Chapter 431 2. Crisis Self-Defense
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The Grand Knight was roughly pushed into an unoccupied stable outside the quiet night of the monastery. In the dim shadows, he could see 5 figures standing around him. They were all well-dressed human nobles, but Only the same kind can see the camouflage of the same kind, and only the same kind can smell the breath of the same kind. The great knight can be sure that none of the five people standing here is a pure human being.
They, like him, are pretenders.
"Who are you!"
A hoarse voice sounded in the darkness. The big knight was very familiar with that voice. In his memory, that voice was very disgusting, so he reached out and patted the dust that did not exist on his clothes, and replied with a voice explain:
"Are you blind? Varimathras, don't you recognize me? You disgusting lackey of the usurper! Tichondrius took my place and wiped everything about me Is it? You juniors who have no etiquette at all, you should bow to me!"
"Oh? Why?"
Another sneaky voice sounded, and he looked at the big knight with a malicious look:
"Why didn't I know that there is another compatriot of ours in Azeroth?"
"If you can't speak, don't speak, Malganis!"
The big knight cursed in a low voice:
"Back then you wanted to kneel at my feet and lick my shoes. Look at you now. Does following your new master give you the confidence to face me? Do you know that I can tear you apart in just one second? Cowardly and incompetent fool!"
"Oh, look at our guest, he's so irascible, man, shall we teach him what 'times have changed'?"
A tall figure approached the big knight, his eyes shone with chaotic light, he waved his hand, and the moment he swung it down, that arm turned into a black blood claw, grabbing the big knight fiercely, but the latter He just smiled disdainfully, and amidst a flash of dark light, the pretender who took the initiative was easily trampled under his feet.
He struggled, but under the powerful strength of the former leader of the Fear Council, he couldn't break free like an ant.
"Detherok, the weakest Nathrezim lord..."
There was a blood-red light in the big knight's eyes, he looked like a real villain, his strange eyes swept over the few people in front of him, and he roared in a low voice:
"You should know your identities... You are not worthy to talk to me, let Tichondrius or Anaceron come to see me! If they don't have time... Hehe, cowardly third lord Mephisto Si is fine too."
"Let it go! Casanatiel! It didn't mean to provoke you."
The last figure who didn't speak spoke slowly. It was different from other disguised Dreadlords. It looked very stable, and there was no trace of tyranny in its words.
And this voice also made the big knight blink his eyes. After a while, he asked with some doubts:
"Bernholler? My friend, how did you get involved in this muddy water?"
"Because times have changed, Casanatiel, and our time is over."
Demon Lord Bainholle came out from the darkness. He was pretending to be an old nobleman, and his aura fit his appearance very well. Perhaps in the council of fear demon kings, Bainholle was not an important role, but That's now... Hundreds of years ago, when the Dreadlord Council was still controlled by Kassanatiel, Bain Heller was his chief think tank. conspirators.
He is also an old-fashioned conspiracy planner, but after Kassanatier disappeared in the world of Azeroth, the current first lord of Nathrezim, Tichondrius, who is loyal to the fraudster, took power, and Bain Holler Just stand aside.
But to be honest, in the group of Nathrezim, there are still many people who miss the time when Cassanatil commanded them. At that time, Nathrezim was not a vassal of some great demon, they were alone There is a power within the Burning Legion, making waves in countless worlds, and there is no need to look at anyone, but it is a pity that the original first lord, Casanatir, brought the most dangerous magic blade "Apocalypse" to the legion. The confidant is in serious trouble, and he disappeared in the world called Azeroth, which brought this beautiful era to an end.
Many dreadlords think that Cassanatil is not dead. The reason is very simple. The dreadlord has a body and soul. If it dies, the soul will definitely be reborn in the twisting void, but no, hundreds of years have passed, and there is still no Casa Natil's news, so that some conspirators believe that the scheming dreadlord is probably hiding in Azeroth and planning some shocking secrets.
But actually?
When the Dreadlords, as the vanguard scouts of Marton's demon army, were thrown into Azeroth for investigation, they searched almost all the civilization circles in the world, but they couldn't find anything related to Cassanatil. It seems to have really disappeared until recently... Just when the "Pioneer Army" carefully prepared by the Deceiver, the Scourge of the Undead in Northrend in the North, was about to set off to open the portal for the Legion, Kassanatier strangely Appeared.
It happened to be stuck at this time point, and anyone with a brain would doubt it, let alone the Nathrezim who were full of intrigues?
This is a test and confirmation of identity. Of course, Tichondrius, the first lord hiding in the Northland, also gave his subordinates another mission... If Kassanatil is weak, then kill him it!
But now, looking at Deseroc, who was easily stepped on by Casanatir, all the dreadlords knew that the former first lord had not only returned, but also returned with stronger power than before.
At this moment, in the minds of all the dreadlords, an idea emerged...the most loyal henchman of the Deceiver, the first lord Tichondrius, has a rival.
"Times have changed? Hehe, I knew that once I disappeared, those bastards like Tichondrius and Anaceron would be eager to take my throne, but that's okay... let them go."
The great knight let go of his left foot, and the struggling dreadlord Deserocco struggled to get up. He returned to his companions without saying a word. Provocative, knowing that you can't beat him, but sending your face up to others for a second time, that's not the style of the Dreadlord.
"Even if you don't show up, I will go find you."
The big knight snorted, looked left and right, took out a cigar from his waist, stretched out his hand and lit it with a black flame, in the mellow smoke, he slowly let out a breath.
"You must be wondering what I have been doing for hundreds of years? It's very simple. I have traveled every inch of the world for our only and supreme master. All the secrets of this world are kept in my mind, including I have seen your actions and all your plans in Northrend...you are also curious why I didn't show up when you followed the ice and fell in Northrend?"
"hehe"
The big knight sneered:
"It's simple, because I don't want to be someone's dog, and Nathrezim shouldn't be someone's vassal, a fraud, I admit that he is very powerful, but so what? As long as we alone complete the destruction of Azeroth , the supreme dark titan will see... nothing can be hidden from him, and he will know that while the polluters and the fraudsters are fighting each other for power and profit, there is still a loyal force serving his great cause , that's us!"
"The biggest enemy of the legion is the void, you know it better than anyone else, and Archimonde and Kil'jaeden have misunderstood the target...Destroying Azeroth is only a means, not an end, and when it comes to the void Understood, is there anyone stronger than Nathrezim? No more! Idiots, you have thrown away your greatest strengths and bent over to be dogs of the fraudster, what good has he done you?"
"Did he give you an extra bone because of your begging for mercy?"
The sarcasm of Casanatir made the five dreadlord lords in front of them silent, but in fact, even if they wanted to refute, they were powerless to refute. Before this invasion, Archimonde the Polluter arrogantly humiliated Tik Dios, many people know about this, but in the era when Casanatir controls the Legion's intelligence organization, who would dare to do this?
You have to know that for a military organization like Legion that fights across galaxies, it only takes one coordinate error to completely ruin millions of demons...
Of course, this is indeed because the polluters and fraudsters have gained more and more power over the centuries, especially after they corrupted Argus' star soul for the dark titan and found a way to corrupt the titan's soul Afterwards, the reason why his status became more and more noble, but on the other hand, is it also the reason why Nathrezim himself did not live up to expectations?
As a leader, you can be greedy, tyrannical, and tyrannical, but you can’t have the backbone and responsibility to the people. As a leader, you always beg for mercy from others. How can you make the people’s backs hard? ?
From this point of view, Tichondrius is indeed not a qualified leader.
After Kassanatier's sarcasm ended, Demon Lord Bain Heller asked in a questioning tone:
"It's not that I don't believe you, old friend, but if you want to convince us, you have to show me hope... Do you understand what I mean? Tichondrius has already driven the undead Scourge to attack the Eastern Continent. Invasion opens the door, we can't just rely on two beautiful words, leave this kind of big thing and follow you all the way to the dark...It's impossible!"
"You want evidence? Well, I'll give it to you!"
The great knight's fingers waved in the dark air, and a moment later, a heavy book was thrown to the other dreadlords. It was a manuscript written by the guardian Medivh, some of which were used by the great knight. A red tick marks it out.
"The soul of Lord Sargeras once resided in this world. He discovered many secrets hidden in this world, but unfortunately, he didn't have much time to discover them. After hundreds of years of investigation, some of them are very important to the dark world. The Titan's cause is very helpful...you know, he's been searching the stars for a fugitive titan's soul, and we can help him!"
"The Pillar of Creation?"
Demon Lord Bainholle's eyes widened, and he asked softly:
"Are these things related to Titans?"
"Of course! These are the items they used to shape the ecological environment of Azeroth. Each of them is related to their souls. As long as you find these five pillars of creation, you can easily find the God of Titans among the stars. The place of the soul... come to think of it, my brethren, is it important to a cause doomed to destruction for which you receive but meager reward? Or are we alone in finding the hideout for the Dark Titan's greatest enemy? more important?"
Casanatir smiled sullenly, flicked the burnt cigar with his fingers, threw it on the ground, and then stamped out the cigarette butts on the ground:
"Of course, I will not ask you to give up your mission. In fact, I will help you... Tichondrius hopes to use the magic power of Dalaran, the magical city, to tear apart the space, but that is too slow. How much magic power can the city of mortals provide? That can only allow polluters to pass alone, but as long as you agree to do this big thing with me, I will tell you a secret."
"Hehe, a secret that allows the legion to project most of its military power to this world in an instant! That is also the news I have obtained from hiding for hundreds of years, and it is the news you most want to know."
"I will reorganize the Council of Dread, and Tichondrius, cowardly and soft-boned, will be kicked away by me, and Anaceron, cunning, will be sent to hell by me, and the polluter who has no one in sight, who humiliated you, and you You don’t dare to resist, you don’t dare, then let me do it, I know that in this world, there are many forces that want to put him to death! The best thing is, this will have nothing to do with us, after he fails At the same time, we will win!"
"And once Archimonde died, the highest position would be vacated..."
The great knight took a step back, hiding his figure in the darkness, and said in a seductive voice:
"The time for Nathrezim to regain the dignity of his existence in the Burning Legion is coming, and such a great cause will be started by me, and we will return to the age of glory, and we will no longer have to look at anyone's face and act ...we will be great again!"
"My word is over...Now, who's for? Who's against?"