There are many weird murals carved on the walls around this hall, most of which describe stories passed down orally by warlocks. Some of them are engraved with complex magic patterns. Amidst the surge of dark green evil energy, these intricate murals
The magic pattern can provide this hall with various abilities.
For example, silence, energy protection, or when necessary, a powerful confinement force can be formed to turn this hall into a testing ground for evil energy.
In the corner of the dim hall, there is a row of weird jars, in which some unique demon specimens are sealed with warlock magic. There are also some very disgusting things, such as demon hearts, lungs or simply bone marrow filled with evil energy.
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At first glance, this place looks like an evil laboratory for crazy warlocks.
This is indeed a gathering place for warlock groups, and with the development in recent months, it has become more and more likely to become a "holy place" for warlocks in Azeroth.
The Black Scythe Council, a newly established organization less than half a year old, is extremely full of vitality that other organizations do not have. It is famous in the dark world for the vast amount of knowledge stored here, attracting many madmen who are desperate for power to come and "worship".
And only the best among them are qualified to become peripheral members of the Black Scythe Council.
Few people know who the leader of the Black Scythe Council is, and most of the time, the daily operations of the Black Scythe Council are maintained by several warlock lords. They are all experienced, cunning and ruthless bastards.
A hero in the rat-like sorcerer profession.
And now, the Black Scythe Council has once again begun internal discussions... Endless arguments, rebuttals and intrigues fill this hall with the smell of conspiracy, but believe me, this is just the most trivial daily life of the evil warlocks.
"I think that's a bad idea."
The dwarf warlock Wilfred grabbed his precious magic seal. The white-haired man with dwarfism frowned and looked at the classics at hand while saying to the others:
"A very, very bad idea. I have no intention of helping those humans fight centaurs. When I was at my lowest, humans didn't help me. Those annoying human children even threw mud at me. Phew,
Stupid creature."
"The children threw mud at you because you summoned imps to scare them, and the humans were unwilling to help you because you were a shameful third-rate thief before you became a warlock! There is also a rumor throughout Night Town that you were killed by hounds after stealing.
Chasing embarrassing things all night long."
The low voice interrupted the dwarf's complaint, and he revealed the dwarf's unbearable past without caring.
"I have been thinking about what kind of evil bastard would trick a 14-year-old child into studying warlock magic with you. Didn't you know at that time that studying warlock magic was taboo? Don't you know, let
If a child is contaminated by a warlock's poison, does that mean his life is ruined? You vicious bastard!"
Hearing the ridicule from this voice, the dwarf waved his hand indifferently, a hint of cunning and malice flashed in his little eyes:
"Of course I know that it is a taboo, my brother Kanrisad, believe me, I know that taboo better than anyone else, but the reason why I "invited" you to study the warlock spells with me is still clear to me.
...Because you little bastard set your dog on me! Just for two pieces of bread! You bastard!”
"So when you were in Dalaran, I should have thrown you out to feed the undead!"
A fierce light flashed in the eyes of the human warlock Canrisad. The grudge between him and the dwarf Wilfred could not be explained clearly for two days and two nights. Although the two people always quarreled, in fact, they secretly
The "friendship" here is very good, well, I mean, they would think about it for a few minutes before betraying each other... You have to know that for the warlock, such a move can completely show the "friendship" between the two.
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"Noisy! How annoying!"
The third person to speak was a tall orc. He wore a robe the color of brimstone and carried a burning bone staff. On the edge of his neck, there were circles of burning fire. It was not just a decoration.
..The origin of the orc warlock Leitson and his "flaming head" can be said to be the best-selling "fantasy" story in the warlock community of Azeroth. It was a "souvenir" of a failed ritual to summon the evil demon.
But not every warlock is as lucky as Leitson. After summoning the evil demon that far exceeds his own strength, he can still save a life... To be precise, if it weren't for that night, Black Scythe
If Lord Kel'Thuzad accidentally loses sleep because he misses his kitten, Leitson may have to meet other members of the Black Scythe Council in another form.
However, the orc warlock's "flame head" brought him more than just ridicule from his peers. This mutated fel flame from the twisted void attached to his body, bringing him unimaginable consequences with fel energy.
This affinity also allowed this orc warlock with average talent to enter the ranks of master warlocks in one fell swoop.
In other words, this terrible scar is a terrible "gift".
"We will do whatever the boss tells us to do, we don't need you to pick and choose!"
Probably because he was saved once by Kel'Thuzad, the orc Leitson seemed very "loyal". He pointed the bone staff in his hand on the ground, and while the flames around his neck were burning, he glared viciously and muttered something.
Dwarf, he said in a deep voice:
"Don't forget who saved us from being surrounded by demons and death!"
"So what I'm more curious about is, where has the boss gone?"
The last person to speak was a charming woman who looked like a high elf with outstanding grace. Her name was Xin Feier, a warlock with a notorious reputation in her hometown. Like others, after wandering for several years, she finally
I found the feeling of "home" in the organization founded by Kel'Thuzad.
It is worth mentioning that a few months ago, when Sinfer followed Kel'Thuzad and his party to break out of the siege of demons, she was disfigured due to overload of magic power. However, now, she has once again regained her once coquettish and coquettish beautiful face.
It has even become more beautiful and attractive.
However, there are also private rumors that this is because the crazy Xin Feier tore the soul of a high-level succubus into pieces and mixed it into his own soul, which restored her beauty. But for the warlock, this kind of cruel
The behavior is far from wrong or crazy.
"The boss asked us to help humans, but he went to the side and became an audience. This is really uncomfortable."
While expressing his dissatisfaction in a pretentious voice, Sinfer walked around the crowd. As the tulle-like skirt swayed, the scenery under the skirt made the dwarf who was reading the magic book feel a little distracted.
"Speaking of which, brother Kanrisade, why has your lovely little sister disappeared recently?"
Sinfer put his arm on the human warlock's shoulder pretending to be familiar. This ambiguous action made Kanrisad frown, and then he quietly pulled his shoulder out from under the high elf's fingers.
Then he patted the non-existent dust on his shoulders and said slowly:
"Althea is free. She is also a member of the Black Scythe Council. The boss gave her a new mission. She is just performing the mission like us."
"Aha, don't use this to lie to others!"
Wilfred, the loud-mouthed dwarf warlock, screamed:
"Your surname is Alberlock. Althea must have gone to Kalimdor to find your damn father. I heard that Duke Alberlock now rules a country. Maybe that is the escape route that the boss has found for us.
...Go and be the Grand Duke’s lackey! Tsk tsk, it’s really a bright future.”
The dwarf's heartless yelling and taunting made other warlocks look a little ugly. The warlock profession is shady in the human empire. They have never expected to be able to appear in the sun openly, but if Kel'Thuzad promises them
If the "beautiful future" is really like being a slave as Wilfred said, then these arrogant warlocks will definitely not be willing to accept it.
"Shut up!"
Kanrisad's expression was also a bit unsightly. The relationship between him and his father, Duke Alberlock, had never been good. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to follow the then-down-and-out dwarf warlock Wilfrey at the age of 14.
De ran away from home.
But the bond between blood cannot be avoided by anyone with feelings. When he thinks of meeting his old father, the face of the master warlock also becomes unsightly.
And while these people were arguing and cursing, the door of the dim hall was suddenly pushed open, and with a ray of light shining into the dim hall, a thin figure with a black staff also appeared in the light.
Down.
Seeing the true master of the Black Scythe Council, the great warlock Kel'Thuzad, appear, all the quarrels came to a halt at this moment. Kel'Thuzad, who strolled into the hall, looked at the dimness in the hall in disgust, and he was a little rude.
scolded:
"Stupid guys! How many times have I told you... don't live like a sewer rat. Your whispers in the dark and your humble posture make me feel sick!"
"Go, open the window! Let the sun shine in!"
The will of the great warlock was immediately executed. In less than 2 minutes, the eight giant glass doors above the hall were pushed open. Warm and bright sunlight penetrated through the magic-treated glass and poured into the hall, making this originally evil
The warlock's laboratory has also become more majestic, just like the bright spellcaster halls in Dalaran.
Kel'Thuzad quickly walked up to his seat at the edge of the hall. He touched the black, powerful and breathtaking scepter of Sargeras on the ground, focusing the attention of all members of the Black Scythe Council.
On his body, Kel'Thuzad coughed slightly:
"Today, we want to welcome the new members of the parliament... They are rare talents that I discovered during my "travel" in the Eastern Continent. Like you bastards, they are the most qualified and perfect warlocks..."
While talking, three figures appeared at the edge of the sun-filled hall. They were a silent and tall werewolf wearing a black patterned robe with a mane all over his body, and a pockmarked werewolf with messy hair and a pair of evil eyes.
The dwarf, and the last one who looks good but looks very lifeless...the undead.
"Xin Ning, a former wild mage from Dragonbone Port. When I was still an archmage, I saw the official wanted order for him from Gilneas. He is a very talented warlock who specializes in destruction spells. He is a werewolf.
His bloodline has given him a stronger shadow affinity, and his future is extremely bright."
During Kel'Thuzad's introduction, the werewolf warlock quietly nodded slightly to the four people in front of him. His beast-like pupils were full of scrutiny and suspicion.
"Zelfalax, a dwarf who is unfortunately infected with leprosy, but believe me, this short friend has an unparalleled talent in painful spells, and he is also willing to contribute his strength to the Black Scythe Council.
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As soon as the great warlock finished speaking, the dwarf warlock named Zelfarax stared at the strange-looking compatriot, and he screamed in that obscure voice:
"Hey, Wilfred, why don't you smile at me? You abandoned your companions! I crawled out of hell to "play" with you!"
"You can't blame me!"
Wilfred immediately retorted with a glaring look:
"It was you who insisted on returning to Gnomeregan. It was entirely your own choice that you turned into such a ghost. You bastard, I am very happy... You can really come back alive from that hell. Although
, you have become a madman."
"Haha, let's talk about our matters later."
The mad dwarf with a pockmarked face let out a series of sharp laughter, which made other warlocks feel uncomfortable. However, Kel'Thuzad did not show any dissatisfaction. He also ignored the dispute between the two little men and turned his gaze to
The last silent undead woman.
"Ubeka, a special friend. I found her in the ruins of Lordaeron. She is a rare, naturally resurrected undead. Her will is completely free. You don't need to worry about her and the person who makes people...
I can completely guarantee that the feared Dark Blade Lord is involved. Of course, Ubeka's talent in demonic spells is even stronger than that of Kanrezad. All she needs is time."
As he spoke, the great warlock set his sights on Kanrisad:
"Then, you will be Ubeka's mentor. Councilor Kanrisade, do you have any opinions?"
"No, I would love to see our organization grow stronger."
The black-haired human warlock shrugged. This attitude satisfied Kel'Thuzad. After introducing the new members, the great warlock held the staff in both hands, and his cold eyes mixed with a trace of evil energy swept across his eyes.
After a few seconds of silence, he spoke:
"Now, let's talk about the issue you were arguing about before."
"About why we should take the initiative to help the Human Empire... and the bright future I promised you!"
