It is a dimly lit hall located somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

The walls around the hall are carved with strange frescoes, most of which depict the stories of the warlocks, and some of them are intricately carved with magical patterns that can provide the hall with all kinds of abilities in the midst of the dark green surging evil energy.

For example, mute, such as energy protection, or if necessary, it can simply form a powerful imprisoning force, turning this hall into a testing ground for evil energy.

In the corner of the dimly lit hall, there is a row of strange jars, which are sealed with warlock magic and some unique specimens of demons, as well as some disgusting things, such as demonic hearts, lungs, or simply marrow filled with evil energy.

At first glance, it looks like an evil laboratory for mad warlocks.

It is indeed a gathering place for a group of warlocks, and in recent months, it has become increasingly indicative of becoming a "sacred place" for the Warlocks of Azeroth.

The Black Scythe Council, a newly established organization that has been in existence for less than half a year, is extremely full of vitality that other organizations do not have, and is famous for the vast amount of knowledge stored in the dark world, attracting many madmen who are desperate for power to come to "worship", and only the best of them are qualified to become peripheral members of the Black Scythe Council.

Few people know who the leader of the Black Scythe Council is, and most of the time, the daily actions of the Black Scythe Council are maintained by a few Warlock Lords, all of whom are experienced, cunning and ruthless bastards, all heroes of the Warlock profession like street rats.

And now, once again, the Black Scythe Council has begun internal discussions... The smell of endless arguments, rebuttals and intrigues, intrigue fills this hall, but believe me, it's just the most trivial daily life of evil warlocks.

"I think that's a bad idea."

Wilfred the dwarf sorcerer clutched his treasure sigil, the white-haired dwarf frowned, and while looking at the tome in hand, he said to the others:

"A very bad idea, I didn't plan to help the humans fight the centaurs, the humans didn't help me when I was at my worst, and those nasty human kids threw mud at me, huh, stupid creatures."

"The children throw mud at you because you summoned imps to scare them, and the humans won't help you because you were a shameful third-rate thief before you became a warlock! There are also rumors throughout Night Town that you were chased by hounds for stealing something all night. ”

A deep voice interrupted the gnome's complaints, and he didn't care about revealing the gnome's unbearable past.

"I've been wondering what kind of evil bastard would trick a 14-year-old into studying warlock magic with you, didn't you know at the time that studying warlock magic was a taboo? Don't you know that if a child is poisoned by a warlock, it is tantamount to ruining his life? You wicked bastard! ”

Hearing the ridicule of this voice, the dwarf waved his hand indifferently, and a trace of cunning and viciousness flashed in his little eyes:

"Of course I know it's a taboo, my Kanresard brother, and believe me, I know it better than anyone, but I still remember the reason I 'invited' you to study Warlock spells with me... Because you little bastard let the dog bite me! Just for two loaves of bread! You bastard! ”

"So at Dalaran, I should have thrown you out to feed the undead!"

A fierce glint flashed in the eyes of the human warlock Kanressad, the grudge between him and the dwarf Wilfred could not be explained for two days and two nights, and although the two of them always quarreled, in fact, their private "friendship" was very good, well, I mean, they would think about it for a few minutes before betraying each other... You must know that for a warlock, such a move can completely show the "friendship" between the two.

"Noisy and noisy! It's so annoying! ”

The third one opened was a tall orc, dressed in a robe of fire and brimstone, carrying a flaming bone staff on his back, and at the edge of his neck was a circle of burning fire, which was not simply ornamental... The origin of the orc warlock Retson and his "Flame Head" is arguably the best-selling "fantasy" story in the world of Azeroth Warlocks, a "skeen" of a failed ritual to summon the Evil Vein Archdemon.

But not every Warlock is as lucky as Retson, and after summoning an Evil Vein Great Demon that is far beyond his own strength, he can still leave a dog alive... To be precise, if it weren't for the fact that night, when the Black Scythe Lord Kel'th Sure Gard accidentally lost sleep because he missed his kitten, I'm afraid Retson would have been able to meet with the other members of the Black Scythe Council in another way.

However, the orc warlock's "flame head" brought him not only ridicule from his peers, this kind of evil energy flame from the distorted void and mutation attached to his body, brought him an unimaginable affinity with evil energy, and also made this orc warlock with average talent enter the ranks of warlock masters in one fell swoop.

In other words, this terrible scar is a terrible "gift."

"We will do what the boss tells us to do, we don't need you to pick and choose!"

Probably because he had been saved by Kel'thugad once, the orc Retson appeared very "loyal", he pointed the bone staff in his hand to the ground, and between the flames burning on his neck, he glared viciously at the grunting dwarf, and he said in a deep voice:

"Don't forget who saved us from the demon and the Grim Reaper!"

"So I'm more curious, where did the boss go?"

The last to speak out was a charming woman, who seemed to be a high-spirit, her name was Simfer, a notorious warlock in her hometown, and like everyone else, after years of wandering, she finally found a sense of "home" in the organization that Kel'thugad had created.

It is worth mentioning that a few months ago, when Simfil and Kel'thugad broke out of the demonic encirclement, she was disfigured due to an overload of magic, but now, she has once again regained her once coquettish and beautiful face, and even become more beautiful and seductive.

However, there are also private rumors that it is because the crazy Simfer tore the soul of a high-ranking succubus into her own soul and regained her beauty, but for the warlock, this cruel behavior is far from fault or madness.

"The boss asked us to help humans, but we ran to the side to be a spectator, which is really uncomfortable."

Simfer expressed his displeasure in a pretentious voice as he walked around the crowd, the tulle-like skirt swaying, and the scenery under the skirt made the dwarf reading the magic book suddenly feel a little distracted.

"Speaking of which, brother Kanressad, why has your sweet little sister disappeared lately?"

Simfer pretended to put his arm on the human warlock's shoulder, this ambiguous action made Kanressad frown, and then quietly pulled his shoulder from under the High Elf's fingers, and then patted the non-existent dust on his shoulder, and then said slowly:

"Althea is free, she's also a member of the Black Scythe Council, the boss has given her a new mission, she's just on a mission just like us."

"Aha, don't use this to deceive people!"

Wilfred, the big-mouthed dwarf, screamed:

"You all have the surname Aberlock, Althea must have gone to Kalimdor to find your dead ghost daddy, I heard that Duke Eberlock now rules a country, maybe that's the way back for us found by the boss... Go and be a dogleg for the Grand Duke! Tsk, it's a bright future. ”

The gnomes' heartless yelling and taunting made the faces of the other warlocks a little ugly, the warlock profession is not visible in the human empire, they have never expected to appear in the sun openly, but if the "good future" promised to them by Kelthugad is really to be slaves, as Wilfred said, then these arrogant warlocks will definitely not be willing to accept it.

"Shut up!"

Kanressad's expression was also a little unpleasant, he had never had a good relationship with his father, Duke Aberlock, otherwise he would not have run away from home at the age of 14 with Wilfred, a very down-and-out dwarf warlock at the time.

But the bond between blood ties is something that no person with feelings can avoid, and the thought of meeting his old father makes the face of the master warlock also not look good.

And just as these people were arguing and invecting, the door of the dim hall was suddenly pushed open, and with a ray of light shining into the dim hall, a thin figure living in a black staff also appeared in the light.

Seeing that the true master of the Black Scythe Council, the Grand Karcist Kel'thugad, appeared, all the quarrels came to a standstill at this moment, and Kel'thugad, who strolled into the hall, looked at the darkness in the hall in front of him with some disgust, and he scolded a little rudely:

"Stupid guy! How many times have I told you... Don't live like a sewer rat, your whispers and humble gestures in the dark make me feel sick! ”

"Go, open the window! Let the sun shine in! ”

The will of the Grand Karcist was immediately executed, and in less than 2 minutes, the eight huge glass doors above the hall were pushed open, and the warm and bright sunlight shone through the magically treated glass into the halls, making the original evil warlock's laboratory also become magnificent, just like the bright spellcaster hall of Dalaran in the past.

Kel'thugad walked briskly to his seat at the edge of the hall, and he pointed the black, powerful Scepter of Sargeras on the ground, focusing the attention of all the members of the Black Scythe Council on him, and then Kel'thugad coughed lightly:

"Today, we would like to welcome the new members of the council... They are rare talents that I discovered during my "travels" in the Eastern Continent, and like you bastards, they are the most qualified and perfect warlocks..."

As he spoke, three figures appeared at the edge of the sunlit hall: a silent and tall werewolf in a black-striped robe with a mane, a pockmarked dwarf with messy hair and evil eyes, and the last one with a beautiful but dead face... Undead.

"Xin Ning, a former field mage from Dragonbone Harbor, when I was still a ** master, I saw the official wanted warrant for him from Gilneth, he is a very talented, a warlock who specializes in destruction spells, the blood of werewolves has given him a stronger shadow affinity, and his future is extremely bright."

In Kel'thugad's introduction, the werewolf warlock quietly bowed slightly to the four people in front of him, his beast-like pupils full of scrutiny and suspicion.

"Zel Farax, a gnome unfortunate enough to be infected with leprosy plague, but believe me, this diminutive friend has an unparalleled talent for pain spells, and he is willing to contribute to the Black Scythe Council."

As soon as the Grand Karcist's words fell, the dwarf warlock named Zelfarax stared at his strange-looking compatriot, and he screamed in that obscure voice:

"Yo, Wilfred, why don't you smile at me? You suckers who have abandoned your companions! I crawled out of hell to "play" with you! ”

"You can't blame me for that!"

Wilfred immediately retorted with a bleached beard and glaring:

"You were the one who insisted on returning to Nomorigen in the first place, and it was entirely your own choice that you became like this, you bastard, I'm glad you beyond... You can really come back alive from that hell, though, you've become a madman. ”

"Hehe, we'll talk about it later."

The pockmarked mad gnome let out a series of shrill laughs that made the other warlocks feel uncomfortable, but Kel'thugad showed no displeasure, and he ignored the dispute between the two little men, instead turning his gaze to the last silent necromantic woman.

"Yubeka, a special friend, I found her in the ruins of Lordaeron, she is a rare, naturally revived undead, her will is completely free, everyone, there is no need to worry about her involvement with the feared Lord of the Dark Blade, I can guarantee this, of course, Yubeka's talent in demonic spells is even stronger than Kanressad, all she needs is time."

As he spoke, the Grand Karcist set his eyes on Kanressad:

"So, you're the mentor to the Yubecca, Councillor Kanressad, do you have any opinions?"

"No, I'd love to see our organization go from strength to strength."

The black-haired human warlock shrugged his shoulders, an attitude that pleased Kel'thugad, and after introducing the new members, the archkatory held his staff in both hands, his cold gaze mixed with a hint of evil energy swept over the people in front of him, and after a few seconds of silence, he spoke:

"Now, then, let's talk about the issue you've been arguing about."

"About, why should we take the initiative to help the Empire of Humanity... And, what I promise you... Bright future! ”