Stratholme God

Chapter 313 Dai Lin's Foreboding (4 More)
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Ner'zhul's wanton and arrogant laughter echoed throughout the spiritual circuit, and Kel'Thuzad shrank his spirit into a small ball, humbly sharing his master's joy.

This is a grand goal, the only way to immortality and immortality.

Terenas?The poor old man still doesn't know that he is just a chess piece that can be discarded at any time.

Thinking of this, the corners of Kel'Thuzad's mouth rose wildly, revealing a sarcastic expression.

Of course, he who was projected into Ner'zhul's spiritual world was still that devout servant.His disrespect was directed only at Terenas.

"Your Majesty the Lich King, please note that if MacDonald Stratholme survives for a day, Arthas will not be convinced even if he becomes a death knight. McDonald is the last light of hope for Arthas."

"Light of Hope?" Ner'zhul said contemptuously, "It's okay, as long as you gather enough souls, [Frostmourne] will be invincible! When Arthas killed him with his own hands, he vowed to repay his favor even if he sacrificed his life." This is the climax of this ethical drama!"

"Your Majesty, your wisdom is unparalleled in the world!" Kel'Thuzad flattered.

"Of course!" Perhaps the more depressed, the stronger the rebound. Without Kil'jaeden's pointing fingers, Ner'zhul's ambition began to sprout: "Yes, it is almost time for you to withdraw. The Stratholme Territory seems to be in control. You don’t need to take risks with the technique of dispelling souls, just let those dread demon kings who get in the way die for you.”

"understand!"

Severing the spiritual connection with Kel'Thuzad, Ner'zhul immediately contacted one of the people he said was in the way.

"Mal'Ganis!"

"Awaiting your orders, my lord."

What appeared in Ner'zhul's spiritual sea was a demonic creature with huge purple bat wings and horns on its head.

Dreadlords - are intelligent and cunning demons, they are the intelligence officers and interrogators of the Burning Legion, and they are one of the high-ranking demons of the Burning Legion.Serve as an undercover policeman or interrogator in the Burning Legion.

They are a race of rogues without any sympathy who live off the energy of mortal beings.They often turn brother against brother through intimidation or deceit, and then cause the whole world to fall under their dark influence.They have conquered many worlds by controlling the minds of their enemies and turning them into minions.

"How are you getting ready?"

"It's going well. At 12 o'clock tonight, [-]% of the palace guards, servants and maids will be transformed into undead."

"Very good, let's leave some living people behind to pretend. Let's wait for tomorrow's throne meeting and launch together!"

"clear."

Once again severed from the telepathic connection, Ner'zhul found himself feeling... cold.

Correct!
In the spirit world, he is the all-powerful Lich King.

In reality, he was just a tool that Kil'jaeden randomly threw into the Northrend snow field!

Sorry, the word [人] must be removed!

The huge gap between 'omnipotent' and 'can't do anything' made him feel uncomfortable.

The despair and pain of being imprisoned in the ice crystal skull almost drove Ner'zhul mad.

"It's that damn McDonald who saw through my plan! Otherwise, I could just season Alsace and turn it into the most suitable body for me!"

"If it wasn't for him to make the alliance so strong, if Orgrim's trash was stronger and wiped out the alliance, how could there be so many troubles! No!"

"Damn! Damn! Damn!"

"Endure! Endure! Yes! I will endure. Until Alsace inserts [Frostmourne] into McDonald's chest."

"Hahaha! That is the grandest delicacy!"

Ner'zhul talked to himself a little incoherently, which was already the best way for him to maintain his sanity, otherwise he would have collapsed completely under Kil'jaeden's soul abuse.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

The beautiful Lordaeron palace is undergoing changes unknown to outsiders.

Uther felt a little baffled. He suddenly received an order from his superiors to watch the gate.

Since entering the palace, he has not been welcomed by his colleagues.There is no way, among all the captains of the guard, he is the only civilian, and the other captains are jazz no matter how bad they are.

Uther stuck to his beliefs.

He accepted all this silently, and whenever he had the opportunity, he patiently and tirelessly explained the morality of the Holy Light to every colleague who spoke viciously, even if the other party was not willing to listen.

The Throne Council was going to be held today, and since early in the morning, Uther had been at the gate watching the gorgeous carriages enter.

To be honest, this meeting is actually not a high standard.

All countries are busy rebuilding after the war. Among the seven human kingdoms, only Kul Tiras and Lordaeron are attended by their kings.

The Kingdom of Stormwind sends Gavinrad Doom as its representative.

Dalaran sent Delandon, a member of the Kirin Tor Council of Six.

Alterac is represented by Countess Katrina Prestor.

Stormgard was represented by Admiral Oslet (domestic rank), currently the highest standing, due to the disappearance of acting king Danath Trollbane.

As for Gilneas, no one was sent at all.

Among the many dukes, Macdonald is gone, Lao Mo and Abedis are still guarding the Fortress, and only the Duke of Lordamere is here.

As for the Marquis and Earl, there were still more than a dozen present.

Uther meticulously saluted each of the great man's carriages.

When he came to the main hall, King Daelin was stunned. His personal guards shouted at the Lordaeron ceremonial officer in front of him: "What? Do you know who this is next to me? Even His Majesty Proudmoore is not allowed to carry weapons enter?"

The ritual officer was sweating coldly, nodded and bowed repeatedly, and repeated: "I'm really sorry. Some of you insist that their dead ancestors still have the supreme glory, and their words and deeds are quite fierce. In order to make today's meeting a It will be held in a civilized manner to avoid unnecessary harm caused by excessive actions. His Majesty Menethil ordered that all participants are prohibited from bringing weapons in."

Daelin sighed, of course he understood the power of tradition: "Forget it, as Lordaeron's most loyal ally, I have no reason not to trust Lordaeron's Royal Guard."

Dai Lin handed over his scimitar and musket, and entered with only a ritual sword.

Yijian is just for show, the blade is as thin as paper, and the blade is not even opened.

After entering, Dai Lin found that he was the penultimate one to arrive.

Of course, it is customary for Terenas to appear last as the leader.

After Dai Lin sat down, the door of the throne meeting room was closed, the magic circle was opened as usual, and then the ceremonial officer called the name.

"Witness of the heavens and gods—the great..." The ceremonial officer opened his mouth and a string of titles: "His Majesty Terenas Menethil is here—"

For some reason, the moment Dai Lin saw Terenas's pale face without a trace of blood, he had an extremely ominous premonition.

(End of this chapter)