When the catastrophe comes, it can easily destroy all civilizations on the ground, but it can't effectively destroy the rats hidden in the ground, because the rats always have their own set of living rules, and the creed hidden in the dark is sometimes unacceptable, but most of the time, those cold and cruel darkness can save your life.

For example, at this time, in the ruins of Dalaran, which is full of chaos and death, a team of sneaky guys rushed out of the dark alleys of the sewers, this strange team is very complex, there are rare in the Eastern Continent at present, tall and gloomy orcs, as well as small dwarfs who sit on the shoulders of a demon, as well as coquettishly dressed high elves with vicious eyes, and some human spellcasters who don't look like good people.

There is no doubt that judging from the staff of white bones and the strange and evil magic weapons in their hands, these guys are a group of warlocks hidden under the city of Dalaran.

Warlocks, a group of reckless spellcasters who use dark magic, this is a foreign profession, when the dark portal opened, the orc army not only brought chaos and war to the Eastern Continent, but also a spell system that completely deviated from the orthodox magic theory of Azeroth.

Orthodox mages use the magic power that pervades the world to unleash spells through a sturdy and internally consistent spell logic, which was first formed by the Night Elf Empire, and then refined by the High Elves of Quel'Thalas, and refined by human spellcasters, eventually forming the current mainstream spellcasting system in Azeroth.

It emphasizes efficiency, stability, manipulation, and a well-defined spell structure.

But the warlock magic, which is said to have been passed down from demons, is the other extreme entirely.

Compared to mages who require a long period of study and a solid theoretical foundation, becoming a warlock does not require a high degree of magical talent, all that is required is an endless pursuit of power, a cruel enough character, a cunning talent to bargain with demons, and finally a touch of evil wisdom.

Warlocks' magic comes mostly from the demons they summon from the Twisted Void, and they sign all kinds of strange contracts with the demons to gain the power of the demons, and the nature of the demons is chaotic and tyrannical, and dealing with such creatures for a long time, without enough wisdom, often only send themselves into the traps of the demons.

It can be said that a warlock is a simple entry, but proficient in a difficult class, those who are not cautious enough, cunning enough, and vicious enough, it is difficult to last 3 years in this industry, and once you survive the initial most difficult period and successfully turn yourself into a villain who does all kinds of evil, congratulations, you have the possibility to continue your "further education".

This is a profession that is a hundred times more dangerous than that of mages, but because it is easy to get started, in the years after the orc invasion, under the strong blows of human civilization, the dangerous warlock magic has not only not been banned, but has become more and more widespread.

On the bright side, after the establishment of the Human Empire, the Emperor of Lothar repeatedly issued orders to prohibit the dark magic of warlocks from circulating in the Human Empire, resulting in many warlocks being tied to the pillar of fire and burned alive.

Warlocks are discriminated against in Dalaran, and any orthodox mage is entitled to discriminate against them, but no one deliberately suppresses them, so living in this city, in addition to the loss of dignity, warlocks can operate almost openly in the chaotic lower city and sewers, conduct their own research, exchange dark magic tips with each other, and even hold black market auctions.

It can be said that the warlocks are rats living under the bright side of Dalaran, and their existence is not glamorous, but they are part of the city's ecology.

And now, the ship of Dalaran is about to sink, and these bilge rats hiding in the shadows will have to find the planks to escape from this place before the ship sinks, and few people are willing to bury a city that is doomed to destruction, especially these cunning and vicious warlocks.

But there were also factions among the Warlocks, perhaps after staying in Dalaran for a long time, these dark spellcasters also contracted the Orthodox Mage's penchant for cliques, and in the Lower City and Sewer neighborhoods, several Warlock factions fought with each other, and even in the face of annihilation, they failed to unite.

And right now, this team of warlocks who escaped from the sewers is a small faction that is often suppressed, with few people, but each of them is elite, which is very much in line with the characteristics of those small circle cultures.

When the undead invaded, they didn't act immediately, but waited until most of the warlocks had evacuated, and these guys rushed out of their hiding places, ransacked the headquarters of other factions, and also ransacked several magic material stores in Dalaran.

The leader of the team was a black-robed, black-haired, gloomy human man, who was holding the hand of a beautiful girl who was looking around vigilantly, and the girl's face was 6 points similar to his, looking like a pair of brothers and sisters, and judging from the young girl's face resembling Duke Eberlock, the two brothers and sisters were Kanressad, who had disappeared in the disaster of the fall of Night Town in the Stormwind Kingdom a few years ago. Aberlock, and Terria. Ebellock.

"Look! The portals are still functioning there! ”

The dwarf warlock, who sat on the shoulders of a demon guard, had sharp eyes, and after navigating the ruined blocks, he was the first to spot the portal still working in the portal hall.

And this scream, so that everyone in the team worried showed a relaxed expression, under the escort of the demons they summoned, the group stepped on the blood stains into the portal hall, but out of the most basic caution of the warlock, no one took the initiative to step into the portal, but you look at me, I look at you, are waiting for the first brave "pathfinder" to appear.

"I say, Kanressad..."

The black-hooded dwarlock touched his snow-white beard, and his eyes shone with a vicious light:

"Your sister has been in our organization for several years and has not made up her mind to be one of us, she is a useless person, a burden, now, it's time for her to contribute a little to us, right?"

"Shut up! Wilfred, if you beat my sister again, I'll drain your despicable soul with my own hands! ”

Guarding his sister, Kanresard looked disdainfully at the dwarf warlock in front of him:

"Why don't you let your demon guardians go to the trail? Isn't it thicker and thicker? ”

"Hell! It's a one-way portal! ”

Wilfred screamed in a gnome's voice:

"I'm not going to risk losing my demon guardian and letting it find its way, are you stupid? Don't you know how difficult it is to successfully contract a potential demon guardian in Dalaran? It is my important possession and companion... But your sister, only a waste of eating! She's worthless! ”

"She's me... Younger sister! ”

Karesad stepped forward, his eyes shining with evil energy, and in his outstretched hands, the scorching fire of brimstone was tumbling, and he stared at the dwarf menacingly, shouting:

"You can't wait to experience death, right?"

"Oh, I think..."

The orc warlock, who was silent on the periphery, stepped forward, rubbed his chin playfully, and looked at the confrontation between Kanressad and Wilfred, and the orc warlock said in a deep voice:

"I think the noisy dwarf is right this time."

"Yes, Kanressad, your sister has wasted too many of our resources in the past few years."

The coquettish Blood Elf Warlock joined the argument, and as more and more members sided with Wilfred, Tellia looked at the light in the eyes of the Warlocks around her, and she hid behind her brother in fear, while her brother patted her on the shoulder with his hand, signaling that she didn't need to worry.

"Yo! Look what I found... A bunch of frightened rats. ”

Just when the atmosphere was frozen to the extreme, a strange voice suddenly sounded above everyone, Kanressad looked up suddenly, and saw a human wearing a black magic robe and a white bone cane slowly walking down from the second floor of the portal hall, the human was dressed not like a warlock, but like an orthodox mage.

What's more, Kanressad knows him!

"Master Kel'thugad, how are you... How could it still be here? ”

Kanressad said in a humble tone, "It's been a long time, is the soul gem I gave you last time still useful?" ”

"Oh, you... I seem to have seen you, but I forgot your name. ”

Kel'thugad stared at Kanressad for a few moments, then shook his head and said in a nonchalant tone:

"Sorry, I don't have the habit of remembering the names of rats... But perhaps, you will be a good subordinate, after all, you still have a little conscience..."

Under the gaze of the warlocks, the master walked down the portal hall, he glanced at the beating portal, and snorted disdainfully:

"A botched trick to death, no one with a brain will get into it, that who... You, and your sister, I'm planning something right now, and you need a helper or two, are you going to help me? ”

In the face of Kel'thugad's invitation, Kanressad did not hesitate to take his sister's hand and stand behind the ** master, and this move made the warlocks on the opposite side noisy.

"Hey bro, I don't know who you are, but you can't take them, we still need that girl..."

"Bang"

Kel'thugad snapped his fingers impatiently, and the black spatial crack suddenly cracked around the hall, and under the indifferent gaze of the ** division, 10 heavily armed demon guards, 5 succubi wielding evil whips, and 3 larger destroyers with various weapons screamed out of the rift, and surrounded those warlocks in an instant.

The skillful spells and terrifying summons that represented Kel'thugad's current identity and silenced the Warlocks, who were clearly a stronger and more mysterious peer than theirs.

"My cat is lost... I need to get stronger to get it back, I need capable subordinates... Only 5 of them..."

Kel'thugad walked out of the portal hall with the Eberlock siblings, and he put on his black hood and glanced back at the warlock surrounded by demons, and a trace of ruthless and indifferent hideousness flashed in his eyes:

"There are 3 more places... Give you 5 minutes to "discuss" it yourself. ”

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At the same time as the Kelthugad ** division was recruiting "followers", directly below the ruins of Dalaran, under the gaze of a group of high-level undead and dreaddemon kings, Warimass inserted the Scepter of Sargeras, which was dotted with dark wings in his hand, accurately and slowly into the magic circle of Dalaran's magic node.

At the moment when the scepter completed its positioning, the huge blue magic power gushing out from the ground seemed to have found an outlet, and frantically gathered on the surface of the trembling Sargeras Scepter, the black staff seemed to come to life, and the dark eyeballs at the top of the scepter body also opened at this moment, and every creature that saw the eyeballs could suddenly see the reflected sea of stars from it.

The Book of Medivan placed in front of the staff was windless, and the pages that recorded the dark secrets of the astral mage's roaming of the stars finally stopped in a dark picture, and Malganis picked up the book and placed it in his paws, and it easily recited those forbidden words, and the voice of the Dreadlord echoed in the air, and the fall of each character would make the space in this hall even thinner.

"Its appetite is too big."

Casanatyr looked at the trembling black scepter, and said to Bainholler, beside him:

"With this flow of mana, it will take at least 30 minutes to complete the charge..."

"Don't worry, my old brother, it's only 30 minutes..."

The Demon King shrugged his shoulders for the so-called, and the wings behind it flapped:

"I've seen this scene countless times, but I won't get tired of it every time, the end of this world and the civilization it carries is coming, and this end is opened by our own hands, aren't you excited? Brothers. ”

"That's Akmund's victory, what does it have to do with us?"

Casanatire shook his head, and tossed a copy of the ancient tome found in the Great Library of Dalaran to Bainholer:

"The location of the World Pillar has been found, it's time for us to act... It's enough to leave the two of them here, let's go, Bainholler, I don't want to see Akmund's arrogant face..."

"Alright, that's what you want."

The Demon King Bainholler glanced back at the summoning sequence in progress with some regret, but after a moment, it obediently followed Casanatier into the dark chasm behind it.

Nasrezm's service to the polluters is over, and it's time to serve his own race and his own victory.