The Lich King Neozu was a very complex man, and when he was still the Great Chief of the Orcs, he embodied a contradiction in his personality.

At the moment when Tyrion tempted him to send most of the orcs to Azeroth, it was true that Neozu took the last step out of guilt for his people, but after being defeated by Tyrion, the King of the Dark Blades felt the struggling desire to survive in Neozu's heart.

How so?

This orc chief may be wise, but deep down, he is actually a person who is not strong enough, not great enough to be willing to sacrifice himself for the right thing, but also not so despicable as to use all means to achieve his goal, isn't this the character trait of ordinary people?

Perhaps for Naozu, the greatest tragedy of his life was that he was forcibly pushed down by fate in a position where he should not be, and suffered the pain and suffering that he should not have endured.

But in any case, he has survived to the end, at this moment, judging by the power at his disposal, Neozu is undoubtedly one of the most powerful rulers of Azeroth, although in the entire civilized world, it seems that not many people have heard of his name, but soon, this name will spread throughout the human world, and everyone will know it.

"It will take at least 1 month for the undead on the Eastern Front to penetrate the heavily defended Hinterland, once the Human Empire increases its troops in that direction, it will take even longer, the legions can't wait anymore, we must get this matter done before the polluters are furious!"

On the ice fortress in the deepest part of the Norrend continent, in the frozen hall where the Dreadlords gathered, the atmosphere today is somewhat different, the first lord of Azeroth's infiltration operation, Tikdios, was recalled by the archdemon Akmund to the stars, and after it left, Casanatyr who had successfully seized power strode into the core of the ruling area of the undead scourge surrounded by the lord of Nasrezm.

Of course, this is an illusion, the body of Casanatyr, that is, the Great Knight Tulayan, is still in Lordanlen, and he can only participate in the Council of the Dreadlord in this way, but even if it is an illusion, he is not polite, but sits directly on the throne of Tikdios, and naturally says to the other Dreadlords:

"Speak your mind, ladies and gentlemen, we're now tied together, one in glory and one in loss... But think about it, the Book of Medivan and the Scepter of Sargeras are already in hand, and we only need to capture Traran, and it will take us less than 10 hours to completely complete this obscure thing, and then... That's a new era for us. ”

"I don't know what Tikdios has done to you, but listen to me, my idea as a person is simple, as long as we join forces and drive Tikdios out of the Council of Fear, I can promise you that once we find the Pillar of the World... There are five of them, each of you can get one, and when the time comes, let's go meet the Dark Titan... Think about it, it is a supreme gift that will be given to each and every one of us! ”

According to the Lich King's original plan, after the undead broke through Silvermoon City, they would go all the way south along the mountains of Quel'Thalas and Stratholme, and in less than 10 days, they could completely cholerize the core area of the human empire.

But now, Quel'Thalas is completely covered by the spreading living forest, and even the undead cannot compete with such an explosive life creation in a short period of time, which leads to the undead natural disaster on the eastern front having to move the battlefield, but in this way, it will not only expose the offensive of the undead natural disaster in advance, but also make the human countries more vigilant, and take the human magic city of Dalaran within 20 days of boasting about Haikou, which is purely a bit of a fool's dream.

With Casanatyr's encouragement, the Dreadlords' "enthusiasm for work" had apparently increased somewhat, and they lowered their voices and chatted for a moment, and finally Bainholler, the oldest of them, spoke:

"If it's just taking advantage of the chaos to attack Dalaran, it's not impossible, before you come back, Casanatyr and Tikdios let us send a lot of plague cauldrons to the hinterland of Lordaeron and Hillsbrad Hills, those things are disguised as grain processors, as long as we choose a suitable time, ignite most of the plague cauldron at once, it only takes 1 day to transform... Fear will overwhelm humanity, and then chaos! ”

"In the midst of the chaos, the Lich King can take the opportunity to pull up those corpses and gain a considerable amount of power in the hinterland of the Northern Frontier in an instant."

"The plague cauldron?"

Casanatyr, who was sitting on the throne, immediately changed his eyes when he heard this word, but soon regained his composure, and asked in the cunning voice characteristic of the Dreadlord:

"The transformation efficiency of that thing is too low, how many did you send it?"

"Dozens, probably."

Grasping his chin, Varimathas replied:

"Although the human empire under the control of the human emperor is not monolithic, the number of humans who obey us is still too small, and it is difficult to completely cover an area, but this thing has been transformed, although it is primitive, but as long as you are lucky enough, in 1 day, the mist full of epidemics is enough to infect tens of thousands of people."

"I'm sure you also know, Casanatyr, the plague cauldron is mainly used to spread fear, once the chaos is opened, with the Lich King's ability, the entire Catacombs of the Stratholme region will come out of a steady stream of soldiers, it will not lack a source of soldiers at all."

"So... Luck? Are you betting everything on luck? ”

Casanaty said dissatisfied:

"Summoning the undead takes time! So what can a little guy do? This is far from enough, I am giving you 5 days to send more plague cauldrons to the northern Xinjiang, at least to ensure that more than 100,000 people can be infected at a time, and then the human race will be caught off guard... Wait, I suddenly came up with an even better idea..."

The eyes of the Dreadlord with black eyes rolled, and it looked at the others:

"You say, if the human race itself is in chaos, will the dark blade undead in southern Xinjiang let go of this opportunity? If they take advantage of the fire..."

"But the undead in southern Xinjiang don't have to be fooled."

The Dreadlord Malganis shook his head:

"That Tyrion, that's a tough thing to deal with."

"Hey, brothers, don't forget, I have another identity! He won't come to fight the humans in the north, I can take the paladin to fight them on his own initiative... Once the battle starts, I don't believe that Tyrion will not be fooled! ”

Casanatire laughed slyly twice, and he waved his hand in satisfaction:

"Anyway, go and do things, seduce the undead of the southern Xinjiang to take advantage of the chaos to attack the northern frontier, leave it to me, you just need to pinch the time, once the dark blade undead attract most of the power of the human empire, the Lich King will immediately command those brainless walking corpses to besiege Dalaran, what a perfect plan, everyone, I only have one question now, that is... Can you do it? ”

Having said that, the Dread Demon Kings naturally won't retreat, not to mention, doing these obscene things behind their backs is the favorite activity of the Dread Demon Kings, and naturally no one will object.

A few minutes later, Casanatyr's consciousness returned to his body in a church in Lordaeron, and he opened his eyes, looked left and right, and after repeatedly confirming that there was no detection magic or eavesdropping, the Grand Knight closed his eyes again, and he flipped the ring on his finger, and at the moment when the Episis crystal on the surface of the ring faintly shone, Tyrion's deep voice sounded in his ears:

"Are you crazy? Reach out to me like this? ”

"I know it's risky, but there's one thing you have to know... The Undead Scourge intends to release the undead plague in the hinterland of Northern Xinjiang in 5 days, and then take advantage of the chaos to besiege Dalaran, I need you and your legions to cooperate with me to attract the attention of the human defenders on the front line, and at the same time... If you can, those plague pots..."

The Grand Knight's voice silenced Tyrion for a moment, and after a few seconds, the King of the Blades let out a low sigh:

"What is this... It's ironic that I'm a villain who does all kinds of evil to protect ignorant humans before another villain does anything... Casanatyr, I hope that such a thing and such a request will not come up a second time! I know what's on your mind, but remember it clearly! ”

"There will always be people who will suffer, there will always be people who will be hurt by other people, you want to try your best to save everyone, but most of the time, you can't save everything, you have to accept this cruel reality, don't forget who you are now, you are a demon, or the nasty and dirtiest Nasrezm of demons, understand? , I will only help you this time, if you act so recklessly, next time, I am afraid that you will not be able to save anyone, including yourself! ”

This merciless rebuke choked all the words that the Grand Knight wanted to say back into his throat, and after a moment he nodded, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I know, but at least this time... Save as much as you can, that's what you can do... Kind of the last thing I can do for them. ”

"Hehe, from your standpoint, your meaningless conscience will kill you sooner or later."

Tyrion threw down a taunt and hung up the contact, the Grand Knight raised his head and looked at the statue of Holy Light in front of him, he took a deep breath, and in the stirring of the shadows behind him, he began to pray sincerely.

It seems to be praying in advance for the necessary victims of the great time.

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"If it weren't for the fact that he did a really good job, maybe this time, I would have completely abandoned him, and looking at his naïve views, it's really disappointing!"

Tyrion turned his head a little angrily, looking at a small box in his hand, which contained two fragments of evil rune stones, which were the "trophies" sent back to Stormwind through special channels a few days ago.

Although the runestone, which is capable of locating spatial coordinates, has been completely shattered and can no longer respond to coordinates outside the stars, it is still possible to track specific living beings in the hands of mages who have studied magic deeply.

At the call of Tyrion, soon, the Great Lich, who had recently been busy with the "Holy Light Will Extinguish" plan, appeared in the mansion of Stormwind City in the shattering of the portal, and the strongest and best spellcaster of the Darkblade Legion saw the shard of evil rune stone in Tyrion's hand at a glance, he stepped forward, picked one up with great interest, and put it in front of his eyes to look at it.

The silver eyes narrowed, and after a moment, the Grand Lich whispered:

"The spatial coordinates in here are broken, what do you want me to do with it?"

"Track & Target!"

Tyrion knocked on the table:

"This is a vital item sent by our friend, it contains a trace of the target's energy, you need to use it carefully, on the day of the "disaster day", I need you to use it to accurately track the location of the target, accurate to the specific building level, and orient our fatal blow. ”

Tyrion accentuated his tone, and he nodded on the shard of the Evil Runestone:

"I'm not trying to embarrass you, but I want you to recognize that there is only one chance to fire a critical blow, and if it misses, it will be a real disaster for anyone, and for the world."

The archlich nodded, he didn't seem to feel much pressure, he reached out and put away the runestone fragments, and said to Tyrion:

"Well, it's a little difficult, but it shouldn't be a big problem."

"Also, how did the experiments go with the paladins I sent over?"

Tyrion looked at the Great Lich, who nodded, a twinkle in his eyes, and it seemed that the experiment was going well, and he took out a few special samples, handed them to the King of the Dark Blades, and explained:

"The research on the energy of light and shadow has been going very well recently, and I have collected enough samples of the void from the Voshugu of the Nagrand grasslands, but I will say that in the basic power of the stars, the holy light does not correspond to death, but to pure shadows, so in the end, the result of the transformation of light and shadow is definitely not the death knight you want... Well, it's more like a weird void creature. ”

"However, I also have a prototype of the Holy Light Stripping of the Holy Knights, I only need an area that can isolate the complete Holy Light, and I can completely strip the Holy Light Power without harming their souls and bodies, an empty but well-established container, as long as they are infused with enough death energy, they can become the last Death Knights."

The Great Lich reached out and pushed the monocle hanging from his eye, and he whispered:

"The efficiency of such transformation experiments can be 100%, and every transformed paladin will become a high-level knight, but... How so? I've heard that Northrend's Scourge has a special magic sword in his hand that can be used to control the soul to transform any life into a death knight, but I'm curious about how this sword works, and don't you think it's actually easier and faster to use Frost Sorrow to transform a death knight? ”

"Why do you want me to spend so much effort studying the relationship between the Light, death, and the Void?"

"Or is my research more than just a matter of converting the source of troops for you? For the sake of my research, you should have given me a little bit of news, right? ”