Although the Lich King Gul'dan did not show the slightest agitation or restlessness, his undead were not so calm, a death knight seemed to want to say something, repeatedly raised his right hand wearing chain mail, but the unconditional obedience to Gul'dan in his mind finally made him let go, and his sharp fangs pierced deep into his shriveled jaw through his shattered dark purple lips. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As if seeing the strangeness of his subordinates beside him, Gul'dan said in a cold tone: "Tyrone, now we are just pawns in the hands of the Burning Legion, and the pawns will only be squeezed out of all their use value and eventually discarded, what they need is only the undead natural disaster as cannon fodder for war, not the undead beast clan reborn with the power of death, even if it is not consumed in this war, what will come after it is just another battle, endless battles, until destruction!" ”

Although he had long understood all this, these words still made a trace of hideousness flash in Guldan's eyes: "The Burning Legion will not let the existence of an undead beast clan, but if it is a few undead who were once beasts, it is likely to be ignored. And we're dealing with the Elder Fire Elemental Lord now, you don't think the Night Elves are really that easy to deal with, Elune, the god of the moon, and the kingdom that has held the core of Azeroth since ancient times......"

This Death Knight is none other than Tyrone Blood Demon, the most powerful existence of the Death Knight under Gul'dan, the flesh and blood of the demons are far more powerful than the body of the Stormwind Knights, if it is said that in the descendants of Gul'dan, the undead orc warriors and the undead ogres are the lowest third echelon, the lichs who were once members of the Shadow Council are the second echelon, and the Death Knight created by him is the first echelon, his real core strength.

On the other hand, in order to monitor this orc force and ensure that the power of the Raging Legion is delayed, it is not only the First Lord of Nasrezm, the Dark Lord Tikdios, but also the Third Lord Mephistopheles and Banazar and other elite members who are in charge of this mission.

"Gul'dan has such courage that he will not hesitate to bury the large army under his command and drag us into this battle in advance."

Mephistopus said coldly, and although he didn't react at the first moment, he quickly saw Gul'dan's thoughts.

"Gul'dan, this orc bone is against the interests of the Burning Legion! He is a betrayal, and this betrayer must be killed! ”

In response to Malgani's remarks, Banazar responded in a strange tone: "Betrayal, where is this called betrayal, you take a good look at this battle, he has obviously put everything into this battle, and he will not hesitate to sacrifice everything to stop the enemies of the legion." ”

"Hmph, when have you been arguing about this, Lord Kil'Gardan's orders must be carried out, and now the only thing that needs to be considered is how to use the orc souls to delay these fire demons."

Although Tikdios didn't say anything in his words, a flash of vigilance flashed in his heart, he and Mephistopheles both knew that what Kil Gardan needed was just an undead army that acted completely according to his will, not an undead army led by Gul'dan and other former beasts, even if they successfully completed this mission, what awaited them would only be the next battle until this force was exhausted, but unlike Mephistos, the First Lord thought of it even more.

Nasrezm, as a follower and servant of Kil'Gardan, this represents the cunning and wisdom of a deceitful race, although the situation is much better than that of Guldan, but the intrigue within the Nasrezm clan is also indispensable to the deliberate connivance and even promotion of the superiors.

"Since the fight is inevitable, it is better to destroy some of them directly, perhaps it would be a good note to treat the two positions of the second lord and the third lord as victims."

After this thought appeared in Tikdios's heart, the gaze of the same clan in front of him couldn't help but show a little strangeness, but there was no pause in his hand, and invisible mental fluctuations accompanied by a dark aura emanated from his side, like a huge cage towards the enraged legion in front of him.

Although the Nasrezm demons are very proficient in all kinds of evil spells and bloodsucking memories, the most feared thing is their psychic power, and unlike races such as the Mind Flayer or the Kithserets, although the means of using this power are relatively limited, but the grasp of emotions and ** makes them more terrifying.

Spiritual energy in the usual sense is often the confrontation between the spiritual power and will of both sides, which can easily cause the other party's resistance and vigilance, and once it fails, it will also have a great negative effect on itself, but the Nasrezm demons are good at using emotions and ** guidance, so that the other party unknowingly falls into a trap, using the recipient's own power to deal with himself, and the first lord, Tikdios himself released is undoubtedly even more terrifying.

With the rapid spread of dark power, although the sky and the earth have not changed in any way, and are still filled with the death ash of the undead natural disaster or the flames of the Raging Legion, in the eyes of those who fall into it, all light will be deprived, and they will fall into pure dark space, as if countless demonic minions are filling the surroundings, letting out a hideous and terrifying scream and roar. All doubts, panic and disgust will be transformed into malicious fluctuations that erode the mind, and once the emotions are provoked, they will gradually fall into destruction, but if they resist the malicious erosion, they will become more and more numb under the rejection and resistance, and the vigilance of mind spells will drop to the minimum.

Under the shroud of the dark space, the attacks from Malgani and Banazar and others also arrived, tiredness, confusion and fear quietly shrouded the surroundings, and the third lord Mephistopheles even invaded the emotions of the enemy in front of him, no matter what emotions the other party breeded, he would find the gap, but now they are facing the army of rage, the existence of the original sin of rage.

"How so, what kind of monsters are these!"

The face of the third lord, Mephistos, suddenly became extremely ugly.

The Burning Legion is feared by all living beings, in addition to their power and evil, the biggest reason is their purity, all civilization and life will be killed and destroyed, but the ultimate goal is only to feel pleasure, through enslavement and killing to gain more power, but these living forms in front of them are different, no, strictly speaking, Mephistos even determined whether these can be called life forms.

They do not possess the instincts of all living beings, not even the most basic thinking ability, and naturally do not feel any pleasure and satisfaction, killing only because of anger, as if the existence of all matter and living beings can only anger them, and at the moment when the mind and mind are connected, Mephistopheles feels only endless rage, far more intense and furious than a volcanic eruption, and the only consciousness that can be clearly felt is destruction.

"These humble and humble fire elementals have terrified and disgraced me, the great Mephistopheles of the Great Third Lord of Nasrezm! Absolute shame! If you desire destruction, use your lives to seek destruction! ”

With Mephistos' roar, an extremely large shadow force distorted the sky and tore through the space barriers, forming a dimensional vortex leading to distorted time and space in the clouds, yellow-green evil flames raining down like raindrops, and the hellfire with terrifying heat and terrifying impact was like the end of the world.

However, Mephistos did not realize that his eyes, which were originally full of cruelty and cunning, were now gradually occupied by anger, and his dark purple skin was becoming more and more inflated, and the dark green armor was like a straitjacket that tightly bound his body, and became tighter and tighter as it swelled............

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