In the natural disaster floating city of Naxxanar, the great lich Kel'Thuzad looked at the psychic crystal in his hand with a low expression, "Those ogres actually took the initiative to attack our outpost?"
The gargoyle herald nodded. This more advanced structure has acquired basic intelligence and is no longer a brainless puppet. "The ogres were unable to deal with the gargoyles originally, but since we began to penetrate deeper into the Ring of Blood, After entering the area, the number of gargoyle injuries suddenly increased."
"What means can those ogres who are not much smarter than stones use to deal with gargoyles?" Kel'Thuzad sneered. "The number of spellcasters among ogres is very small. Even if they don't do anything else, they won't be able to deal with gargoyles." It must be able to cause such losses to the gargoyles, and there must be something secretly helping them.”
The gargoyle herald did not dare to respond. This reconnaissance operation was a complete failure. Not only did it not obtain any useful information, it also lost a lot of gargoyles. Although this number of gargoyles can be re-created quickly, As one of the commanders of the operation, it is not impossible for him to be punished and turned into a real stone statue again.
However, the archlich was not in the mood to care about the life and death of a gargoyle herald. He was more concerned about what was helping the ogres deal with the gargoyle scouts.
There was indeed a problem with the Ring of Blood. The previous Gargoyle troops had never suffered such losses. This in itself was already very important information.
Thinking of this, Kel'Thuzad waved his hand and gave the gargoyle herald another task.
"You take the remaining gargoyles and continue to stand guard in the identified safe area."
The gargoyle, who was glad that he would not be discarded, quickly fluttered his wings and left. Kel'Thuzad exhaled cold air with icy particles in his mouth. He turned towards Arthas on the throne of Naxxanar's command room and said, "Master, Now I can confirm that there is indeed a guy hiding near the Ring of Blood."
Arthas opened his eyes. He had just been feeling the large network of souls in the outer world. Kel'Thuzad's words broke him out of this meditation.
"Saberian... this guy is hiding in the abandoned arena and helped the ogres mark the location of the gargoyles. The black dragon's sense of the earth and mountains seems to have not completely disappeared."
"Did you find something?"
"That guy is very cunning. His purpose makes it impossible for him to really hide, so he chose to provoke an all-out battle between us and the ogres so that he can fish in troubled waters." After Arthas learned that the gargoyles had been dealt with, Saberian’s thoughts were probably clear.
This black dragon walks between the camps of the ogres and the Scourge, trying to constantly fan the flames to make the battle between the Scourge and the ogres more intense.
Arthas stood up from the throne, his hair turned pale as he was imbued with the power of death, and his pupils also exuded a faint blue halo, "But what he didn't expect was that we originally planned to completely destroy The forces of the ogres and Gronns are almost ready now - Kel'Thuzad, the warrior who summons the natural disaster, the Blade Tower ogres and those stupid Gronns will surely perish."
Alsace had no plans to show mercy to a clan of barbaric ogres who were forced by Gronn. Since Saberian wanted to use the ogres to consume the power of the natural disaster, Alsace was prepared to go all out to destroy it. Learned about the ogres of Blade's Edge Mountains.
"As you command, Master, soon the ogres and their barbaric Gronn masters will kneel at your feet." Kel'Thuzad accepted the order happily. He has been studying in Naxxanar for long enough, and it is time to take action. With one move of his muscles and bones, he unleashed the true power of death.
Watching Kel'Thuzad begin to mobilize the Scourge soldiers of Naxxanar, Alsace waved his hand, and the thick mist of death surged out from the darkness, instantly tearing open a passage to the Icecrown Glacier. With the power of the soul, Pulled by, the armor that was sealed in the ice and once contained the remnant soul of Ner'zhul flew in front of Arthas.
This armor was recast by the natural disaster craftsmen and incorporated with Saronite and various precious metals. It was darker and more terrifying than before. Even though it had not been worn, the power revealed in it was intimidating to the living.
But Arthas put on this armor with ease, and it fit snugly as if it was specially made for him. This made Arthas a little unhappy. He had realized that the Lich King himself was part of a conspiracy, and Neo Zu didn't know anything at all, he was just a pawn being used.
That "poor" old orc thought he had deceived Kil'jaeden and everyone else, but in fact, I'm afraid that this guy was clearly arranged by others from birth to death, and those arrangements were made for him. The people are not just the demons of the Burning Legion.
Although Arthas has not fully understood what kind of conspiracy is hidden behind the Lich King, Frostmourne and the Helm of Domination, he has discovered that the source of everything points to the country on the opposite side of their world, the one that belongs to the dead. and the realm of souls.
I'm afraid that the appearance of the Scourge is inseparable from that place, but looking at it now, the Shadow Realm cannot directly interfere with Azeroth's actions, and the Lich King's troubles have also been solved and intercepted by Arthas, including Frost. The sword of Sorrow has completely washed away its original connection and become a sharp weapon in Alsace's hands.
Although one conspiracy after another points to the world where Arthas lives, the problems must be solved one by one. For example, now, he plans to make the Blade Tower Ogre completely become a part of the long history.
They were just a remnant of the original ogre civilization. After living in the Blade's Edge Mountains for so long, it was time to come to an end.
Arthas raised Frostmourne flatly, and the magic power on the blade surged out. The black-purple energy transition showed a lightning-like arc. When the runes were destroyed, a door to another place opened.
At his summons, Onyxia, a black dragon who was contracted by him, walked out of the Door of Death. She looked at Naxxanaar curiously and felt the connection between Outland and Azeroth. A completely different chaotic energy.
But before she could get used to the environment here, her face suddenly became very ugly - because she felt that a large number of her own race had died, and they had been dead for a long time.
"here it is……?"
"Blade's Edge Mountain is one of the places where your crazy father conducted forbidden experiments. Those dead black dragons are his abandoned sons." Arthas simply stated the source of the aura that made Onyxia uncomfortable.
"No...not just the dead black dragon, I also smelled a nauseating scent." Onyxia's face darkened, "Sabrian...this guy is actually here."
