The escape of Kel'thugad and his "Black Scythe Council" was very difficult.

They chose a very crazy and bold plan at the beginning, when Dalaran was besieged by the undead and summoned demons, Kel'thugad not only did not run away with the shrimp soldiers and crabs behind him, but relied on his familiarity with Dalaran to take them all the way around the barrier of the undead and enter the most mysterious underground hall of Dalaran.

It is worth mentioning that on the night that Kel'thugad lost his cat, Tyrion gave him a "suggestion" to let Kelthugad learn Warlock Magic, and the King of the Dark Blades believed that Kelthugad's talent in Warlock Magic was higher than his talent in orthodox magic.

No one knows what purpose Tyrion did this, but Kelthugad is not a magical person who can think with common sense, after recovering from his injuries, he actually went to study warlock magic, after the failure of the orc invasion, all the classics about warlock magic can be found in Dalaran, and the identity of the ** master also allows him to browse those dangerous records at will.

And it turns out that Tyrion is not wrong, the speed at which Kel'thugad studies warlock magic is a thousand miles in a day, and he has enough funds and materials on hand for him to experiment, just a few months, this ** master has another identity... Humanity's first master warlock.

But he did all this without telling anyone else, and before his secret was revealed, Dalaran was attacked by the undead and demons, and this moment, which seemed to other mages to be a desperate situation, was a perfect "opportunity" for the changed heart of Kel'thugad.

He's plotting something that no other warlock would dare to think of... He wanted to get his hands on the staff that the demon used to open the barriers of the world, the Scepter of Sargeras! The dark energy that filled the staff mesmerized him, and in Kel'thugad's opinion, in order to defeat Tyrion and take back his cat, he had to first make himself stronger.

Kin's Suregad knew this better than anyone else, and unlike the others, he was more willing to put it into action.

But the process of peeking into the Scepter of Sargeras is very dangerous, although before the appearance of the Great Demon, the undead and the Dreaded Demon King who guarded the underground hall had already left, but at that time, even the strongest Kel'thugad did not dare to brave the storm of evil energy to rush forward, and at the moment when the Great Demon descended to Dalaran, Rao is Kel'thugad was determined, and this ** division also had a sense of annihilation.

However, things developed beyond everyone's expectations, and the great demon who appeared domineeringly at the beginning did not even say a complete declaration of war, and was confused by the rays of the Eye of Sargeras that came from overseas, and the warlocks who followed Kel'thugad to hide under Dalaran witnessed the whole process of Akmund's arrival to defeat almost the whole process.

Of course, the collapse of heaven and earth that followed exceeded everyone's expectations, but with the desperate efforts of Kel'thugad and the other warlocks, and in their good luck, the ray did not destroy the whole of Dalaran, and allowed these bold guys to survive in a desperate situation, not only that, but they were also very lucky to get the scepter after the archdemon lost its threat.

However, the Warlocks are a group of fierce and unbounded guys, and when the Staff of Sargeras fell into the hands of Kelthugad, the Warlocks behind him almost unanimously launched a sneak attack on Kelthugad, and no one wanted to see this thing fall into the hands of others, in short, in the period between the fall of the Great Demon and the arrival of Tyrion, several people launched a real "death match" in the underground hall.

And before the battle could be decided, they encountered another big event that made their scalps tingle, two Grim Reapers, who hid beneath the surface of the world, and Tyrion. The Dawn Blade confronted each other on the ground less than 100 meters above their heads, and the pervasiveness of the power of death made everyone, including Kel'thugad, shudder.

The group of people who had just fought to the death immediately united again, with the most powerful Kel'thugad as the core, they poured all their magic into the Scepter of Sargeras, and then at the moment when Tyrion burst out, these warlocks took a terrible risk and once again activated the ability of the Scepter of Sargeras to shatter space.

Teleported a few of them, along with only a third of the remaining Dalaran Floating Island, to a corner of the Endless Sea.

This is the story of the first generation of members of the Black Scythe Council, full of saga of cooperation, betrayal, stabbing in the back, unity in crisis, and the protection of the body of Lady Luck, but there will be no troubadour to sing this story, because the Warlock... It's always a shady profession, like a rat in the sewers.

"That gnome... Wilfred is dying..."

The hands of the orc warlock Resent, whose hands were annihilated in the spatial teleportation, endured the pain and said to the current boss Kel'thugad with difficulty:

"Before he left, he was hit head-on by that strange tentacle, his soul is weak now, he is hopeless, shall we throw him down?"

"No!"

Kr'thugad shook his head and rejected the cruel offer, and he looked at the others:

"In today's world, it's hard to find a bold and executive subordinate like you, and we've all suffered together, so it's not good to leave the dwarf like this... Go, collect those demon blood in the ruins, we inject this thing into the dwarf's body, whether he can survive or not depends on whether his own life is hard enough. ”

"This..."

Miraculously uninjured Althea in the disaster. Miss Aberlock looked at the Boss with some shock, and she exclaimed:

"Will this work?"

"Little girl, that's the blood of the Great Demon, and for a warlock, it's more precious than any material..."

Kr'thugad glanced at Althea and explained impatiently:

"Hurry up and collect, collect more, not only the gnomes, everyone, all of us here, we must inject this demon blood, it can change our weak body's tolerance and perception of evil energy, it can change the talent, although it will be a little painful..."

"But without pain, where does evolution come from? Without pain, where is the strength? ”

The Grand Karcist pointed the Scepter of Sargeras to the ground, and he cried out:

"Go and collect, crumbs! Don't let those precious demon blood evaporate like that... That will be the biggest capital for us to expand the organization in the future, and to defeat the undead, it is not enough to rely on a few of us! ”

The wounded orc warlock and the disfigured High Elf warlock looked at each other, and without saying a word, they turned and walked into the ruins behind them, and the human warlock Kanressad waited until his "companion" had left, and then said to Kel'thugad secretly:

"Boss, I went to see it just now, there aren't too many supplies in the ruins, we have to find a way to save ourselves."

"You don't have to worry about that, Kanressad."

Kel'thugad, sitting on a rock, shook his head, and whispered:

"As long as I'm sure I'm still in Azeroth, there's still hope for everything, and I can't just find the closest civilization gathering point to this place, I'll do it... Go collect the demon blood, and the souls scattered around the city, if you can find them, collect them all! ”

"Yes, Boss."

Kanressad picked up a wooden root, supported his body, and walked into the ruins on the other side with his sister, and when Kel'thugad was the only one left in this clearing, the archcarcist looked left and right, and the magic city in his memory was gone, and there was only a broken ruin wall as far as the eye could see, which made the archcist's heart also feel uncomfortable.

It's like having lost his favorite cat, and now he's lost his home again, Kel'thugad is an orphan who grew up in Dalaran, and this is his only home.

But now, home, gone.

"Dalaran..."

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"The demons are still pouring out, albeit much slower than before."

In the Arathi Heights, after experiencing the collapse of the earth, this grassland also showed signs of slight fragmentation, and in the area northwest of Arashi, near the Hillsbrad Hills, there were cracks in the continental shelf beneath the earth, and under the impact of the sea water that poured into the interior of the continent, there were many strange earthquake-like cracks at the end of the land.

The final blow of the Eye of Sargeras changed the terrain of northern Xinjiang, and the continental shelf full of internal fractures and rifts will heal again over time, but in the process, it will have a very big impact on the ecology of northern Xinjiang, and the current changes are just beginning.

But the dark green legion gate above the sky still hung in the sky as if it had not been affected, and the demons continued to emerge from the pillar of light, landed on the ground, and fell into the encirclement of the heavily armed Darkblade Undead, like rats thrown into a millstone, crushed into flesh and blood little by little.

The all-out invasion was problematic at the beginning, especially after the death of the most powerful Akmund, the number of demons entering this world from Marton began to decrease, and it was difficult for these brainless thugs to be frightened, so this situation showed that on the other side of the portal, on the planet Marton, there were other high-level demons who took over the command.

They're starting to shrink their forces. But seriously, it's not a good thing... The Scepter of Sargeras has broken through the spatial barrier between Azeroth and Marton, and that is not an impact that can be eliminated in a short period of time, that is, the world has opened its doors to the millions of demons waiting on the star of Marton, and even without the command of the Grand Demon, those demons will not give up this opportunity.

The demons who are naturally attracted by chaos and blood will only "smuggle" into this world with a more active and scattered attitude, and there will be no large-scale invasion, but instead a full-scale invasion that cannot be prevented, and it is no longer safe to go anywhere, and the demons will come out of the horns at any time, considering the number of demons on the Marton Star, in the next few decades, the battle of wits and courage between the demons will inevitably become one of the daily activities in this chaotic world.

"Sarufar's legions have reached the junction of the Hills and Stratholm districts, where they are fighting the demon legions that have descended on Lordaeron, and it is said that several demon lords are commanding a large number of elite demons to burn and loot there... Seriously, I don't want to miss this opportunity. ”

Grokush glanced at the sawchain greatsword in his hand, and he glanced back at Fort Riptide behind him, the largest military stronghold of humanity in the northern frontier was on the verge of collapse under the double ravages of demons and undead. Torbain still commanded the surviving human warriors in the innermost line of the castle's defenses.

"That human boy is not bad, a little bold, much better than his father who only cowered behind the castle."

The Lord of Death praised King Garin's courage, but he was not optimistic about the future of these defenders, although with the "help" of the Darkblade Undead, the demons who invaded the castle had been almost wiped out, but the command of Glokush obviously would not give up their "loot" so easily, and when the battle with the demons was over, it would be the time for the undead armed to the teeth to completely occupy the fortress.

"If he was smart enough, he would have abandoned the city, but I don't think he would do that... Forget it, leave it to Danas for a headache. ”

The orc Death Lord, who had already killed on the battlefield, waved his hand lazily, he looked at the Legion Gate in the sky, and said to the Raven Commander behind him:

"Go, give our parting gift to the demons, and wave north... Let's hunt those demon lords! By the way, those panicked humans were "invited" to southern Xinjiang. ”

"Yes."

The Raven Chief's wings flapped and quickly disappeared beside Glokush, and a moment later, a huge black iron box towed by three Frost Bone Dragons was swayed into the sky.

The surface of the black iron box was engraved with intricate magic patterns, and when it approached the sky little by little, the box was still shaking wildly, as if a violent beast was imprisoned in it, but the things stored in it were, to be honest, much more dangerous than the beast.

In the midst of Glokush's gaze, the three-headed bone dragon, escorted by a large number of necromancers, approached the Legion portal in the sky like green eyeballs, and then disappeared into the portal in a flash, and the ravens scattered as if they were hiding from some invisible disaster, and a few seconds later, a dull, huge, low, chaotic roar burst open in the Legion's portal.

"I... Be... Tektus! I am... Mobile... Hill! ”

"Feel... The power of the earth! ”

"Boom"

Between the last echoes of the irascible elemental creatures, the breath of the elemental explosion visible to the naked eye exploded from the green legion's gates, and in the form of a shockwave, it rushed into the sky in all directions, and those unprepared demon bats and dreaddemons flapped their wings in horror, but under the brutal shockwave, they could only load head-on into the dark army that was waiting below.

The Legion's Gate in the sky, under the self-explosion of the irascible Draenor Elemental Lord Tektus, who was still uncontrollable, was like a broken green glass, and between the rapid rotation of the swirling green energy, it collapsed little by little, and finally disappeared into the sky of Arathi.

As the sunlight once again shrouded the land of ruins and bones, the orc Death Lord Glokush rolled over and mounted his own bone dragon, and he took one last look at the sun-drenched Riptide Castle, his arm swinging forward:

"The battle here is over, the Frost Fire Ridge Legion, follow me!"