Chapter 1793: Wrongly Believed in Velen, Mistaken for Life
"Who are you using as collateral?" Rakish looked at his subordinates.
The subordinates retreated one after another, their eyes evasive.
The Dread Lord shook his head: "Even if we are willing to be hostages, I'm afraid they won't agree. We must be a heavyweight."
"Who's the heavyweight?" Rakish wondered.
The Dread Lord said nothing and looked up at the ceiling, letting Lakish realize it on his own.
After wondering for a long time, Lakish understood and said loudly:
"Jaina, you should know that I have an extremely close relationship with my father Velen. How about using my father as collateral?"
Jaina was silent for a long time: "Are you really willing to use Prophet Velen as collateral?"
Lakish was a little reluctant: "If you agree, I will immediately open the portal and send my father over. Although our father and son have a deep love, for the sake of justice, this is the only way."
Jaina smiled: "Forget it, what's the point of asking for an old thing? Lakish, you already have the collateral I want."
Lakish looked indifferent: "You are joking, I can't get legendary equipment like the Lion Heart Shield."
"No, you have it on you. It is far more precious than the Lion Heart Shield. It is an ancient artifact, but it is a pity that it is not of high value to you."
Jaina raised her voice: "I want U'zul in chains."
Lakish's subordinates were puzzled. They were all Lakish's cronies, but they had never heard of such a thing.
Even the Dread Lord who was engaged in intelligence had a surprised look on his face. He carefully observed Lakish's expression and a look of surprise flashed across his face.
"There's something weird!" The Dread Lord muttered in his heart.
Rakish concealed it very well: "I have never heard of Uzul in chains."
Jaina's voice was cold: "Lakish, stop hiding it. I know all about the dirty past of escaping from the planet Argus, the Holy Light Legion and the Burning Legion."
Rakish blew out a breath of evil energy from his nose:
"Impossible, I have silenced all the parties involved. How could you possibly know that you are not Gianna?"
Jaina's voice was very soft:
"Uzul, the third master on the planet Argus after Archimonde and Kil'jaeden, the chief eredar archmage, is as powerful as a hundred Medivhs. It's a pity that he shouldn't trust your father Wei.
Lun."
"Shut up, stop talking." Rakesh yelled angrily.
"Do you want me to say it in public?" Jaina sneered maliciously: "This starts from 25,000 years ago, when the Draenei escaped from the planet Argus..."
"Okay, you win, I'm willing to hand over the shackled Uzul to you as collateral." Rakish raised his hands, fearing that Jaina would continue.
Looking at Jaina angrily? Lakish took out a bronze mirror from his arms.
An ancient mirror? Inlaid with a circle of mysterious runes, there is a space inside the mirror, and a huge thing is vaguely sealed.
Lakish was chanting a spell, and screams kept coming from the mirror.
After the spell ended, a green light shot out of the mirror, and a strange four-hoofed creature appeared in front of everyone.
If you look closely, it is made up of multiple corpses. There are a total of twenty-three Draenei heads.
The head in the center is very young. The eyes are closed tightly. The muscles on the face are constantly trembling. It seems to be suffering from great pain.
The Dread Lord secretly took a breath? For some unspeakable reasons, he knew many secret past events.
Twenty-five thousand years ago, a super genius was born on the planet Argus. He became the chief mage of the Eredar at the age of less than two hundred years.
This person is Uzul.
People all believe that as long as Uzul is given a thousand years, he will definitely become the first person in Argus.
Some even say that he is the reincarnation of the Argus star soul.
Uzul had a great future, but it was a pity that he mistakenly believed in the prophet Velen.
When Prophet Velen led the draenei to escape, Archimonde and Kil'jaeden led the eredar elite to pursue them.
U'zul led twenty-two of Argus's best archmages to cover the draenei's retreat.
Archimonde and Kil'jaeden cherished their talent and could not bear to kill the genius, so they spared their efforts.
Afterwards, faced with countless temptations from the Burning Legion, U'zul remained unmoved and always insisted on believing in Velen.
Not long after escaping from the planet Argus, Uzul and Velen had a conflict of ideas, and the two sides had many quarrels.
Uzul thought it was just a normal quarrel and still respected Velen very much.
Viren, however, regards him as a political enemy who must be eliminated quickly.
So Velen found Lakish, who had surrendered to the Burning Legion, and asked for a bottle of precious magic potion.
During a simple banquet, Velen poisoned the wine with a magic potion, poisoning Uzul and his twenty-two followers.
Rakish hired a Legion technician to twist their corpses into a strange creature, the shackled U'zul.
After Kil'jaeden learned of this, U'zul went completely crazy.
Kil'jaeden was very sorry and rewarded Rakish as usual, and was promoted to general of the Burning Legion.
Lakish looked at the monster in front of him sarcastically: "Jaina, what you want is Uzul's magical knowledge. Give up. As early as 25,000 years ago, I tortured him into a madman. The so-called
The eredar genius was nothing more than that, and now he is just an ugly mount."
"But he is very important to you. Only after betraying Uzul did you become a general." Jaina said.
"Haha, Uzul is a fool. My father just fooled him with a few words, and he believed me and was willing to sacrifice his life for my father."
Rakish looked proud: "When my father and I tortured him, do you know how broken he was? How dare such a person call himself a super genius?"
After taking back the shackled Uzul, Rakish threw the bronze mirror to Jaina:
"Now, we can discuss the terms."
Jaina took the bronze mirror, carefully put it away, and said:
"Kill Illidan and you will become the Lord of Outland. The conditions are the same as Thrall's. I want Zangarmarsh and one million orc sacrifices."
Rakish hesitated and said: "The Mag'har orcs suffered heavy losses in the past few days. Give me three years and I will make them multiply like animals."
"Can!"
Jaina agreed happily, and the tentacles made way.
Rakish finally got his wish and led his cronies into the meeting hall of the Dark Temple.
The meeting hall was unusually quiet and breathing could be heard. Rakish immediately saw Illidan sitting on the throne with his eyes closed and concentrating.
But what happened next left him completely stunned.
The masters of the tribe sent by Thrall, the elite of the alliance led by the bastard prince of Stormwind City, the outstanding adventurers of Azeroth, the Mag'har orcs, and the murlocs stood straight in two rows, with strange smiles on their faces.
"Illidan, what have you done?"
Rakish only felt a chill on his back.
Looking at his cronies, the same silly smile appeared on his face, and he stood quietly on the right side, facing a group of fishmen.
"Son of Velen, Rakish." Illidan said tiredly: "Has your father ever taught you what is the most precious thing in the universe?"
Lakish's legs felt weak and he smiled and said, "I don't know."
"It's knowledge." Illidan took off his blindfold and opened his eyes: "The accumulation of wisdom from generation to generation, the precious wealth gained from countless experiences and lessons. I don't have much strength left, but the knowledge in my mind is still there. You
I don’t know why they are like this, it’s a gap in knowledge.”