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Casanatire was reluctant to explain where he had gone for hundreds of years.

Nasrezm were suspicious that it was a humiliating history, especially as evidenced by the disappearance of the Demon Blade "Apocalypse", which he carried with him as proof of the power of the Council of Fear.

But no one went to expose the disgraceful past of Casanatyr ... No one with a brain would do that.

However, the Dreadlords are suspicious, and although Casanatyr has outlined a near-perfect future for them and produced evidence, it does not mean that the Dreadlord will trust him.

"Buzz"

The magic of darkness vaguely wafted in the darkness of Lordaeron's most sacred monastery, it was a tiny fragment cut from the soul, wrapped in a dark and eerie halo, this fragment was examined by the five Dreadlord Lords for more than ten minutes, and it was only at last that they truly confirmed Casanatyr's identity.

Nasrezm is a unique entity, these demonic bodies and souls born in the deepest and twisted voids are one, and there is no traditional distinction between body and soul, which means that the Dreadlord is an entity based on the existence of souls, and it is easy to distinguish their identities by only testing their souls.

"Is the test done? Can you be sure that my identity is your former lord and not that of a weak human soul? ”

Casanatyr sat on the railing of the stables with great disdain and no grace, and taunted his people in an eerie voice:

"Hundreds of years have passed, and humans have learned to use detection magic to test opponents, but you are still using the bloodline of this old antique to test, what has Tikdios done in the past few hundred years? Have you turned all my fellow explorers into a bunch of xxx who can only xxx? ”

"The words are so unruly, and your temper is the same as before, my friend."

The Demon King Bainholler stepped forward and handed the soul fragment back to Casanatyr, and he narrowed his eyes and said:

"You have to understand that this is an eventful time, the Legion is going to invade this world, and the temper of the polluters knows that if something goes wrong... We're going to suffer. ”

"What is Akmund? A brainless idiot! ”

Casanaty said disdainfully:

"It is said that he used to be the dean of the Draenei Mage Academy, look at him now, probably thousands of years without using his brain, he has degenerated into a primitive man, look, Bain Holler, this time he is going to suffer a big loss for his arrogance, hehe, you all underestimate the undead in Southern Xinjiang, and I have observed them very closely... You'll be taken aback by them. ”

"Alright, don't sell it, Casanatyr."

The Dreadlord Lord Varimathas stepped forward and said impatiently:

"We've all signed the Soul Pact, we're on a boat now, tell me about the secret you've hidden, the portal to the Legion's invasion, and the intriguing Pillars of Creation."

"Ahem"

Casanaty waved his hand to let the crowd come closer, and he cleared his throat before he whispered:

"In the last order-breaking war carried out by the fraudsters, the orc warlock he manipulated and rebelled, Gul'dan, when he died, I watched it all from a short distance away... There is one thing, a magic weapon left over from the Dark Titan when he entered this world, which was specially used to open the spatial walls of various worlds... Sargeras's Scepter, you haven't forgotten, have you? ”

"Of course I didn't forget it, but it disappeared after the undead of Southern Xinjiang attacked Karazan."

Marganis looked for his chin and said with a gloomy face:

"Just a few months ago, I was sent by Tikdios to find it, and I was almost caught red-handed by a powerful lich, which is really unlucky."

"Oh my God, are your brains all decorations?"

Casanatyr hated that iron could not be made of steel, and scolded:

"Ticdios told you to do what you do, and you will do it? Are you crazy? Something so important, do you think the undead would let it remain in Azeroth? Don't forget, the leader of the undead in the South, Tyrion. Dawnblade had defeated Kazak in Draenor, and he seemed to be a prophetic character, who knew exactly what the scepter would bring, and would have stored it in the safest place possible... Yes, I'm talking about the dark temple of the world of Draenor... Don't tell me, you haven't even found out about it? ”

"Ahem"

Varimasas's face was a little strange, he coughed twice, and said:

"Of course we know it's called the Dark Temple, but the Dark Gate is sealed off by the undead..."

"Aha!"

Casanatyr interrupted Varimasas's argument with a mockery, and he looked at his fellow man with a feeble-minded gaze:

"Don't tell you, you can't even get through that little blockade! What a disgrace you have given to the glorious Nasrezm! Maybe I should get rid of you here, lest you fall into the trap of your own stupidity..."

"Of course we can!"

Annoyed by the incessant taunts of the former First Lord, Varimasas cried out:

"It's just that we've been active in the Northland! Tikdios wants us to hide ourselves from being discovered. ”

"Be quiet, idiot! There are at least three great knights in this monastery who can purify you! ”

Casanatire cursed, his sinister gaze swept over the crowd in front of him, and he whispered:

"Use your brain! You're the Dreadlord, not just the muscle-only Abyss Lord, and now, listen to me... I know it's too hard for you to go to the Dark Temple and steal the Scepter of Sargeras, so I'll do it! But while I'm on my adventure, you're also going to have to take on your responsibilities to open several portals across the world at once, and we'll also need the Book of Medivan, which records the magic nodes of the entire world! ”

"The Book of Medivan is also missing."

"The humans hid it in a place we don't know, and as far as I know, it's known only to the Council of Six in Dalaran..."

"If everybody knows, what else do you need to do? I'm begging you, Marganis, don't show off your poor intelligence, okay? ”

Casanatyr made Marganis shut his mouth with a sharp taunt, and his eyes rolled:

"Aside from the Council of Six, there is someone who knows... Of course, that's me! The ubiquitous "Hidden One" Casanatyr, as I said, there are not many secrets in this world for me... The book is stored in Tol Barad's prison, guarded by a summoned mana terror, and it's dangerous, so I'll need two of them to work together to steal it..."

The former First Lord's gaze wandered over the Dreadlords in front of him, as if he was picking a warrior, and for a moment, his fingers flicked up and he said to the two Dreadlords who were being pointed at:

"Marganis, you go with Bainholler! When necessary, be prepared to be exposed and flee. ”

Bainholler's face remained unchanged and accepted his task, this Dreadlord has seen strong winds and waves, and is more trustworthy than these rough juniors around him, and Malganis is a little reluctant, but in the face of Casanatyr who has returned strongly, he does not dare to raise objections.

This returned First Lord, to be honest, is much more difficult to speak than the current lord Tikdios, but it is this omniscient strength that makes the surrounding Dreadlords feel the peace of mind that Tikdios cannot bring them.

No matter how cunning a race is, it needs a wise and obedient leader, and only the most treacherous and ruthless one can become the first lord of the Dreadlord Demon King, which is something that Tikdios, who is cunning by nature but lacks responsibility, and is willing to obey the fraudster, cannot do.

"The last thing is a powerful source of mana, as I said, even if the whole of Dalaran is drained, how big of a portal can it open?"

Casanatyr's fingers propped his chin, and a sly glint flashed in his eyes:

"We need more powerful sources of mana, and I've found two, one is the world tree of the Night Elves of Kalimdor, Nordasil, that tree grows in a miniature Well of Eternity, and it has the magic power to destroy an entire continent in an instant, but it's a bit difficult to obtain, so we have a backup option... The Well of the Sun in Quel'Salas is also based on the principles of the Well of Eternity, and the combination of the three things allows us to open a portal large enough to hold the entire legion without any undead scourge at all. ”

"Varimatas and Desellock, you two go back to the Northlands, reassure Tikdios, and don't let him know all this, that bastard will pay for his cowardice, I swear to you! A better era is coming! ”

Casanatire stood up, rubbed his hands, and said to the other Dreadlords:

"When you're done with all this, and when the Legion comes into this world, we'll begin the second phase, looking for what we need in the midst of chaos."

The Dreadlords had nothing to say about this arrangement, on the one hand, Casanatyr took the initiative to take on the most dangerous mission, and on the other hand, their cunning wisdom was enough to discern that even if Casanatyr's arrangement failed, they would not suffer anything from hiding in the dark.

There was no need to think about it, and the next moment, the Dreadlords nodded in agreement, and one by one they left the dimly lit stable.

When only Casanatier and Bainholler remained, the old Dreadlord of the previous era asked in a low voice:

"Casanatyr, you've come back wiser and crazier this time, tell me honestly, what the hell are you planning?"

"Didn't I already say it all?"

The Grand Knight said with a serious face:

"A new era, the era of Nasrezm."

"Come on, you can fool these juniors, but you can't fool me!"

Bainholler sneered, and he looked at the Grand Knight with blazing eyes:

"I have worked with you for hundreds of years, and I know that in your hands, the end of one conspiracy means the beginning of another, and you have been hidden in this world for hundreds of years, and you must not just find these things, tell me, and I can trust you."

"Well, you're the toughest one to deal with."

A hint of gloom flashed in the Grand Knight's eyes, and he whispered:

"I'm going to kill him, with the power of this world, kill Akmund, in this world, let him crush his bones and ashes, and bury him completely in this world, only the empty position at the top is worth throwing our heads and spilling blood, and the position of him and the fraudster should have belonged to me... Bain Holler, we were the first to serve the Dark Titans, so why did we let two latecomers ride on our heads? ”

"What Tikdios can't think of, I'm going to do with my own hands... I'm going to use this method to prove that Nasrezm is the most trustworthy force for the Dark Titans! You... Will you help me? ”

Bainholler seemed to be squeezed by this rampant statement, but after a few minutes he let out a hearty laugh:

"Hahahaha, good, good! You're still the unruly First Lord of hundreds of years ago... Time has not changed you, nor has it changed your hatred of polluters and fraudsters, and I am certainly willing to help you... To become a legend, you should start by killing a legend! ”

"Of course!"

A glint flashed in the Grand Knight's eyes, and he whispered:

"It's going to be a new era, a... Better times, it has to be! ”

In the vault beneath the destroyed Cathedral of Light in Stormwind, Tyrion sat quietly, in front of him, a dark gem suspended in the air, what was he waiting for, even the kitten in his arms, seemed to feel the anxiety in the heart of the Necronomicon King.

"Ding"

A soft sound caused Tyrion to open his eyes, and above the dark gem in front of him, a strange word flashed, and the eyes of the King of the Dark Blades narrowed again, and after a moment, he stood up and silently retreated into the darkness.

"The treasure is in hand, and the forging is about to begin."

"Inform Myra, open the entrance to the Molten Heart, and have the warriors of the Black Iron District assemble... It's time to settle all that Ragnaros has left behind, and by the way, tell little Dornan that bring her new friends to Azeroth, her old father, who needs her strength. ”

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