Dawn of Lordaeron

You can search "Lordaeron's Dawn Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!Kel'Thuzad quickly read the contents of the book with the eyes of magic, and his expression gradually became expectant.

"It is worthy of the legacy of the guardian, which has increased our success rate by at least 20%." Kel'Thuzad hung the book on the chain on his waist.

Lothar asked casually, "What kind of book is this, can it be so useful?"

The Lich used his finger bones to quickly draw complex lines in the void, and replied, "This book is Medivh's research record of the void demons. The magic recorded in it is almost all related to demons."

After completing the first circle, the Lich’s phalanx paused for a moment. He laughed and continued, "Of course, this is not as good as what is recorded in the Book of Medivh, but it is also taboo to put it in Dalaran. The books will be contained or destroyed immediately."

"The knowledge inside is very useful when we fight against demons," Kel'Thuzad portrayed another pattern with great efficiency, "Mal'Ganis' death made those demons more vigilant, I guess, This time, it will not be all the Dreadlords."

"If this is the case, how do we recapture Naxxramas?" Lothar asked.

"There are some extremely precious materials in Naxxramas, which seem to be prepared by demons in order to summon an existence to come, but since they have not been able to get the Book of Medivh, they cannot complete this ritual."

"I think the dreadlord should be reluctant to collect materials that are likely to be never found again." Kel'Thuzad's laughter was harsh, but full of joy, "If they leave someone in Naxxar Mars, that guy will definitely run away with things instead of facing the anger of the Lich King."

"And if they are all present, it will be a dead end."

Orgrim's voice was slightly murderous. He had always hated warlocks and demons. The orc had always thought that Gul'dan and his fel had destroyed Draenor.

This is indeed the case.

Kel'Thuzad's magic is about to be completed, and he solemnly said to the two death knights this time, "I will concentrate on maintaining this magic for a while, lest the fear demon escape or call in reinforcements. The battle can only be left to you."

Lothar grinned, "Don't worry, we have done such a thing more than once-but let me say, our majesty should really find us more'colleagues', and it is better to rely on us to work? It’s a bit hard."

"I will find a way, Sir Lothar."

Arthas's voice sounded behind Lothar, and the sudden response made Lothar's movements stagnate, and the scene was once very embarrassing.

However, Arthas didn't care about Lothar's behavior of "talking about his boss". He came this time only to ensure that there would be no shortage of combat power when confronting the Dreadlord.

"How's the situation in the town now?" Alsace asked Kel'Thuzad's crystal ball to monitor the town and asked while linking his vision.

"The psychics are preparing for the summoning ceremony, and Thassarian is on standby there, ready to strike a fatal blow to the demons that come."

Arthas nodded, at least for now, everything is still developing according to his expectations. Even if they cannot kill all the Nathrezim today, they must ensure that they will never have the ability to cause chaos in the Eastern Kingdom.

Once they drove them to Kalimdor and let them reunite with Tichondrius, Arthas would be able to gather his strength and completely wipe them out.

The only problem is that he doesn’t know exactly where Tichondrius is in Kalimdor and what he has done. There are too many secrets in that land that have not been discovered for Tichondrius to operate. The space is too much.Jiujiu Chinese www.99zw.net

Even if it was Lordaeron's eyeliner, it could not be densely spread to every corner of Kalimdor. If he could, Arthas felt that he would not have to rely on the Scourge.

Lothar rode an undead war horse beside Arthas. This undead creature is between the soul and the entity, and can shuttle back and forth between the material plane and the shadow world.

The Grand Marshal was also very curious about Alsace's strength. He had never seen Alsace take a shot. He could only guess Alsace's true strength from various aspects.

In Keldaron, Arthas only showed his power when he finally controlled the soul of the black dragon princess. Lothar and Orgrim were a little curious, what exactly did this young prince and undead monarch possess? Kind of strength.

As Arthas and the others rushed to the town, the summoning ceremony of the Naxxramas psychics was almost in its final stage.

Part of the soul was sacrificed to the summoning ritual, so that the devil ignored the gap in real space and quickly descended here.

But halfway through the ceremony, one of the young psychics murmured, "These souls...how come they didn't respond after being sacrificed?"

It stands to reason that these ghosts should struggle fiercely in the process of being corroded by magic. He is responsible for suppressing the soul's backlash, but now, the souls are a little too quiet.

It is as if they are not performing rituals with living souls, but using artificial soul crystals.

"Hmph, the souls here are facing a terrible disaster. They are numb to any stimulus, and it is not a strange thing to not respond." The older psychic didn't find it strange, he had seen it in his life. Too many things, this has long been a surprise.

"So that's it," the young psychic nodded, feeling that he had learned something new again.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, pay attention to the stability of the circle, if something goes wrong, everyone will be unlucky together." Another psychic interrupted the conversation between the two.

After being admonished by their companions, the psychics focused their attention on the ceremony. They had already felt it, and the Dreadlord responded to their call.

After the green fel flame dissipated, Banazar swept away the ritual supplies blocking the way in front of him, moving his body, "Ah, it feels good to breathe fresh air."

"Don't tell me you really like'fresh air', it's really disgusting," Varimathras looked around the ruins of the town, "Besides, what kind of fresh air is there in this lifeless ruin?"

"Stop talking nonsense, our task is to quickly find the place where the energy occurs, and the work here is left to you, psychic." Barnazar impatiently gave orders to his men.

But when he spread his wings and wanted to leave this place, a sense of imprisonment that made him extremely uncomfortable came, and he felt that his wings had become extremely heavy and could not fly at all.

"What? Forbidden air circle?!"

Barnazar reacted immediately, but before he could take any more actions, the neigh of a war horse came from the void, and the black knight penetrated the formation of the psychic like a sharp sword.

The two wizards fell to the ground before they could make any resistance, and the death knight's blade accurately hit their necks.

"Damn it, it's a death knight? How could it appear here?!"