his head and looked at it.
The Hidden Kasanatil stood quietly:
"Tell me, what do you want from me? What can I get?"
"The existence of Tichondrius is too much of a hindrance. Get rid of that incompetent, cowardly and tyrannical waste. I will command the Burning Legion's vanguard in Azeroth. I can guarantee that within 20 days, I will open the door for you."
The portal in that world...the portal through which hundreds of thousands of demons can pass through at one time!"
"20 days?"
The Polluter's eyes narrowed. He put the green branch in his hand in front of his eyes and admired it carefully:
"Are you sure? Cassanatil, you have to know that if you can't do it...forget it, you dare to come here and appear in front of me, you have proven your courage, then I will give you this
Opportunity... Also, World Tree?"
"When you show up in Azeroth..."
Cassanatil whispered:
"I promise, you will see the ultimate secret of that world...I promise!"
