Azeroth’s Death Track

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This is a dim hall, located in an unknown place.

Many strange frescoes are carved on the walls around this hall, mostly describing the stories that the warlocks have passed on, and some of them are painted with complex magic patterns, which are intricate between the dark green surging of evil energy. The magic pattern can provide all kinds of abilities in this hall.

For example, mute, such as energy protection, or when necessary, it can simply form a strong imprisonment force, turning this hall into a testing ground for evil energy.

In the corner of the dim hall, there is a row of weird jars, which contain some unique demon specimens sealed with warlock magic, and there are also some very disgusting things, such as the devil’s heart, lungs or simply bone marrow filled with evil energy. .

At first glance, it looks like the evil laboratory of crazy warlocks.

This is indeed a gathering place for a group of warlocks, and in the development of recent months, there are more and more signs of becoming a "holy land" for Azeroth warlocks.

The Black Scythe Council, a newly established organization less than half a year ago, is extremely full of vitality that other organizations do not have. The vast amount of knowledge stored here is famous in the dark world, attracting many lunatics who are desperate for strength to come to worship. Only the best of them are eligible to become peripheral members of the Black Sickle Council.

Few people know who is the leader of the Black Scythe Council, and most of the time, the daily operations of the Black Scythe Council are maintained by several warlock lords. They are experienced, cunning and ruthless bastards. They are like crossing the street. A hero in the mouse warlock profession.

And now, the Black Scythe Council has started an internal discussion again... endless debates, refutations and intrigues, the taste of conspiracy fills this hall, but believe me, this is just the most trivial daily life of evil warlocks.

"I think that's a bad idea."

The dwarf warlock Wilfred grabbed his baby magic mark. This white-haired dwarfism frowned, looking at the classics at hand, while saying to others:

"It's a very bad and bad idea. I didn't plan to help those humans to play Centaurs. When I was the most downcast, humans didn't help me. Those nasty human children still threw mud at me, 嘁, Stupid creature."

"The children are throwing mud at you because you summoned the ghosts to scare them, and those humans are unwilling to help you, because you were a shameful third-rate thief before you became a warlock! The night town is still rumored that you are stealing things and hounds Chased the embarrassment all night."

The low voice interrupted the gnome's complaint. He carelessly exposed the gnome's unbearable past.

"I've been thinking about what kind of evil **** would trick a 14-year-old child to study warlock magic with you. Didn't you know that studying warlock magic was a taboo? Don't you know, let Is a child exposed to the warlock's poison to ruin his life? You vicious debris!"

Hearing the ridicule of this voice, the dwarf waved his hand carelessly, with a hint of cunning and viciousness flashing in his small eyes:

"Of course I know that is a taboo, my brother Canrisad, believe me, I know that taboo better than anyone, but I "invited" you to study the magic of the Warlock with me. I still remember it very well. ...Because you **** put dogs to bite me! Just for two pieces of bread! You bastard!"

"So in Dalaran, I should throw you out to feed the undead!"

There was a fierce flash in the eyes of the human warlock Kanrisad, and the grudge between him and the gnome Wilfred was unclear for two days and two nights, and although the two were always arguing, in fact, they were private The "friendship" in here is good, um, I mean, they will think about it for a few minutes before betraying each other...you know, for the warlock, such a move can fully show their "friendship" ".

"Noisy! It's really annoying!"

The third opening was a tall orc. He wore a robe of sulfur fire color and carried a burning bone stick. At the edge of his neck was a circle of burning fire, which was not simply decoration. .. The origin of the orc warlock Retson and his "flame head" is the best-selling "fantasy" story in Azeroth's warlock world. It was a "souvenir" of a failed ritual to summon the evil demon.

But not every warlock is as lucky as Retson. After summoning the evil devil who is far more powerful than his own, there is still a dog life... to be precise, if it was not that night, Black Scythe Lord Kel'Thuzad missed his kitten's accidental insomnia, I am afraid that Retson would be able to meet other members of the Black Scythe Council in another form.

However, the "flame head" of the orc warlock brought him more than ridicule from his peers. This kind of flame from the distortion of the void, the mutated evil energy attached to his body, brought him unimaginable and evil energy. Affinity also allowed this talented orc warlock to enter the ranks of warlock masters in one fell swoop.

In other words, this terrible scar is a terrible "gift".

"The boss let us do what we do, we don't need you to pick and choose!"

Probably because he was rescued by Kel'Thuzad once, the orc Retson appeared very "loyal". He pointed the bone stick in his hand on the ground, and between the flames on his neck, he glared fiercely and grumbled something. Gnomes, he said in a deep voice:

"Don't forget who rescued us from the siege of demons and death!"

"So I'm more curious, where did the boss go?"

Finally, there was a charming woman who appeared to be a high-class elf with outstanding appearance. Her name was Simfer. She was a notorious warlock in her hometown. Like everyone else, after drifting for several years, she finally In the organization created by Kel'Thuzad, I found the feeling of "home".

It is worth mentioning that, a few months ago, when Simfer followed Kel'Thuzad and his entourage to break out of the demon's siege, it was disfigured due to magic overload, but now, she once again restored the beautiful face that was once coquettish, Even more beautiful and attractive.

However, there are also private rumors that this is because the crazy Simfer tore up the soul of a high-level succubus and mixed it into her own soul, so that she restored her beauty, but for the warlock, this cruel Behavior is far from being wrong or crazy.

"The boss asked us to help mankind, but he ran aside to be an audience, which is really uncomfortable."

Simfer expressed his dissatisfaction with a pretentious voice, and walked around the crowd, the tulle-like skirt swaying, the scenery at the bottom of the skirt made the gnome reading the magic book suddenly unconscious.

"Speaking of this, Brother Kanrisad, why has your lovely little sister disappeared recently?"

Simfer put his arms on the shoulders of human warlocks pretending to be familiar. This ambiguous movement made Kanrisad frown, and then quietly pulled his shoulders out of the fingers of the high elves. Then I patted the dust that didn't exist on my shoulder, so I said slowly:

"Altea is free. She is also a member of the Black Scythe Council. The boss gave her a new mission. She is just like us, performing the mission."

"Aha, don't use this to deceive people!"

The big-mouthed gnome warlock Wilfred screamed:

"Your surname is Albloc. Altea must have gone to Kalimdor to find your dead ghost. I heard that the Duke Albrock is now ruling a country. Maybe that's the way the boss found us. ...To be a dog for the Grand Duke! Gee, it's really a bright future."

The gnomish shouting and mockery made other warlocks look a little ugly. The warlock profession was not visible in the human empire. They never expected to appear bright and fair in the sun, but if Kel'Thuzad promised them The "beautiful future", as Wilfred said, is to be a servant, so these arrogant warlocks will certainly not be willing to accept it.

"Shut up!"

Kanrisad’s expression is also not very good. The relationship between him and his father Duke Albrok has not been very good, otherwise it will not be possible to follow the poor dwarf warlock Wilfrey at the age of 14. De runs away from home.

But the **** between blood ties can't be avoided by anyone with feelings. When I think of meeting with my old father, the Master Warlock's face also becomes unsightly.

And between these people arguing and swearing, the door of the dim hall was suddenly pushed open, with a ray of light shining into the dim hall, a thin figure living with a black staff also appeared in the light under.

Seeing the real master of the Black Scythe Council, the Grand Warlock Kel'Thuzad appeared, all the quarrels stopped at this moment, and Kel'Thuzad wandering into the hall looked a little disgusted at the dimness in the hall in front of him, he was a little rude Scolded:

"Stupid guy! How many times have I told you... Don't make yourself like a sewer rat, you whisper and humble gestures in the dark make me feel sick!"

"Go, open the window! Let the sun shine in!"

The will of the Grand Warlock was immediately executed, and within 2 minutes, the eight giant glass doors above the hall were pushed open, and warm and bright sunlight was scattered through the magically processed glass between the halls, making this original evil The Warlock's laboratory has also become sounding, like the bright caster halls of Dalaran.

Kel'Thuzad walked quickly to his seat on the edge of the hall. He put the black, powerful and breathtaking Sargeras scepter on the ground, and focused the attention of all members of the Black Scythe Council. On him, Kel'Thuzad coughed lightly:

"Today, we are welcoming new members of Parliament... They are rare talents that I discovered when I was "traveling" on the eastern continent. Like you bastards, they are the most qualified and perfect warlocks..."

Between the speeches, three figures appeared on the edge of the sun-filled hall. It was a silent and tall man wearing a black robes and covered with a mane-covered werewolf, a face full of pockmarks, messy hair, and a pair of evil eyes. The gnomes, and the last one who looked good, but looked very dead...undead.

"Xin Ning, a former mage from Longgu Port, when I was still a grand mage, I saw Gilneas' official warrant for him. He is a talented warlock specializing in destruction spells, werewolves. His bloodline gave him a stronger shadow affinity, and his future was extremely bright."

In the introduction of Kel'Thuzad, the werewolf warlock quietly nodded slightly at the four people in front of him. His beast-like pupil was full of scrutiny and suspicion.

"Zelfarax, a dwarf unfortunately contaminated with leprosy, but believe me, this short friend has unparalleled talent in pain spells, and he is very willing to contribute his power to the Black Scythe Council. "

As soon as the Grand Warlock's voice fell, the dwarf warlock named Zelfarax stared at his strangely compatriot, and he screamed in that obscure voice:

"Yo, Wilfred, why don't you smile at me? You have abandoned your companions! I crawled out of **** and asked you to "play"!"

"This can't blame me!"

Wilfred immediately blows his beard and glaringly refutes:

"It was you who insisted on returning to Gnomeregan, you became this ghostly look, it was your own choice, you bastard, I'm very happy...you can really come back alive from that hell, although , You have become a lunatic."

"Oh, let's talk about our business later."

The mad dwarf with a pockmark made a series of sharp laughs, which made other warlocks feel uncomfortable, but Kel'Thuzad did not show any dissatisfaction, and he did not pay attention to the dispute between the two small men, but set his sights on it. The last silent necromantic woman.

"Ubeka, a special friend, I found her in the ruins of Lordaeron. She is a rare, naturally recovering undead. Her will is completely free. You don’t need to worry about her and that person. There is nothing implicated in the feared Lord Lord of Dark Blades. I can guarantee this. Of course, Ubeka’s talent in demon spells is even stronger than Kanrisad. All she needs is time."

Talking, the warlock looked at Canrisad:

"So, it's up to you to be Ubeka's mentor, MP Canrisad, do you have any opinions?"

"No, I would love to see our organization grow stronger and stronger."

The black-haired human warlock shrugged. This attitude satisfied Kel'Thuzad, and after introducing the new member, the grand warlock held the staff in his hands. His eyes were mixed with a faint halo of coldness in the cold. After a few seconds of silence, he said:

"So now, let's talk about it, you were arguing about the endless issue before."

"About, why should we proactively help the human empire...and, what I promised you...a bright future!"

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