Azeroth’s Death Track

Using dark wisdom to confuse a lunatic to death is somewhat unworthy.

But that is the moral standard of normal people, so naturally it cannot be applied to warlocks. In fact, this group of spellcasters who play with evil energy has no so-called moral standard at all.

The Dreadscar Rift does not have night and day in the traditional sense. The demons used their own means to build a sky filled with evil energy on this broken earth, allowing this land exposed to the stars to maintain a high concentration of Fel energy, ordinary people can't live here even for an hour, but for warlocks, this place is like heaven.

The Worm Whisperer Karidus just took a bath and changed his clothes. The rags he wrapped around his body were not clothes at all. , fell asleep in a warm and comfortable state for the first time, without worrying about being woken up by terrible hunger, or being suddenly beaten up.

Because it has friends... a group of new friends who are very powerful and willing to vent their anger on it!

There is a contented, silly smile on this ugly guy's face, it seems that all the demands in life have been satisfied, and the satisfied smile is so full that the face does not look so hideous .

Callidus fell asleep, and he didn't think too much, but his new friends couldn't just fall asleep like this. They came with a mission. If the mission cannot be completed, act according to Kel'Thuzad Means, they will never sleep for the rest of their lives.

Because of the appearance of the lunatic worm whisperer, the originally set attack plan was naturally listed as the second choice, but now the four warlocks are worried about whether the worm whisperer, Caridus, can accomplish what they need it to do matter.

I don't doubt that Worm Whisperer's determination. Its past cannot be faked. If it is abused like that, no matter how cowardly the soul is, it will fight back. Not to mention, it still has the blood of demons flowing in its body.

The human warlock Kanrethad played with his one-handed sword that exuded dark light. It was a priceless spellcasting weapon, and it was a reward for his loyalty from the great warlock. The black-haired warlock took a look and fell asleep Zhengxiang's insect whisperer, he said with a gloomy face:

I just simply doubt the ability of Caridus, it is weaker than the average worm whisperer, any demon can press it on the ground and rub it, and it is purely mental, but its intelligence is nothing The problem, it's hard to tell when it turned its head and realized we were actually sending it to its death, and that wouldn't be great.

So we need stronger controls.

There was a glint of light in the beautiful eyes of the sinister high elf warlock Sinfiel. She threw a rune soul crystal used for bondage, contract and slavery on the temporary table. The green crystal danced strangely. The light, the other three people at the table, all know the meaning of Xin Feier.

But knowing that doesn't mean they will follow Xin Feier's thinking.

You want one of us to enslave Calidus?

Ubeka glanced at Simfil, who shook his head:

It's not enslavement! Karidus's mental state is very disordered, and the spell of enslaving the devil is ineffective for it, and it is a worm whisperer. Even if it is enslaved, it can untie it by itself, so we must use a deeper and more Effective means... contract!

Turn this Worm Whisperer into someone's contract demon, with a real soul connection, so you don't have to worry about it doing bad things.

Xin Feier's suggestion silenced the three warlocks.

Enslaving demons and contracting demons sound similar, but they are in completely different ways.

To enslave a demon is to forcibly turn the demon into his own soldier. Regardless of whether the demon is alive or dead, the warlock will not be affected, but relatively speaking, the demon in the enslaved state has no loyalty at all. As long as the enslavement spell is destroyed, those demons He will immediately draw a knife and slash at the warlock himself.

But contracts are different.

The contract demon is that the warlock binds the souls of himself and the devil together to form a symbiotic state. Because the souls of each other are connected, the devil hurting the warlock is equivalent to hurting himself. In this state, the warlock and the demon share power together, Growing up, the loyalty of both parties is very high. Demons will often die in battle to protect the warlock, but demons will not really die in this world, so after a period of time, they can be summoned again.

But there is also a problem with the contract. The number of contract demons that a warlock's soul can carry is limited. Even Kel'Thuzad, who is extremely talented, cannot have unlimited contract demons. A contract position is very important, only the most talented and rare demons will be contracted by high-level warlocks.

The current proposal of Simfield seems to be for the smooth progress of the mission, but in fact, it is also a vicious strategy used by this vicious high elf to attack his companions. After all, the resources in the Black Sickle Council are also limited, and the others are weaker. The benefits she can share are more.

Warlocks, they are just such a group of guys who like to fight among themselves.

Xin Feier's vicious thoughts were seen through by the other three at a glance. The werewolf Xin Ning said gloomyly:

Do you think we are so stupid? Who can you hide from your little thoughts? People like you are really disgusting! Xin Feier, no wonder Kel'Thuzad hates you.

Each, each other.

Xin Feier didn't care about the gazes of other companions at all, she didn't care, and said almost shamelessly:

Everyone here knows the risk, but we have to do it, and only a soul-linked contract can fully guarantee that Kalidus will not turn back halfway, so let's skip the meaningless buck-passing process and go straight to Let’s get to the point, who will take on this heavy mission?”

Who can afford the risk of mission failure?

Under the dim light of the devil's cave, the four warlocks looked at each other, and finally the other three turned their attention to Simfiel, but the cunning high elf covered his mouth and laughed softly:

Sorry, I won't participate in your lottery ceremony... Don't forget, I picked up Kalidus! I have made enough contributions to this mission, and now it's up to you.

As soon as Xin Feier's voice fell, the werewolf warlock slapped two shining crystals on the table, and he said in a deep guttural voice unique to werewolves:

The souls of two high-ranking evil-veined Great Balrog juveniles! This is the price I paid, and now I withdraw from this choice! Whoever wins the lottery will be compensated for this thing!

He looked at Undead Warlock Ubeka and Human Warlock Kanrethad, and he let out a strange laugh:

Now, you master and apprentice decide for yourself.

After finishing speaking, the werewolf warlock stood aside and became the second melon eater, while Kanresad and Ubeka looked into each other's eyes.

When Ubeka, who had just become an undead, was brought back to the Black Sickle Council by Kel'Thuzad because of his amazing talent, the great warlock appointed Kanrethad to be Ubeka's mentor, and Kanrethad's order for the great warlock There is not much conflict, and the two get along pretty well, but a good relationship is a good relationship. The current situation that concerns the future has no room for them to be emotional.

However, what the werewolf Xinning did gave Kanresad hope... Although Ubeka's strength has improved rapidly, she has become a warlock for a relatively short time, and she does not have any valuable things in her hands. Kanrethad has some good stuff in his hands, and as a mentor, Kanrethad knows very well what Yubeka needs most now.

After a few seconds of confrontation, the human warlock took out a beautifully decorated tome from his storage ring with a painful expression on his face. It was made of the skin of some kind of beast, and the metal frame was engraved with the words The complex and cumbersome magic lines, on the cover of the book, there is also a constantly moving eyeball of a high-level beholder, which looks extremely evil.

This is what I intended to keep to myself...

Kanrethad stroked the cover of the book, and he said to Yubeka:

Every warlock should have his own copy of the magic book, which is a further foundation, my disciple, I will give it to you now...you are welcome, just accept it.

Looking at the blank grimoire in Kanrethad's hand, the necromancer Ubeka's eyes flashed with longing, but then came a touch of resentment.

She knows how precious the Grimoire of Kanrethad is. It is all kinds of precious materials that she can't gather in a short period of time because she is so shy, and it is indeed what she needs most. With the help of the Grimoire, She will soon be promoted to the ranks of true master warlocks.

Selling out the future for immediate benefit is shortsighted, but in fact, if you can't even guarantee the present, you don't have the qualifications to talk about the future at all.

This is the truth that a qualified warlock must understand!

The future is too far away, focus on the present!

Therefore, after weighing it for a while, Ubeka took the grimoire from Kanrethad's hand with a gloomy face, and she gritted her teeth and said:

Put down your hypocritical expression, it really makes me feel sick, okay, okay, I will contract Kalidus, but remember! Kanrethad, Xinning and Simfer... You all owe me one!

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This coordinate seems to be a little bit different from what I gave you.

On the bridge of the Fel Hammer spaceship, the demon hunter Illidan sensed the coordinates entered by the great warlock in the Fel Stargate prototype, and he asked with some doubts:

Why not use the original phase coordinates? Can't you trust me?

It's not that I can't believe it, Brother Illidan.

The great warlock input the obscure phase coordinates into the prototype machine, and then inserted the scepter of destruction specialized in tearing space into the depression of the prototype machine. With a low buzzing sound, this machine can tear space and send warriors into the stars The machine started running.

In the flash of the dark green light that bloomed, Kel'Thuzad said softly:

I have only slightly improved the coordinates you brought to make it more precise. This coordinate will send your spaceship to the edge of the Dreadscar Rift. My warlocks tell me that there is a desolate valley, where Landing can reduce the probability of being noticed by demons.

And compared to this machine, I think what you should worry about now is your recruits... They really look good at killing demons, but the problem is, they have never fought in the stars .”

Don't worry about my hunter!

Illidan retorted:

They killed more demons than you have ever seen. Besides, my demon hunters have no experience, do your dark reapers have experience? You are not creatures crawling on the ground... you are the same Never entered the stars!

Tsk tsk, you are really ruthless when you speak.

The great warlock snorted. He turned his head and looked at the nearly a thousand Dark Reapers standing on the bridge of the Fel Hammer at this time. The orders were assembled, and their composition was extremely complex, including almost any race that currently exists in the world of Azeroth.

Even quilboar warlocks have...

The short dwarf and the tall tauren stand together very incongruously, and the chubby pandaren and the slender nightborne elves stand together also very incongruously. Although they wear uniform black robes, they look like a group The miscellaneous army, the shadowy cunning attached to the warlock profession makes these guys have no warrior posture, but Kel'Thuzad believes that this battle... the upcoming Star Wars will determine who can stay, and those people, Should be eliminated.

War is like a whetstone. It is the best way to detect weapons. If you survive it, it will become sharper. If you fail to survive it, the end will be very, very miserable.

And beside the Dark Harvesters, stood an even larger army of Demon Hunters.

Illidan is a real action faction. Once he decides to participate in the warlock war, he will go all out. At present, almost all the recruits in the Mount Hyjal training camp are here. Compared with the motley army of the Black Sickle Council, The military appearance of the demon hunters is much more neat.

They are all elves. Although there are night elves, high elves, nightfallen elves, Syndra elves and other branches, they are all about the same height, short, fat and thin, and they all wear combat leather armor with black or red cloth strips to cover Eyes, carrying a moonblade-like war blade, no one speaks, cruel and efficient training, adding a hint of fierceness to these demon hunters.

This is an army that only exists to destroy demons! The most terrifying Legion!

But Illidan's inner thoughts are similar to those of Kel'Thuzad...

Whether a soldier is good or not, apart from the tests brought about by war, all other judgments are unreasonable.

The upcoming Dreadscar Fissure War will temper Illidan's Illidari into sharper and deadly steel knives for Illidan, and those weak will be quickly washed away by the cruel war and become victims of the rise of the Illidari. ..

For victory, this sacrifice is necessary!

be prepared!

Amidst the screams of the dwarf warlock, a dark green beam of light quickly spewed out from the energy emission port of the prototype machine, and then, like a dazzling light curtain, completely enveloped the Fel Hammer, which had barely recovered its flight function.

The dark warriors of Azeroth are already standing in front of the gate of the new world, they only need to touch lightly, a new world, a new battlefield for them to gallop, will burst open before their eyes...

Pray for these fighters!