After Kasanatir personally entered Suramar and negotiated terms with the city's controller, the Grand Magister Ms. Elisande, who was loyal to Queen Azshara thousands of years ago, only
The remaining Dread Lords all migrated to this city, and they unceremoniously occupied a mansion owned by Elisande on the edge of the city as their base of operations.
This upper elf city left over from the explosion of the Well of Eternity relies on the power of the ancient artifact Eye of Aman'Thul to still maintain its splendor and majesty thousands of years ago. Life here is naturally better than staying in Stormheim.
The life of the Vrykul tribe is much better, and all the Dread Lords are very satisfied, especially the God King Skovald has passed the second trial of the Shield of Aggramar, which makes the Dread Lords feel satisfied with the current situation.
Things are progressing with great expectations.
Once the Shield of Aggramar is obtained, coupled with the Eye of Aman'Thul hidden deep in the city of Suramar, this means that the Dread Lords will obtain two Pillars of Creation at the same time, which means that they will complete the Dark
At the request of the Titans, the Nathrezim will receive praise from the Dark Titans, who will hold great power.
"Alas, it's a pity that my old friend Bernholler can't see the day of our victory."
In this magical mansion, Cassanatir, who transformed into the upper elf of Suramar, and several other Dreadlords were drinking wine. The first lord said with some emotion:
"That idiot Maronos not only failed himself, but also took the life of Bain Holler. No one knows where Bain Holler died... The poor old guy couldn't even return his soul to the Twisting Nether.
...Both body and soul will be destroyed.”
"Yeah, it's not worth it for Bernhalle to die."
Because Tichondrius risked his life and death to complete the mission of dedicating the Hammer of Khazgoroth to the Dark Titan, he regained the trust of Cassanatir. He also transformed into an upper elf, holding a glass of wine and pretending
said:
"Died in the dark night before dawn, but speaking of which, that bastard Balnazzar has also disappeared recently. After the undead appeared in Azsuna, we haven't heard from him anymore... You, it
Will it also..."
"I think it's very possible!"
Varimathras, who was sitting on the sofa, did not turn into an upper elf, it just shrank its body. The fear lord relaxed and stretched his wings, and said to Cassanatil and Tichondrius in a conspiratorial manner.
arrive:
"That idiot Balnazzar is always clumsy. It is very ambitious, but unfortunately it always fails. During the War of the Ancients, it was still the fleet leader of the legion, but so what? It commanded
The fleet failed to annihilate even a single Azerothian rebel. If you ask me, Balnazzar is not worthy of its current position as lord. We should remove it! And let the more capable Nathrez
Mu will inherit its position!"
This playful scolding made Cassanatil, who was sitting in the main seat, narrow his eyes. This cunning and cruel first lord seemed to be thinking about something. After a moment, he looked at Varimathras:
"Do you have anyone to recommend?"
Hearing this, Varimathras immediately became energetic. The Dreadlords, a race with millions of members among the stars, are ruled by a council of Dreadlord Lords. Although the first, second, and third lords are powerful
power, but the entire Lords Council has a total of 139 seats. Although most of its members are contributing to the Legion's conquest in other galaxies and are unknown to the public, this is indeed a very large organization.
Moreover, the Dread Lords also have their own factions, and the internal struggles are also very fierce. Although the Dread Lords are limited by their bloodline and cannot kill each other, the losers in political struggles often suffer a situation more terrifying than death.
"My subordinates, Sauron Nor, who has been hiding in Azeroth for many years, and Diasorus, who is responsible for managing the legion in the rear, are both members who are very willing to contribute to the entire Nasrezim race.
, they are also very capable, I think they are very suitable to enter the Parliament of Fear."
Varimathras lowered his eyebrows and said softly:
"They are also happy to serve the First Lord."
"Well, I have seen these rising stars in the legion battle report. They are indeed very capable."
The first lord, Kasanatir, scratched his chin. Just when it was about to make a decision, a low-level dreadlord disguised as a Nightborne guard of Suramar walked into the hall. It reported in a deep voice:
"Your Excellency, First Lord, Lord Balnazar is back and is waiting for your summons."
"Um?"
Kasanatil's train of thought was interrupted, which made Varimathras very dissatisfied, but it didn't say anything. As for Tichondrius, who was leaning aside, this guy looked at it with a mocking smile.
Looking at Varimathras, it gloated and said:
"This world is really evil. Just as we were talking about it, it came."
As he spoke, Balnazzar, who was in a state of embarrassment, was escorted into the hall by several lower-level fear devils. The moment he entered the hall, Varimathras became angry:
"Hey, look who this is? The poor loser is back...what? Your new undead master kindly gave you a life and asked you to come back as a spy? You...traitor!"
Balnazar, who was already filled with anger, was about to jump up and confront Varimathras, but the gloomy and calm voice in his heart dissuaded him:
"Ignore it. Varimathras is just a meaningless idiot. The key is Kasanatil. Its attitude is the most important...Listen to me and follow our plan!"
So Balnazzar forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart. Without saying a word, he took out a rag bag from his arms and threw it on the table in front of Cassanatir. The embarrassed and weak Dread Lord lightly
Coughed:
"Fortunately, First Lord... I brought back the Tide Stone!"
"Um?"
Cassanatil's narrowed eyes immediately flashed with a gleam of light. He stretched out his hand, opened the rag bag, and looked at the two broken stones that shone like the light of the ocean tide. The atmosphere in the entire hall changed.
Time is a little stagnant.
The first person to break the calm was Tichondrius, the second lord of the Dread Lord, who let out a pretentious scream:
"Oh my God! It... broke!"
The voice was full of gloating, and Cassanatir's eyes also fell on Balnazzar. Obviously, the First Lord was waiting for an explanation.
"This stone was broken ten thousand years ago before the Legion landed on Azeroth!"
Balnazar said softly:
"My actions in Azsuna were successful. From the mouths of those ghosts, I learned the truth about everything. It was used by Queen Azshara to cast a vicious curse, and the queen used her own power to crush it.
It, but that doesn’t matter, what we need is not the artifact itself, but the divine power it contains about Gorgonas the Roarer, so even if it is a fragment, it can still satisfy the Dark Titan."
"I don't care about that!"
Cassanatil's voice was mixed with a hint of undisguised annoyance:
"Where did the other pieces go?"
This question made Balnazar swallow hard, and he said unwillingly:
"In the hands of the Dark Blade Legion!"
"Bang"
The first lord's claws slapped the table hard, and the luxurious stone table shattered at this moment. Amidst the scattered stones, Cassanatil's gloomy voice echoed in the hall:
"The lingering bastards! There are traces of their interference everywhere! How disgusting! But you...your failure is really disgusting!"
Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Balnazar shouted loudly:
"I grabbed two pieces before Tyrion arrived. I have been hiding here and there for a while... First Lord, listen to my explanation!"
"Shua"
The sharp claws of the First Lord had already strangled Balnazar's neck, but the next moment, Balnazar's shout made the eyes of the three Dread Lords present sharpen.
"We have a traitor in our midst!"
"Buzz"
Cassanatil retracted his claws and stood in front of Balnazar. He stared at Balnazar's eyes indifferently. The fearful eyes of the Dread Lord became strangely calm at this moment.
In response, a sudden smile appeared on the corner of the first lord's mouth, but it disappeared in an instant.
"What did you say?"
"There are traitors among us! First Lord, listen to me, Azuna's actions are completely confidential, and the Dark Blade Legion should not know about it at all, but they intervened in the battle at a very delicate moment and hit us.
Caught off guard, Hasabel, who was sent to Azeroth by the Deceiver, died in battle. If I hadn’t made preparations in advance, I might have died there too!”
There was a flash of panic and resentment in Balnazar's eyes. It looked past Casanatir's body and landed on Varimathras. Balnazar said in a sinister tone:
"Obviously, there is a traitor among us who reported all our actions to the Dark Blade Legion in advance... Think about it, brothers, why is every action of ours so accurately intervened by the Dark Blade? And
Poor Bernhorle, our companions deliberately separated from Maronos on the battlefield of Mount Hyjal in order to remain secretive, but it was also killed, as if it had walked into an ambush that had been prepared for a long time!"
Balnazzar stared at Varimathras fiercely and said meaningfully:
"There are traitors among the Nathrezim! There is no doubt about it, First Lord... don't let those disgusting traitors interfere with your thinking."
"Damn it! Why are you looking at me like that?"
Varimathras sensed a crisis. Now Balnazzar is like a mad dog. In order to wash away his own failure, he is frantically blaming others, but what he says makes sense.
The Dread Lord, who also had a ghost, jumped up from the sofa and shouted:
"Do you think I am a traitor? Bastard, I am the most loyal to the First Lord and the Nasrezim!"
"Enough!"
Cassanatir shouted, suppressing the confrontation between the two. It glanced at Balnazzar and whispered:
"Varimathras is not a traitor. When you were attacked, he was staying with me in Suramar, negotiating with the cunning Elisande... As for Tichondrius..."
"I was handing over the Holy Hammer to Skovard at that time, boss."
Tichondrius shrugged:
"Not me either!"
"But there are two high-ranking lords who are not here..."
Balnazar said softly:
"Analsalon and Mephistros, those two guys came to Azeroth, but did not join us. Obviously, they have hugged the Deceiver's thigh tightly. The First Lord... they are what they want most.
The bastards who brought us down, they want to keep their position, they are fishy!"
"Do you want me to catch them?"
Varimathras immediately expressed his loyalty to Kasanatir, and he said very rudely:
"With the power we currently have, it will be easy to set traps and catch them without anyone noticing!"
"No! I won't catch you!"
Kasanatil looked back at the fragment of the Tidestone that was on the table, and whispered:
"The most important task now is to collect the Pillars of Creation. The task ordered by the Dark Titan cannot be delayed, but...but now that the Deceiver has reached out to us, we can't just sit back and wait for death, and right now, there is a very
Good opportunity.”
"Brothers...you think, do you want to use the Nightwell powered by the Eye of Aman'Thul in Suramar City to create a "surprise" for our fraudsters?"
The First Lord of Nasrezim touched his chin and whispered:
"Hasn't it always wanted to come to Azeroth in person and lead its army to destroy the world? The energy of the Night Well is completely enough to open a portal to Argus... We sincerely welcome the Deceiver.
Come...hehe"
"Since the Dark Blade Legion likes to be a troublemaker so much, then I think they will also like to have a "friendly exchange" with the fraudster..."
Kasanatil looked at the other Dread Lords, and the dangerous light shining in its eyes made everyone shudder:
"At that time, whether Tyrion kills Kil'jaeden or Kil'jaeden hacks Tyrion to death, there will be no harm to us, and we can even... profit from it...
"
"I've finished my words...Who is in favor and who is against?"
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That night, at the bottom of the Hall of Order in Suramar City, in a secret chamber deep underground, Kasanatir, disguised as an upper elf Nightborne mage, stood alone above the Night Well that provides magic power to Suramar City.
Looking at the large magic hub below that is very similar to the original Sunwell, it seems to be thinking about something.
Behind it, Balnazar in a robe slowly came to the first lord. It stood with the first lord, and a calm voice came into the first lord's ears:
"How does it feel to be a villain? Turalyon?"
The First Lord shrugged:
"Don't you feel it? Aren't you a villain now? In fact, let me say, this feels pretty good... and welcome to our "big family", my old friend, I am very happy
Seeing that your soul's hard labor is over, I am also very happy to see you join this great cause, and I think Master Antonidas must be very happy too..."
"Anyway, welcome to become a member of the legion's villains. For this sacred and special moment, would you like to have a drink? Suramar's magic wine is the best in the local area. Of course, I invite you!"
