The Broken Isles, the city of Sulamar in the upper elves.

After Casanatyr personally entered Sulama and negotiated the terms with the city's master, Lady Elisander, who was loyal to Queen Ayshara 10,000 years ago, the only remaining Dreadlords migrated to the city after repeated blows, and they unceremoniously occupied a mansion on the edge of the city as their base of operations.

This upper-level elven city left over from the explosion of the Well of Eternity, relying on the power of the ancient artifact Eye of Almansur, still maintains the magnificence and majesty of 10,000 years ago, and the life here is naturally much better than staying in the Naviku tribe in the Stormfjord, and all the Dreadlords feel very satisfied, especially the god king Skowald has passed the second trial of the shield of Agrama, which makes the Dreadlords have great expectations for the current progress of things.

Once the Agrama Shield is in hand, along with the Eye of Amansur hidden deep in the city of Sulamah, this means that the Dreadlords will receive two Pillars of Creation at the same time, which means that they will fulfill the requirements of the Dark Titans, and Nasrezm will be appreciated by the Dark Titans, who will wield great power.

"Alas, alas, my old friend Bainholler does not see the day of our victory."

In this magical mansion, Casanatyr, who was incarnated as the upper elf of Sulama, and several other dreaddemon lords were drinking, and the first lord said with some emotion:

"That fool Malones not only failed himself, but also took the life of Bainholler, and no one knows where Bainholler died... Poor old thing, not even the soul can return to the Twisted Void... Destroy all the forms and gods. ”

"yes, Bainholler's death is too undeserving."

Tykdios regained the trust of Casanatyr by risking a life-and-death crisis to complete his mission to dedicate the hammer of Kazgros to the Dark Titans, and he also incarnated as an upper elf, holding a glass of wine and pretending:

"Died in the night before dawn, but speaking of which, that bastard from Banazar has been missing lately, and we haven't heard from it since the alleged appearance of the undead in Assuna... You guys, will it also..."

"I think it's likely!"

Sitting on the sofa, Varimatus did not become an upper elf, it only shrunk its body, and the Dreadlord relaxed and stretched his wings, and said to Casanatire and Tikdios in a shadowy way:

"That fool is always clumsy, it's ambitious, but it's a pity that it always messes things up, and in the War of the Ancients, it was the leader of the Legion's fleet, but so what? Its fleet has not been able to annihilate even a single Azeroth rebel, and if you want me to say, Banazar is not worthy of its current lordship, and we should remove him from his position! Then let the more capable Nasrezm inherit its place! ”

This playful rebuke made Casanatyr, who sat on the throne, narrow, and the cunning and brutal First Lord seemed to be thinking about something, and after a moment, it looked at Varimathas:

"Do you have any recommendations?"

Hearing this, Varimasas immediately came to his senses, the Dreadlord this race with millions of members in the stars, is ruled by the Dreadlord Lord Council, although the first, second, and third lords have great power, but the entire lord's council has a full 139 seats, although most of the members are contributing to the conquest of the legion in other galaxies, it is unknown, but this is indeed a very large organization.

Moreover, the Dreadlord Lords also have their own factions, and the internal struggle is also very fierce, although the Dreadlord is limited to bloodlines and cannot kill each other, but the loser of the political struggle is often more terrible than death.

"My subordinates, Sauronor, who has been hiding in Azeroth for many years, and Diasolus, who is in charge of managing the legion in the rear, are members who are very willing to contribute to the entire Nasrezm race, and they are also very capable, and I think they are suitable to enter the Council of Dread."

Varimatas lowered his eyebrows and whispered:

"They're all happy to serve the First Lord, too."

"Well, I've seen these up-and-comers in the Legion Bulletin, and they're really capable."

First Lord Kasanatir clutched his jaw, and just as he was about to make a decision, a low-level Dreadlord disguised as a guard of the Sulamar Nightchildren walked into the hall, and it reported in a deep voice:

"Your Excellency First Lord, Lord Banazar has returned, and it awaits your summons."

"Huh?"

Casanatyr's train of thought was interrupted, much to the displeasure of Varimasas, but it didn't say anything, and as for Tikdios, who was leaning to the side, the guy looked at Varimatus with a mocking smile, and he gloated:

"This world is really evil, just talking about it, it is coming."

As he spoke, the embarrassed Banazar was escorted into the hall by several lower-level Dreadlords, and the moment it entered the hall, Varimathas was shocked:

"Yo, who is this? The poor loser is back... How? Has your new undead master mercifully given you a life to come back as a spy? You're... Traitor! ”

Banazal, who was already full of fire, was about to jump up and confront Varimasas, but the gloomy and calm voice in his heart dissuaded:

"Ignore it, Varimatus is just a senseless idiot, the key is Casanatyr, its attitude is what matters... Listen to me and come according to our plan! ”

Banazar then forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and without saying a word, he took out a rag bag from his bosom and threw it on the table in front of Casanatyr, and the embarrassed, weak Dreadlord coughed lightly:

"Fortunately, the First Lord... I've brought back the Tide Stone! ”

"Huh?"

Casanatyr's narrowed eyes flashed with a gleam, and he reached out and opened the rag bag, looking at the two broken stones that shone like the light of the tide, and the atmosphere in the whole hall froze for a moment.

The first to break the peace was Tikdios, the second lord of the Dreadlord who let out a pretentious scream:

"Oh my God! It... Shattered! ”

The voice was full of schadenfreude, and Casanatyr's gaze fell on Banazal, apparently the First Lord waiting for an explanation.

"This stone, 10,000 years ago, before the Legion landed in Azeroth, was shattered!"

Banazal whispered:

"My operation in Asuna was successful, and from the mouths of those spirits, I learned the truth of everything, it was used by Queen Aishara to carry out a vicious curse, and the queen crushed it with her own power, but it doesn't matter, what we need is not the artifact itself, but the divine power it contains about Gogonas the Angry Drinker, so even if it is a fragment, it can still satisfy the Dark Titan."

"I don't care about that!"

Casanatyr's voice was mixed with a hint of undisguised irritation:

"Where did the other pieces go?"

This question made Banazar swallow hard, and he said with some reluctance:

"In the hands of the Darkblade Legion!"

"Bang"

The First Lord's claws slammed on the table, and the sumptuous stone table shattered at this moment, and in the midst of the rubble, the gloomy voice of Casanatier echoed in the hall:

"Haunted crumbs! There are traces of their meddling everywhere! It's disgusting! But you... Your failure is disgusting! ”

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Banazal shouted:

"I grabbed two pieces before Tyrion arrived, and I've been hiding all this time... First Lord, listen to me! ”

"Huh"

The First Lord's sharp claws had already choked Banazal's neck, but the next moment, Banazal's shout made the eyes of the three Dreaddemon Lord Lords present sharpen.

"We've got a traitor!"

"Buzz"

Casanatyr's claws were retracted, and it stood in front of Banazar's eyes, it stared indifferently at Banazar's eyes, the fear of the Demon King's eyes became strangely calm at this moment, and between the four eyes, a sudden smile hung on the corner of the First Lord's mouth, but it was fleeting.

"What did you say?"

"We have traitors! First Lord, listen to me, Asuna's actions are completely secret, and the Darkblade Legion shouldn't have known about it at all, but they got stuck in the battle at a very delicate moment, and they caught us off guard, and Hassabel was sent to Azeroth by the fraudsters and died, if I hadn't prepared in advance, I'm afraid I would have died there! ”

A hint of panic and resentment flashed in Banazal's eyes, and its gaze crossed Casanatyr's body and fell on Varimasas, who said in a sinister tone:

"Apparently, there is a traitor among us who has reported our actions to the Darkblade Legion in advance... Think about it, brothers, why is it that every one of our actions is so precisely intervened by the Dark Blade? And poor Bainholler, our companion deliberately separated from Malonos on the battlefield of Mount Hyjal in order to keep it secret, but it was also killed, as if walking into an ambush that had been prepared for a long time! ”

Banazar stared fiercely at Varimasas, meaningfully:

"There are traitors among Nasrezm! There is no doubt that the first lord... Don't let those disgusting traitors distract you from your thinking. ”

"Damn it! Why are you looking at me like that? ”

Varimatsas sensed a kind of crisis, and now Banazar was like a mad dog, in order to wash away his failures, he was frantically deducting the black pot for others, but what he said was very reasonable, this fearful demon king who also had a ghost in his heart jumped up from the sofa and shouted:

"Do you think I'm a traitor? Bastard, I'm the most loyal to the First Lord and Nasrezm! ”

"Enough!"

Casanatyr shouted, suppressing the confrontation between the two, and it glanced at Banazal and whispered:

"Warimass is not a traitor, the time you were attacked, it was staying with me in Surama, negotiating with the cunning Elisandr... As for Tikdios..."

"I'll be handing over the hammer to Skowald, boss."

Tikdios shrugged:

"It's not me either!"

"But there are two other High Lords who are not here..."

Banazal whispered:

"Anatheron and Mephistos, those two guys came to Azeroth, but they didn't join us, apparently, they've clung to the thighs of the fraudsters, First Lord... They're the bastards who want us to lose the most, they want to keep their position, they're suspicious! ”

"Do you want me to get them?"

Warimasas immediately showed his loyalty to Casanatyr, and he said very doggedly:

"With the power we have at the moment, it's easy to set traps and catch them without knowing it!"

"Nope! Don't catch! ”

Casanatyr looked back at the fragment of the Tide Stone that had been visited on the table, and it whispered:

"The most important job now is to collect the Pillars of Creation, and the task commanded by the Dark Titan cannot be delayed, but... But now that the fraudsters have reached out to us, we can't just sit idly by, and right now, there's a good opportunity. ”

"Brothers... Do you want to use the Well of the Night charged with the Eye of Amansur in Sulama to make a "surprise" for our fraudsters? ”

The First Lord of Nasrezm touched his chin, and it whispered:

"Hasn't it always wanted to come to Azeroth in person and lead an army to destroy the world? With the energy of the Well of Night, it's enough to open a portal to Argus... We'd like to welcome the fraudsters... Huh"

"Since the Darkblades are so fond of being-stirring sticks, I think they'll love having a 'friendly exchange' with the fraudsters as well..."

Casanatire looked at the other Dreadlords, and the dangerous glint in his eyes sent shudders to everyone:

"At that point, whether Tyrion kills Kilgardan or Kilgardan hacks Tyrion to death, it will do us no good, and we can even... The fisherman profits..."

"I'm done... Who is for and who is against? ”

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That night, at the bottom of the Temple of Order in Sulama City, deep in the underground secret room, Casanatyr, disguised as the mage of the upper elf Night Sun, stood alone above the Night Well that provided magic power to Sulama City, and it looked at the large magic hub below that was very similar to the original Sun Well, and it seemed to be thinking about something.

Behind it, Banazal, dressed in a robe, slowly came to the First Lord's side, and it stood with the First Lord, and a calm voice came into the ears of the First Lord:

"What's it like to be a villain? Tulayan? ”

The First Lord shrugged:

"Can't you feel it? Aren't you also a villain now? Actually, if you want me to say, it feels pretty good... And, welcome to our "big family", my old friend, I am glad to see the end of your soul labor, and I am glad to see you join this great cause, and I think Master Antonidas must be very happy too..."

"Anyway, welcome to be a part of the Legion villains, and for this sacred and special occasion, would you like to have a drink? Sulama's magic wine is a local must, of course, I please! ”

"This is to welcome my old friend... Khadgar! ”