"This! What the hell is going on? ”

The angry voice of Tikdios echoed through the completely destroyed ruins of the Sunwell, and before the eyes of the Dreadlord, the majestic Sunwell complex was only a ruin burned by fire, and in the ruins, a huge tree was burning brightly, and judging by its size, it was estimated that it would take several days to completely burn it out.

But this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that after the Dreadlord took the trouble to destroy a lot of enchantment rune stones, seeing that the natural disaster had occupied most of Silvermoon City, it thought that it had a chance to win, but when it arrived at Queldanas Island, it was like being hammered on the head, and the ruins of the sunwell in front of it, which had no magical reaction, almost gave it a message clearly:

The most valuable trophy of Quel'Salas Island, the most important result of launching this raid, was ruined.

It was the one who snatched the errand from the Dreadlord under its command, it was the one who promised the others that it would take the Sunwell, and it was the one who planned to use a big victory to intimidate the weird compatriot, but now, it all fell through. Tikdios could almost imagine how the news of this defeat would be ridiculed by its cunning compatriots when it reached the Northlands, and even the suppressed Casanatyr would take the opportunity to attack.

How does this keep Tikdios from being angry?

It turned its head and stared with the dark eyes of a dove at the quiet Viku general standing behind him, and it asked sharply:

"Naozu, what the hell is going on?"

The heavily armed Viku general opened his eyes, there was only a dead silence in those gray eyes, it was clear that this was a carrier, a temporary carrier, carrying the will of the Lich King, and in the face of the angry First Lord of the Dreaddemon King, the Lich King did not panic, he looked at the burning ruins in front of him, and he whispered:

"Obviously, there are third parties in this raid that we haven't found... Judging from this method, it should be the Night Elves who are entrenched in Kalimdor and have been watching the war in the northern frontier to make a move... The plants that can destroy the Well of the Sun at one time, in this world, only they can take out, perhaps, are the seeds of the powerful plant known as the World Tree? ”

"Of course, this is just my speculation, after all, I haven't seen the World Tree with my own eyes, but the remains of the World Tree in Grizzly Hills... Tikdios, you've seen it with your own eyes, and the scent of this huge plant in front of you is almost exactly like that thing. ”

"Kadore?"

Tikdios narrowed its eyes, it grabbed its chin with its sharp claws, and it whispered:

"There is indeed a deep contradiction between Cadore and the High Elves, the invasion of the Legion 10,000 years ago was also ended by them, when it comes to vigilance against demons, there is indeed no one in this world who is stronger than them, and the monkeys of the forest do have enough reasons and enough ability to do so, but... This reason is not sufficient, the connection between the legion and the natural disaster has never been revealed, how did the elves know? ”

"Tikdios, have you forgotten?"

The Lich King's Will Bearer whispered a reminder:

"There is a prophet in this world, and his relationship with the Legion... It's complicated..."

"Viren?"

The claws of the First Lord of Nasrezm moved, and he had recently been busy raiding Quel'Thalas, forgetting that this figure was very important to Azeroth and the Burning Legion, the prophetic powers of the Draenei prophets had been proven in the last 25,000 years of fugistives, and the Fraudster had dispatched an entire legion, led by the best hunter, Talgas, to hunt down these exiles among the stars.

But each time, every time Viren was able to foretell the Legion's actions that would make it almost impossible for his people to escape, and now that he had settled in Azeroth with the Draenei, Viren would be able to "see" once the Legion invaded the world.

"Where is the prophet?"

Tikdios asked in a low voice, and the bearer of the Lich King's will replied:

"He was invited by the Human Emperor to secretly leave the Borean Tundra a few days ago, no one knows where he went, just like no one knows where the Human Emperor went, but I suspect that they should have gone to find the most powerful civilization in this world, that is, the Night Elves of Kalimdor to seek support, this time Quel'Thalas's act of fire may be because the Caldore Elves who are outside the war have finally made up their minds."

After saying that, the Lich King said to Tikdios in a tone of discontentment:

"You're too immersed in intrigues with your kind, First Lord, I've been collecting information on the world lately, please don't forget the purpose of the fraudsters sending us to this world, and you don't want to disappoint him, right?"

"Huh"

Faced with this faintly dissatisfied questioning, Tikdios let out a sneer:

"It's not your turn, Nao Zu, recognize your identity, you are just a pawn that will be sacrificed when necessary, and whether to sacrifice your decision-making power is in my hands!"

"I'm just worried about the cause of the Legion."

Naozu seemed to soften, his voice became a little weaker, and he whispered:

"I've sent the Crypt Lord into the ruins to see, the mana node under the sunwell connecting to the earth has not been destroyed, it has only been drained of the magic by the seeds put by Kadore, after a long time, it can be restored, but that may take a hundred or even a thousand years to remember the time, and for us who are in a hurry to open the portal, this place has lost its meaning, so, First Lord, where should we go next?"

"Where else can I go?"

Tikdios waved his paw impatiently:

"In addition to the Well of the Sun, the only large magic node in the entire northern frontier is the human city of Dalaran, after dealing with the matter here, let your soldiers go all the way south, and the landing operation on the frontier of the human empire can also begin... Now that Kadore has reached out to this war, it means that we don't have much time left, and my brothers and I will open the portal as soon as we take Traran. ”

"And those Draenei of the Borean tundra? Do you want to divide your forces and dispose of them? ”

The Lich King asked again, and the Dreadlord rubbed his chin, a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes:

"No, let them stay there, let them not go there, and when Akmund takes over the world, the fraudster may be happy to come here himself and catch up with his "old friend". ”

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"You have seen it, you have seen with your own eyes the incompetence of Tikdios!"

In a secret location in the heart of the northern frontier, Casanatyr sat in the dark, his sharp claws playing with a swarthy scepter, the sides of the scepter were decorated with pendants similar to Nasrezm's decaying wings, and in the center there was a dark eyeball, between the swing of the scepter, the surrounding space produced a faint crack, which represented the scepter's extreme tearing ability for space.

The Scepter of Sargeras, an evil magic weapon in the Legion that is specially used to break through the barriers of the world and open large portals, has once again fallen into the hands of the Legion after several twists.

And Casanatyr, the former Lord of the Dreaded Demon King, coughed a few times from time to time, and the breath around him was not very stable, obviously, he was injured.

It's a natural thing... Stealing important items from the base camp of the difficult Darkblade Undead is something to be suspected of if they come out unscathed.

"My brothers, this is all screwed up by Tikdios, the Well of the Sun has been destroyed, and the victory we have worked so hard to plan has been ruined, and I believe that if any of us were to do it, not even the stupidest Malganes or the weakest Deseroc would have done it."

"What do you say?"

The other Dreadlords hidden in the darkness were silent in the face of the former First Lord's questioning, but the silence itself represented their opinions.

In the end, it was Casanatyr's former companion, the Demon King Bainholer, who stepped forward and said:

"What do you want to say? Casanatyr, let's get straight to the point, and let's hear from you. ”

"Opinions? Hehe, what can I say? ”

There was a strong hint of distrust in Casanatyr's voice:

"I've been open and honest with you, I've told you all my plans, I've even taken the initiative to take on a mission that might have cost me my life, I've brought back the scepter with me all my life, but you, how do you repay me? Fellows, you sold my plans to Tikdios, and let that fool completely ruin my plans... You guys let me down. ”

"In my time, such a terrible subordinate would have been fed to the two fierce hounds of the Dark Titan."

"It was forced by the situation, Tikdios controlled the Lich King and his necromantic guards, and that damn orc was his loyal dogleg, and that sword, Frost Sorrow, you've seen it too, and if the two sides face each other head-on, we have no chance of winning."

The Dreadlord Varimathas replied with some reluctance:

"Trust me, Casanatyr, no one wants things to be the way they are."

"Are you afraid of the sorrow of the frost? Stupidity! ”

Casanaty waved his hand disdainfully, and he looked at Bainholer:

"What? Old friend, haven't you told that secret to our juniors? ”

Bain Holler shrugged:

"That's not a secret they should know, it's the most ancient legacy of Nasrezm..."

"I say, tell them!"

Casanatyr let out a roar, the sharp and deep voice echoed throughout the dark space, the momentum mixed with anger and haze, made the demon king Bain Holler also subconsciously take a step back, and also made the other fear demon kings silent, everything seemed to return to the era of hundreds of years ago, when the hidden one was in charge of everything.

Demon King Bainholler coughed lightly, turned around, and said to the other Dreadlord Lords:

"Frost Sorrow and Apocalypse can't hurt Nasrezm... Our ancestors added special materials when forging these two swords, so to speak, those two swords themselves were tailor-made for the Dreadlord clan, so we don't need to be afraid of the sorrow of frost at all... There's no way Tikdios could have used it to kill any of us, of course... Don't be stupid enough to send your own neck up to those two swords, you'll die if you lose too much blood. ”

"Tikdios is simply playing with you in applause... You fools! ”

Casanatyr rose from his seat, stepped into the dim light, he looked around, and finally, he slammed the Scepter of Sargeras to the ground, and shouted to the other Dreadlords:

"It seems that you cowards can't get you cowards to work hard without killing Tikdios, now, give me the spatial coordinates of your contacts with the polluter Akmund! If there are spatial coordinates of fraudsters, so much the better ... I'm going to see them personally, and it's time for the idiots of Tikdios to control everything. ”

You look at me, I look at you, and eventually, Tikdios's most trusted lieutenant, the mighty Varymasas, stepped forward and handed a black evil rune stone to Casanatyr... This thing is the only coordinate to communicate with Akmund, the Polluter, who is far away from the stars, and is obviously a very important strategic item.

To be honest, if it weren't for Tikdios's stupid act of losing even his underwear this time, which completely made the others lose confidence in him, it would be impossible for Varimasas to give this thing to Casanatyr, and this delivery action means that the other Dreadlords have completely surrendered their names, and they are now on Casanatyr's side.

"Click"

The black runestone was crushed, and with the help of the Scepter of Sargeras, which could easily tear through space, a door to the extraterrestrial realm was opened, and Casanatier reorganized his armor and strode into it without fear.

The next moment, the Dreadlord appeared on a planet completely occupied by demons, the magma under the earth was polluted by evil energy, flowing wantonly on the ground, and the dead earth was filled with the noisy shouts of demons, the whole world seemed to be an apocalyptic scene, Casanatyr's heart beat violently twice, but soon, he recovered his mind.

In front of him, a throne forged by endless white skeletons, tall and powerful evil power of the Polluter was sitting on the throne with his eyes closed, as if the arrival of Casanatire had not awakened him.

But just as the Dreadlord stepped forward, the polluter suddenly opened his eyes, and a huge storm of evil energy descended from the sky, binding Casanatier in place.

"Yo, look who this is... Casanatyr, a "veteran" who has been missing for hundreds of years, what the hell are you trying to do bypassing your stupid First Lord to come here? ”

"I'm here to offer you a treasure!"

Casanatyr's body was trapped in place by the dark green demonic energy, but he didn't panic, and between the slight movements of his fingers, a spatial rift silently appeared, and with a wave of the polluter's hand, a green branch covered with powerful life energy and magic fell into his hands.

"Huh? This... This thing smells of the Well of Eternity, a strange thing made entirely of pure magic and life force. ”

Akmund put the branch to his nose and sniffed, and the next moment, his eyes lit up, and his eyes flashed with undisguised greed, and he looked at Casanatyr, the evil power that imprisoned the Dreadlord crumbled in an instant:

"Where did you find it?"

"In Azeroth, of course..."

Casanatyr moved his wrist, and a playful glint flashed in his eyes:

"What? Didn't Tikdios tell you about the existence of the World Tree? There's no reason he shouldn't know... Oh, by the way, maybe he told the fraudster about the existence of this strange thing, after all, he was pulled up by the fraudster. ”

"Hmph."

This shallow sowing of discord naturally could not hide the polluter's eyes, but Casanatyr's words did make the polluter very uncomfortable, he looked at the branches of the World Tree in his hand, and after a moment, he raised his head and looked at Casanatyr the Hidden Person, who was standing quietly in place:

"Say, what do you want from me? What do I get? ”

"Tikdios's presence is too much of a hindrance, let that incompetent and cowardly and imperious waste fuck off, I'm in command of the Burning Legion's vanguard in Azeroth, and I can guarantee that within 20 days, the portal to that world will be opened for you... Pass through the portals of hundreds of thousands of demons at once! ”

"20 days?"

The polluter's eyes narrowed, and he put the green branch in his hand in front of his eyes, and looked at it carefully:

"Are you sure? You know, Casanatyr, if you can't... Forget it, if you dare to come here, dare to appear in front of me, and have proven your courage, then I will give you this opportunity... Also, the World Tree? ”

"When you were in Azeroth..."

Casanatire whispered:

"I promise, you'll see the ultimate secret of that world... I promise! ”