Chapter 432 3. Dark Guidance

Casanatiel is unwilling to explain where he has been for hundreds of years.

The Nathrezim were very skeptical. It was a very shameful history, especially the proof of the power of the Fear Council that he carried with him. The disappearance of the magic blade "Apocalypse" seemed to confirm this point.

But no one is going to expose Casanatiel's shameful past...nobody with brains will.

However, the Dreadlords are suspicious. Although Kassanatil outlined a near-perfect future for them and provided evidence, it does not mean that the Dreadlords will trust him.

"hum"

Dark magic power vaguely floats in the darkness of Lordaeron's most sacred monastery. It is a tiny fragment cut from the soul, wrapped in a dark and strange halo. This fragment was turned over and over by 5 dreadlord lords After more than ten minutes of testing, it was not until the end that they really confirmed Casanatil's identity.

Nathrezim are unique individuals. These demons born in the deepest and twisting void are united in body and soul. They have no traditional distinction between body and soul, which means that the dreadlord is based on the soul. Existing entities, it is very simple to distinguish their identities, just need to detect the soul.

"Has the test been completed? Can you confirm that my identity is your former lord, not a weak human soul pretending to be?"

Casanatiel was very disdainful and sat on the railing of the stable, taunting his own race with a strange voice:

"Hundreds of years have passed. Humans have learned to use detection magic to detect opponents, but you are still using this ancient blood detection. What has Tichondrius done in the past few hundred years? Have the fellow explorers turned into a bunch of XXX who only know XXX?"

"The words are so indelicate, and your temper is the same as ever, my friend."

Demon King Bainholle stepped forward and handed back the piece of soul to Kassanatier. He narrowed his eyes and said:

"You have to understand that this is an eventful time. The Legion is going to invade this world, and the Polluter knows the temper. If something goes wrong... we will suffer."

"What is Archimonde? A brainless fool!"

Casanatiel said disdainfully:

"It is said that he used to be the dean of the Draenei Mage Academy. Look at him now, he has probably been inactive for thousands of years, and has degenerated into a primitive man. Look, Bain Holle, this time he will I have suffered a great loss for my arrogance, hehe, you all underestimated the undead in Southern Border, and I have observed them very closely...you will be shocked by them."

"Okay, don't hold back, Casanatiel."

Varimathras, the lord of the Dreadlord, stepped forward and said impatiently:

"Everyone has signed the soul contract. We are now on the same boat. Let's talk about the secret you have hidden, the portal about the legion's invasion, and those interesting pillars of creation."

"cough cough"

Casanatil waved his hand to let everyone approach, he cleared his throat, and then whispered:

"During the last war against order carried out by the Deceiver, when the orc warlock manipulated and betrayed by him, Gul'dan, died, I was observing all this not far away...there is a Things, left over from the time when the Dark Titan entered this world, it is a magic weapon specially used to break through the space walls of various worlds... Scepter of Sargeras, you haven’t forgotten it, have you?”

"Of course I haven't forgotten, but that thing disappeared after the Southern Border Undead broke through Karazhan."

Malganis found his chin, and said with a sullen expression:

"Just a few months ago, I was sent by Tichondrius to look for it, and I was almost captured by a powerful lich on the spot. It's really bad luck."

"My God, are your brains just for display?"

Casanatiel cursed with hatred:

"Do what Tichondrius tells you to do, do you? Are you crazy? Do you think the undead will let it continue to be stored in Azeroth for such an important thing? Don't forget, the leader of the undead in the southern border , Tyrion Dawnblade defeated Kazzak in Draenor, he seems to be a prophet-like character, he is very clear about what this scepter will bring, and he will definitely store it in the safest place... .Yes, I'm talking about the Dark Temple in Draenor... Don't tell me, you didn't even find out about this news?"

"cough cough"

Varimathras had a strange expression on his face. He coughed twice and said:

"Of course we know that place is called the Temple of Darkness, but the gate of darkness is blocked by the undead..."

"Aha!"

Casanatiel interrupted Varimathras' argument with a sarcasm, and he looked at his compatriots with a mentally retarded look:

"Don't tell you, you can't even pass through such a blockade! You are really embarrassing to the glorious Nathrezim! Maybe I should get rid of you here, lest you will take the initiative to step into the trap because of your own stupidity. ..”

"Of course we can!"

Varimathras was a little annoyed by the continuous ridicule of the former first lord, and he shouted:

"It's just that we have been active in the Northland! Tichondrius wants us to hide ourselves so as not to be discovered."

"Keep your voice down, idiot! There are at least three great knights in this monastery who can purify you!"

Casanatiel cursed, his sinister eyes swept over the people in front of him, and he whispered:

"Use your brains! You are dreadlords, not pit lords with only muscles. Now, listen to me... I know it is too difficult for you to go to the Black Temple to steal the Scepter of Sargeras, so I will do it ! But while I am taking risks, you also have to shoulder your own responsibilities, to open several portals within the entire world at the same time, we also need the book of Medivh that records the magic nodes of the entire world!"

"The Book of Medivh is also missing."

Mal'Ganis whispered: "Humans hide it in a place we don't know, and as far as I know, only the Council of Six in Dalaran knows that place..."

"If everyone knows, what else do you need? I beg you, Malganis, don't show off your poor IQ, okay?"

Casanatiel shut Mal'Ganis' mouth with a sharp sarcasm, rolling his eyes:

"Besides the council of six, there is someone else who knows...Of course, that is me! The ubiquitous "hidden man" Casanatier, I have already said that this world does not have too many secrets for me... .That book is housed in Tol Barad's prison, guarded by a summoned Mana Terror, and it's dangerous, so I'll need two people working together to steal it..."

The eyes of the former first lord were on the dreaded demon kings in front of him, as if he was picking a fighter. After a while, he flicked his fingers and said to the two dreaded demon kings pointed at:

"Malganis, you go with Bainholler! If necessary, you must be prepared to be exposed and flee."

Bainholler accepted his mission with an unchanged expression. This dreadlord has seen strong winds and waves, and he is more trustworthy than the rough juniors around him. Malganis was a little reluctant, but faced with Cassana Tier, who has returned strongly, did not dare to raise objections.

The returned first lord, to be honest, is much more difficult to speak than the current lord Tichondrius, but it is this kind of omniscient strength that makes the surrounding dreadlords feel that Tichondrius cannot bring their peace of mind.

No matter how cunning a race is, it also needs a wise and obedient leader. Only the most treacherous and ruthless one can become the first lord of the Dread Demon King. This is Tichondrior, who is naturally cunning but lacks responsibility and is willing to obey the fraudster. S can't do it.

"The last thing is a powerful source of magic power. As I said, even if the entire Dalaran is drained, how many portals can be opened?"

Casanatiel propped his chin with his fingers, and a sly light flashed in his eyes:

"We need a more powerful source of magic power. I found two. One is Nordrassil, the world tree of the Kalimdor night elves. That tree grows in a miniature Well of Eternity. It has the magic power It can destroy an entire continent in an instant, but it is a bit difficult to obtain, so we have a backup option... The Sunwell of Quel'Thalas is also made based on the principle of the Well of Eternity. Three Together, we don’t need any undead Scourge at all to open a portal big enough to accommodate an entire legion.”

"Varimathras and Detherok, you two go back to the North, appease Tichondrius, don't let him know all this, that bastard will pay for his cowardice, I swear to you! One is better The time is coming!"

Kassanatil stood up, rubbed his hands, and said to the other dreadlords:

"After you finish all this, and after the legion comes to this world, we will start the second phase. Under the chaos, we will look for what we need."

The Dreadlords had nothing to say about this arrangement. On the one hand, Kassanatier took the initiative to take on the most dangerous task. On the other hand, their cunning wisdom was enough to tell that even Kassanatier The arrangement failed, and they will not suffer any loss hiding in the dark.

There was no need to think about it at all. The next moment, the dread demon kings nodded in agreement, and then left the dark stable one by one.

When only Cassanatier and Bain Holle were left, the old fear demon king of the previous era asked in a low voice:

"Cassanatier, you have become wiser and crazier when you come back this time. Tell me honestly, what are you planning?"

"Haven't I already said it all?"

The big knight said with a serious face:

"A new era, the era of the Nathrezim."

"Come on, you can fool these juniors, but you can't fool me!"

Bernholer sneered, he looked at the big knight with piercing eyes:

"I have worked with you for hundreds of years. I know that in your hands, the end of one conspiracy means the beginning of another. You have been hiding in this world for hundreds of years. You must not have just found these things. Tell me so I can trust you."

"Well, you are indeed the most difficult one to deal with."

There was a glint of haze in the big knight's eyes, and he said softly:

"I want to kill him. With the help of the power of this world, I will kill Archimonde. In this world, let him be ashes and bury him completely in this world. Only the vacant position at the top is worthy of our death Hot Blood, his position with the Deceiver should belong to me...Bainholler, we are the first batch of people to serve the Dark Titan, why let two latecomers ride on our heads?"

"Things that Tichondrius would never even think about, I want to do it myself...I want to use this method to prove that Nathrezim is the most reliable power of the Dark Titan! You...you will help me ?"

Bernholler seemed to be overwhelmed by this crazy speech, but after a few minutes, he let out a hearty laugh:

"Hahahaha, very good, very good! You are still the rebellious first lord hundreds of years ago... Time has not changed you, nor has it changed your hatred of polluters and fraudsters, of course I am willing to help You...to become a legend, you should start by killing a legend!"

"certainly!"

A gleam flashed in the big knight's eyes, and he whispered:

"It's going to be a new era, a...better era, it has to be!"

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In the secret room under the destroyed Holy Light Cathedral in Stormwind City, Tyrion sat here quietly. In front of his eyes, was a dark gem suspended in the air. What was he waiting for, even with the little baby in his arms? The cat seemed to have sensed the restlessness in the king of the dead.

"Ding"

With a soft sound, Tyrion opened his eyes. A strange text flashed across the dark gem in front of him. The Dark Blade King narrowed his eyes again. After a while, he stood up and walked silently. The sound retreated into the darkness.

"The treasure has been obtained, and the forging is about to begin."

"Notify Myra, open the entrance to the Molten Core, and gather the warriors of the Dark Iron District... It's time to deal with what Ragnaros left behind, and by the way, tell my little Dornan, take her New friends come to Azeroth, her old father needs her strength."