Chapter 499 32. Planning and Parting Gifts
The process of Kel'Thuzad and his "Black Sickle Council" escaping from death was very difficult.
They chose a very crazy and bold plan from the very beginning. When Dalaran was besieged by undead and summoned demons, Kel'Thuzad not only did not run away with the shrimp soldiers and crab generals behind him, but relied on himself to attack Dalaran. Laran's familiarity led them to bypass the barrier of the undead and enter the most mysterious underground hall in Dalaran.
It is worth mentioning that on the night Kel'Thuzad lost his beloved cat, Tyrion gave him a "suggestion" to let Kel'Thuzad learn warlock magic. A mage's talent in warlock magic is higher than his talent in orthodox magic.
No one knows the purpose of Tyrion doing this, but Kel'Thuzad is not a magical figure who can think with common sense. After recovering from his injuries, he actually went to study the magic of warlocks. After that, almost all the classics about warlock magic can be found in Dalaran, and the identity of the archmage also allows him to browse those dangerous records at will.
But the facts have proved that Tyrion was right. Kel'Thuzad's speed of studying the magic of warlocks can be said to be rapid, and he has enough funds and materials for him to experiment. In just a few months, the archmage With another identity...humanity's first master warlock.
But he did all this without telling other people. Before his secret was exposed, Dalaran was attacked by undead and demons. In the eyes of other mages, it was a moment of desperation. From the perspective of the changed Kel'Thuzad, it was a perfect "opportunity".
What he is planning is beyond the imagination of other warlocks... He wants to get the staff that the demons use to open the barriers of the world, the Scepter of Sargeras! The dark energy overflowing from the staff fascinated him, and in Kel'Thuzad's view, in order to defeat Tyrion and get back his cat, he must first make himself stronger.
Kel'Thuzad knows this truth better than anyone else, and unlike others, he is more willing to put it into action.
But peeking at the Sargeras scepter is very dangerous. Although the undead and dreadlords guarding the underground hall had already left before the appearance of the great demon, at the concentration of evil energy at that time, even the most powerful Kel'Thuzad didn't dare to brave the storm of fel energy to rush forward, and at the moment when the great demon descended on Dalaran, Kel'Thuzad was determined, and the archmage also felt a sense of doom.
However, the development of things exceeded everyone's expectations. At the beginning, the big demon who appeared domineeringly did not even say a complete declaration of war, but was blurred by the rays of the Eye of Sargeras shot from overseas. The warlocks of Kel'Thuzad who hid underground in Dalaran almost witnessed the whole process of Archimonde from his arrival to his defeat.
Of course, the ensuing collapse of the world was beyond everyone's expectations, but with the desperate efforts of Kel'Thuzad and other warlocks, and their luck, the ray did not destroy the entire Dalaran. It also allowed these bold guys to survive in desperation. Not only that, they were also very lucky to get the scepter after the big demon lost its threat.
However, the warlocks are a group of fierce and unlimited guys. When the scepter of Sargeras fell into Kel'Thuzad's hands, the warlocks behind him almost unanimously launched a sneak attack on Kel'Thuzad. No one wanted to Seeing that this thing fell into the hands of other people, in short, in the period between the fall of the great demon and the arrival of Tyrion, several people launched a real "death fight" in the underground hall.
And before the battle had any results, they encountered another big incident that made people's scalp tingle, two gods of death hidden under the surface of the world, and Tyrion. Dawnblade was less than 100 meters above them The confrontation on the ground, the pervasive power of death shocked everyone including Kel'Thuzad.
The group of people who were fighting to the death just now united together again, with the most powerful Kel'Thuzad as the core, they injected all the magic power into the Scepter of Sargeras, and then violently broke out in Tyrion. At the moment of attack, these warlocks took terrible risks and activated the ability of the Sargeras scepter to shatter space.
The few of them, together with only one third of the floating island of Dalaran, were sent to a corner of the endless sea.
This is the story of the first generation of members of the Black Sickle Council who escaped death, full of legends of cooperation, betrayal, backstabbing, crisis solidarity, and goddess of luck, but there will be no troubadours to sing this story, because Warlock... This is always a shady profession, like a sewer rat.
"That dwarf...Wilfred is dying..."
The hands of the orc warlock Recent were annihilated in the space teleportation. Enduring the pain, he said to the current boss Kel'Thuzad with difficulty:
"Before he left, he was hit head-on by the weird tentacles. His soul is very weak now, and he is hopeless. Shall we throw him down?"
"No!"
Kel'Thuzad shook his head and rejected this cruel proposal. He looked at the others:
"In today's world, it's hard to find subordinates who are bold and capable of execution like you, and we've all suffered together, so it's not good to just leave the dwarves behind like this...Go, collect those devil blood in the ruins , we inject this thing into the dwarf's body, whether he can survive depends on whether his own life is hard enough."
"this..."
Miss Althea Ambrock, who was miraculously uninjured in the disaster, looked at the boss in shock, and said loudly:
"Can this work?"
"Little girl, that's the blood shed by the great demon. To a warlock, that thing is more precious than any other material..."
Kel'Thuzad glanced at Althea, and explained impatiently:
"Go and collect more, not just dwarves, everyone, everyone here, must be injected with this magic blood. It can change our weak body's tolerance and perception of evil energy, and it can change our talents. Although it will be a little painful…”
"But without pain, how can there be evolution? Without pain, how can there be strength?"
The great warlock put the Sargeras scepter in his hand on the ground, and he shouted loudly:
"Hurry up and collect them, you bastards! Don't let those precious demonic blood just evaporate... That will be the biggest capital for us to expand our organization in the future. To defeat the undead, we alone are not enough!"
The injured orc warlock and the disfigured high elf warlock glanced at each other. They turned and walked into the ruins behind them without saying a word. The human warlock Kanrethad waited until his "companion" left, and then sneaked to Kerr. Sugard said:
"Boss, I went to see it just now. There are not many supplies in the ruins. We have to find a way to save ourselves."
"You don't need to worry about this, Kanrethad."
Kel'Thuzad sat on a rock, shook his head, and said softly:
"As long as you are sure you are still in Azeroth, there is still hope for everything. It can't be just to find the nearest civilization gathering point from here. I will do this... Go collect the magic blood, and those scattered Collect the souls in the city, if you can find them!"
"Yes, boss."
Kanrethad picked up a wooden root, propped himself up, and walked into the ruins on the other side with his younger sister. When only Kel'Thuzad was left in this open space, the great warlock looked around. Look, the magic city in his memory has disappeared, and there is only a dilapidated wall in sight, which makes the great warlock feel uncomfortable.
Just like losing his favorite cat once, now, he lost his home again. Kel'Thuzad was an orphan who grew up in Dalaran, and this was his only home.
But now, home, is gone.
"Dalaran..."
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"The demons are still pouring out, although the speed is much slower than before."
In the Arathi Highlands, after experiencing the collapse of the earth, the grassland also showed signs of splitting slightly. In the northwest of Arathi, near the Hillsbrad Hills, the continental shelf under the earth has cracks, and it is pouring Under the impact of the sea water entering the interior of the continent, many strange earthquake-like cracks appeared at the end of this land.
The final blow of the Eye of Sargeras changed the terrain of the northern border, the interior is broken, and the continental shelf full of cracks will heal over time, but in this process, it will have a very large impact on the ecology of the northern border , and now the changes are just beginning.
However, the dark green legion gate above the sky seemed to be unaffected, and it was still hanging in the sky. Demons continuously appeared from the beam of light, landed on the ground, and fell into the heavily armed dark blade undead. In the encirclement, like a mouse thrown into a millstone, it was crushed to pieces of flesh and blood bit by bit.
Problems arose from the very beginning of the agreed-upon full-scale invasion, especially after the death of the most powerful Archimonde, the number of demons entering the world from Mardun also began to decrease, these mindless thugs were difficult to be defeated Scared, so this situation shows that on the other side of the portal, on the planet Marton, there are other high-level demons who have taken over the command.
They began to shrink their forces. But to be honest, this is not a good thing... The scepter of Sargeras has broken through the space barrier between Azeroth and Mardum, and that is not an impact that can be eliminated in a short time, that is to say, This world has opened the door to the millions of demons waiting on Marton Star. Even without the command of the Great Demon, those demons will not give up this opportunity.
The demons, who are naturally attracted by chaos and blood, will only "smuggle" into this world in a more active and scattered manner. There will be no large-scale invasion, but a full-scale invasion that cannot be guarded against. No place is safe anymore. Now, demons will emerge from every corner at any time. Considering the number of demons on Marton Star, in the next few decades, fighting with demons will inevitably become a daily routine in this chaotic world. one.
"Saurfang's legion has arrived at the junction of the hills and Stratholme. They are fighting fiercely with the demon legion that descended on Lordaeron. It is said that several demon lords commanded a large number of elite demons to burn, kill and loot there. ... Seriously, I don't want to pass up this opportunity."
Glokush glanced at the sharp saw chain sword in his hand, and he looked back at Stromgarde behind him, the largest human military stronghold in northern Xinjiang, which was ravaged by demons and undead. It was on the verge of falling, but Galin Trollbane still commanded the surviving human warriors to stick to the innermost defense line of the castle.
"That human kid is not bad, a bit courageous, much better than his father who can only shrink behind the castle."
The Lord of Death appreciated King Garin's courage, but he was not optimistic about the future of these defenders. Although with the "help" of the Darkblade Undead, the demons who invaded the castle were almost wiped out, but Glokush's Under his command, it is obvious that he will not give up his "spoils" so easily. When the battle with the devil is over, it is time for the undead armed to the teeth to completely occupy the fortress.
"If he is smart enough, he should abandon the city and leave now, but I don't think he will do that... Forget it, let Danas have a headache."
The orc death lord who had already killed very enjoyable on the battlefield waved his hand lazily. He looked at the legion gate in the sky and said to the arakkoa chief behind him:
"Go, give our parting gifts to the group of demons, and then head north... Let's hunt those demon lords! By the way, "invite" those panic-stricken humans to the southern border."
"As ordered."
The chief of the arakkoa flapped his wings and quickly disappeared beside Glokush. A moment later, a huge black iron box pulled by 3 frost bone dragons was sent to the sky danglingly.
The surface of the black iron box was engraved with complicated magic lines. When it approached the sky bit by bit, the box was still vibrating crazily, as if a violent beast was imprisoned in it, but the things stored in it, to be honest , is much more dangerous than beasts.
While Glokush watched, the three bone dragons, escorted by a large number of undead arakkoa, approached the legion portal that looked like green eyeballs in the sky, and then disappeared in the portal in a flash , the arakkoa fled in all directions as if avoiding some invisible disaster. A few seconds later, a dull, huge, deep and chaotic roar exploded in the legion's portal.
"I... am... Tectus! I am... the moving... hill!"
"Feel... the power of the earth!"
"boom"
Between the last echoes of the violent elemental creatures, the elemental explosion visible to the naked eye exploded from the green legion gate, and rushed to the sky in all directions in the form of shock waves. They flapped their wings in horror, but under the brutal shock wave, they could only be loaded head-on into the dark army waiting in full force below.
The legion gate in the sky, under the self-detonation of Tectus, the violent elemental lord of Draenor who has never been able to be controlled, is like a shattered green glass, between the swirling green energy spinning rapidly, It collapsed little by little, and finally disappeared in the sky of Arathi.
When the sun once again covered the land full of ruins and bones, the orc death lord Grokush turned over and rode his bone dragon. He took a last look at Stromgarde covered by the sun, and his arm was fierce. Wave forward:
"The battle here is over, Frostfire Legion, follow me!"
Tectus, the third of the overhang, looks like a tough character, so I'm giving him a box here...