One day ago, Tichondrius received a message from Diselok: Naxxramas had fallen, and both Balnazzar and Varimathras died under the siege of the Undead Scourge.
Suddenly missing two teammates, Tichondrius suddenly felt very tired. He didn't know whether these guys were here to help him or to cause trouble for him.
In just one month, there were three less of the five Dread Lords. If he continued to drive the prince crazy like this, he didn't know if it would be another month before he and Diserok would have to report back to the Twisting Nether.
But he definitely couldn't be driven back in such a dejected state. If the legion's plan failed due to his death, going back would be worse than death.
After losing control of the Scourge of the Undead, the only way to subvert Dalaran and seize the Book of Medivh, Tichondrius knew that the chance to start a craze from the Eastern Kingdom was gone, and staying there would be a waste of time.
The rise of human civilization was too short. Except for the guardian Medivh who had something useful for the arrival of the Legion, it was difficult for other things to get in touch with the Burning Legion.
Therefore, Tichondrius could only choose to go to the continent of Kalimdor to find usable objects from the ruins of the ancient elven empire.
However, it seems that luck has not always only favored the human prince. Tichondrius made a lot of gains during the time when he mixed with the orcs and arrived in Kalimdor.
He found a way to build a portal in the ancient books left by the elves. Although the requirements were more stringent than those of the Dark Portal, with Tichondrius's magical knowledge, he was still able to build a temporary portal to accommodate the arrival of some demons.
As long as enough spellcasters are summoned, Tichondrius can have them form a ritual to summon Archimonde's arrival.
"Damn humans, wait until Lord Archimonde comes and destroys the elves and their ridiculous civilization, then it will be your turn."
Tichondrius hated Arthas for repeatedly disrupting his plans, but at the same time, what surprised him was that every time Arthas acted, it was as if he knew what he would do, which made him dare not Act hastily.
Fortunately, looking at it now, none of this matters. Those stupid orcs did have disputes with the elves, and these lower creatures learned a lesson.
The night elves are not a weak new race like humans. The fact that they were able to repel the first invasion of the Burning Legion thousands of years ago already speaks volumes.
When the orcs face a powerful enemy that is difficult to defeat, traditions and customs will not allow them to retreat. They will definitely find a way to repel the enemy.
Although the method is old, it is quite effective when used on young people like orcs.
While Tichondrius was thinking, the dark green deep portal beside him slowly opened, revealing a desolate area on the other side of the door, with a pungent smell of sulfur pouring out.
A thick thigh collapsed from the portal. On the ground around the sole of the foot, the flowers, plants and shrubs withered instantly and became scorched, as if they had been burned by high-temperature flames.
Under the trampling of the Abyss Lord, the originally vibrant green land suddenly turned into the scene on the other side of the portal.
The tall Abyss Lord Mannoroth walked out of the portal. His huge body was like a hill, giving people a heavy sense of oppression. He stretched his body unscrupulously, and the evil energy spread around the land like lava. All pollution.
"It's been ten thousand years, and I'm finally back." He took a deep breath, and a terrible smile appeared on his ugly face, "Well done, Tichondrius."
"Concentrate your breath. Our large army has not arrived yet. If we attract the elves guarding the forest, everything will be ruined!" Tichondrius said with a straight face. He didn't want to face the enemy now. Get on those elves.
"Oh haha, your nerves are too tense. It seems that you were bullied miserably by the creatures here." Mannoroth stabbed his double-headed euphorbia into the ground with one hand, "I will not hide like you. "
"Whatever you want, if the summoning ceremony is interrupted midway, I won't be the one punished."
Tichondrius had long known that Mannoroth would not listen to him, so he simply waved his hand and stopped caring about what Mannoroth did.
Hearing the word "punished", Mannolos reluctantly restrained his breath, and his eyes showed a ferocious look, "What do you need the great Mannolos to do?"
"Blood, I need your blood to drive those orcs into a state of rage again, like they did in Draenor."
Tichondrius took out an orc skull. The owner of this skull had been dead for a long time, but his skull was still burning with evil flames that seemed to never go out.
The flames were also mixed with deep-seated hatred and anger, indicating that the owner of the skull must have suffered some injustice or betrayal before his death.
Mannoroth recognized the familiar scent on the skull, "Is this... the head of that guy Gul'dan?"
"That's right."
Tichondrius played with the skull in his hand. The orc warlock died in the tomb of the "god". His body was torn apart, but most of his demonology and chaotic energy remained in his skull. .
Gul'dan was pursuing greater power. He was no longer satisfied with the portion given to him by the Burning Legion, so he led his clan and betrayed the tribe at the most critical moment of the Orc War.
The orcs, who lacked spellcasters, were defeated by the Alliance's offensive. The reason why Orgrim hated Gul'dan so much was because Gul'dan sent people to assassinate his friends and destroy Draenor. It was because of Gul'dan's betrayal that the Horde lost everything.
But now, the skull of this orc warlock is in the hands of Tichondrius!
"When the orcs were crossing the sea, I noticed a familiar energy fluctuation, so I took a look. I didn't expect to get such an unexpected harvest."
"Huh, but it's just an orc. What are you going to do with this thing?"
Tichondrius's smile became sinister, "The elves abandoned the tradition of magic and instead practiced the way of druids, pursuing the balance of nature. The forest is their backing, but what if the forest betrays them?"
Mannoroth, who understood Tichondrius's intentions, lost interest in this. Compared to using cunning tactics to tear apart the Legion's enemies, Mannoroth preferred the feeling of destroying everything with violence.
"You can do what you want, I will guard this place until the army comes."
Tichondrius bowed very gentlemanly, "Don't forget those orcs."
The Lord of the Abyss waved his hand impatiently, "I know, can't I even deal with a group of orcs? I said, you go do your thing, leave it to me when the legion arrives here!"
Seeing Mannoroth's performance, Tichondrius remained unmoved on the surface, but in his heart he was extremely contemptuous of this stupid big lizard. If Lord Archimonde hadn't appointed this guy as his adjutant, why would he be so angry?
But there is no point in arguing with the Abyss Lord. After destroying Azeroth and completing all the tasks, he will not mind teaching this "large lizard" a good lesson in the Twisting Nether.
