Even if I, Ner'zhul, die, my bones crushed to ashes, my soul nailed to the Ice Throne, I will still shout in the voice of Arthas, "The Dreadlords are all useless!"
A three-party game, each had its own advantages and disadvantages, but the Lich King miscalculated.
In terms of computing power, the sleepless Ner'zhul is on par with the Ancient Gods. Kil'jaeden, who is far away in the Twisting Nether, has not paid too much attention to Azeroth, and the Dreadlord is slightly inferior.
In terms of combat effectiveness, the Ancient God in prison and the Lich King under surveillance both rely on large legions to fight. The Azeroth lurking troops of the Burning Legion have an absolute advantage. Both the Dread Lord and the Abyss Lord are the same. Those who wait can fight.
In terms of intelligence gathering ability, the Witch TV Demon King is obviously stronger than the ancient MLM god and the fearful liar demon king.
When Dar'Khan presented the key to the Sunwell, Ner'zhul thought he had won.
What is the purpose of forming the Scourge?
To fight against the faceless army of the Old God?
To help the Burning Legion destroy Azeroth?
Pooh!
To get out of this damn big block of ice, of course.
Taking advantage of Kil'jaeden's arrogance, Ner'zhul cleverly hid himself in the shadow of the Burning Legion.
When Draenor made one wrong move and lost everything, Ner'zhul personally delivered himself and the Shadowmoon clan to Kil'jaeden. So Kil'jaeden did what he said, not only killed all the orcs who delivered the goods to his door, but also used their ashes and souls to create lichs.
Therefore, Ner'zhul covets Arthas' body. It is not despicable, but a weak, helpless soul longing for freedom seeking relief.
Although the high elves covered the Sunwell very well, Quel'Thalas was too close to Icecrown Citadel, and Ner'zhul was still able to detect the existence of the Sunwell even through several powerful barriers.
Whether Lordaeron is creating an undead plague now and pulling up the natural disaster army, or whether it is stealing the power from the Sunwell and then doing the opposite, in the end it is just a means for Ner'zhul to break free, not the goal.
The Silver Dawn formed by Carlos Barov has blocked the Cult of the Damned's experiments in spreading the plague in all aspects, and is proud of itself.
But they don't understand that the undead plague is not a simple virology and bacteriology, but a special creation mixed with magic and curse.
In this regard, the Old Gods have absolute authority.
The Silver Dawn thought that it could delay the outbreak of the plague by sniping the plague experiments of the Cult of the Damned. This in itself was a cognitive error.
The pathogen of the undead plague came from the Old God, and Ner'zhul just modified its way of existence and used it for his own purposes.
As for how Kel'Thuzad and Sil'gai modified the undead plague to enhance its destructive power, there was no difference at all to Ner'zhul.
Because what is needed to create the Scourge Legion is corpses, not undead plague.
Although the words Erwuzi have been deeply engraved in the Lich King's soul from the moment it was born.
But before a full-scale rebellion, the Burning Legion was Ner'zhul's biggest backing and support.
At least when it comes to destroying the natives of Azeroth, both sides have a common language.
Ner'zhul has long given up on being an orc, but this does not prevent him from using orcs again.
At the same time, the hidden lines left behind by the Burning Legion after the failure of the last invasion, as well as the secret infiltration that took tens of thousands of years, can now be fully activated.
The Lich King couldn't find any reason why he would lose.
Therefore, Ner'zhul told Tichondrius that Carlos Barov, the assistant and monitor Kil'jaeden placed beside him, could die.
The key elements had been gathered together, and when Arthas, who had defeated the resistance of the Nerubian Empire, returned to Lordaeron, the rebels gathered by Carlos happened to be wiped out.
Silvermoon City, which was weakened by internal friction, could not withstand the offensive of the Scourge Legion.
By using the power of the Sunwell to completely occupy Arthas' body, the Frozen Throne that imprisoned the Lich King's soul would be in vain. Surrounded by the Scourge, Ner'zhul could freely mock Kil'jaeden as a fool.
At the same time, if the attack occurs in advance, the ancient gods can be caught off guard. When the plan of the Eastern Kingdom is completed, and the orcs are attracted to feed the demon blood, the elves of Kalimdor will not be able to rely on them.
The Ancient God has not yet truly escaped from trouble. In their own spiritual realm, the Scourge is not afraid of the distortion of the Ancient God's will. Whether it is destruction or enslavement, it is an extremely beneficial choice for Ner'zhul.
After unifying the power of all Azeroth, Ner'zhul was able to calmly plan his revenge on Kil'jaeden.
After all, during the days of torture, Ner'zhul also gained forbidden knowledge about the Twisting Nether.
The plan was so beautiful and so seamless that Ner'zhul even gave up reason for the first time in a long time and spent a lot of energy watching Carlos Barov's closing ceremony.
Tichondrius, Varimathras, Malganis, Mephistros.
The four fear lords lurking in Azeroth took action at the same time, as well as the elite legion of demons who had been transported to Azeroth in this way for millions of years, as well as the corrupted forces in Alterac, plus Betrayed by those around you.
Lich King Ner'zhul could not think of a reason why Carlos Barov could live.
What a long memory.
Although in the eyes of the people of Azeroth, the end of the Orc War was more than twenty years ago.
But Ner'zhul's torture in the Twisting Nether stretched into the material world for no less than three thousand years.
The Lich King has long forgotten his hatred for the Azeroth Alliance when he was the leader of the orcs, but it is always a pleasure to watch the old enemy in "historical memory" ascend to heaven.
until……
"This...this is impossible!"
"Quickly retreat!"
"Ah~~~~~"
Received information that the Cult of the Curse is causing trouble in Keldaron.
Carlos struck decisively.
But when he arrived at the village shown by the intelligence, four fear demons were waiting for him. Thousands of legion demons had already turned into zombies among the villagers.
Due to wrong intelligence, Carlos did not lead many followers.
In the face of this desperate ambush, breaking out seems to be the best option.
Carlos's attendants were ready to sacrifice themselves to clear a path of survival for the king.
But Carlos couldn't help but laugh.
Not only were Carlos's followers unable to understand why their king was laughing, but even most of the demons only regarded their enemies as bluffing.
Only Varimathras, who was almost "torn apart" by Carlos, felt a little uneasy.
The reason Carlos was laughing was simple.
Because his body, the holy light in his body, and his surging emotions are all telling, shouting, and telling him, you can do it, you can win!
So Carlos rushed forward.
Four fear demons, a legion of less than a thousand demons, and two hundred skeleton zombies also want to kill me?
His mind told Carlos that his future was uncertain, but his body told Carlos that it was okay to go ahead.
In the frenzy of battle, Carlos noticed a slight dissonance.
But soon, the fighting instinct that had been suppressed for a long time filled Carlos' brain.
The body that had been inexplicably strengthened showed non-magical fighting power. Under the stunned gaze of his followers, Carlos slaughtered the Burning Legion in Azeroth one after another, one after another, like a killing machine with no emotion. The accumulated military power.
When half of the legion of demons were sent back to the Twisting Nether by Carlos on his own, the four Dread Lords could no longer bear it.
From the moment they met, the fear aura jointly blessed by the four fear devils destroyed the morale of Carlos's side. At the desperate moment, the soldiers lost the will to resist and only wanted to escort the king to escape. They lived up to their loyalty.
But who would have thought that Carlos seemed not to be affected by the aura of fear at all, or that he was so frightened that he gave up on himself and became reckless.
By the time Tichondrius gave up searching for Carlos' spiritual space and instead prepared to destroy Carlos physically, more than half of the legion of demons had been killed.
"Holy Light! That enemy is vulnerable!"
While Carlos's near-miraculous bravery inspired everyone, the Dreadlords came to an end.
But Tichondrius had a mission and did not choose to fight with all his strength. Varimathras had been psychologically affected by Carlos before. Mal'Ganis was not a martial artist. In the end, only Mephistros gave his all.
Then……
Then Carlos stepped on his chest, kicked his nose and face, and cut off his head.
Do you know how to play when you hit one out of a thousand and half of them were killed in return?
The remaining three Dread Lords also felt fear at this time.
"Retreat, retreat quickly!"
Tichondrius gave the order to retreat, and the fear demons turned into swarms of bats and fled in different directions. The legion demons who were left behind looked at the commanders crossing the sky, seemingly in chaos.
But Carlos, who was already red-eyed, didn't care about that much.
It seems that a new legend will be created tonight.
Giving up watching this farce, Ner'zhul fell into deep thought.
[Alsace, heading to Kalimdor. 】
With such a major setback, Tichondrius, that loser, disrupted Ner'zhul's plans.
It must be removed first.
Otherwise Kil'jaeden would not let him go.
The Lich King howled unwillingly from the depths of his soul.
"The Dreadlords are all trash!"
