"I don't know. I plan to ask the other party how to deal with the Emerald Dream first. But fortunately, judging from Nozdormu's tone, Lord Soth is not a destroyer or destroyer." Ysera replied with the same wry smile.

road.

"I hope so."

Alexstrasza hugged her good sister, and then they flew into the air together in two completely different directions.

Suddenly, the originally bustling Longmian Temple became deserted again.

Apart from Northrend's biting sea breeze, there are only a few guard dragons and draconians left.

…

At the same time, far away on the throne of Northrend Icecrown Glacier.

Gramir quietly escaped the surveillance of the Dreadlords and walked elegantly to the huge ice block used to imprison the Lich King. He looked at the imprisoned soul in the ice block with great interest, as well as what was used to imprison the Lich King.

The Helm of Dominance, which amplified the spiritual power, took more than ten seconds before asking: "Are you Ner'zhul? The culprit who caused the orcs to fall into the trap of the Burning Legion?"

"Yes, I am. Nice to meet you, the messenger of the great Lord Soth."

Ner'zhul's tone seemed very humble and full of flattery.

After reaching an agreement in private, Zuo Si asked someone to open a hole and let Arthas, Kel'Thuzad and the others go.

In exchange, from now on the Lich King becomes a vassal and servant of the Demon Legion.

Of course, all this is done in secret and is not known to the outside world.

What's more interesting is that after fighting out, the Scourge Legion led by Arthas happened to encounter the orc army led by Thrall, and the two sides fought again on the outskirts of Mount Hyjal.

It wasn't until Thrall realized that fighting these undead that his blood orcs couldn't absorb the vitality of the blood, then he unwillingly made way for the undead to pass.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! There is no way, the number of orcs is really small now, and they cannot afford too many casualties.

"Can you harness the power of the soul and heart through death? Your current state is indeed very interesting. According to the Lord, this is of great research value."

While speaking, Gramir raised his hand and cast a summoning spell.

In a blink of an eye!

More than ten teams composed of powerful spellcasters such as pit fiends, scorpions, and lichs appeared out of thin air.

I saw them casting various detection spells on the entire Frozen Throne at extremely fast speeds, clearing out all the traps, monitoring runes, and magic eyes around it.

Immediately after, he took out more than twenty kinds of research instruments from the box he carried with him, and surrounded the ice blocks that sealed the Lich King.

After a while, one of the Pit Fiends began to punch holes in the ice.

Ner'zhul had never seen such a battle before, and he immediately asked nervously: "He... what are they doing?"

"Relax, they are just conducting a comprehensive inspection on you according to the owner's requirements.

Especially that helmet of domination.

I believe you don’t want to be controlled by others all the time, right?

And we can save your soul."

Gramir licked her seductive red lips and comforted her with a smile.

Obviously, unlike the Burning Legion monitoring the Lich King through the Dread Lord, she came here this time to directly hold Ner'zhul firmly in her hands, so that he would no longer be able to make any small moves behind his back, and could only do it for

Zuosi's planning services.

If anyone dares to be careful, his soul will be dragged into the torture chamber of hell and squeezed into energy within minutes, and then his body will be thrown into the incubation pit to see what kind of devil he can transform into.

"But what about those Dreadlords? If there are chips or cracks in the ice, they will find it soon."

Ner'zhul's tone was filled with tension and anxiety.

After all, the Burning Legion is still on Mount Hyjal and is constantly consuming each other with Zuo Si's army, so the Dreadlords still stay in Northrend to monitor him and have not gone to the Eastern Continent to pick up the remaining defeated troops.

In addition, Arthas and Kel'Thuzad had not yet returned, so the Lich King had no ability to resist.

"Don't worry, we will deal with those Dreadlords."

Gramir took no time to give Ner'zhul a reassurance, and ordered his men to start building a two-way portal to ensure that troops could be continuously mobilized from other places at any time, and then completely occupy the Frozen Throne and let the Lich King

Surrender to the devil's army.

Seeing this posture, Ner'zhul immediately understood that these guys in front of him were different from the Burning Legion and would not give him any chance to make small moves, and his heart suddenly sank into the valley.

But the problem is that he doesn't have any good solution.

The only thing he could do now was to obey and wait, at least until Arthas returned to Northrend.

On the other side, in various kingdoms on the eastern continent, priests who believe in Zuo Si have begun to preach about the world after death under his instruction, which is the scene of the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth level of Baator Hell.

Through the power of divine magic, thousands of believers have seen this world with highly developed technology and magic, as well as the luxurious and desirable life.

As we all know, all successful religions have one thing in common, that is, they give clear promises after death and describe the whereabouts of the soul after death.

For example, some religions emphasize that people with devout beliefs can go to heaven to enjoy eternal life and a beautiful life after death, while those who do not believe in religion must go to hell to endure eternal torture.

For another example, some religions emphasize that human souls can be reincarnated. Those slaves who endure and do not resist throughout their lives can be reincarnated as nobles in their next life. Otherwise, they will be reduced to livestock.

Therefore, in order to expand his influence and test the reaction of the Shadow Realm, Zuo Si began to blatantly snatch the souls of mortals in Azeroth.

Anyone who voluntarily believes in him is equivalent to signing a contract with Baator Hell. After death, their souls will go to the huge cyberpunk city and become citizens.

So in just a few weeks, the Church of the God of Contract completely defeated the Holy Light faith.

After all, the Holy Light Church cannot give clear promises after death, and it is not even clear where the soul will go after death.

On the contrary, the huge cyberpunk city can be displayed through low-level magic, allowing them to experience the colorful neon lights, various exciting performances and competitions, as well as countless fine wines, food and entertainment venues.

All this is too tempting for the common people living at the bottom of society.

After all, it would be nice to be able to enjoy things after death that you cannot enjoy while alive.

What's more, Zuo Si's teachings are originally quite simple and not difficult to follow. There are not so many rules and precepts at all, and they are simply in line with the needs of ordinary people.

Even the capital of the Kingdom of Stormwind in the south has a large number of believers.

While watching people in taverns, squares, streets and shops intensely discussing plans after death, Medivh, who was disguised so as not to reveal his identity, couldn't help but shook his head and sighed in a low voice: "The changes in this world are really great.

I can’t imagine that people nowadays don’t have the slightest fear of death, but instead look forward to its coming.”

"You think it's ridiculous?"

Zuo Si picked up the cup and took a sip of refreshing apple juice.

"Is not it?"

Medivh raised his head and asked.

Zuo Si smiled and replied: "No, of course not.

This can only explain one problem, that is, people's lives are too miserable.

It's so painful that they think their lives will be many times better after death than they are now.

Far from being absurd, this is a satire of the real world.

What's more, all the gifts given by fate have been secretly marked with a price.

Guess what it will cost to have such a life of luxury after death?"

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This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Medivh seemed to understand something, with a thoughtful look on his face, he raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, then burped and joked

: "So your target is the souls of these mortals? They are also making you stronger while enjoying this beautiful life after death."

"That's right. As I have mentioned repeatedly before, the essence of all faith in this world is transaction. If a mortal wants to get something from God, he must first be prepared to pay the corresponding price."

After saying that, Zuo Sichong waved to the busy maid, indicating that his cup was empty.

Obviously, he didn't tell anyone in this world that the huge cyberpunk city was actually a terrifying maw that corrupted and devoured all souls that came here from the outside.

Once they degenerate to a certain level, the soul exuding black aura will be sent to the torture chamber to squeeze out energy.

And Zuo Si was not worried at all that this illusion would be exposed.

Because those who enter the ninth level of Baator Hell after death have no chance to come back, and living people who have never been there can only learn about the prosperity and wealth of this huge city from the priests.

"Well, maybe you are right. At least people are no longer afraid of death, but are looking forward to this day. By the way, I heard that some of your men occupied the Sunwell and also had an affair with the envoys of the Blue Dragon Legion.

Conflict?"

Medivh suddenly changed the subject, with a hint of worry in his tone.

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes. Anyway, the Sunwell has been polluted by Kel'Thuzad when he transformed the lich, so I took some waste and reused it. I believe you won't mind. As for the blue dragon, as far as I know

I know your relationship with them isn’t very good, right?”

"Haha, you guessed it right."

Medivh put down his glass and showed a self-deprecating expression.

When he was controlled by Sargeras, he personally killed a blue dragon named "Arkanagos" in a spell duel, and even threw the opponent's burned bones on the roof of Karazhan.

It's strange that this relationship can be good.
To be continued...