21. Everything is ready----for all brothers【15/20】
When a catastrophe comes, it can always easily destroy all civilizations on the ground, but it cannot effectively destroy the rats hiding underground, because the rats always have their own set of living standards, and the creeds hidden in the darkness are
Sometimes it's hard to accept, but most of the time, those cold and cruel darkness can save your life.
For example, at this time, in the ruins of Dalaran, which was filled with chaos and death, a group of sneaky guys rushed out from the dark alleys of the sewers. The composition of this strange team was very complicated, and there were many
Rarely seen in the mainland, there are tall and gloomy orcs, a short dwarf sitting on the shoulders of a demon, high elves who are coquettishly dressed but with vicious eyes, and some human spellcasters who don't look like good people.
There is no doubt that these guys are a group of warlocks hiding under the city of Dalaran, judging from the bone-white staffs and weird and evil magic weapons they hold.
Warlocks are a group of spellcasters who use dark magic and do whatever they want. This is an imported profession. When the Dark Portal opened, the orc army not only brought chaos and war to the Eastern Continent, but also a set of skills completely different from Azeroth.
A magic system that deviates from the orthodox magic theory.
Orthodox mages use the magic that fills the world to release spells through a set of solid and internally self-consistent spell logic. This system was first established by the Night Elf Empire, and later passed through Quel'Thala.
The high elves were organized and extended, and then refined by human spellcasters, eventually forming the current mainstream spellcasting system in Azeroth.
It emphasizes efficiency, stability, control, and a clear spell structure.
But the magic of warlocks, which is said to come from demons, is completely on the other extreme.
Compared to mages who require long studies and a solid theoretical foundation, becoming a warlock does not require extremely high magic talent. All that is required is the endless pursuit of power and a cruel enough character to be able to bargain with demons.
A gift for cunning, and finally a touch of evil wisdom.
Most of the magic power of warlocks comes from the demons they summoned from the Twisting Void. They sign various weird contracts with demons to obtain their abilities. The nature of demons is chaotic and violent, and they have been dealing with such creatures for a long time.
, Without enough wisdom, you will often only send yourself into the trap of the devils.
It can be said that warlock is a profession that is easy to get started but difficult to master. Those warlocks who are not cautious enough, cunning enough, and vicious enough will find it difficult to persist in this profession for 3 years. But once you have survived the first and most difficult period,
period, and successfully turned yourself into a villain who does all evil, congratulations, you have gained the possibility to continue "further study".
This is a profession that is a hundred times more dangerous than a mage, but because it is easy to get started, in the years after the invasion of the orcs, and under the heavy blow of human civilization, the dangerous warlock magic was not banned, but became more and more widely spread.
Come on.
On the surface, after the establishment of the Human Empire, Emperor Lothar repeatedly issued orders prohibiting the circulation of dark magic by warlocks in the Human Empire. As a result, many warlocks were tied to fire pillars and burned alive. In desperation, many warlocks
They all fled their hometown and came to Dalaran. This unique city-state that regards exploring the true meaning of magic as its mission is the only place that maintains tacit approval for the existence of warlocks.
Warlocks are discriminated against in Dalaran. Any orthodox mage is qualified to discriminate against them, but no one deliberately suppresses warlocks. Therefore, living in this city, apart from the loss of dignity, warlocks can almost live openly.
Activities in the chaotic lower city and sewers, conducting their own research, exchanging black magic experiences with each other, and even holding black market auctions.
It can be said that the warlocks are rats living under the bright side of Dalaran. Their existence is not glorious, but they are a part of the city's ecology.
And now, the Dalaran ship is about to sink. These bilge rats hiding in the shadows have to find planks to escape before the ship sinks. Few people are willing to be buried with a city that is destined to be destroyed.
Especially these sorcerers with cunning minds and vicious actions.
But there are also factions among warlocks. Perhaps after staying in Dalaran for a long time, these dark spellcasters have also contracted the habit of forming cliques among orthodox mages. In the lower city and sewer neighborhoods, several
The warlock factions fought against each other endlessly, and even when facing annihilation, they failed to unite.
Now, this team of warlocks who escaped from the sewers is a small faction that is often suppressed. The number of people is sparse, but each one is an elite, which is in line with the characteristics of those small circle cultures.
When the undead invaded, they did not act immediately. Instead, they waited until most of the warlocks had evacuated. Then these guys rushed out of their hiding places, looted the headquarters of other factions, and also looted Dara.
However, there are several magic materials shops in the country, and now everyone is carrying a huge baggage behind their backs. It doesn't look like they are fleeing, but rather like they have made a fortune.
The leader of this team is a human man wearing a black robe with black hair and haze. He is holding the hand of a beautiful girl and looking around cautiously. The girl's face is 60% similar to his, and she looks like
They are a pair of brothers and sisters, and judging from the face of the young girl who resembles Duke Aberlock, these brothers and sisters are clearly Canrisade Aberlock who disappeared during the disaster of the fall of Night Town in the Kingdom of Stormwind a few years ago.
, and Tyria Aberlock.
"Look! The portal there is still working!"
The dwarf warlock sitting on the shoulders of a demon guard had sharp eyes. After walking around the ruins, he was the first to discover the still functioning portal in the portal hall.
This scream made all the worried people in the team look relaxed. Under the escort of the demons they summoned, the group entered the portal hall through blood stains. However, out of the most basic caution of the warlock,
No one took the initiative to step into the portal, but you looked at me and I looked at you, waiting for the first brave "pathfinder" to appear.
"I said, Canrisade..."
The dwarf warlock wearing a black hood touched his snow-white beard, and a vicious light shone in his eyes:
"Your sister has been in our organization for several years and has never made up her mind to become one of us. She is useless and a burden. Now, is it time for her to make some contribution to us?"
"Shut up! Wilfred, if you try to trick my sister again, I will extract your despicable soul with my own hands!"
Kanrisad protected his sister. He looked disdainfully at the dwarf warlock in front of him who was challenging him:
"Why don't you let your demon guard explore the way? Isn't it rougher and thicker?"
"Damn! It's a one-way portal!"
Wilfred screamed in his unique dwarf voice:
"I won't risk losing my Felguard and let it explore the way. Are you stupid? Don't you know how difficult it is to successfully contract a Felguard with potential in Dalaran?
It is my important property and companion...but your sister is a waste who only knows how to eat! She is worthless!"
"She's my...sister!"
Kanrisad took a step forward, his eyes shining with evil energy, and in his open hands, scorching sulfur fire was rolling. He stared at the dwarf menacingly, and shouted:
"You can't wait to experience death, right?"
"Oh, I think..."
The orc warlock who was silent on the periphery took a step forward. He rubbed his chin playfully and looked at the confrontation between Kanrisade and Wilfred. The orc warlock said in a low voice:
"I think the noisy dwarf made a good point this time."
"Yes, Kanrisade, your sister has wasted too many of our resources in the past few years."
The coquettish blood elf warlock also joined the debate. In the confrontation, more and more members stood on Wilfred's side. Tyria looked at the light in the eyes of the surrounding warlocks, and she felt a little...
She hid behind her brother in fear, and her brother patted her shoulder with his hand, indicating that she didn't need to worry.
"Yo! Look what I found...a bunch of scared rats."
Just when the atmosphere was stagnant to the extreme, a strange voice suddenly sounded above everyone. Kanrisad suddenly raised his head and saw a human wearing a black robe and holding a bone cane slowly walking from the portal hall.
Walking down the second floor, the human being was dressed not like a warlock, but like an orthodox mage.
More importantly, Kanrisade knew him!
"Arch Mage Kel'Thuzad, how...why are you still here?"
Kanrisade said in a humble tone: "Long time no see. Is the soul gem I gave you last time still in use?"
"Oh, you...I seem to have seen you before, but I forgot your name."
Kel'Thuzad stared at Kanrisad for a few times, then shook his head and said in a casual tone:
"Sorry, I don't have the habit of remembering the names of mice...but maybe you will be a good subordinate. After all, you still have a little conscience..."
Under the gaze of the warlocks, the Archmage walked down the portal hall. He glanced at the beating portal and snorted disdainfully:
"It's a clumsy death trick. No one with a brain would get involved in it. Who... You and your sister, I'm planning something now and I need one or two helpers. Do you want to help me?"
"
Facing Kel'Thuzad's invitation, Kanrisad took his sister's hand without hesitation and stood behind the archmage. This move made the warlocks on the opposite side start to make noises.
"Hey, bro, I don't know who you are, but you can't take them away, we still need the girl..."
"Bang"
Kel'Thuzad snapped his fingers impatiently, and a black space rift suddenly opened around the hall. Under the indifferent gaze of the Archmage, 10 fully armed demon guards and 5 succubi wielding fel whips appeared.
And three larger destroyers armed with various weapons screamed out of the crack and surrounded the warlocks in an instant.
These skilled spells and terrifying summoned creatures represented Kel'Thuzad's current identity, and also made those warlocks feel as silent as ice. Obviously, this was a more powerful and mysterious counterpart than them.
"My cat is lost... I need to become stronger to get it back. I need capable subordinates... I only need 5..."
Kel'Thuzad led the Aberlock brothers and sisters out of the portal hall. He put on his black hood and looked back at the warlock who was surrounded by demons. A ruthless and indifferent ferocity flashed in his eyes:
"There are still 3 places...I'll give you 5 minutes to "discuss" among yourself."
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While the Archmage Kel'Thuzad was recruiting "followers", directly beneath the ruins of Dalaran, under the watchful eyes of a group of high-level undead and dreadlords, Varimathras placed Sargera dotted with dark wings in his hands.
The Scepter was accurately and slowly inserted into the magic circle of Dalaran's magic node.
The moment the scepter was positioned, the huge blue magic power pouring out from the ground seemed to have found an outlet. It gathered crazily on the surface of the trembling scepter of Sargeras, and the black staff appeared.
As if coming to life, the dark eyeball at the top of the staff also opened at this moment. Every creature who saw the eyeball could suddenly see the sea of stars reflected in it.
The Book of Medivh placed in front of the staff moved automatically without wind. The pages recording the dark secrets of the astral mages roaming the stars finally stopped in a dark picture. Mal'Ganis picked up the book and put it down.
In its claws, it recited those forbidden words easily, and the voice of the Dread Lord reverberated in the air. Every drop of a character made the space in the hall become thinner.
"Its appetite is too big."
Cassanatil looked at the trembling black scepter and said to Bernhorer beside him:
"With this amount of magic power, it will take at least 30 minutes to complete charging..."
"Don't worry, my old brother, it's only 30 minutes..."
The Demon King shrugged its shoulders at the so-called, and the wings behind it flapped:
"I have seen this scene countless times, but I never get tired of it every time. The end of this world and the civilization it carries is coming, and this end will be opened by our own hands. Aren't you excited? Brother."
"That is Archimonde's victory, what does it have to do with us?"
Kasanatil shook his head and threw an ancient book found in the Great Library of Dalaran to Bainhorer:
"The location of the Pillar of the World has been found, it's time for us to take action... It's enough to leave the two of them here. Let's go, Bernholle, I don't want to see Archimonde's arrogant face...
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"Okay, that's as you wish."
Demon King Bernholer looked back with regret at the ongoing summoning sequence, but after a moment, he followed Cassanatil obediently into the dark crevice behind him.
The nathrezim's service to the Defilers was over, and it was time to serve their species and their own victory.
