Kel'Thuzad quickly read the contents of the book with his magical eyes, and his expression gradually became expectant.
"As expected of the Guardian's legacy, this has increased the success rate of our operation by at least 20%." Kel'Thuzad hung the book on the chain at his waist.
Lothar asked casually, "What kind of book is this? Can it be of such great use?"
The Lich quickly drew complicated lines in the void with his finger bones while replying, "This book is a record of Medivh's research on demons in the void. Almost all the magic recorded in it is related to demons."
After completing the first magic circle, the Lich's finger bones paused for a moment. He laughed and continued, "Of course, this is not as good as what is recorded in the Book of Medivh, but it is also taboo in Dalaran. Books will be immediately contained or destroyed."
"The knowledge inside will be of great use when we fight against demons." Kel'Thuzad carved another pattern with great efficiency. "The death of Mal'Ganis made those demons more vigilant. I guess, Not all the Dread Lords will come this time."
"If this is really the case, then how are we going to take back Naxxramas?" Lothar asked.
"There are some extremely precious materials in Naxxramas, which seem to have been prepared by the demons in order to summon a certain existence to come. However, because they have not been able to obtain the Book of Medivh, they have been unable to complete this ritual."
"I think the Dread Lord would be unwilling to collect materials that may never be found again." Kel'Thuzad's laughter was harsh, but full of joy. "If they leave people on Naxxar, Marth, that guy will definitely run away with his stuff instead of facing the wrath of the Lich King."
"And if they all show up, it's a dead end."
Orgrim's voice has a hint of murderous intent. He has always hated warlocks and demons. This orc has always believed that it was Gul'dan and his evil energy that destroyed Draenor.
This is indeed the case.
The magic in Kel'Thuzad's hand was about to be completed. This time he solemnly said to the two death knights, "I will concentrate on maintaining this magic for a while to prevent the Dread Lord from escaping or calling in reinforcements. I can only leave the battle to you."
Lothar grinned and said, "Don't worry, we have done this kind of thing more than once - but let me tell you, our Majesty should really find more 'colleagues' for us. Just relying on the two of us is still enough." It’s a bit difficult.”
"I will find a way, Sir Lothar."
Alsace's voice sounded behind Lothar. The sudden response made Lothar's movements freeze, and the situation was very embarrassing for a time.
However, Arthas didn't care about Lothar's behavior of "talking about his superiors". He came here just to ensure that there would be no shortage of combat power when confronting the Dread Lord head-on.
"How is the situation in the town now?" Arthas asked while holding the crystal ball that Kel'Thuzad used to monitor the town in his hand.
"The psychics are preparing for the summoning ceremony, and Thassarian is on standby there, always ready to deliver a fatal blow to the coming demon."
Arthas nodded. At least everything is developing according to his expectations. Even if he cannot kill all the Nasrezim today, he must ensure that they no longer have the ability to cause trouble in the Eastern Kingdom.
Once they are driven to Kalimdor and reunited with Tichondrius, Arthas can gather his strength and defeat them all.
The only problem is that he doesn't know where Tichondrius is in Kalimdor and what he has done. There are too many secrets in that land that have not yet been discovered and can be manipulated by Tichondrius. There is simply too much space.
Even Lordaeron's spies couldn't cover every corner of Kalimdor. If they could, Arthas felt that he didn't have to rely on the Scourge.
Lothar was walking beside Arthas on an undead warhorse. This undead creature was between soul and entity and could travel back and forth between the material plane and the shadow realm.
The Grand Marshal was also very curious about Alsace's strength. He had never seen Alsace take action and could only guess Alsace's true strength from various aspects of his performance.
When he was in Keldaron, Arthas only showed his power when he finally controlled the soul of the Black Dragon Princess. Lothar and Orgrim were both curious about what this young prince and the undead monarch had. Such strength.
Just as Alsace and the others were on their way to the town, the summoning ceremony of the Naxxramas spiritualists was almost in its final stages.
A part of the soul was sacrificed to the summoning ritual, so that the devil could ignore the gap in real space and come here quickly.
But halfway through the ceremony, one of the young psychics muttered, "How come these souls... didn't respond even after being sacrificed?"
It stands to reason that these ghosts should struggle fiercely during the process of being eroded by magic. He is responsible for suppressing the backlash of the souls, but now, the souls are too quiet.
It was as if they were not using living souls to perform the rituals, but artificially created soul crystals.
"Hmph, the souls here are facing a terrible disaster. They are numb to any stimulation, and it is not strange to have no reaction." The older psychic did not find it strange. He had seen it in his life. There are so many things that are no longer surprising.
"So that's it," the young psychic nodded, feeling that he had learned something new.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense and pay attention to the stability of the magic circle. If something goes wrong, everyone will be unlucky together." Another psychic interrupted the chat between the two.
After being admonished by their companions, the psychics all focused on the ritual. They had felt that the Dreadlord had responded to their call.
After the green evil energy dissipated, Balnazar swept away the ritual items blocking his way and moved his body, "Ah, it feels good to breathe fresh air."
"Don't tell me you really like 'fresh air', that's really disgusting," Varimathras looked around the ruins of the town, "Besides, what fresh air is there in these lifeless ruins?"
"Stop talking nonsense. Our mission is to quickly find the place where the energy occurs. The work here will be left to you, psychics." Balnazar impatiently gave orders to his men.
But when he spread his wings and wanted to leave this place, he felt an extremely uncomfortable sense of confinement. He felt that his wings had become extremely heavy and he could not fly at all.
"What? Forbidden air formation?!"
Balnazar reacted immediately, but before he could take any more action, the neigh of a war horse came from the void, and the black knight penetrated the psychic's formation like a sharp sword.
The two wizards fell to the ground before they could make any resistance, and the death knight's blade accurately hit their necks.
"Damn it, is it a death knight? Why is it here?!"
