Chapter 488 21. Everything Is Ready----Add More for All the Brothers Who Donate [15/20]

Chapter 488 21. Everything is ready-add more for all the brothers who donate [1520]

When a catastrophe comes, it can always easily destroy all civilizations on the ground, but it cannot effectively destroy the rats hidden underground, because the rats always have their own set of living standards, and the creeds hidden in the dark have Sometimes it is hard to accept, but most of the time, those cold and cruel darkness can save your life.

For example, at this time, in the ruins of Dalaran full of chaos and death, a group of sneaky guys rushed out from the dark alley of the sewer. The composition of this weird team is very complicated. There are tall and gloomy orcs that are rare in the mainland, as well as short dwarfs sitting on the shoulders of a demon, high elves who are coquettishly dressed but have vicious eyes, and some human spellcasters who don't look like good people.

Undoubtedly, judging from the staffs of bones and the weird and evil instruments in their hands, these guys are a group of warlocks hiding under the city of Dalaran.

Warlocks, a group of casters who use dark magic and act recklessly. This is an imported profession. When the Dark Portal opened, the orc army not only brought chaos and war to the Eastern Continent, but also had a set that was completely compatible with Azeroth. A spell system that deviates from the orthodox magic theory.

Orthodox mages use the magic power that fills the world to release spells through a set of solid and internally self-consistent spell logic. This system was first established by the Night Elf Empire, and later passed through Quel'Sala The sorting and extension of the high elves, and then refinement by human spellcasters, finally formed the current mainstream spellcasting system in Azeroth.

It emphasizes efficiency, stability, manipulation, and a well-defined spell structure.

But the sorcerer's magic, which is said to be handed down from the devil, is completely another extreme.

Compared with mages who need a long study and a solid theoretical foundation, to become a warlock does not need to have a very high magical talent, all that is needed is the endless pursuit of power, and enough cruel character to be able to bargain with demons A gift for cunning, and finally a touch of wicked wit.

Most of the magic power of warlocks comes from the demons they summon from the Twisting Nether. They sign all kinds of strange contracts with demons to obtain the abilities of demons. Demons are chaotic and violent in nature, and they have been dealing with such creatures for a long time , Without enough wisdom, they often only send themselves into the trap of demons.

It can be said that a warlock is a profession that is easy to get started but difficult to master. Those warlocks who are not cautious enough, cunning enough, and vicious enough cannot persist in this industry for 3 years. period, and successfully turned yourself into a villain who does all kinds of evil, congratulations, you have the possibility to continue your "advanced studies".

This is a profession that is a hundred times more dangerous than a mage, but because it is easy to get started, in the years after the orc invasion, under the strong blow of human civilization, the dangerous warlock magic was not banned, but spread more and more widely. open.

On the bright side, after the establishment of the human empire, Emperor Lothar repeatedly issued orders to prohibit the circulation of the dark magic of warlocks in the human empire. As a result, many warlocks were tied to fire pillars and burned alive. In desperation, many warlocks They all fled their hometowns and came to Dalaran. This unique city-state that regards exploring the true meaning of spells as its mission is the only place that tacitly allows the existence of warlocks.

Warlocks are discriminated against in Dalaran, and any orthodox mage has the right to discriminate against them, but no one deliberately suppresses warlocks. Therefore, living in this city, except for the loss of dignity, warlocks can almost live in Activities in the chaotic lower city and sewers, conduct your own research, exchange black magic tips with each other, and even hold black market auctions.

It can be said that the warlocks are the mice living under the bright side of Dalaran. Their existence is not glorious, but they are a part of the city's ecology.

And now, the ship of Dalaran is about to sink, and these bilge rats hiding in the shadows have to find a plank to escape from this place before the ship sinks. Few people are willing to be buried with a city that is destined to be destroyed. Especially these cunning and vicious warlocks.

But there are also factions among warlocks. Perhaps because they have been in Dalaran for a long time, these dark spellcasters have also caught the fault of orthodox mages who like to form gangs. In the streets of the lower city and the sewers, several Factions of Warlocks fought against each other, and even when faced with doom, they failed to unite.

But right now, this warlock team that escaped from the sewer is a small faction that is often suppressed. The number is small, but everyone is an elite, which fits the characteristics of those small circle cultures.

When the undead invaded, they didn't act immediately, but waited until most of the warlocks had evacuated, and then these guys rushed out of their hiding places, ransacked the headquarters of other factions, and ransacked Dala There are several magic material shops in the country, and now everyone is carrying a swollen burden on their backs. It doesn't seem like fleeing from disaster at all, but like making black-hearted money.

The leader of this team is a dark-haired and gloomy human man in a black robe. He holds the hand of a beautiful girl and is looking around vigilantly. They are a pair of brothers and sisters, and judging from the face of the young girl who resembles the Duke of Ebonlocke, this pair of brothers and sisters are obviously Kanrisad Ebonlocke who disappeared in the disaster of the fall of Nightshade Town in the Kingdom of Stormwind a few years ago , and Telia Ebonlocke.

"Look! The portal there is still working!"

The sharp-eyed gnome warlock, perched on the shoulder of a felguard, was the first to spot the functioning portal in the portal hall after he had circled the ruined block.

And this scream made everyone in the team look relaxed. Under the escort of the demon they summoned, a group of people entered the portal hall with blood stains, but out of the most basic caution of warlocks, No one took the initiative to step into the portal, but you looked at me and I looked at you, waiting for the first brave "Pathfinder" to appear.

"I say, Kanrethad..."

The dwarf warlock with a black hood stroked his snow-white beard, and there was a malicious gleam in his eyes:

"Your sister has been in our organization for several years, but she has not made up her mind to become a member of us. She is useless and a burden. Now, is it time for her to make a little contribution to us?"

"Shut up! Wilfred, if you try to trick my sister again, I will take out your despicable soul!"

Kanresad stood in front of his sister, and he looked at the dwarf warlock who challenged him with disdain:

"Why don't you let your demon guard go to explore the way? Isn't it rougher and thicker?"

"Damn it! It's a one-way portal!"

Wilfred screamed in a dwarf voice:

"I won't risk losing my demon guard and let it go to explore the way, are you stupid? Don't you know how difficult it is to successfully contract a potential demon guard in Dalaran? It is my important property and partner...but your sister, a trash who can only eat! She is worthless!"

"She's my...sister!"

Kanrethad took a step forward, his eyes gleamed with fel energy, and in his open hands, the scorching brimstone was rolling. He stared at the dwarf menacingly, and shouted:

"You can't wait to experience death, can you?"

"Oh, I do think..."

The orc warlock who was silent on the periphery took a step forward. He stroked his chin playfully and looked at the confronting Kanresad and Wilfred. The orc warlock said in a deep voice:

"I think the noisy dwarf got it right this time."

"Yes, Kanrethad, your sister has wasted too many of our resources in the past few years."

That coquettish blood elf warlock also joined the debate. During the confrontation, more and more members stood on Wilfred's side. Terlia looked at the light in the eyes of the surrounding warlocks, she felt a little She hid behind her brother in fear, while her brother patted her shoulder with his hand, signaling that she didn't need to worry.

"Yo! Look what I found... a bunch of terrified rats."

Just when the atmosphere was stagnant to the extreme, a strange voice suddenly sounded above the crowd. Kanresad suddenly raised his head, and saw a human in a black robe and a bone walking stick slowly coming from the portal hall. Walking down the second floor, the human being was dressed not like a warlock, but like an orthodox mage.

What's more, Kanrethad knew him!

"Archmage Kel'Thuzad, why... why are you still here?"

Kanresad said in a humble tone: "Long time no see, is the soul gem I gave you last time still useful?"

"Oh, you... I seem to have seen you, but I forgot your name."

Kel'Thuzad stared at Kanrethad for a few moments, then shook his head, and said in a casual tone:

"Sorry, I don't have the habit of remembering the names of mice...but maybe, you will be a good subordinate, after all, you still have a little conscience..."

Under the watchful eyes of the warlocks, the archmage walked down the portal hall. He glanced at the beating portal and snorted disdainfully:

"A poor death trick that no one with a brain would enter into, who... you, and your sister, I'm planning something right now, and I need a helper or two, come help me? "

Facing Kel'Thuzad's invitation, Kanrethad took his sister's hand without hesitation, and stood behind the archmage, and this action made the warlocks on the opposite side noisy.

"Hey bro, I don't know who you are, but you can't take 'em, we still need that girl..."

"boom"

Kel'Thuzad snapped his fingers impatiently, and the black spatial rift suddenly opened around the hall. Under the indifferent gaze of the archmage, 10 fully armed demon guards, 5 succubi wielding fel whips, And three larger destroyers with various weapons screamed and walked out of the crack, surrounding the warlocks in an instant.

This skillful spell and terrifying summoned creature represented Kel'Thuzad's current identity, and also made those warlocks feel chilled. Obviously, this was a peer who was stronger and more mysterious than them.

"My cat is lost... I need to get stronger to get it back, I need capable subordinates... just 5 of them..."

Kel'Thuzad led the Ambrock brothers and sisters out of the portal hall. He put on his black hood and looked back at the warlock surrounded by demons. A ruthless and indifferent look flashed in his eyes:

"There are still 3 places... I'll give you 5 minutes to "discuss" with yourself."

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While the Archmage Kel'Thuzad was recruiting "followers", under the ruins of Dalaran, under the watchful eyes of a group of high-ranking undead and dreadlords, Varimathras sent Sargra with dark wings in his hand. The scepter, accurately, slowly inserted into the magic circle of Dalaran's magic node.

At the moment when the scepter was positioned, the huge blue magic power pouring out from the ground seemed to have found a vent, and frantically gathered on the surface of the trembling Sargeras scepter. As if coming to life, the dark eyeball on the top of the staff also opened at this moment, and every creature who saw the eyeball could suddenly see the sea of ​​stars reflected in it.

And the book of Medivh placed in front of the staff was windless and automatic. The pages that recorded the dark secrets of the astral mages roaming the stars finally stopped in a dark picture. Malganis picked up the book and put it In its claws, it easily recited those taboo words. The voice of the Dreadlord echoed in the air, and every word that fell would make the space in the hall thinner.

"Its appetite is too great."

Casanatir looked at the trembling black scepter, and it said to Bain Heller beside him:

"With the flow of this magic power, it will take at least 30 minutes to fully recharge..."

"Don't worry, my old man, it's only 30 minutes..."

The demon king shrugged his shoulders for the so-called, and the wings on its back flapped:

"I have seen this scene countless times, but I never get tired of it every time. The end of this world and the civilization it carries is coming, and this end will be opened by us. Aren't you excited? Brother."

"That is Archimonde's victory, what does it have to do with us?"

Cassanatil shook his head, and threw an ancient tome found in the Great Library of Dalaran to Bainholler:

"The location of the Pillars of the World has been found, it's time for us to act... It's enough to keep the two of them here, let's go, Bainholler, I don't want to see Archimonde's arrogant face... .”

"Okay, then as you wish."

Demon King Bainholle looked back at the ongoing summoning sequence with some regrets, but after a while, it obediently followed Cassanatil into the dark crack behind him.

The Nathrezim's service to the polluters is over, and it is time to serve their race and their own victory.