Chapter 311 Dai Lin's Ominous Premonition (4 more)
(The monthly ticket's entire mental circuit echoed with Ner'zhul's wanton and arrogant laughter. Kel'Thuzad shrunk his spirit into a small ball, humbly sharing his master's joy.
This is a grand goal, the only way to immortality and eternal life.
Terenas? That poor old man still doesn't know that he is just a chess piece that can be discarded at any time.
Thinking of this, the corners of Kel'Thuzad's real mouth raised crazily, showing a sarcastic expression.
Of course, projected into Ner'zhul's spiritual world, he is still the devout servant. His disrespect is only directed at Terenas.
"Your Majesty the Great Lich King, please note that until Macdonald Stratholme dies, Arthas will not be convinced even if he becomes a death knight. Macdonald is Alsace's last light of hope."
"Light of hope?" Ner'zhul said contemptuously: "It doesn't matter, as long as you gather enough souls, [Frostmourne] will be invincible! When Arthas killed him with his own hands, he swore to repay the favor at the cost of his life.
Being a good brother is the most important part of this ethical drama!"
"Your Majesty, your wisdom is unparalleled in the world!" Kel'Thuzad flattered.
"Of course!" Perhaps the more suppressed he was, the stronger the backlash was. Without Kil'jaeden's guidance, Ner'zhul's ambitions began to sprout: "Yes, it's almost time for you to withdraw. Stratholme seems to be in control.
There is no need to take risks with the spell to dispel souls, just let those troublesome Dread Lords die for you."
"clear!"
Severing the mental connection with Kel'Thuzad, Ner'zhul immediately contacted one of the people he called the troublemakers.
"Mal'Ganis!"
"Awaiting your orders, my lord."
What appeared in Ner'zhul's spiritual sea was a demonic creature with huge purple bat wings and horns on its head.
The Dreadlord is a kind of intelligent and cunning demon. They are the intelligence officers and interrogators of the Burning Legion. They are one of the high-level demons of the Burning Legion. They serve as secret police or interrogators in the Burning Legion.
They are a race of villains without any sympathy. They live off the energy of mortal creatures. They often use intimidation or deception to make each other fratricide, and then let the whole world fall under their dark influence. They use control
The enemy's thoughts have conquered many worlds and turned them into his minions.
"How are you preparing?"
"It's going very well. At 12 o'clock tonight, 70% of the palace guards, servants and maids will be transformed into the undead."
"Very good, let's leave some people alive to show off. Let's wait for tomorrow's throne meeting to launch together!"
"clear."
With his spiritual connection cut off again, Ner'zhul found himself feeling...cold.
right!
In the spiritual world, he is the omnipotent Lich King.
In reality, he was just a tool randomly thrown into the snowfields of Northrend by Kil'jaeden!
Sorry, the word [人] must be removed!
The huge gap between 'omnipotent' and 'unable to do anything' made him feel uncomfortable.
The despair and pain imprisoned in the ice crystal skeleton almost drove Ner'zhul crazy.
"It's that damn McDonald's who saw through my plan! Otherwise, I could just season Alsace into something that suits me best!"
"If he hadn't made the alliance so strong, if Orgrim had been stronger and destroyed the alliance, there wouldn't have been so much trouble! No!"
"Damn! Damn! Damn!"
"Endure! Endure! Yes! I will endure it until Arthas inserts [Frostmourne] into MacDonald's chest."
"Hahaha! That is the grandest delicacy!"
Ner'zhul was talking to himself a little incoherently. This was the best way for him to stay sane, otherwise he would have completely collapsed under the abuse of Kil'jaeden's soul.
Time passes by minute by minute.
The beautiful Royal Palace of Lordaeron is undergoing changes unknown to outsiders.
Uther felt a little confused. He suddenly received an order from above, asking him to look at the gate.
Since entering the palace, he has not been welcomed by his colleagues. There is no way, among all the guard captains, he is the only civilian, and the other captains are still knights no matter how good they are.
Uther stood firm in his beliefs.
He accepted all this silently, and whenever he had the opportunity, he would patiently and tirelessly explain the moral principles of the Holy Light to every colleague who spoke harshly to him, even if the other party was not willing to listen.
A throne meeting was going to be held today. Since early in the morning, Uther had been at the gate watching the gorgeous carriages entering.
To be honest, the standards of this meeting are not very high.
All countries are busy rebuilding after the war. Among the seven human kingdoms, only Kul Tiras and Lordaeron are attended by kings.
The Kingdom of Stormwind sent Gavin Ladd*Doom as a representative.
Dalaran sent Drandon, a member of the Kirin Tor Council of Six.
Alterac is represented by Countess Katrina Presto.
Due to the disappearance of the acting king Danath Trollbane, Stromgard was represented by the currently highest-ranking Admiral Auslet (domestic military rank).
As for Gilneas, they simply didn't send anyone.
Among the many dukes, Macdonald resigned, Lao Mo and Abbendis were still guarding the Keep, and only the Duke of Lordamre came.
As for the marquis and earls, there were still more than a dozen present.
Uther meticulously saluted each of the great men's carriages.
Arriving at the main hall, King Dailin was stunned. His bodyguard shouted at the Lordaeron ceremonial officer in front of him: "What? Do you know who is next to me? Even His Majesty Proudmoore is not allowed to carry weapons.
Come in?"
The ceremony officer was sweating coldly, nodding and bowing repeatedly, and repeated: "I'm really sorry. Several of you insist that their dead ancestors still have the supreme glory, and their words and deeds of opposition are quite fierce. In order for today's meeting to be held as one,
Held in a civilized manner to avoid unnecessary harm caused by excessive actions. His Majesty Menethil ordered that all participants are prohibited from bringing weapons inside."
Dai Lin sighed, of course he understood the power of tradition: "Forget it, as the most loyal ally of Lordaeron, I have no reason not to trust the Royal Guards of Lordaeron."
Dai Lin handed over his scimitar and musket, and entered wearing only a ceremonial sword.
The sword is just a show-off, the blade is as thin as paper, and it doesn't even have an edge.
After entering, Dai Lin found that he was the second to last one to arrive.
Of course, it is customary for Terenas to appear last as the leader of the alliance.
After Dai Lin sat down, the door to the throne conference room was closed, the magic circle was opened as usual, and then the ceremony officer called the name.
"The gods in the sky bear witness - the great..." the ceremony officer opened his mouth and said a series of titles: "His Majesty Terenas Menethil has arrived -"
For some reason, Dailin had an extremely ominous premonition the moment he saw Terenas' pale face without a trace of blood.
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