Azeroth’s Death Track

It's a dimly lit hall in an unknown place.

There are many weird murals engraved on the walls around this hall, most of which describe the stories passed down by the warlocks, and some of them are carved with complicated magic patterns. The magic pattern can provide this hall with various abilities.

Such as silence, such as energy protection, or when necessary, simply form a powerful confinement force, turning this hall into a testing ground for evil energy.

And in the corner of the dark hall, there is a row of strange jars, in which some unique demon specimens are sealed with warlock magic, and there are also some disgusting things, such as the devil's heart, lungs or simply bone marrow filled with evil energy .

At first glance, it looks like an evil laboratory for mad warlocks.

This is indeed a gathering place for warlock groups, and in the development of recent months, it has become more and more a sign of becoming a sacred place for Azeroth warlocks.

The Black Sickle Council, an organization that was established less than half a year ago, is extremely full of vitality that other organizations do not have. The vast amount of knowledge stored here is famous in the dark world, and it has attracted many lunatics who are desperate for power to come to worship, And only the best of them are eligible to become peripheral members of the Black Sickle Council.

Few people know who the leader of the Black Scythe Council is, and most of the time, the daily operations of the Black Scythe Council are maintained by several warlock lords. The hero of the mouse-like warlock class.

And now, the Black Sickle Council has once again started internal discussions... endless debates, rebuttals and intrigues, and the smell of conspiracy fills this hall, but believe me, this is just the most insignificant daily life of the evil warlocks.

I think that's a bad idea.

The dwarf warlock Wilfred grabbed his precious magic seal. The white-haired dwarf frowned, flipped through the classics at hand, and said to the others:

It's a very, very bad idea. I don't intend to help those humans fight centaurs. When I was at my worst, humans didn't help me. Those annoying human children even threw mud at me. Tch, Stupid creature.

The children threw mud at you because you summoned little ghosts to scare them, and those humans didn't want to help you because you were a shameful third-rate thief before you became a warlock! There is still a rumor in the whole night town that you were killed by hounds for stealing things. Chasing embarrassing things all night.

The low voice interrupted the dwarf's complaints, and he indifferently revealed the dwarf's unbearable past.

I've been thinking about what kind of evil bastard would lure a 14-year-old kid into studying warlock magic with you. Didn't you know at that time that studying warlock magic was a taboo? Don't you know, let Will a child's life be ruined if he gets poisoned by a warlock? You vicious bastard!

Hearing the ridicule of this voice, the dwarf waved his hand indifferently, and a hint of cunning and malice flashed in his small eyes:

Of course I know that's taboo, my brother Kanrethad, believe me, I know that taboo better than anyone, but the reason why I invited you to study warlock spells with me I still remember well ...because you little bastard let the dog bite me! Just for two loaves of bread! You bastard!

So in Dalaran, I should have thrown you out to feed the undead!

A fierce light flashed in the eyes of the human warlock Kanrethad. The grievances between him and the dwarf Wilfred could not be clarified after two days and two nights. Although the two always quarreled, in fact, they The friendship in the game is good, well, I mean, they will think about it for a few minutes before betraying each other... You know, for a warlock, this kind of behavior is completely indicative of the friendship between the two .

Noisy! How annoying!

The third person who opened his mouth was a tall orc. He was wearing a brimstone-colored robe and was carrying a burning bone staff. Around his neck were circles of burning real flames, which were not purely decorative. ..The origin of the orc warlock Retson and his flame head can be described as the best-selling fantasy story in the warlock world of Azeroth.

But not every warlock is as lucky as Retson. After summoning the evil-veined demon that far exceeds his own strength, he can still leave a dog's life... To be precise, if it wasn't for that night, the black sickle If the lord Kel'Thuzad accidentally lost sleep because he missed his kitten, Retson might be able to meet the other members of the Black Sickle Council in another form.

However, the orc warlock's flame head brought him more than just ridicule from his peers. This kind of mutated fel energy flame from the twisting void attached to his body, bringing him unimaginable effects of fel energy. Affinity also made this orc warlock with ordinary talent, so he entered the ranks of master warlocks in one fell swoop.

In other words, this horrible scar is a terrible gift.

We will do whatever the boss tells us to do, we don't need you to pick and choose!

Probably because he was rescued once by Kel'Thuzad, the orc Letson seemed very loyal. He touched the bone staff in his hand to the ground, and while the flames were burning on his neck, he stared fiercely and muttered something Dwarf, he said in a low voice:

Don't forget who saved us from the siege of demons and death!

So what I'm more curious about is, where did the boss go?

The last one to make a sound was a charming woman who looked like an outstanding high elf. Her name was Sinfiel, and she was a notorious warlock in her hometown. Like everyone else, after wandering for several years, she finally In the organization created by Kel'Thuzad, he found the feeling of home.

It is worth mentioning that a few months ago, when Xin Feier broke out from the siege of demons with Kel'Thuzad and his party, she was disfigured due to the overload of magic power, but now, she has once again restored her once coquettish and beautiful face. It even became prettier and more alluring.

However, there are also private rumors that it was because the crazy Sinfiel tore up the soul of a high-level succubus and mixed it into his own soul, which restored her beauty, but for warlocks, this kind of cruel Behavior is far from wrong or crazy.

The boss asked us to help humans, but he ran to the side to be an audience. This is really uncomfortable.

While expressing his dissatisfaction in a pretentious voice, Xin Feier walked up and down beside the crowd, the tulle-like skirt was swaying, and the scenery at the bottom of the skirt made the dwarf who was reading the magic book a little bit out of his mind.

Speaking of which, Brother Kanresad, why has your lovely little sister disappeared recently?

Sinfiel put his arm on the shoulder of the human warlock pretending to be familiar. This ambiguous action made Kanrethad frowned, and then quietly pulled his shoulder out from under the high elf's fingers. Then he patted the non-existent dust on his shoulder, and then said slowly:

Althea is free. She is also a member of the Black Sickle Council. The boss has given her a new mission. She is just performing the mission just like us.

Aha, don't use this as a lie!

Wilfred, the dwarf warlock with a big mouth, screamed:

Your surname is Aeblock, Althea must have gone to Kalimdor to find your dead father, I heard that the Duke of Aeblock now rules a country, maybe that is the way the boss found for us ...Going to be the Grand Duke's henchman! Tsk tsk, it really is a bright future.

The dwarf's heartless yelling and taunting made the faces of other warlocks a little ugly. The profession of warlocks is shady in the human empire. They never expected to appear in the sun openly, but if Kel'Thuzad promised them If the beautiful future he wants is to become a slave as Wilfred said, then these proud warlocks will definitely not be willing to accept it.

Shut up!

Kanrethad's expression is also a little ugly. The relationship between him and his father, the Duke of Ambrock, has never been very good. Otherwise, it would be impossible to follow Wilfred, a dwarf warlock who was very down at the time, at the age of 14. De ran away from home.

But the fetters of blood relationship cannot be avoided by anyone with feelings. When he thinks of meeting his old father, Master Warlock's face also turns ugly.

While these people were arguing and cursing, the door of the dim hall was suddenly pushed open, and a ray of light shone into the dim hall, and a thin figure with a black staff appeared in the light. Down.

Seeing the real master of the Black Sickle Council, the great warlock Kel'Thuzad appear, all the quarrels stopped at this moment, and Kel'Thuzad, who walked into the hall, looked at the dimness in the hall with some disgust. He was a little rude. scolded:

Stupid guy! How many times have I told you...don't live like a sewer rat, your whispers and humble gestures in the dark make me sick!

Go, open the window! Let the sun shine in!

The will of the great warlock was carried out immediately. In less than 2 minutes, the 8 giant glass doors above the hall were pushed open, and the warm and bright sunlight penetrated through the magically treated glass and sprinkled into the hall, making the original evil The warlock's laboratory has also become grand, just like the bright halls of spellcasters in Dalaran.

And Kel'Thuzad walked quickly to his seat at the edge of the hall, and he tapped the black, powerful and breathtaking Sargeras Scepter on the ground, focusing the attention of all members of the Black Sickle Council on On him, Kel'Thuzad coughed lightly:

Today, we welcome new members of the council... They are rare talents that I discovered during my travel on the Eastern Continent. Just like you bastards, they are the most qualified and perfect warlocks...

While speaking, three figures appeared on the edge of the hall filled with sunlight. It was a silent and tall werewolf in a black-striped robe with a mane all over his body, and a pockmarked mane with messy hair and a pair of evil eyes. The dwarf, and the last good-looking, but very dead... undead.

Xin Ning, a former field mage from Dragonbone Harbor, when I was still an archmage, I saw the official Gilneas arrest warrant for him, he is a very talented warlock who specializes in destruction spells, a werewolf His bloodline gave him a stronger shadow affinity, and his future is extremely bright.

During Kel'Thuzad's introduction, the werewolf warlock quietly nodded to the four people in front of him. His beast-like pupils were full of scrutiny and suspicion.

Zel Farax, a dwarf who was unfortunately infected with leprosy, but believe me, this short friend has an unparalleled talent in pain spells, and he is also willing to contribute his strength to the Black Sickle Council.

As soon as the great warlock finished speaking, the dwarf warlock named Zel'Falax stared at his compatriots with strange expressions. He screamed in that obscure voice:

Yo, Wilfred, why don't you smile at me? You deserted bastard! I crawled out of hell to 'play' with you!

It's not my fault!

Wilfred immediately blew his beard and stared and retorted:

It was you who insisted on returning to Gnomeregan. It was entirely your choice that you became this ghost. You bastard, I am very happy... You can really come back from that hell alive, although , you have become a lunatic.

Hehe, let's talk about our business later.

The pockmarked crazy dwarf let out a series of sharp laughter, making the other warlocks feel uncomfortable, but Kel'Thuzad did not show any dissatisfaction, and he ignored the dispute between the two little men, but turned his attention to The last silent necromancer woman.

Eubika, a special friend, I found her in the ruins of Lordaeron, she is a rare, naturally resuscitated undead, her will is completely free, everyone, don't worry about her and the man I can fully guarantee that the feared Lord Darkblade is involved, of course, Ubeka’s talent in demonic spells is even stronger than that of Kanrethad, all she needs is time.”

As he spoke, the great warlock set his sights on Kanrethad:

Then, you will be Yubeka's mentor, Senator Kanrethad, do you have any comments?

No, I'd love to see our organization go from strength to strength.

The black-haired human warlock shrugged his shoulders. This attitude satisfied Kel'Thuzad. After introducing the new members, the great warlock held his staff in both hands, and his cold gaze mixed with a trace of fel energy swept across his eyes After a few seconds of silence among the crowd, he said:

Now then, let's talk about the issue you were arguing about before.

About, why we should take the initiative to help the Human Empire...and, I promise you...a bright future!