On Thassarian's low-hanging sword, the blood of the fallen fell drop by drop on the withered grass. His expression was extremely cold, but the flame of hatred in his heart was unbearably hot.
He stared at the confused psychic with his cold eyes, and said in a voice that only he could hear, "My sword exists for this moment."
Balnazzar glared at the death knight riding on the undead warhorse. For him, Thassarian was not a difficult opponent. Even if his flying ability was restricted, he could quickly deal with Thassarian. Ryan.
However, just as he took steps to crush the bug in front of him, Varimathras held his shoulders and said, "Don't worry about that death knight. This is a trap. We have to find a way to leave!"
"They have tried to stop us over and over again, but now they have only sent out a weak knight. Do you just want to escape?"
Balnazzar didn't take Varimathras's advice to heart. Even if he wanted to leave, he would kill this death knight first to let the Lich King know that they were not soft persimmons who could be manipulated by others!
After breaking free from Varimathras' palm, Balnazzar's palm gathered evil energy that frightened the psychics on the side, and dark green clouds began to gradually form above the town.
Varimathras looked at the green clouds and lightning in the sky, scolding the panicked psychics, "What are you still looking at? Haven't you lifted the magic ban here yet?"
The leading psychic looked pale, and he replied tremblingly, "I...we don't know the principle of this magic circle at all! It seems to have appeared out of thin air - we can't find the node to break the magic circle!"
Such words made Varimathras suddenly feel angry, but a moment later, the cunning nature of the Dread Lord made him realize that something was wrong - he should not get angry easily because of such things.
"This magic circle also has the effect of disturbing the mentality..."
The performance of the group of psychics made Varimathras even more convinced of this. He concentrated his attention and observed the flow of energy around him more carefully.
Under such observation, he quickly discovered the problem: the shadow energy in the air gathered towards the town under the guidance of a certain guy. As the energy gradually increased, the minds of the people trapped inside became... It will become more and more out of control.
Balnazzar should have also been affected to a certain extent, but he himself couldn't bear the situation of being hunted by the Lich King. Eighty percent of his current anger was accumulated in the past.
It won't take long to deal with a death knight, so it doesn't matter if Balnazzar goes there, but Varimathras must quickly destroy the magic curtain here, otherwise it may be as simple as a death knight delaying time later.
Thinking of this, Varimathras used his ability to control the minds of the psychics, which actually freed these guys from their chaotic state, allowing them to cooperate with him to destroy the spell as quickly as possible.
Balnazar's anger made him act without hesitation. The evil energy he condensed almost formed a scorching storm in the town. This chaotic energy could not only burn the body, but also obliterate the soul, so even if Not even a death knight dares to be contaminated by these flames.
Thassarian's expression was always very calm. He used the cover of the house to keep approaching Balnazar, and controlled the undead horse to dexterously avoid Balnazar's evil flames.
He was always alert to Balnazzar's other actions. The Dread Lord used evil spells just to compress the space for his activities. The real trump card was not these wide-ranging, slow-moving lethal spells.
Kel'Thuzad told him that this area is filled with shadow energy, and the demons are also masters of shadow spells. With the improvement of Kel'Thuzad's magic circle, the shadow energy in the town will also increase. This is also true. It will make the Dreadlord like a fish in water.
Every step the death knight takes is very difficult. Balnazzar is stronger than Mal'Ganis and Diserok. Although Thassarian's strength has also improved, he still feels a great sense of oppression. .
However, this time he knew very well what he was here for, and he also knew very well that Nasrezim's close combat capabilities were equally powerful, so he had to wait for an opportunity.
Finally, after using his sword to kill another evil flame, Balnazar's magic paused slightly, as if it had reached a certain limit and could no longer be activated.
Thassarian saw the opportunity and immediately galloped his horse, but just when he was about to charge in front of Balnazzar, the undead horse suddenly stopped.
Tentacles of countless shadows stretched out from the ground, tightly entangled the four hooves of the undead war horse, and continued to spread upward along the limbs of the war horse.
Thassarian decisively gave up his mount, turned over, jumped high on the horse's back, and stabbed the Dread Lord's forehead with the rune sword [Revenge] in his hand.
But just when the sword was about to penetrate the demon's brow, a strange smile appeared on Balnazar's pale face.
The shadow energy from all around surged in like water, and Thassarian's body was actually locked in mid-air by the power of shadow, motionless like a sculpture poured out of cement.
"Do you think I didn't notice the abnormality of the shadow energy?" Balnazar said slowly, "Just slowly feel the feeling of being 'drowned' in the increasingly strong shadow ocean."
After the Dread Lord finished speaking, he no longer cared about Thassarian and turned to leave. Thassarian's armor was slowly "waking up" under the stimulation of the shadow.
He seemed to feel that 10,000 eyes were watching him, and 10,000 tentacles were squeezing his body. The shadow was treating him as a delicacy, wanting to nibble away at him bit by bit.
However, Thassarian also smiled the moment Balnazzar turned around - in this case, the Dread Lord would definitely use the shadow spell.
"Click"
Balnazzar heard a soft sound of bones breaking. It seemed that Thassarian's bones were crushed by the power of the shadow. Soon, he would become a puddle of flesh and be swallowed by the shadow- —
"Pfft!"
Severe pain tore at Balnazzar's nerves, his body tensed unconsciously, and depraved blood continuously sprayed out from the hideous wounds on his back.
Thassarian calmly wiped away the blood on his face. The long sword [Vengeance] in his hand actually grew flesh-like tissue. They twisted and covered the rune sword made of Saronite. Instead, Make the rune sword strangely sharp.
The Dread Lord's armor made a sizzling sound like butter cut by a hot knife, and a huge crack appeared. The fatal scar almost cut off one of Balnazzar's wings diagonally, and he could even be seen. Bones beneath the muscles.
The purple-black shadow power is attached to the flesh and bones of the Dread Lord, and he is frantically enjoying the feast of flesh and blood at his fingertips. Under the erosion of the shadow, the wound is further corroded and worsened.
The death knight's unique power of death and plague also spread into Balnazzar's body. Under the intertwining of several energies, a large piece of flesh and blood on his back rotted almost every second.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"
The demon's miserable howl reached Varimathras's ears. He watched in shock as Balnazzar fell to his knees, half of his wings drooped, and his back was continuously impacted by massive amounts of shadow energy.
Thassarian thrust [Revenge] into Balnazzar's body. This long sword, which seemed to be "awakened" by some kind of power, became a beacon and aggregation of shadow energy. Those who were originally controlled by demons The energy rushed towards Balnazzar regardless.
At Thassarian's feet, the broken skull turned back to its original white color.
Balnazar frantically tried to move his body to stop the shadow's backlash, but he soon realized that almost half of his flesh and blood body had been transformed into shadow, and the remaining half was also covered with various of plague energy.
He turned his head tremblingly, stared viciously at Thassarian, who was removing the activated Saronite iron armor, with his bloodshot eyes, roared and cursed, "Damn reptile... I will definitely-" "
Balnazzar could not finish his last words. A spike of shadow flesh and blood pierced his throat, causing his voice to stop abruptly.
Kel'Thuzad, who was controlling the magic in the town from afar, suddenly covered the town with Medivh's magic circle. After a moment, he showed a satisfied smile.
Balnazzar's body limply fell to the ground at this moment. The moment he fell to the ground, the body of the Dread Lord was immediately covered with indescribable weird tissue. The shadow energy seemed to have self-awareness, devouring the demon's flesh and blood to its heart's content. .
Varimathras had no choice but to watch Balnazar being swallowed up by the shadow energy. That process was completely irreversible unless he used the power of the Holy Light to fight against it, but Balnazzar would probably be destroyed before he could recover. Burnt to ashes by the Holy Light.
He looked at Thassarian, who had temporarily lost his fighting ability, and did not have any thoughts of fighting in his heart. He suddenly had a hunch that if he continued to stay, he would end up similar to Balnazzar.
"Go kill that death knight! Quick!"
The Dreadlord roared at the necromancers, and the necromancers whose minds were dominated immediately moved toward Thassarian, and Varimathras planned to use brute force to attack the magic surrounding the town.
The evil energy was eroding the surrounding magic at an extremely fast speed, but the inexplicable sense of threat made him rather be counterattacked by the overly strong evil energy than increase the intensity of the evil energy he controlled.
"boom!"
Unfortunately, the sound was not Varimathras destroying the magic, but the psychics being knocked down and crushed by a heavy war hammer.
Orgrim stood on the dented ground and slowly raised the rune warhammer. He glanced at Balnazzar's body and said to Thassarian, "Good job, continue." Come down and leave it to us.”
The moment Varimathras saw Orgrim, he was immediately oppressed by a suffocating sense of crisis, not only because Orgrim's strength far exceeded Thassarian at this time, but also because he I feel that the real danger has arrived.
Arthas' figure slowly emerged from the darkness, and the Frostmourne in his hand shone with a faint blue light. Varimathras immediately had extremely bad thoughts in his heart.
At this moment, the magic circle was shattered, but before Varimathras had time to be happy, he discovered that behind this layer of magic curtain, another layer of denser lines was arranged in the sky.
"This is--!"
Varimathras almost lost his voice, and a long-lost sense of fear swept over him: what was outside was the real trump card - the familiar lines showed that this spell was born out of the knowledge of the Burning Legion.
Only demons can have a deeper understanding of demons. This demonic circle is engraved with incantations that imprison the demon's soul!
But how can humans and undead know this kind of magic?
With this layer of magic, it was impossible for them to escape from the beginning. Moreover, from this point of view, Balnazar's soul was very likely to be captured by the operator of the magic circle.
Orgrim, Lothar, and Arthas moved toward Varimathras to surround him. The fear lord's mind was racing. He suddenly raised his hands and shouted:
"Wait, I surrender! I can swear allegiance to the Scourge! I can tell you the locations of Tichondrius and Dythelok!"
The Dread Lord's shout made Orgrim and Lothar stunned for a moment, and they both looked at Arthas.
Arthas did not stop, he walked up to Varimathras, looked at Varimathras who gave up the resistance, and smiled, "As far as I know, the Nathrezim are all Duplicitous guy, maybe you are loyal to me today and will work for the Burning Legion tomorrow."
There was no change on Varimathras' face, but he was a little unsure in his heart. Arthas seemed to know much more than he thought, "Your Majesty, the Legion is not omniscient and omnipotent. If you don't kill me, I will I can be your spy and provide you with legion intelligence."
"Okay," Alsace agreed readily, "Of course, you have to give me your soul."
This condition made Varimathras instantly conflicted. After giving his soul to Arthas, he would have completely betrayed the Legion, because he could not disobey Arthas's orders, otherwise Arthas would be killed anytime, anywhere. You can deal with him.
The Burning Legion will not tolerate any betrayers. After the Legion invades Azeroth, the ending waiting for Varimathras is more terrifying than death.
But if he didn't agree to Arthas' words... Varimathras felt that his end might not be much better if he waited for a while.
Varimathras, who was in a dilemma, was silent for a moment, but when he saw Balnazzar's horrific death and his unknown soul, even the Dread Lord shuddered.
"Before agreeing, can you tell me whether Mal'Ganis is dead or..."
Arthas slightly raised Frostmourne in his hand, and a familiar soul breath came out, making Varimathras nod his head repeatedly, "I will be loyal to you and will never betray you."
