Chapter 459 30. Infighting

"This! What the hell is going on here?"

The angry voice of Tichondrius echoed in the ruins of the completely destroyed Sunwell. Before the eyes of the Dreadlord, only a piece of ruins was left of the majestic Sunwell complex, and among the ruins, a tree The huge tree that was set on fire is burning fiercely. Judging from its size, it is estimated that it will take several days before it is completely burned.

But this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that after the Dread Demon King took painstaking efforts to destroy many enchantment rune stones, seeing that the natural disasters had already occupied more than half of Silvermoon City, it thought it had a chance to win, but when it arrived at Quel'Dan On Nass Island, it was like being hit in the head with a stick. The ruins of the Sunwell, which had no magic power response, almost gave it a clear message:

The most valuable loot of Quel'Thalas, the most important result of launching this raid, was destroyed just like that.

It was the one who snatched this job from the dreadlord under its command, and it was the one who promised others that it would take down the Sunwell. It also planned to use a big victory to deter that weird compatriot, but now, all of this has come to naught . Tichondrius could almost imagine how the news of this failure would be ridiculed by those cunning compatriots after the news of this failure was transmitted back to the Northland, and even the suppressed Kassanatil would take the opportunity to attack.

How does this keep Tichondrius from being angry?

It turned its head and stared at the quiet Vrykul general standing behind him with the eyes of a female dove. It asked sharply:

"Ner'zhul, what is going on here?"

The fully armed Vrykul general opened his eyes, and there was only a dead silence in those gray eyes. Obviously, this was a carrier, a temporary carrier that carried the Lich King's will, and faced the fear of anger The first lord of the Demon King, the Lich King, was not in a panic. He looked at the burning ruins in front of him, and said softly:

"Obviously, in this raid, there is a third party that we haven't discovered... Judging from this method, it should be the night elves who have been entrenched in Kalimdor and have been watching the battle in the northern border... The plants that can destroy the Sunwell at once, in this world, only they can take out, maybe, it is the seed of the powerful plant called the world tree?"

"Of course, this is just my guess. After all, I haven't seen the World Tree with my own eyes, but the wreckage of the World Tree in Grizzly Hills... Tichondrius, you have seen it with your own eyes. The breath emitted by the plant is almost exactly the same as that thing."

"Kadore?"

Tichondrius narrowed his eyes, scratched his chin with sharp claws, and said softly:

"The Kaldorei and the high elves do have a bone-chilling conflict. They also ended the invasion of the legion 10,000 years ago. When it comes to vigilance against demons, no one in this world is stronger than them. The group of monkeys in the forest There are indeed enough reasons and enough ability to do so, but... this reason is not enough, the connection between the legion and the natural disaster has never been revealed, how did the elves know?"

"Tichondrius, have you forgotten?"

The will-bearing body of the Lich King reminded softly:

"There is a prophet in this world, and his relationship with the legion...is very complicated..."

"Veron?"

The paw of the first lord of Nathrezim moved. He was busy attacking Quel'Thalas recently. The power of prophecy has been proven to the fullest in the past 25,000 years of fleeing, and the Deceiver sent out an entire legion, led by the best stalker Talgath, hunting these exiles among the stars.

But every time, every time, Velen can predict the actions of the Legion in advance, making it almost impossible for his people to escape. Now, he has settled in Azeroth with the Draenei, once the Legion Invading this world, then Velen must be able to "see".

"Where is that prophet?"

Tichondrius asked in a low voice, and the bearer of the Lich King's will replied:

"He was invited by the human emperor and secretly left the Borean Tundra a few days ago. No one knows where he went, just like no one knows where the human emperor went, but I suspect that they should be looking for this The most powerful civilization in the world, that is, the night elves of Kalimdor have sought support, and this time Quel'Thalas took a chestnut from the fire, perhaps because the Kaldorei elves, who were out of the war, finally made up their minds."

After finishing speaking, the Lich King said to Tichondrius in a dissatisfied tone:

"You are too immersed in the intrigue with your own race, the first lord, the collection of world intelligence has been done under my command recently, please don't forget the purpose of the fraudsters who sent us to this world, and you You don't want to disappoint him, do you?"

"hehe"

Facing this vaguely dissatisfied question, Tichondrius sneered:

"It's not up to you, Ner'zhul, recognize your identity, you are just a chess piece that will be sacrificed when necessary, and it is up to me to decide whether to sacrifice you or not!"

"I'm just worried about the Legion's cause."

Ner'zhul seemed to give in, his voice became weaker, and he whispered:

"I have sent the crypt lord into the ruins to see that the magic power node connected to the sunwell under the earth has not been destroyed, it has just been drained of magic power by the seeds dropped by Kaldorei, after a long time, it can still be restored , but it may take hundreds or even thousands of years to remember time, and for us who are eager to open the portal, this place has lost its meaning, so, first lord, where should we go next?"

"Where else can I go?"

Tichondrius waved his paw impatiently:

"In addition to the Sunwell in the entire northern border, only the human city of Dalaran is left as a large magic node. After dealing with the affairs here, let your soldiers go all the way south, and the landing operation on the border of the human empire can also begin. Already... Now that the Kaldorei have reached out to this war, it means that we don't have much time left. After taking Dalaran, my brothers and I will immediately open the portal .”

"Those draenei in the Borean Tundra? Should we divide up our troops and deal with them?"

The Lich King asked again, while the Dread Demon King stroked his chin, with a sly look in his eyes:

"No, let them stay there, don't let them go there. After Archimonde takes over this world, the fraudster may be happy to come here in person to catch up with his "old friend"."

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"You have seen, you have seen Tichondrius' incompetence with your own eyes!"

In a secret location in the heart of northern Xinjiang, Kassanatier sat in the dark, in his sharp claws, he played with a black scepter, and the sides of the scepter were decorated with similar Nathrezim decay There is a dark eyeball in the center of the pendant on the wings. When the scepter is swung, weak cracks appear in the surrounding space, which represents the scepter's ultimate tearing ability to space.

The Scepter of Sargeras, an evil weapon in the Legion that is specially used to break through world barriers and open large portals, after several twists and turns, it fell into the hands of the Legion again.

As for Casanatir, the former lord of the Dread Demon Lord coughed a few times from time to time, and the breath around him was not stable. Obviously, he was injured.

This is a reasonable thing to do...Stealing important items from the stronghold of the difficult Darkblade Undead, if it is unharmed, should be suspected.

"My brothers, Tichondrius has screwed up all these things that are sure to last, the Sunwell has been destroyed, and the great victory we have spent so much effort planning has been ruined. I believe that if any of us Anyone who does it, even the stupidest Malganis or the weakest Deserocco, will not have this result."

"You guys, what do you say?"

Facing the questioning of the former first lord, the other dreadlords hidden in the darkness remained silent, but this silence itself represented their opinions.

In the end, it was Cassanatier's former companion, the demon king Bain Heller, who stood up and said:

"What do you want to say? Casanatier, speak up and let us hear your opinion."

"Opinions? Hehe, what can I say?"

There was a hint of strong distrust in Casanatir's voice:

"I was honest with you and told you all of my plans. I even took the initiative to take on the task that might cost me my life. I narrowly escaped death and brought back the scepter, but you guys, how did you repay me? Companion You guys, you sold my plans to Tichondrius and let that idiot ruin my plans...you let me down."

"In my time, such a poor subordinate would be fed to the two vicious hounds of the Dark Titan."

"It was forced by the situation. Tichondrius controlled the Lich King and his Necromancer Guard, and that damned orc was his loyal henchman. And that sword, Frostmourne, you have seen It, if the two sides confront each other head-on, we have no chance of winning."

The dreadlord Varimathras replied unwillingly:

"Believe me, Casanatiel, no one wants things to go this way."

"You guys are afraid of Frostmourne? Stupid!"

Casanatil waved his hand disdainfully, he looked at Bain Heller:

"What? Old friend, haven't you told our younger generation that secret yet?"

Bernholer shrugged:

"That's not a secret they should know, it's the most ancient inheritance of Nathrezim..."

"I said, tell them!"

Casanatiel let out a roar, and that sharp and deep voice echoed throughout the dark space. The aura mixed with anger and haze made Demon Lord Bainholer subconsciously take a step back, and made the others The dreaded demon king is as quiet as a cicada, and everything seems to have returned to the era hundreds of years ago, when the hidden person was in charge of everything.

Demon Lord Bainholle coughed lightly, turned around, and said to the other dread demon lords:

"Frostmourne and Apocalypse cannot harm Nathrezim...Our ancestors added special materials when casting these two swords. It can be said that those two swords are made for fear. Tailored by the Demon Lords, so we don't need to be afraid of Frostmourne at all... Tichondrius can't use it to kill any of us, of course... don't be stupid to send your own neck Go up and cut those two swords, and you will die if you lose too much blood."

"Tichondrius literally played you to applause... you idiots!"

Kassanatier stood up from his seat, he walked into the dim light, he looked around, and finally, he hit the Sargeras scepter in his hand on the ground fiercely, and shouted at the other dreadlords arrive:

"It seems that if Tichondrius is not killed, there is no way for you cowards to work hard. Now, give me the space coordinates in your hands to communicate with the polluter Archimonde! It would be better if you have the space coordinates of the fraudster ...I will meet them myself, the days of that fool Tichondrius controlling everything are over."

Dreadlords, you look at me, I look at you. In the end, Tichondrius' most trusted lieutenant, the powerful Varimathras, stepped forward and handed a black fel rune stone to Kassanatiel... .This thing is the only coordinate to communicate with the polluter Archimonde far beyond the stars, and it is obviously a very important strategic item.

To be honest, if it wasn't for Tichondrius's stupid action of losing even his underwear this time, which completely made others lose confidence in him, Varimathras wouldn't be able to hand this thing over to Casanatiel, and This kind of delivery action also means that the other dread demon kings have completely handed in their nomination certificates, and they are now on the side of Cassana Tier.

"click"

The black rune stone was crushed, and with the help of the scepter of Sargeras, which could easily tear apart space, a door to the outside world was opened. Kassanatil straightened his armor and strode fearlessly into it.

The next moment, the Dread Demon King appeared on a planet completely occupied by demons. The magma under the ground was polluted by evil energy, flowing wantonly on the ground, and the dead land was filled with the noisy shouts of demons. , the whole world seemed to be in a doomsday scene, Kassanatil's heart beat violently twice, but soon he recovered his mind.

In front of his eyes was a throne made of endless white skeletons. The tall Polilator, who controlled powerful evil energy and magic power, was sitting on the throne with his eyes closed and resting. It seemed that the arrival of Cassanatil did not wake him up.

But at the moment when the Dread Demon King stepped forward, the Defiler suddenly opened his eyes, and a huge fel energy storm fell from the sky, binding Kassanatil tightly in place.

"Yo, look who this is...Kasanatier, a "veteran" who has been missing for hundreds of years, what are you trying to do here, bypassing your stupid first lord?"

"I'm here to offer you a treasure!"

Kassanatil's body was stuck in place by the dark green evil energy, but he didn't panic. Between the slight movements of his fingers, a space crack appeared silently. With a wave of the polluter, a whole body Green branches full of powerful life energy and magic fell into his hands.

"Huh? This... this thing smells like the Well of Eternity, a strange thing made entirely of pure magic and vitality."

Archimonde put the branch by his nose and sniffed it. The next moment, his eyes lit up, and undisguised greed flashed in those eyes. He looked at Casanatiel, the imprisoning dread demon The fel magic power of shattered in an instant:

"Where did you find it?"

"Of course in Azeroth..."

Casanatiel moved his wrist, and a playful light flashed in his eyes:

"What? Didn't Tichondrius tell you about the existence of the World Tree? He has no reason not to know... Oh, yes, maybe he told the fraudster the news of the existence of this strange thing. After all, He was picked up by fraudsters."

"snort."

This kind of superficial sowing and discord naturally cannot be hidden from the eyes of the polluter, but Kassanatiel’s words really made the polluter very uncomfortable. He looked at the branches of the world tree in his hand, and after a while, he raised his head and looked at the tree. Cassanatiel the Hidden standing quietly:

"Tell me, what do you want from me? What can I get?"

"The existence of Tichondrius is too much of a hindrance, let that incompetent, cowardly and domineering bastard get out, I will command the vanguard of the Burning Legion in Azeroth, I can guarantee that within 20 days, I will open the door for you The portal of that world...can pass through the portal of hundreds of thousands of demons at one time!"

"20 days?"

The polluter narrowed his eyes, and he put the green branch in his hand in front of his eyes, admiring it carefully:

"Are you sure? Casanatiel, you know, if you can't do it...forget it, you dare to come here, dare to appear in front of me, you have proved your courage, then I will give you this Opportunity...Also, World Tree?"

"When you appeared in Azeroth..."

Casanatiel whispered:

"I promise, you will see the ultimate secret of that world... I promise!"