"You seem to hate working with me?"
The soul fire in Kel'Thuzad's empty eyes shrank into a line of fire, and he looked at the silent knight standing on the bow of the ship without saying a word.
Thassarian turned around, stared at the great lich exuding a powerful magical aura, and said in an indifferent tone, "How do you ask me to accept an envoy who once spread plague in the land of Lordaeron? If it wasn't His Majesty's order. , my sword will chop off your head first."
"Jie Jie," Kel'Thuzad let out a creepy laugh as he floated to the bow of the ship, "I am following orders - and you seem to have a strange hatred for all undead and living people."
"You'd better not get so close to me, otherwise I can't guarantee that I won't tear your bones apart," Thassarian frowned slightly, "I'm just hunting those fear lords, and they must pay the price. .”
"Oh, of course I know, Death Knight," Kel'Thuzad no longer looked at Thassarian, "I just want to remind you that our current master is not the cruel king before. His purpose, you'd better not get lost in hatred..."
"Just mind yourself, Lich."
Thassarian clenched his fists and then unclenched them. He stopped talking to Kel'Thuzad, bypassed the lich and returned to the cabin.
——"Looks like you noticed too, Kel'Thuzad."
Arthas's voice rang in Kel'Thuzad's mind.
"Of course, my respected master, the knight you chose has great potential, but he seems to have... emotions that he shouldn't have." Kel'Thuzad saluted respectfully toward the void, but he did not point out the entanglement. What emotions does it feel to love Thassarian.
"The hatred of these demons accounts for a large part of what supported his return from the kingdom of death. But Mal'Ganis is dead, and this hatred can only be repaid by his few associates."
"Be careful, Lich, don't let those guys escape, otherwise our world will face unpredictable dangers."
Kel'Thuzad replied respectfully, "As you command, Your Majesty."
Arthas' gaze disappeared, and Kel'Thuzad's soul fire flickered a few times. As Ner'zhul's former right-hand man, he naturally knew his original master, and he only superficially catered to those big bats. That’s all.
From the beginning, Ner'zhul was determined to exact revenge on the beings behind these demons, but Kel'Thuzad thought this was not a good idea.
The Dreadlord's contribution was indispensable in the formation of the Scourge Legion. Ner'zhul's legion was almost completely wiped out by the devil, so he wanted to form a "representative" that was only controlled by himself.
Ner'zhul pretended to cooperate with Mal'Ganis to go to Lordaeron to spread the plague and fear, but in fact he also wanted to take Arthas's hand and eliminate Mal'Ganis.
It's a pity that his wishful thinking was very good, but he never expected that Arthas would not follow common sense at all. After killing Mal'Ganis, he also killed him.
Therefore, not only did Ner'zhul lose his life, but all his years of accumulation and forbearance became a wedding dress for others.
When Arthas became the Lich Queen, the first thing he did was to eliminate the demons and Ner'zhul's loyalists. Ner'zhul was worried that the demons would escape and report to the people behind them, but Arthas had no such worries.
Ner'zhul was not completely clear about the Dreadlord's plans, so he was afraid that the Dreadlord would escape back to the Twisting Nether to report.
But Arthas knew very well that the Dreadlords and the others could not walk or run. If they returned to the Twisting Nether, Kil'jaeden would be the first to attack them. The Legion would not show any mercy to losers.
The Dread Lord is the key to whether the Burning Legion can come. After losing the help and cover of the Undead Scourge and the Lich King, they will definitely be more crazy and desperate to complete Kil'jaeden's arrangement.
So these guys are still like time bombs to Azeroth.
Arthas didn't know how many Dreadlords there were in Naxxramas, but rather than searching the world for a few demons who could hide in other people's bodies and souls at will, it would be a better choice to set up a trap to invite you into the urn. .
The only thing that made Arthas unsatisfied was that it was still unknown whether the bait Kel'Thuzad brought could deceive the cunning Dread Lord.
However, he has sent people to collect things that will definitely arouse the interest of the demons——
…………
On the Deadwind Pass, outside the town where Karazhan is located, outside the mage tower of the last guardian Medivh, two men in black robes stopped.
The arrival of the stranger scared away countless crows that were resting on the dead trees outside the town. The black crows screamed hoarsely, fluttering their wings and flying to the dead branches on the cliff higher up. Their dark green eyes stared at the sky below. figure.
A man in black robe took off his cloak. He looked up at the towering but dilapidated mage tower in the distance, his eyes full of complexity and nostalgia.
"Karazhan... I didn't expect that I would come back to this place in such a posture."
Lothar stood outside the abandoned town. The sight of ruined walls seemed to bring him back to the time when he killed his best friend with his own hands more than ten years ago.
The once prosperous town has disappeared in the long river of time. The evil storm that broke out before the guardian died turned the originally beautiful valley into a barren land.
The jagged rocks and withered trees were the only embellishments left here. All the residents of the town died in that instant, and the fallen magic power has not dissipated even today, more than ten years later.
Lothar and Orgrim walked into the ruins of the town. A human skeleton was scattered on a stone bench on the side of the street. Death came so quickly that he didn't even have time to react. He was killed while sitting there resting. The terrible evil storm turned into bones.
"This place has suffered a terrible magic attack... I doubt whether we can still find anything useful here." Orgrim raised his hand and touched the road sign on the side, and the wooden sign immediately turned into debris. Scattered on the ground.
"Magic items are not as fragile as these ordinary objects," Lothar explained. "Medivh's tower is a place that all mages in the world dream of, and we will definitely gain something there."
"No matter what, it's definitely not a difficult job," Orgrim looked around, "It seems like there are no other living things here except those crows and rats-"
"Swiss-bang-bang-dang"
Before Orgrim finished speaking, his hand had already grasped the handle of the rune warhammer. He held the rough weapon with one hand. The death knight focused his eyes vigilantly on the place where the abnormal sound came from.
"Did you hear it too, Lothar?" Orgrim asked Lothar in a low voice.
Lothar nodded and replied, "Of course, rats and crows can't make such a sound."
Both of them focused on the deep door of a hotel, where the noise just now came from.
