Kel'Thuzad and his "Black Scythe Council" had a very difficult time escaping from death.
They chose a very crazy and bold plan from the beginning. When Dalaran was besieged by the undead and demons were summoned, Kel'Thuzad not only did not run away with the soldiers and generals behind him, but instead relied on himself to defeat Dalaran.
Laran's familiarity led them all the way around the barriers of the undead and entered Dalaran's most mysterious underground hall.
It is worth mentioning that on the night Kel'Thuzad lost his beloved cat, Tyrion gave him a "suggestion" that Kel'Thuzad should learn warlock magic.
A mage's talent in warlock magic is higher than his talent in orthodox magic.
No one knows why Tyrion did this, but Kel'Thuzad is not a magical person who can think with common sense. After recovering from his injury, he actually went to study warlock magic. After the orc invasion failed,
After that, almost all the books on warlock magic can be found in Dalaran, and his identity as an archmage also allows him to browse those dangerous records at will.
And the facts proved that Tyrion was right. Kel'Thuzad was learning sorcerer magic at a rapid pace, and he had enough funds and materials on hand for him to experiment. In just a few months, the great mage was able to
With another identity...humanity's first master warlock.
But he did all this without telling others. Before his secret was exposed, Dalaran was attacked by the undead and demons. This was a moment of despair in the eyes of other mages.
From the perspective of Kel'Thuzad, the transformation was a perfect "opportunity".
What he is planning is something that no other warlock would dare to think of... He wants to get the staff that the devil uses to open the world's barriers, the staff of Sargeras! The darkness that permeates that staff
The energy made him intoxicated, and in Kel'Thuzad's view, in order to defeat Tyrion and get his cat back, he must first make himself stronger.
Wealth can be found in danger. Kel'Thuzad knew this truth better than anyone, and unlike others, he was more willing to take action.
But the process of peering into the scepter of Sargeras is very dangerous. Although the undead and fear devils guarding the underground hall had left before the big devil appeared, under the concentration of evil energy at that time, even the strongest
Kel'Thuzad did not dare to brave the fel storm and rush forward. However, at the moment when the great demon descended on Dalaran, even though Kel'Thuzad was determined, the great mage also felt like he was in doom.
However, things developed beyond everyone's expectations. The big demon who appeared domineeringly at the beginning did not even utter a complete declaration of war. His face was blurred by the rays of the Eye of Sargeras from overseas, and he followed
Kel'Thuzad's warlocks hiding underground in Dalaran witnessed almost the entire process from Archimonde's arrival to his defeat.
Of course, the great collapse that followed was beyond everyone's expectations, but with the desperate efforts of Kel'Thuzad and other warlocks, and their good luck, the ray did not destroy the entire Dalaran.
It also allowed these brave guys to survive in a desperate situation. Not only that, after the big demon lost its threat, they were also very lucky to get the scepter.
However, the warlocks are a bunch of fierce guys with no limits. When the Scepter of Sargeras fell into Kel'Thuzad's hands, the warlocks behind him almost unanimously launched a sneak attack on Kel'Thuzad. No one wanted to
Seeing that this thing fell into the hands of others, in short, during the period between the fall of the big devil and Tyrion's arrival, several people launched a real "death fight" in the underground hall.
But before the outcome of the battle could be decided, they encountered another major and hair-splitting event, two gods of death hidden under the surface of the world, and Tyrion. The Blade of Dawn was less than 100 meters above their heads.
During the confrontation on the ground, the pervasive power of death shocked everyone, including Kel'Thuzad.
The group of people who had been fighting to the death immediately united together again. With the most powerful Kel'Thuzad as the core, they poured all their magic power into the scepter of Sargeras, and then broke out in Tyrion.
At the moment of the attack, these warlocks took a terrible risk and once again activated the ability of the Scepter of Sargeras to shatter space.
They teleported several of them, along with only one-third of Dalaran's floating island, to a corner of the Endless Sea.
This is the story of the first generation members of the Black Scythe Council who escaped from death. It is a legendary story full of cooperation, betrayal, backstabbing, crisis unity and the protection of the goddess of luck. However, there will be no bards to sing this story, because
Warlock... This is always a shady profession, just like the rats in the sewer.
"That dwarf...Wilfred is dying..."
The hands of the orc warlock Recent were annihilated during the space teleportation. He endured the pain and said with difficulty to the current boss Kel'Thuzad:
"Before he left, he was hit head-on by that weird tentacle. His soul is very weak now. He is hopeless. Should we throw him down?"
"No!"
Kel'Thuzad shook his head and rejected this cruel proposal. He looked at the others:
"In today's world, it's hard to find subordinates who are as bold and capable as you, and we have been through hardships together. It's not a good idea to just abandon the dwarves... Go and collect the demon blood in the ruins.
, we inject this thing into the body of the dwarf, whether he can survive depends on whether his life is strong enough."
"this..."
Miss Althea Aberlock, who was miraculously uninjured in the disaster, looked at the boss in shock and said loudly:
"Will this work?"
"Little girl, that is the blood shed by the great devil. To a warlock, that stuff is more precious than any other material..."
Kel'Thuzad glanced at Althea and explained impatiently:
"Go and collect, collect more. Not just the dwarves, but everyone, all of us here, must inject this demonic blood. It can change our weak body's tolerance and perception of evil energy, and it can change our talents.
Although it will be a little painful..."
"But without pain, where would evolution come from? Without pain, where would the strength come from?"
The great warlock touched the scepter of Sargeras on the ground and shouted loudly:
"Hurry and collect it, you bastards! Don't let those precious demon blood evaporate like this... That will be our biggest capital in expanding our organization in the future. To defeat the undead, just relying on a few of us is not enough!"
The injured orc warlock and the disfigured high elf warlock looked at each other. They turned around and walked into the ruins behind them without saying a word. The human warlock Kanrisad waited until his "companion" left, and then secretly said to Kerr.
Sugard said:
"Boss, I just took a look. There aren't many supplies in the ruins. We have to find a way to save ourselves."
"You don't need to worry about this, Kanrisade."
Kel'Thuzad sat on a stone, shook his head, and said softly:
"As long as I am sure that I am still in Azeroth, there is still hope for everything. I can't just find the nearest civilization gathering point here. I will do it...go collect the demon blood, and those scattered
If you can find the souls in the city, collect them all!"
"Yes, boss."
Kanrisad picked up a root, supported his body, and walked into the ruins on the other side with his sister. When Kel'Thuzad was the only one left in the open space, the great warlock looked around.
Look, the magic city in his memory has disappeared, and there are only dilapidated ruins as far as the eye can see, which makes the great warlock feel an uncomfortable feeling in his heart.
It was like losing his favorite cat once, and now, he had lost his home again. Kel'Thuzad was an orphan who grew up in Dalaran, and this was his only home.
But now, home is gone.
"Dalaran..."
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"Demons are still pouring out, although the speed is much slower than before."
In the Arathi Highlands, after experiencing the collapse of the earth, the grassland also showed signs of slight division. In the northwest of Arathi, near the Hillsbrad Hills, the continental shelf under the earth has cracks, and it is pouring back.
Under the impact of the sea water entering the interior of the continent, many strange earthquake-like cracks appeared at the end of the land.
The final blow of the Eye of Sargeras changed the terrain of Northern Xinjiang. The continental shelf, which was internally broken and full of cracks, will heal over time, but in the process, it will have a very large impact on the ecology of Northern Xinjiang.
, the current changes have just begun.
But the dark green Legion Gate in the sky seems to have not been affected. It still hangs in the sky. Demons continue to appear from the light pillar, land on the earth, and fall into the heavily armed Dark Blade Undead.
Surrounded by the crowd, like a mouse thrown into a millstone, it was ground into pieces of flesh and blood bit by bit.
There were problems with the promised all-out invasion from the beginning, especially after the death of the most powerful Archimonde, and the number of demons entering the world from Marton began to decrease. It was difficult for these brainless thugs to be defeated.
Scared, so this situation means that on the other side of the portal, on the planet Marton, there are other high-level demons who have taken over the command.
They have begun to shrink their forces. But to be honest, this is not a good thing... The Scepter of Sargeras has opened the space barrier between Azeroth and Mardun, which cannot be eliminated in a short time.
In other words, this world has opened its door to millions of demons waiting on the Star of Marton. Even without the command of the big demon, those demons will not give up this opportunity.
Demons who are naturally attracted to chaos and blood will only "smuggle" into this world in a more active and scattered manner. There will no longer be large-scale invasions, but will be replaced by all-out invasions that are hard to guard against. No place is safe anymore.
Now, demons will emerge from every nook and cranny at any time. Considering the number of demons on the Star of Marton, in the next few decades, battles of wits and courage with demons will inevitably become a daily routine in this chaotic world.
one.
"Saurfang's legions have arrived at the junction of the hills and Stratholme. They are fighting fiercely with the demon legions that have descended on Lordaeron. It is said that there are several demon lords commanding a large number of elite demons who are burning, killing and looting there.
...Seriously, I don’t want to miss this opportunity.”
Grokush glanced at the curled saw chain sword in his hand. He looked back at Stromgarde behind him. This largest human military stronghold in northern Xinjiang has been destroyed by the dual ravages of demons and undead.
On the verge of falling, Garin Trollbane still commanded the surviving human warriors to defend the innermost defense line of the castle.
"That human boy is pretty good. He's a bit brave. He's much better than his father who only cowers behind the castle."
The Death Lord praised King Garin's courage, but he was not optimistic about the future of these defenders. Although with the "help" of the Dark Blade Undead, the demons who invaded the castle have been almost wiped out, but Grokush's
His subordinates obviously would not give up their "trophies" so easily. By the time the battle with the demons was over, it would be time for the undead armed to the teeth to completely occupy the fortress.
"If he is smart enough, he should abandon the city and leave now, but I don't think he will do that...Forget it, let Danas have a headache."
The orc death lord, who had enjoyed killing so much on the battlefield, waved his hand lazily. He looked at the legion gate in the sky and said to the arakkoa commander behind him:
"Go ahead, give our parting gifts to those demons, and then march north... let's hunt those demon lords! By the way, we will "invite" those panicked humans to the southern border."
"As commanded."
The chief of the arakkoa flapped his wings and quickly disappeared from Grokush's side. A moment later, a huge black iron box pulled by three frost bone dragons was swaying into the sky.
The surface of the black iron box was engraved with complex magic patterns. As it got closer to the sky, the box was still vibrating crazily, as if a violent beast was imprisoned in it. But to be honest, the things stored in it were...
, but much more dangerous than wild beasts.
While Grokush watched, the three-headed bone dragon, escorted by a huge number of undead arakkoa, approached the legion portal that looked like green eyeballs in the sky, and then disappeared from the portal in the blink of an eye.
Inside, the Crow people fled in all directions as if they were avoiding some invisible disaster. A few seconds later, a dull, huge, low and chaotic roar exploded in the legion's portal.
"I... am... Tectus! I am... the moving... hill!"
"Feel...the power of the earth!"
"boom"
During the final reverberation of the violent elemental creatures, the breath of elemental explosion visible to the naked eye exploded from the green legion gate, rushing into the sky in all directions in the form of shock waves, attacking the unprepared magic bats and fear demons.
It flapped its wings in fear, but under the arrogant shock wave, it could only be carried head-on into the dark army waiting for it below.
The Legion Gate in the sky, under the self-destruction of Tectus, the irritable elemental lord of Draenor who could never be controlled, was like broken green glass. Between the rapid rotation of swirling green energy,
It collapsed bit by bit and finally disappeared into the sky of Arathi.
When the sun once again enveloped the land covered with ruins and bones, the orc death lord Grokush turned over and rode on his bone dragon. He took one last look at Stromgarde shrouded in the sun, and his arms fiercely
Swing forward:
"The war here is over, Frostfire Ridge Legion, follow me forward!"
Tectus, Hanging Castle Three, looks like a ruthless character, so I'll give him a lunch here...