Azeroth’s Death Track

Kasanatier is determined to fight against the Deceiver. He has gathered some of the most powerful Nathrezim lords in the Fear Council, and also sent Mephistos and Anaceron who are loyal to the Deceiver squeezed out of the decision-making circle.”

The older sister of the Eredar twins, the shadow-manipulating Queen Thaloras, said to her sister worriedly:

Archimonde commanded an army to attack Azeroth, but he died in this world. This incident became a turning point. The fraudsters failed to take over the chaotic world of Mardun in the first place, causing the careerist Cassana Tyr spread his tentacles all over that world, look at what he did in Azeroth... In this world, there are almost no high-ranking demons loyal to the Trickster.

Apparently, they were all cleaned by Casanatiel through various schemes.

The high-ranking warlock Oresis looked at all the battle reports sent back to Argus from the world of Azeroth in recent years. After careful observation, she came to a bad conclusion:

We were all deceived by the cunning Kassanatier, the scumbag who kept sending the demons loyal to us to the front line, and then were beheaded one by one by the native barbarians of Azeroth. Pai, but can protect himself in the flirtatious cooperation with Casanatir...

It's a pessimistic situation.

Queen Saloras moved her fingers thoughtfully, and she said a little irritably:

It now appears that the fraudsters have completely lost control of Azeroth. This world has been regarded as their back garden by the dreadlords, and the task of finding the Pillars of Creation was personally issued by the Dark Titan. Until those dreadlords return the Pillars of Creation, we, not even the Trickster himself, can interfere with the actions of those dreadlords in this world.

But my sister, they can't last forever.

The high-level warlock Aureses looked at the bright nail polish on her five fingers, she said softly:

This world will eventually be destroyed by the legion. There is no doubt about it. No matter what the dreadlords are plotting in this world, they can only do nothing. As long as the Pillar of Creation is handed over, Nasrei The privileges of Zims in this world will be terminated, and the arrogant Kassanatier asked us to get back the last lost Pillar of Creation for him, this is actually an opportunity!

As long as we return the Aegis of Aggramar directly to Argus, as long as the Trickster confronts the Dark Titan with this face, and presents the last Pillar of Creation with his own hands... how can the Nathrezim deny it?

There was a chilling glint in the beautiful eyes of the red-skinned eredar demon:

By that time, Casanatir... Hehe, we will definitely pay back ten times the humiliation he has done to us!

You think too simply, my sister.

Queen Saloras shook her head worriedly. The tall eredar hoof sister wrapped her shoulders around her sister, and she put her face behind Aureses's back. She said:

From what we can think of, the group of dread demon kings are not ideal. They will definitely send eyeliners to follow us. I dare say that as long as we get the shield of Aggramar, there may be many daggers from the darkness. Stabbing our bodies... He is trying to squeeze the last bit of use out of you and me, and after we lose our use, he will kill us without hesitation!

For the current plan, the most important thing is to contact the mentor as quickly as possible. With the power of the two of us in Azeroth, it is difficult for us to get Aggramar without alarming the group of Nathrezim. In this case, we have to find a way to help the mentor solve the threat of this group of dread demon kings while protecting ourselves.

If we can't go back by ourselves... why don't we let the fraudster... come over? Anyway, doesn't he really want to destroy this world with his own hands?

Hmm! What a good idea, my wise sister... let's do it!

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The Eredar twins were thinking about self-protection and counterattack along the way, but until they actually reached the entrance to the abyss of Hell, the ruins of a black city that was already dilapidated and covered with a cold dying breath, they It was only then that they suddenly realized that they had overlooked a very important point.

That's how hard it is to get the Aegis of Aggramar itself!

Especially when they saw the liaison ambassador of the Burning Legion stationed in the abyss of Hell...

How did you make yourself like this?

The purple-skinned Queen Saloras looked in surprise at the Dreadlord who appeared in front of them in a flutter of bats, Mephistroth, the third lord of Nathrezim who is still loyal to the fraudster, this one has a beautiful blue Demon wings, the dreadlord in blue ornate armor, has become a different person compared to what he used to be.

Its body was too emaciated, like a young man who had been chronically malnourished.

There was only one of the originally beautiful demon horns on the top of its head, and the other one seemed to have been abruptly interrupted in a fierce battle.

Its blue Nathrezim lord armor looked fine from a distance, but after getting closer, it was not difficult to find that there were traces of swords all over the armor, just like the armor worn by gladiators.

And the worst thing is that there are several hideous claw marks on the cheeks of Mephistos, the dreaded demon king, which seriously damaged the image of Mephistos, but the dreaded demon king is a creature of spirit and body. In the traditional sense of the difference between body and soul, the wounds on Mephistos' body cannot heal, which means that there are wounds on its soul.

And when he saw the Eredar twins, a light flashed in Mephistroth's muddy eyes. This supposedly vicious and terrifying dreadlord seemed to have been abused for a long time, and when he saw the relatives who came to rescue him Same, it moved its mouth a few times, and said dryly:

You...how did you come here!

I've sent Argus dozens of pleas for help...how did you come here! I thought, I thought the Trickster had given up on me...he was going to leave me to die in the hell of Azeroth Self-destruction.

Seeing the miserable appearance of Mephistos, the once high-spirited third lord of Nathrezim, the high-ranking warlock Oresis frowned and asked:

A message for help? What message for help? We didn't receive it at all! Also, we went to see Kassanatier, and he said that you have been in charge of retrieving the Aegis of Aggramar... Didn't the legion already contact Hela? Was there a deal? How did you...become like this?

When he heard the name Hella, Mephistros, the demon who specially brought fear to others, trembled in fright. He looked at the Eredar twins, and screamed with his head in his arms:

No! No! Don't mention that crazy woman's name here! She is crazy! She is completely sadistic! She threw me into the arena of hell and made me fight with her crazy dog! She drew my The soul has come to torture me for fun! She still...she still...ah! Ahhh!

Mephistos seemed to recall some unbearable memories. It screamed and took a few steps back. This nervous look frightened the Eredar twins. After more than ten seconds, the Dreadlord calmed down again. It was suspicious looked around, and said to the eredar twins:

Are you here to take my place? Great! Great...I'm leaving! I'm leaving this goddamn world! Yes, I don't want to be here for a minute longer! Yes.. I leave this place to you, and I'm leaving! Goodbye! I'm going to a bloody backcountry, yes! No one will ever find me again! Let me go, please, let me go!

Calm down! Damn it! Calm down!

Aureses threw a spell and hit Mephistos on the body, forcing the somewhat nervous dreadlord to calm down. Queen Saloras took a step forward. She stared at Mephistos' eyes, and she scolded:

You are a high-ranking commander of the Legion! What does this look like! Give me some dignity! You bastard! Now, tell me the truth! What happened to Azeroth? Why are you the only one here? Anarse Where is Long? I haven't seen it in Suramar City! So, where is it?

Anceron...

This name made Mephistroth's eyes flash with fear. It looked at the Eredar twins, and said tremblingly:

You guys, you've seen Casanatiel, haven't you?

Um!

Queen Saroras nodded, she was waiting for Mephistos' explanation, the relationship between the Dreadlords of the Broken Isles made her feel very weird, especially after seeing Mephistos who was doing miserably now. This strange feeling is getting stronger and stronger, she and her sister urgently need to know the truth.

Then did you see the skull cane in Casanatiel's hand?

Mephistos lowered his head, and the dreadlord's body began to tremble again, and he said tremblingly:

The cane was made of Anaceron's skull and spine... Cassanatil, he removed Anaceron's bones in front of me, and I can still hear its sharp Shout, oh my, oh my! That's the devil of demons, you've been tricked by his disguise! That's not the original Cassanatil! Believe me, under the Nathrezim's shell, There's a monster hiding! A real monster!

This is impossible!

Mephistroth's words made the Eredar twins scream at the same time, and Oresis stared at the nonsense Dreadlord in front of her, and she scolded:

You are deceiving us! Nathrezim cannot kill each other, this is the shackles in your soul and flesh, and it is the bottom line of all your dark tricks! You are lying! You bastard!

I didn't lie to you!

Mephistroth seemed to grow manic again, screaming:

Kasanatier is crazy. I have seen him talking to himself in the dark more than once. He is talking to himself! Do you understand? He is crazy! Not only him, but also other dreadlords They are all crazy! Tichondrius! Balnazar! They are all crazy! That kind of madness is like a virus, infecting everyone, making them break through the shackles of flesh and soul!

They murdered Deseroc with a conspiracy! Maybe Malganis' death is also inseparable from them! There is also Bain Heller, who has no bones left! They are still sober after one murder after another. Srezim, they conspired with the mortals of Azeroth, sent Anaceron into a trap, and made ornaments out of its bones! Every one of them had blood on their hands! Everyone! They were mad ! I'm sober, I'm the only one sober!

The crazy third lord tightly grabbed Queen Saloras's wrist, and it screamed like a paranoid and neurotic:

So I hid in hell in the abyss of Hell in the name of a mission! They dare not come here! They may be afraid of Hela, or Hela may see through their disguise! Yes...it's safe here ! This is the only safe place in Azeroth, hide here! Hide here, don't go out! Hela will only torture your soul and body, but those bastards, they will kill you!

They're going to kill you! Hahahaha, they're going to kill everyone! You and me... and Kil'jaeden, yes! Kil'jaeden, that bastard, that bastard, let me go to hell... Damn him! Everyone deserves to die! Hahahaha, the Maharaja of Death has waved the battle flag, his undefeated army is gathering in hell, everyone will die! Everyone he sees will die!

Mephistos' eyes widened to the limit at this moment, and it looked at the Eredar twins in front of it with unwavering eyes, and it let out a scream like a rooster whose neck was cut off:

He, saw you! Hahaha, he is hiding in my soul, he is talking to me, he is through my eyes! Saw you! You will die too! You two, will die too! Haha Ha ha!

The weird sharp sound made the twins feel very uncomfortable. Queen Saloras waved her finger, and the thick shadow gathered behind Mephistos into a war hammer, and slammed it hard on the back of the crazy fear demon king's head, smashing it Falling to the ground, Olysses knelt down and touched Mephistos' forehead with her fingers. After a while, she shook her head to her sister:

Its soul is like being cut open by scissors, then re-stitched, and then repeating this process a dozen times. Obviously, someone is deliberately torturing it in this way. This poor guy has already gone crazy...

It's terrible.

Queen Saloras shook her head, and she said to the fel lord guarding behind her:

Send this guy back to Marton, and the people looking for us will transfer it to the fel energy rift. It has served the fraudsters for so long, and it should have a decent ending...Also, tell Agatha, If it can't recover in the end, throw it into the soul crucible, and it's time to change the soul core of that thing.

The expressionless fel lord accepted the order, stepped forward and easily carried the unconscious Mephistos on his shoulders, then turned and left without saying a word. After doing all this, Queen Saloras stood facing her My sister next to me said:

Mephistos has been hiding in the abyss of hell, and the injury to its soul is definitely related to Hela. It seems that the queen of hell is not an easy character to deal with. She lacks awe of the power of the legion... The so-called agreement before may be just a joke, and the crazy words of the madman cannot be fully believed. Now it seems that we have to replace the group of Nathrezim to preside over the recovery of the Aegis of Aggramar ...

No, sister.

Aureses looked at the dreadlord who was being carried by the fel lord on his shoulders, a trace of doubt flashed in her burning eyes like flames:

What if... I mean, what if what the crazy Mephistroth says is true? What if those nathrezim really, for some reason we don't know, have become abnormal ?”

Azeroth... the truth of this world is really mysterious.