"Lich, how long do we have to stay in this cold fortress?"
The Dread Lord Varimathras was very dissatisfied with the current situation. He succumbed to the power of Arthas, but was unwilling to sit in a floating city.
"Are all demons as impatient as you?" Kel'Thuzad glanced at Varimathras, and then continued to focus on his magic experiments.
The Dread Lord sneered, "No, we Nathrezim are very patient, but I don't know exactly what our great master is waiting for, neither dealing with legions nor mortals.
You know, although Archimonde's body was annihilated by the explosion of the World Tree during the Battle of Mount Hyjal, the demon king can still be reborn in the void as a soul.
Moreover, Archimonde is not the only leader of the Burning Legion. Besides him, there is another one who is truly terrifying. "
It's not that Varimathras really cares about the development of the Undead Scourge, but because half of his soul is controlled by Arthas. If Azeroth loses, Varimathras will definitely die. uglier than anyone else.
The current situation is that the undead of Icecrown Citadel are dormant. Although they are still building the Arctic fortress, they are no longer expanding outwards, and have even given up the rich "resources" in Dragonblight.
What is left of the undead? Relying on cannon fodder with only skeletons left to fight against the Star Destroyers of the Burning Legion? Or the few death knights and lichs?
Hearing Varimathras's complaint, Kel'Thuzad paused the magic matrix in his hand, "Another leader? In other words, there is another demon in the Burning Legion who is as powerful as Archimonde?"
As a lich transformed from an archmage, Kel'Thuzad is definitely one of the top people in the world in his research on magic and souls.
As far away as Northrend and the Eastern Kingdom, he clearly felt the shocking dark power and soul.
That was a power that could make the current Kel'Thuzad tremble, and when he thought that his master Arthas was trying to plot such a being in Kalimdor, Kel'Thuzad suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of excitement.
Kel'Thuzad originally thought that this feeling of excitement and stimulation had gradually disappeared after he became the Archmage, but it turned out that he just hadn't encountered anything enough to shock him.
The arrival of Archimonde and the Burning Legion made Kel'Thuzad realize that his path was far from the end, and there were more things in the world waiting for him to explore.
Even Kel'Thuzad, who is dead and whose soul is as cold as ice, can clearly understand the fun of such unknowns and puzzles.
Now, Varimathras' words successfully aroused his curiosity, which is why he stopped his experiment.
These studies on necromancy can be done at any time, but Varimathras, a cunning demon, does not have much time to speak.
Now that Varimathras has spoken out, he naturally has no interest in hiding it. This is not a secret in the first place, but people on Azeroth have relatively little information.
"Another demon equal to Archimonde the Defiler is Kil'jaeden the Deceiver, and he is actually the real trigger of the orc invasion of Azeroth."
Kil'jaeden, the Deceiver, was once a member of the Triumvirate of the eredar civilization, a being that was older, more mysterious, and more dangerous than Archimonde.
After accepting the power from the Dark Titan Sargeras, Kil'jaeden and his colleague Archimonde led the Eredar clan and embarked on the blueprint of the "Burning Crusade" drawn by Sargeras.
Countless worlds turned into cold star cores under the iron heel of the demon army. Compared to Archimonde who was obsessed with personal power, Kil'jaeden rarely took action himself.
He will always be the mysterious being who commands the Burning Legion, using various tactics and tricks to bring pain to countless worlds.
Kel'Thuzad pressed his knuckles against his chin, and the soul fire in his eyes pulsed twice, "You mean, the Triumvirate? Is there a third leader of the Burning Legion?"
"Haha, since there are those who accept the power of Sargeras, there are also fools who will refuse."
Kel'Thuzad's question made Varimathras seem to think of something happy.
"Looking at your appearance, the fate of the guy who rejected the Dark Titan's power must have been a pity. Let me guess, was he torn into pieces by Archimonde's magic in anger?"
"That's really not the case. This is also the strangest scene. Kil'jaeden is much more angry than Archimonde. Some even say that for tens of thousands of years, Kil'jaeden has never been seen more angry than that day. angry.
As for the reason, I'm afraid no one knows it except Kil'jaeden and his former colleagues who rejected the Dark Titan.
What's even more surprising is that the Eredar who rejected Sargeras' power actually fled their planet with a group of Eredar who also refused to join the Burning Legion. "
Kel'Thuzad listened to this brief story and nodded thoughtfully, "In other words, although this fraudster is a master of conspiracy, he is not without weaknesses."
"What did you see, Lich?" Varimathras was curious. How could a short anecdote like this allow Kel'Thuzad to see Kil'jaeden's weakness?
"This is simply ten thousand times simpler than human political games, Varimathras." Kel'Thuzad continued to play with his matrix and instruments. "Kil'jaeden is a proud demon king, and his city is extremely deep. , scheming, such people are generally the most difficult to deal with, but if the story you told is true, then he probably has a fatal weakness."
"You mean-" Varimathras suddenly had an idea.
"Yes, if he really hates his former colleagues so much, then after learning the information about the escaped colleagues, he will probably use any means to torture the other party and not let the other party die easily. This will leave Quite a few holes.”
Varimathras continued to follow Kel'Thuzad's train of thought, and then shook his head, "It sounds feasible, but even if Kil'jaeden reveals a flaw, it will be difficult for you to do anything to him. Our The power gap is really huge."
"Although there is a gap in strength, it is not impossible. Archimonde's fall is the best proof.
Archimonde could die out of greed for power, and Kil'jaeden could also lose out of hatred. "
These words were so convincing that even Varimathras couldn't find a way to refute them for a while.
Seeing the Dread Lord being trapped by him, Kel'Thuzad's jaws trembled twice: This noisy big bat finally calmed down, and he could conduct magic experiments again...
Um? Did anyone just say they wanted to hear a story - how could anyone think that a story could distract a great lich!
"Crack!"
The crystal bottle cracked in Kel'Thuzad's hand, and the ice essence contained in it was instantly lost, leaving Kel'Thuzad without even a chance to make amends.
Kel'Thuzad sighed, threw the broken glass bottle into the garbage pile aside, and shouted to Varimathras, who was still thinking, "Okay, stop your meaningless thinking, there is business." Son."
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In the process of recovering the underground kingdom, Anub'arak of Azjol-Nerub also temporarily stopped his work, and the progress of negotiations with those still living compatriots faced some difficulties. Some of them always believed that this was a witch. The Demon King’s trick.
However, most of the underground kingdom has been recovered by Anub'arak, and the living spider-men have become the nominal controllers of the city, while the undead spider-monsters no longer enter the city.
They would extend from Azjol-Nerub, using the abandoned, deeper structures as a venue for their activities.
At this time, Anub'arak received a soul message from Arthas.
He asked in his usual deep voice, "Anub'Rekan, do you hear that?"
"Yes, His Majesty is summoning the warriors of the natural disaster to gather in Naxxramas." Anub'Rekan's sharp forelimbs and mouthparts kept shaking.
"Your abilities won't be shown here. Go ahead and go to Naxxramas. I have a hunch that this is the first time for us to show our fangs to the world."
"Please take care, I will complete your Majesty's mission as soon as possible."
After saying that, the huge crypt lord disappeared into the tunnel, followed by a large number of elite spider demon undead.
They were victims of the tyranny of the previous Lich King. Arthas, who had rescued them from Ner'zhul's rule, was the only person their remaining bodies could loyal to. Therefore, these nerubians responded immediately without any hesitation. Alsace's call.
At the same time, in the Ice Crown Fortress further north, Death Lord Lothar also received the same message. However, compared with the spider demons with sufficient manpower, the number of men the Death Knight could send was too few.
The standards set by Arthas made the selection of souls who could become death knights very strict. Even if the bones of fallen heroes in Northrend were searched, it would still not be enough to assemble an order of knights.
Therefore, in fact, the current name of Anduin Lothar, Lord of Death, is just an empty title. It may be more appropriate to call him Lord of Ghouls or Lord of Skeletons.
But since the Lich King said that some death knights can be sent out appropriately, even new recruits, and they can continue training in Naxxramas, Lothar thinks there is no problem.
"It's time for these brats to apply their power to actual combat. There is no improvement in cutting wood piles and going crazy undead in Northrend every day!"
Orgrim also agreed with this, and he was immediately ready to set off.
Therefore, Orgrim, as a recruit instructor, took a team of fifty recruits and formal death knights to board the floating fortress of Naxxramas as a reserve force and high-end combat power reserve.
However, this time, another "strong man" whose size was not inferior to Orgrim appeared in the death knight queue.
The former tribal chief looked at the taciturn warrior beside him and patted his broad shoulder.
"Okay, Grommash, are you going to go with us, or are you going to continue to be a mute in this fortress full of skeletons?"
Grommash Hellscream, the leader of the Warsong Clan who was killed in the battle with the Abyss Lord Mannoroth, was also brought back from the other world by the Undead Scourge.
"He shouldn't have given me free will. He knew that I couldn't serve a human being."
Grommash's voice was still vigorous and powerful, but it contained a hint of the soul echo unique to the Death Knight.
Because although he still moves like a living person, his organs have actually stopped working long ago. What really allows him to speak and move is actually the energy of his soul.
Orgrim bared his fangs, "I thought so at first, but don't you want to make those who persecuted our compatriots pay the price with your own hands?
We have died a long time ago. The dead do not need glory. We will only use endless darkness to let those damn demons taste the same pain. "
Grommash punched Orgrim's breastplate and growled, "Don't fool me with this excuse. Although I am dead, my brain has not been eaten by the ghoul!"
"Humph, just tell me whether you want to go or not?" Orgrim looked at Grommash with a narrow look. He knew very well that Grommash's bloodline as a warrior was still bringing him closer to the fight, and now, is the best opportunity.
Grommash snorted, ignored Orgrim's strange smile, and stepped into the portal leading to Naxxramas.
Orgrim nodded and said to Lothar, "This is a good start, right? At least we have proven that the undead do not have to be full of hatred for the living."
"Stop talking nonsense, don't forget how embarrassing it was when you were restrained by Arthas when you just woke up from death." Lothar did not hesitate and hit Orgrim's vitals directly.
Orgrim pursed his lips, "That's just a temporary compromise. I don't like humans, but for this 'Lich King', I just feel that he doesn't look like a human being - besides, his fists are bigger than ours. Then we have no choice but to listen to him, at least he gave me a chance to take revenge with my own hands."
After saying that, Orgrim also walked into the teleportation array and disappeared from Lothar's eyes.
Listening to the cold wind whistling in his ears, Lothar suddenly realized something:
It seems like I am left alone in this ghost place again?
The efficiency of the undead far exceeds that of any army in the world. They do not need the late stage in the conventional sense, nor do they need specialized doctors and healers. All they need is to drink the blood and soul of their enemies.
Kel'Thuzad also summoned the psychics and necromancers who had worked and studied under him. In the huge floating city, the military zone, plague zone and spider zone gradually became more manpower-rich.
Under the call of the Archlich, the leaders of the natural disasters who entered Naxxramas gathered together in the central control room of the floating city to make final preparations before departure.
