Azeroth’s Death Track

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Broken Islands, Surama, the city of the upper elves.

After Casanathir personally entered Surama, and the city's master, Ms. Eli Sand, who was loyal to Queen Azshara ten thousand years ago, personally negotiated the conditions, after repeated blows The remaining dreadlords migrated to this city, and they arrogantly occupied a mansion on the edge of the city as a base for their operations.

This upper-level elven city left over from the explosion of the Eternal Well relies on the power of the ancient artifact, the Eye of Aman Sur, and it has completely maintained the magnificence and magnificence of 10,000 years ago. Life here is naturally better than staying in Storm Fjord The days in the Nyvuku tribe are much better, and all the dreadlords feel very satisfied, especially the **** king Skovald has passed the second trial of the shield of Agramar, which makes the dreadlords Things progress with great expectations.

Once Agrama's shield is in hand, plus the Eye of Amansur buried deep in the city of Surama, this means that the dreadlords will get two pillars of creation at the same time, which means they will complete the darkness At the request of the Titans, Nasrems will be appreciated by the Dark Titans, who will have the power.

"Alas, unfortunately, my old friend Bernholler couldn't see the day we won."

In this magical mansion, Casanathir, who became the upper elf of Suramar, was drinking with several other dreadlords. The first lord said with emotion:

"The stupid Maronus not only failed himself, but also took the life of Bernholler. No one knew where Bernholler died... poor old things, even the soul failed to return to the twisted void. ...All form and spirit are destroyed."

"Yeah, it's not worth the death of Bernholler."

Because of the risk of life and death, Tikdios completed the mission to dedicate the hammer of Kazgros to the dark Titan, so he regained the trust of Casanathir. He also turned into an elf and carried a glass of wine, posing. Said:

"Died in the dark night before dawn, but speaking of it, the **** of Ba Nazar has recently disappeared, and after Azuna suspected of appearing undead, we never heard of it again...you, it Will it also..."

"I think it's very possible!"

Varimathras sitting on the sofa didn’t turn into an upper elf, it just shrunk his body. The fearful demon stretched his wings relaxed, and said secretly to Casanathir and Tikdios To:

"Banazar's idiot is always clumsy, it is very ambitious, but it is a pity that it will always do things. In the battle of the ancients, it was still the leader of the army's fleet, but what about it? It's commanding The fleet did not even annihilate even an Azeroth Resistance Army, and asked me to say that Barnazal is simply not worthy of its current lordship, we should dismiss it! Then let the more capable Nasrez Mu inherited its position!"

This playful scolding caused Casanatil, who was sitting on the throne, to narrow his eyes. The cunning and brutal first lord seemed to be thinking about something. After a while, he looked at Varimathras:

"Do you have any recommendations?"

Hearing this, Varimathras immediately came to the spirit. The race of the Dreadlord, which has millions of members in the stars, is ruled by the Council of Lords of the Dreadlord, although the first, second, and third lords have powerful Power, but the entire lord council has a full 139 seats. Although most of them are contributing to the conquest of the Legion in other galaxies, it is not known, but this is indeed a very large organization.

Moreover, the lords of the dreadlords also have their own factions, and the internal struggles are also fierce. Although the dreadlords are limited to blood and cannot kill each other, the losers of political struggles are often more terrible than death.

"My subordinates, Sorenor, who has been hiding in Azeroth for many years, and Diasorus, who is responsible for managing the legion in the rear, are members who are very willing to contribute to the entire Nasrezm race. , They are also very capable, I think they are suitable to enter the council of fear."

Varimathras said with a low eyebrow:

"They are also very happy to serve the first lord."

"Well, I saw these rising stars in the legion combat report, they are really capable."

The first lord Casanathir grabbed his chin, and just as it was about to make a decision, a low-level dreadlord disguised as a guard of the Suramar night son walked into the hall, and he reported with a deep voice:

"Lord First Lord, Lord Banazzar is back. It is waiting for your call."

"Ok?"

Casanathir’s thinking was interrupted, which dissatisfied Varimathras, but it didn’t say anything. As for Tikdios, who was leaning on the side, this guy looked at him with a sneering smile. With Varimathras, it said happily:

"This world is really evil, just say it, it will come."

Between the words, Banazal, who was embarrassed, was escorted into the hall by several subordinate dreadlords. At the moment it walked into the hall, Varimathras was in trouble:

"Yo, look at who this is? The poor loser is back...why? Your new undead owner kindly gave you a life and asked you to come back as a spy? You... traitor!"

Barnazal, already full of fire, immediately jumped up to confront Varimathras, but the hazy and calm voice in his heart discouraged:

"Don't pay attention to it, Varimathras is just a meaningless idiot, the key is Casanathir, its attitude is the most important... Listen to me, follow our plan!"

So Banazzar forcibly suppressed the fire in his heart. Without taking a word, he took a rag bag from his arms and threw it on the table in front of Casanathir. The embarrassed, weak fear demon was light Coughed:

"Fortunately, it's not humiliating, the first lord... I brought the Tidestone back!"

"Ok?"

Cassanatil's narrowed eyes flashed a trace of fine awn immediately, and he extended his hand, opened the rag bag, and looked at the two pieces of broken stones shining like the tide of the sea. The atmosphere in the whole hall was one. Time stagnate.

The first to break the peace was Tikdios, the second lord of the dreadlord who made an artificial scream:

"Gosh! It...broken!"

The voice was full of misfortune, and Casanatil's eyes also fell on Banazzar. Obviously, the first lord was waiting for explanation.

"This stone was shattered 10,000 years ago before the legion landed on Azeroth!"

Barnazar said softly:

"My action in Azsuna was successful. In the mouth of those ghosts, I knew the truth of everything. It was used by Queen Azshara to carry out a vicious curse. The queen shattered it with her own strength. It, but it doesn’t matter, what we need is not this artifact itself, but the divine power it contains about Gornerus the Anger, so even the fragments can satisfy the Dark Titan."

"I don't care about these!"

Cassanatier's voice was mixed with a trace of undisguised anger:

"Where did the other pieces go?"

This problem made Banazaar swallow hard, and he said unwillingly:

"In the hands of the Dark Blade Legion!"

"boom"

The claw of the first lord was slapped fiercely on the table, and the luxurious stone table crashed apart at this moment. In the splash of the gravel, the voice of Kasanathir's haze echoed in this hall:

"The ghosts are not scattered! There are traces of their involvement everywhere! It is really disgusting! But you... your failure is really disgusting!"

Seeing the situation going out of control, Banazzar shouted loudly:

"I grabbed two pieces of debris before Tyrion arrived. This time I have been hiding in Tibet...First Lord, listen to me explain!"

"Uh"

The sharp claws of the first lord had strangled Banazal's neck, but at the next moment, the screams of Banazal made the eyes of the three feared demon lords present sharpened.

"We have a traitor!"

"Om"

Casanathir's claws were retracted. It stood in front of Banazal's eyes, staring indifferently at Banazal's eyes. The fearful demon's eyes filled with fear became strangely calm at this moment. Relatively, the first lord's mouth hung a sudden smile, but it was fleeting.

"what did you say?"

"We have traitors! First lord, listen to me. Azsuna’s actions are completely confidential. The Legion of Dark Blades shouldn’t even know about them, but they just got stuck in the battle at a very delicate moment and beat us one. Unprepared, Hasabel, who was sent to Azeroth by the fraudster, died in battle. If I hadn't made preparations in advance, I'm afraid I would die there too!"

A trace of confusion and resentment flashed in Barnazar's eyes, and his eyes crossed Casanathir's body and landed on Varimathras. Barnazar said in a vicious tone:

"Obviously, there is a traitor among us who reported our actions to the Blades of Legion in advance... Think about it, brothers, why is our every step of the action being so accurately intervened by Blades of Darkness? Poor Bernholler, our companions also deliberately moved away from Malonos on the battlefield of Mount Hyjal in order to remain secret, but it was also killed, just like walking into an ambush that was ready for a long time!"

Barnazar stared fiercely at Varimathras, with a meaningful meaning:

"There are traitors in Nasrezm! There is no doubt that the first lord...don't be disturbed by those disgusting traitors."

"Damn! Why do you look at me with this kind of vision?"

Varimathras felt a crisis. Now Banazaar is like a mad dog. In order to wash away his failures, he is madly punishing others, but it just makes sense. This heart There are ghost ghosts who jumped from the sofa and shouted:

"Do you think I am a traitor? Jerk, I am the most loyal to the First Lord and Nasrezm!"

"enough!"

Cassanatier shouted, crushing the confrontation between the two. It glanced at Banazzar and whispered:

"Varimasas is not a traitor. When you were attacked, it was staying with me in Surama, negotiating with the cunning Elisand... As for Tikdios..."

"I will be handing over the Hammer to Scovold, boss."

Tike Dios shrugged:

"Not me!"

"But there are two high-level lords not here..."

Barnazar said softly:

"Anacelon and Memphis, the two guys came to Azeroth, but they did not meet us. Obviously, they have clung to the thighs of the fraudster, the first lord... they are the most wanted Let's defeat the bastards, they want to keep their position, they are suspicious!"

"Should I catch them?"

Valimasas immediately showed his loyalty to Casanathir, who said very doglegly:

"According to the power in our hands, it is very easy for God to set traps without knowing it and catch them!"

"No! Don't catch!"

Casanatil looked back at the fragments of the tidestones visited on the table, and he whispered:

"The most important job now is to collect the Pillar of Creation. The task the Dark Titan commands cannot be delayed, but...but since the fraudster has reached out to us, we can’t just sit back and die, and now there is a very Good opportunity."

"Brothers...you said, do you want to create a "surprise" for our fraudsters with a dark night well energized by the eyes of Oman Sur in Suramar?"

Nasrezm's first lord touched his chin and whispered:

"Isn't it always trying to come to Azeroth in person and destroy the world in person? With the energy of the night well, it is completely enough to open a portal to Argus...we, sincerely welcome the fraudsters Come on...hehe"

"Since the Dark Blade Legion likes to be a **** stick so much, then I think they will also like to have a "friendly exchange" with the fraudster..."

Cassanatil looked at the other dreadlords, and the dangerous light shining in his eyes made everyone shudder:

"By that time, whether Tyrion killed Kil'jaeden, or Kil'jaeden killed Tyrion, it's all good for us, we can even... fishermen benefit... "

"My words are over...who agrees, who opposes?"

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That night, at the bottom of the Order Hall in Suramar City, deep into the underground chamber, Casanathir, disguised as a wizard of the upper elf night child, stood alone above the dark night well that provided magic to Suramar City. Looking at the large magic hub similar to the original Sunwell below, it seems to be thinking about some things.

Behind it, Barnazar in a robe came slowly to the first lord. It stood with the first lord, and a calm voice came into the ear of the first lord:

"How does it feel to be a villain? Turalyon?"

The first lord shrugged:

"Can't you feel it? Don't you also be a villain now? Actually want me to say that it feels pretty good... well, welcome to join our "big family", my old friend, I am very happy Seeing the end of your soul labor, I am also very happy to see you join this great cause. I think Master Antonidas must be very happy..."

"In short, welcome to be a member of the villains of the legion. For this sacred and special moment, do you want to drink a glass of wine? Suramar's magic wine is a local one, of course, I invite!"

"Just welcome my old friend... Khadgar!"

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