Azeroth’s Death Track

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Casanathir was reluctant to explain where he had been for hundreds of years.

The Nasrems suspected that it was a disgraceful history, especially the evidence he carried with him that feared the power of the council, and the disappearance of the magic blade "Apocalypse" seemed to confirm this.

But no one is going to expose Casanathir’s shameful past...anyone with a brain will not do it.

But the dreadlords are suspicious. Although Casanathil outlined a near-perfect future for them and provided evidence, it does not mean that the dreadlord will trust him.

"Om"

Dark magic was looming in the darkness of Lordaeron’s most sacred monastery. It was a small piece cut from the soul, entangled with the dark and strange halo. This piece was turned over and over by the 5 Dreadlord Lords After testing for more than ten minutes, they did not really confirm the identity of Casanatil until the end.

Nasrems are unique individuals. These demons born in the deepest and deepest twisted void are united in body and soul. They do not have the difference between the body and the soul in the traditional sense, which means that the fear demon is based on the soul. It is simple to identify the identities of the existing entities, and only need to detect the soul.

"Is the test done? Can you be sure that my identity is your former lord, not a weak human soul?"

Casanathir was very disdainful, and he sat on the railing of the stable with no manners, taunting his fellow race with a weird voice:

"Hundreds of years have passed. Humans have learned to use detection magic to detect opponents, but you are still using this old antique bloodline detection. What has Tikdios done for centuries? Bring me the courage Did the fellows explored become a bunch of XXX who only knows XXX?"

"The words are too inelegant, your temper is the same as before, my friend."

The devil Bernholler stepped forward and returned the piece of soul to Casanathir. He narrowed his eyes and said:

"You have to understand that this is a troubled autumn. The legion is going to invade this world. The polluter's temper also knows that if something goes wrong... we will suffer."

"What is Archimonde? A mindless idiot!"

Casanatil said disdainfully:

"It is said that he used to be the dean of the draenei mage academy. Look at him now, probably for thousands of years. A big loss for your arrogance, hey, you all underestimated the undead in southern Xinjiang, and I have observed them very close...you will be shocked by them."

"Okay, stop selling it, Casanathir."

Dreadlord Lord Varimathras stepped forward and said impatiently:

"Everyone has signed the Soul Pact. We are on a ship now. Tell us about it. The secret you hid, the portal to the invasion of the legion, and the pillars of creation that are of interest."

"Cough"

Cassanatier waved his hand and brought the crowd closer. He cleared his throat, and then whispered:

"In the last war of order destruction performed by the fraudster, the orc warlock that he manipulated and rebelled, Gul'dan, when he died, I watched all this not far away...the same Things, left over from the Dark Titan when they entered this world, are specifically used to break through the walls of the world’s space...the Scepter of Sargeras, don’t you forget?"

"Of course I haven't forgotten, but that thing disappeared after the undead in southern Xinjiang broke through Karazhan."

Mal'Ganis looked at his chin and said sullenly:

"Just a few months ago, I was sent by Tick Dios to find it, and I was almost captured by a powerful lich on the spot.

"Oh my god, are your brains all furnished?"

Casanatir hated that iron was not good enough:

"Tick Dios let you do what you do? Are you crazy? What an important thing, do you think the undead will let it stay in Azeroth? Don't forget, the leader of the undead in southern Xinjiang , Tyrion. The Blade of Dawn defeated Kazak in Draenor. He seems to be a prophet-like character. He knows exactly what this scepter will bring, and it must be stored in the safest place.. .Yes, I’m talking about the dark temple of the world of Draenor...don’t tell me, you haven’t even heard this news?"

"Cough"

Varimathas's face was a little strange, he coughed twice and said:

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

"Aha!"

Casanatier interrupted the argument of Varimathras with a taunt. He looked at his compatriots with a mentally retarded look:

"Don’t tell you, you can’t even pass a little blockade! You can really embarrass the glorious Nasrezm! Maybe I should get rid of you here, lest you step into the trap because of your own stupidity. .."

"Of course we can!"

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

"It's just that we have been active in the Northland! Tikdios wants us to hide ourselves from being discovered."

"Be quiet, idiot! There are at least three great knights in this monastery who can purify you!"

Cassanatier scolded, his vicious eyes swept across the crowd, and he whispered:

"Move your brains! You are fear dreadlords, not muscular abyss lords. Now, listen to me... I know that stealing Sargeras' scepter from the Dark Temple is too difficult for you, so I will do it !But while I am taking risks, you also have to shoulder your own responsibilities. To open several portals at the same time in the whole world, we also need the book of Medivh that records the magic nodes of the whole world!"

"The book of Medivh is also missing."

Marganis whispered: "Humanity hides it in a place we don't know. As far as I know, that place is only known to the six-member council in Dalaran..."

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

Casanatíl made Marganis close his mouth with a sharp sarcasm, his eyes rolled:

"In addition to the six-member council, there is someone who knows... of course, that is me! The ubiquitous "Hidden" Casanathir, I have said that this world does not have too many secrets for me.. . The book is kept in Tol Barad’s prison, and a summoned mana terror is guarding it. That thing is dangerous, so I need two people to cooperate to steal it..."

The former first lord’s gaze circulated on the dread demon kings in front of him, just like picking a warrior. For a moment, his fingers popped up and said to the two dread demon kings pointed at:

"Marganis, you go with Bernholler! When necessary, you have to be prepared to expose and escape."

Bernholler accepted his task unchanged. This dreadlord has seen the storms and waves, and he is more trustworthy than the rough hairy generations around him. Marganis is somewhat reluctant, but facing Cassanatil, who had returned strongly, did not dare to raise objections.

This returned first lord, to be honest, is more difficult to speak than the current lord Tikdios, but it is this omniscience that makes the fear devil around him feel that Tikdios cannot bring Their peace of mind.

No matter how cunning the race is, a wise and subdued leader is needed. Only the most treacherous and ruthless can become the first lord of the dreadlord. This is a natural cunning but lacks responsibility, willing to obey the deceiver's Tikdio Can't do it.

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

Cassanatil's finger propped his chin, and a cunning light flashed in his eyes:

"We need a more powerful source of magic. I found two. One is the world tree of the night elf of Kalimdor, Nordrassil. The tree is grown in a miniature eternal well. It has the magic. It is possible to destroy an entire continent in an instant, but it is a bit difficult to obtain it, so we have a spare option... The Sunwell of Quel'Thalas is also made based on the principle of the Well of Eternity. With all these things together, we don’t need any natural disasters at all, and we can open a portal that can accommodate the entire legion."

"Varimasas and Desailock, you two go back to the north to appease Tichondrius, don't let him know all this, that **** will pay for his cowardice, I swear to you! One is better Era is coming!"

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

"Wait for you to do all this, and when the legion comes to this world, we will start the second stage, in the chaos, looking for what we need."

The dreadlords have nothing to say about this arrangement. On the one hand, Casanathir has taken the initiative to undertake the most dangerous tasks. On the other hand, their cunning wisdom is enough to distinguish, even if Casanathir 'S arrangement failed, and they would not suffer any loss if they were hidden in the dark.

There was no need to think about it. At the next moment, the dreadlords nodded and agreed, and then left the dim stable one by one.

When only Casanathir and Bernholler were left, the old dreadlord of the previous era asked in a low voice:

"Casanathir, you returned this time to become more wise and crazier, you honestly told me, what are you planning?"

"Did I already say that?"

The knight said solemnly:

"A new era belongs to the era of Nasrems."

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

Bernholler chuckled, and he looked at the big knight with bright eyes:

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

"Well, you really are the hardest one to deal with."

There was a glimmer of haze in the eyes of the great knight.

"I'm going to kill him. With the power of this world, kill Archimonde. In this world, let him bury his bones and bury him completely in this world. Only the free space at the top is worth our heads. The blood, his and the position of the fraudster should have belonged to me... Bernholler, we are the first people to work for the dark Titan, why should we let the two newcomers ride on our heads?"

"Tik Dios does not want to think about things, I have to do it myself... I want to prove in this way that Nasrezm is the most worthy power of the Dark Titan! You... you will help me ?"

Bernholler seemed to be calmed down by this rampant speech, but after a few minutes, he laughed heartily:

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

"of course!"

There was a flash of light in the eyes of the Grand Knight, and he whispered:

"It will be a new era, a...a better era, it must be!"

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In the chamber below the destroyed Holy Light Cathedral in Stormwind City, Tyrion sat quietly here, in front of him, a dark gemstone suspended in the air, what he was waiting for, even carrying the little in his arms The cats seemed to feel the anxiety of the undead king.

"Ding"

A soft sound made Terion open his eyes. A strange text flashed over the dark jewel in front of him, and the eyes of the King of Dark Blade narrowed again. After a while, he stood up, silently The voice retreated into darkness.

"The treasure is already in hand, and forging is about to begin."

"Notify Myra, open the entrance to Molten Core, and let the soldiers in the Black Iron Zone gather... it's time to solve everything left by Ragnaros, and by the way, tell my little Dornan and take her New friends come to Azeroth, her old father needs her strength."

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