Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Casanatil has already determined to fight against the fraudsters, he has gathered the most powerful Nasrezm lords of the fear council, and he has also Memphis and Anasron who are loyal to the fraudsters. Excluding the decision circle."

The elder sister of Eredar’s twins, Queen Saloras who manipulated the shadow, said to her sister with a worried expression:

"The army of Archimonde attacked Azeroth and died in this world. This became a turning point. The fraudster failed to take over the chaotic Marton world at the time, leading to the ambition of Cassana. Tyre spread his tentacles throughout the world, and look at the things he did in Azeroth... there are hardly any high-level demons loyal to fraudsters in this world."

"Obviously, they were all "washed out" by Casanathil in various conspiracies."

High-level warlock Aureise looked at all the reports that Azeroth had returned to Argus in recent years. After careful observation, she came to a bad conclusion:

"We were all deceived by the cunning Casanathir, who kept sending demon loyal to us to the front, and then was beheaded one by one by the barbarians of the indigenous Azeroth, and the swaying riding on the wall Pie, but can protect himself in the cooperation with Kasanatier eyebrows..."

"It's a really pessimistic situation."

Queen Salolas moved her finger thoughtfully, and she said a little irritably:

"It seems that the fraudster has completely lost control of Azeroth, the world has been regarded as their back garden by the dreadlords, and the task of finding the pillar of creation was given by the dark Titan himself. Before those Dreadlords returned the Pillar of Creation, we, even the fraudsters, could not interfere with the actions of those Dreadlords in this world."

"But my sister, they can't keep dragging on."

High-level Warlock Olesis looked at the bright nail polish on her five fingers and she said softly:

"This world will eventually be destroyed by the legion. There is no doubt that no matter what the devil kings are conspiring in this world, they can only be a bamboo basket. If the pillar of creation is turned in, Nasrei The privileges of the Zims in this world will be terminated, and the arrogant Casanathir let us take back the last lost pillar of creation for him. This is actually an opportunity!"

"As long as we send Agrama's Shield directly back to Argus, as long as the fraudster meets the Dark Titan in this way and presents the last pillar of creation personally... How can the Nasrems deny it? "

This red-skinned Eredar demon's beautiful eyes flashed a chilling light:

"By that time, Casanathir... hehe, he will humiliate us, we will certainly give back ten times!"

"What you think is too simple, my sister."

Queen Saloras shook her head worriedly. This tall Ereda hoof sister wrapped around her sister's shoulders. She put her face behind Oresis. She said:

"We can think of that the group of fear demon kings have no ideals, they will definitely send their eyes to follow us, I dare say that as soon as we get the shield of Aggramar, there may be many daggers from darkness Stabbing our bodies...he tried to drain the last use of you and me, and after we lose use, he will kill us without hesitation!"

"For this plan, the most important thing is to contact the mentor as quickly as possible. With the power of the two of us in Azeroth, it is difficult for us to connect Agrama without disturbing the group of Nasrems The shield was sent back to Argus. In this case, we have to find a way to help our mentor solve the threat of this group of dreadlords while protecting ourselves."

"If we can't go back ourselves... why not let the fraudster... come? Anyway, doesn't he also want to destroy this world by hand?"

"Well! What a great idea, my wise sister... let's do that!"

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Eredar twins were thinking about self-preservation and counterattack along the way, but until they actually reached the entrance of the abyss of the underworld, the ruined, ruined black city ruins shrouded everywhere, they I suddenly realized that they had overlooked a very important point.

That is the difficulty of obtaining the shield of Agrama itself!

Especially when they saw the "liaison ambassador" of the Burning Legion stationed in the abyss of the underworld...

"How did you make yourself look like this?"

The purple-skinned Queen Saloras was surprised to watch the dreadlord who appeared in front of them in a flurry of bats, and is still loyal to the fraudster. The third lord of Nasrezm Memphis, this has a beautiful blue The demon wings, and the dreadlord wearing blue ornate armor, has become another person compared with the previous appearance.

Its body is too thin, like a young man with chronic malnutrition.

There was only one demon horn on the head, which was beautiful and beautiful, and the other seemed to be interrupted in a fierce battle.

Its blue Nasrezm Lord armor looks fine from a distance, but after getting close, it is not difficult to find that the armor is covered with traces of swords, just like the armor worn by the gladiators.

And the worst thing is that the dreadlord of Memphis has a few more claw marks on his cheeks, which severely damages the image of Memphis, but the creature of the dreadlord is a unity of spirits, they don’t have The difference between the traditional body and soul is that the scars on Memphis's body cannot heal, which means that there are also wounds on its soul.

When I saw Eredar's twins, a gleam of light flashed in Memphis' turbid eyes. This terrifying and fearful demon king was like being abused for a long time, and saw his loved ones come to rescue them. Similarly, his mouth twitched several times and said dryly:

"You... why are you here!"

"I have sent dozens of requests for help to Argus...how did you come! I thought, I thought the fraudster had given up on me...he would let me live in **** in Azeroth Self-extinguishing."

Seeing the miserable present of the third lord Memphis of Nasrezm, who was once energetic, the high-level warlock Oreses frowned and asked:

"Request for help? What request for help? We didn't receive it at all! Also, we went to see Casanatir, and he said that you have been responsible for the retrieval of the shield of Agrama... Has an agreement been reached? How could you...become like this?"

When he heard the name "Hella", Memphis, the demon who brought fear to others, was trembling with fright. He looked at Eredar Gemini and screamed with his head in his arms:

"No! No! Don't mention the mad woman's name here! She is a madman! Outright sadism! She threw me into the hell's arena and let me fight with her mad dog! She pulled out my Soul tortured me for fun! She also...she still...ah! Ahhhhh!"

Memphis Stowe seemed to remember some unbearable memories. It screamed and took a few steps back. This neurotic look scared Eredar's twins. After ten seconds, the dreadlord calmed down again, and he was suspicious. Looked around and said to Eredar Gemini:

"Are you guys here to take over from me? Great! Great! I'm leaving! I'm leaving this world of hell! Yes, I don't want to stay here for an extra minute! Yes.. . I’ll leave it to you here. I’m leaving! Bye! I’m going to a ghastly backcountry, yes! No one wants to find me again! Let me go, please, please let me go!”

"Calm down! Damn it! Calm down!"

Oresi threw a magic and smashed it on Memphis's body, forcing the somewhat neurotic fear demon to calm down. Queen Salolas stepped forward, she stared at Memphis's eyes, she scolded:

"You are a high-level commander of the legion! What does this look like! Give me some decent! You bastard! Now, tell me the original! What the **** happened to Azeroth? Why is there only you here? Annase Long? I haven’t seen it in Surama City! So, where is it?"

"Annasseron..."

The name flashed a bit of terror in Memphis's eyes. It looked at Eredar Gemini. It said tremblingly:

"You guys, you have seen Casanathir, right?"

"Ok!"

Queen Salorus nodded. She waited for Memphis’s explanation. The relationship between the Fear Demon Kings in the Broken Isles made her feel weird, especially after seeing the miserable Memphis. This strange feeling is getting stronger and stronger. She and her sister urgently need to know the truth.

"Then do you see the skull stick in the hands of Casanathil?"

Memphis lowered his head, and the body of the dreadlord began to tremble again. He said tremblingly:

"The cane was made of Anasron's skull and spine... Casanathir, he removed the bone of Anasron in front of me, and I can still hear its tip Call, God, God! That’s a demon among demons. You’ve been tricked by his disguise! That’s not the original Casanathir! Believe me, under the body of Naszrezm, Hidden is a monster! A real monster!"

"This is impossible!"

The words of Memphis made Eredar twins scream at the same time, and Oreses stared at the nonsense dreadlord in front of her eyes.

"You are deceiving us! Nasrezm can't kill each other, this is the shackles of your soul and flesh and blood, that is the bottom line of all your dark tricks! You are lying! You are so miscellaneous!"

"I didn't lie to you!"

Memphis seemed to become manic again, and it screamed:

"Casanatil is crazy. I have seen him hiding himself in the dark more than once. He is talking to himself! Do you understand? He is crazy! It is not just him, it is the same with other dreadlords. ! They are all crazy! Tikdios! Banazal! They are all crazy! That kind of madness is like a virus that infects everyone and allows them to break through the shackles of flesh and soul!"

"They murdered Desailock with a conspiracy! Maybe the death of Mal'Ganis is also inseparable from them! And Bernholler, who has no bones! They keep sober in the murder one after another Slythem, they colluded with the mortals of Azeroth, sent Anasron into a trap, and used its bones to make decorations! Each of their hands was stained with the blood of their fellow citizens! Everyone! They were crazy !I am sober, I am the only sober!"

This crazy third lord screamed at the wrist of Queen Saloras, screaming loudly like a paranoid and neuropathy:

"So I hid in the **** of the underworld abyss in the name of the mission! They dare not come here! They may be afraid of Hella, or Hella may see through their disguise! Yes... here is safe !This is the only safe place for Azeroth. Hiding here! Hiding here, don’t go out! Hella will only torture your soul and body, but those bastards, they will kill you!"

"They will kill you! Hahahaha, they will kill everyone! You and me... and Kil'jaeden, yes! Kil'jaeden, that bastard, that **** sat and watched me fall into hell... He should die! Everyone should die! Ha ha ha ha, the death lord waved the battle flag, his undefeated legion assembled in hell, everyone will die! Everyone he saw will die!"

Memphis's eyes widened to the limit at this moment, and he looked at Eredar's twins in front of him with unwavering eyes, and he screamed like a **** with his neck cut:

"He, seeing you! Hahaha, he is hiding in my soul, he is talking to me, he is through my eyes! Seeing you! You will die too! You two will die too! Haha Haha!"

The weird and sharp voice made the twins feel very uncomfortable. Queen Salolas waved her fingers, and the heavy shadows gathered behind Memphis to form a warhammer, and smashed it hard behind the head of the mad fear dreadlord, smashing it Falling to the ground, Oresis squatted down and touched Memphis' forehead with her finger. After a while, she shook her head at her sister:

"Its soul is like being cut by scissors, re-stitched, and then repeating the process a dozen times. Obviously, someone is deliberately torturing it in this way, this poor guy has been crazy... "

"It's miserable."

Queen Salorras shook her head. She said to the fel lord behind him:

"Send this guy back to Marton and ask our people to transfer it to the fissure rift. It has also served the fraudster for so long. It should have a personal ending... In addition, tell Agatha, If it doesn’t recover in the end, throw it in the soul crucible, and it’s time to change the soul core."

The expressionless evil lord accepted the order, stepped forward and easily carried the unconscious Memphis to his shoulders, and then turned away without saying a word. After doing all this, Queen Salolas stood on her own The sister around me said:

"Memphistos has always been hidden in the abyss of underworld. Its soul injury is absolutely inseparable from Hella. It seems that the underworld queen is not a good character to deal with. She lacks awe of the strength of the legion... The so-called agreement before may be just a joke, and the crazy words of the madman cannot be trusted. Now it seems that we have to replace the group of Nasrems to re-host the recovery of the shield of Agrama. ..."

"No, sister."

Oresis looked at the dreadlord who was carried on the shoulder by the feudal lord. In her eyes burning like flames, there was a trace of doubt:

"If...I mean, if the crazy Memphis said everything is true? If the group of Nasrezm, it really becomes not normal for some reasons we don't know. ?"

"Azeroth...the truth of this world is really mysterious."

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