Dawn of Lordaeron

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The soul fire in Kel'Thuzad's hollow eyes shrank into a line of fire, and he looked at the silent knight standing on the bow of the ship without saying a word.

Thassarian turned around, staring at the great lich exuding powerful magical aura, and said in an indifferent tone, "How do you let me accept a messenger who once spread the plague in the land of Lordaeron? If not for your majesty's order , My sword will chop off your head first."

"Jiejie," Kel'Thuzad let out a creepy laugh as he floated to the bow of the ship, "I am following orders-and you seem to have a strange hatred for all the dead and living."

"You'd better not lean so close to me, otherwise I can't guarantee that I won't take your bones apart," Thassarian frowned slightly, "I am just hunting down those dreadlords. They have to pay the price. ."

"Oh, of course I know, death knight," Kel'Thuzad no longer looked at Thassarian, "I just want to remind you that our current master is not the brutal king before. He does everything. His purpose, you better not get lost in hatred..."

"Just take care of yourself, Lich."

Thassarian clenched his fists and released them. He stopped talking to Kel'Thuzad, bypassed the Lich and returned to the cabin.

— "It looks like you have noticed too, Kel'Thuzad."

Arthas's voice rang in Kel'Thuzad's mind.

"Of course, my respected master, the knight you chose has great potential, but he seems to have... undesirable emotions." Kel'Thuzad saluted respectfully toward the void, but he did not point out the entanglement. What kind of emotion is Sasarian.

"The hatred of these demons accounted for a large part of the support for his return from the kingdom of death. But Mal'Ganis is dead, and this hatred can only be paid by his accomplices."

"Be careful, Lich, don't let those guys escape, otherwise our world will face unpredictable danger."

Kel'Thuzad replied respectfully, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Arthas' gaze disappeared, and Kel'Thuzad's soul fire flickered a few times. As Ner'zhul's former left and right arm, he naturally knew his original master, and only superficially catered to those big bats. That's it.

From the beginning, Ner'zhul was determined to avenge the existence behind these demons, but Kel'Thuzad thought this was not a good idea.

The Dreadlord’s credit was indispensable in the formation of the Scourge. Ner'zhul’s army was almost completely cleared by the devil, so he wanted to form a "substitute" controlled only by him.

Ner'zhul pretended to cooperate with Mal'Ganis to go for a walk with plague and fear in Lordaeron, but actually wanted to take Arthas's hand to destroy Mal'Ganis.

It is a pity that his wishful thinking was very good, but he never expected that Arthas would not play the cards according to common sense. After killing Mal'Ganis, he was also slaughtered by the way.

Therefore, Ner'zhul not only lost his life, but for years of accumulation and forbearance all gave others a wedding dress.

Arthas became the Lich Queen, the first thing was to clean up the demon and Ner'zhul's loyalty. Ner'zhul worried that the devil would run away and inform the people behind him, but Arthas had no worries in this regard.

Ner'zhul's plan for the Dreadlord was not entirely clear, so he was afraid that the Dreadlord would escape to the Twisting Void and report.

But Arthas knew very well that the Dreadlords could not go, nor dared to run. If they returned to the Twisting Void, Kil'jaeden would be the first to take them. The Legion would not have any mercy on the losers.The second Chinese website www.dearzw.com

The dreadlord is the key to whether the Burning Legion can come. After losing the help and cover of the undead natural disasters and the Lich King, they will definitely go crazy and desperately to complete the arrangement of Kil'jaeden.

So these guys are still like time bombs for Azeroth.

Arthas also didn't know how many dreadlords were in Naxxramas, but instead of looking for a few demons who could hide in other people's bodies and souls at will, it was a better choice to set up a trap to invite the king into the urn. .

The only thing that made Arthas dissatisfied was that whether the decoy Kel'Thuzad brought could deceive the cunning Dreadlord was still unknown.

However, he has sent someone to collect things that can definitely arouse the interest of demons——

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On the Deadwind Path, the mage tower of Medivh, the last guardian, outside Karazhan’s town, two men in black robes stopped.

The arrival of the stranger scared away countless crows resting on the dead trees outside the town. The black crows screamed hoarsely, flapped their wings and flew to the dead branches on the higher cliffs, and their dark green eyes stared at the ones below. Figure.

A black-robed man lifted his cloak, he looked up at the towering but dilapidated mage tower in the distance, his eyes were full of complexity and nostalgia.

"Karazhan... I didn't expect me to return to this place again with such a posture."

Lothar stood outside the deserted town, and the scene of the ruined walls seemed to pull it back to when he killed his best friend more than ten years ago.

The once prosperous town has disappeared in the long river of time. The fel storm that erupted before the guardian died turned the original beautiful valley into a barren land.

The rugged rocks and withered trees are the only embellishments left here. The residents of the entire town died at that instant, and the degenerate magic power has not dissipated even after more than a decade has passed.

Lothar and Orgrim walked into the ruins of the town. A human skeleton was scattered on the stone benches by the street. Death came so fast. He didn't even have time to react. He was just sitting there resting. The terrible storm of fel energy turned into bones.

"This place has suffered a terrible magic blow... I doubt that we can still find useful things here." Orgrim raised his hand on a sign on the side, and the wooden sign immediately turned into debris. Scattered on the ground.

"Magic objects are not as fragile as these ordinary objects," Lothar explained. "The tower of Medivh is a place that all wizards in the world dream of, where we will definitely be able to gain something."

"Anyway, it's definitely not a difficult task," Orgrim looked around. "It looks like there are no other living creatures except those crows and mice—"

"Sha Sha-Bang-Bang Dang"

Before Orgrim spoke, he had already grasped the handle of the rune warhammer, and the rough weapon was held in one hand by him. The death knight focused his gaze on the place where the abnormal sound came from vigilantly.

"You heard it too, Lothar?" Orgrim asked Lothar in a low voice.

Lothar nodded and replied, "Of course, rats and crows can't make such a sound."

Both of them set their eyes on the deep door of a hotel, where the sound just came from.