Just a few seconds passed, and the Abyss Lord and Dread Lord in the teleportation channel crossed the endless universe and arrived at the exit at this end.

The Abyss Lord first retracted his flesh wings, tried his best to shrink his body, and "drilled" out from inside. His size was so huge that the nearby Eredar mage had to step back quickly to make room for him.

Boom, boom, boom...

Four thick legs stepped on the ground, and dull loud noises were heard one after another, causing the entire underground space to tremble slightly. He stood in front of the portal and looked around with contempt, his eyes only stopping at Harveys.

It was as if all the creatures here were nothing more than pitiful bugs to him that could be easily crushed.

Compared to the opponent's size, the upper elf was indeed no different from an insect. Everyone was trembling under the abyss lord's glance.

Including Harveys, even though he had already seen the terrifying scene of the Twisting Void during his communication with Master Sargeras, he still couldn't suppress the fear rising from the bottom of his heart.

He has never seen such a terrifying monster.

This demon is like an ancient ferocious beast. The rugged and thick skin is full of wrinkles, leaving no doubt that this layer of skin alone can withstand the indiscriminate bombardment of magic.

The four thick lower limbs are two points thicker than or even the stone pillars supporting the imperial palace. Starting from the head burning with evil energy flames, the sharp bone plate protrusions extend to the tail that is constantly sweeping behind him. But his

The upper body is upright, with almost no neck, and two yellow fangs protrude from the upper jaw of both cheeks, extending upward to the ceiling. The skin on his chest seems not as tough as his back, and he is covered with evil runes.

A thick plastron hangs from the chain.

Both hands are holding a heavy double-headed war spear. The war spear is covered with scratches and is covered with dark black mud. It exudes a disgusting smell of blood. It is unknown how many souls have died on this terrible weapon.

under.

Harveys felt that this was the ultimate incarnation of violence and power. He had no doubt that the opponent could break down the thickest wall of Zin Aesaleen with just one hit.

The Dread Lord who appeared in the underground space immediately after him was not that scary.

But Harveys soon discovered that this was just an illusion.

When he was glanced at by this demon who looked like a zombie in an ancient tomb, but was wearing a gorgeous armor with intricate carvings and a noble manner, his whole body trembled involuntarily. This was a kind of trembling that came from the depths of his soul.

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There is unspeakable cunning and cunning hidden in those slightly playful eyes.

Harveys instantly understood that compared to the terrifying-looking Abyss Lord, the Dread Lord was the truly terrifying existence.

"I am Tichondrius, a mortal, and I will take over your work from now on. You have always done a good job, and the master is very satisfied with your efficiency. After a while, he will give you more power and let you

To be able to join our ranks and completely become a member of the Burning Legion..." The Dread Lord looked at Harveys, and there was no trace of ripples in his calm words.

The fear in Harveys's heart suddenly turned into ecstasy, and he was flattered and said: "I will obey my master's will!"

Although his master generously gave him unimaginable power, Harveys has always lived in fear. He knew how bad his men were, even opening the portal that allowed Lord Hakkar and the first batch of demons to pass,

It took a long time, for fear that the progress would be delayed and the owner would be angry.

After the eredar mage took over the portal, he felt a lot more relaxed. Now it's even better. The master who calls himself Tichondrius is in charge of everything. He can be completely free and devote himself to making suggestions for his master's conquest.

He looked at the Abyss Lord who had been silent and asked respectfully: "This is..."

The Lord of the Abyss opened his mouth wide, revealing his sharp teeth, and made a series of low sounds. It took Harveys a long time to realize that the other party was laughing.

"Manoroth." He placed the weapon in his hand on the ground, causing another violent earthquake.

Tichondrius curled his lips, and immediately began to look at the surrounding scene. Wherever he looked, the Eredar mage all saluted with awe, and even the dog king Haka also nodded slightly, showing appropriate respect.

Apparently, his status is slightly higher than that of the Dog King.

Finally, he looked at Haka and asked: "So...have you found the container?"

Harveys was stunned for a moment, container? What container? This word reminded him of something very bad.

"Of course...a perfect container." Haka, the dog king, smiled sinisterly and waved to his subordinates.

Amidst Harveys' confusion, after a while, several hellhounds came over with a bruised night elf tied up with their tentacles. They threw him in front of several people and returned to Hakkar respectfully.

This prisoner had obviously been tortured for a long time and was on the verge of death. His body was covered with bloody marks from whipping, his purple hair was stuck to his cheeks with clots of blood, and his eyes were completely blind and turned into two high, swollen masses.

A bloody substance was smeared on his eye sockets. The outline of his face actually seemed familiar to Harveys.

When the devil took off the prisoner's hood, Harveys suddenly took a breath of cold air. It turned out to be...

Varoson, Captain of the Queen's Guards! How did they capture him?

In surprise, the Dread Lord had already walked up to Varosen, raised his pale face with his sharp-nailed fingers and looked at it.

"He is the Night Elf Queen's most trusted personal bodyguard, and he will be a good disguise for our plan. But he is really a tough guy. He was tortured without saying a word. In the end, I had to use the soul-searching method.

Fel spell. Now..."

Haka, the dog king, sneered, and while stroking the head of his beloved pet, he said: He is almost delirious."

"I...swear to be loyal to the Queen to the death..." Perhaps awakened by the sound, Varosen suddenly said with a weak breath, and spat a mouthful of blood in front of him.

Tichondrius wiped off the blood on his face without any annoyance, and gently tapped the wound on the opponent's body. A flash of green light flashed on his nails, and Varosen suffered severe pain, and his body

All of a sudden, he tensed up and started to wail painfully and shrilly.

When all the upper elf mages saw this, their throats twitched.

After a while, Varosen stopped wailing, leaving only unconscious murmurs.

"What are you going to say?" Tichondrius asked softly, placing his ear tightly in front of the other person's face, as if he enjoyed the process of torturing others.

"You... will all... go to hell..." Varosen cursed angrily, and then lost his voice completely.

With a "plop" sound, Tichondrius threw him to the ground, clapped his hands to dust off the dirt, and said with satisfaction: "Very good, I will perform the ceremony immediately."

The tragic situation of Varoson made Harveys feel worried for no reason. The other party was also a close minister who was deeply trusted by the Queen. Although the two of them were superiors and subordinates, after all, they had been colleagues in public affairs for hundreds of years.

The Dog King Haka secretly captured the Guards Captain without notifying him. As the person who knew the situation in the palace best, Harveys deeply felt the devil's contempt for him, but he thought that the other party was in the Burning Legion.

It's not a big deal, but... what if the other party acts carelessly and alerts the other upper elves in the palace, or even Azshara?

Putting away his endless thoughts, Xavius ​​understood what they wanted to do. Azshara, who was stationed in Zin Azsalyn and guarded the Well of Eternity, had always been a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh of the vanguard of the Burning Legion.

She is too powerful due to the Well of Eternity.

In order to deal with him, the new person in charge turned to her close ministers. If Harveys guessed correctly, there is a high probability that the Dread Lord will use some kind of advanced evil spell to control Varoson.

, lure it into a puppet, and give the Queen a blow at the most critical moment, or poison her or cast a spell to weaken her power...

How could this be hidden from Azshara's eyes? Even if Varosen's words and deeds were the same as before, as long as there was even a little bit of evil energy in his body, Azshara, who had a keen sense, would be able to see through it without any suspense.

At that time, another trouble will arise, causing unimaginable obstacles to the master's great cause.

Worried, Harveys stepped forward to express his doubts and said: "...Lord Tichondrius, is this move too risky? Azshara is not an idiot. As the captain of the Imperial Guard, Var

Rosen is always by her side, so it's hard not to reveal some flaws."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dog King Hakkar laughed. Abyss Lord Mannoroth also looked at him as if he were a child, then twisted his huge body and went to the side to check the preparations for the war.

Tichondrius was the only one left, still carving complicated evil magic circles on the ground with his fingernails shining with strange green light. He replied without looking back: "Mortal, don't try to use your knowledge to guess a

The idea of ​​​​a high-level demon leader."

The Dread Lord stood up as he spoke, and with a gentle squeeze of his right hand, the evil runes on the ground burst into dazzling green light.

When the bright light dissipated and a pungent burnt smell filled the air, Harveys put down his arm in front of his face and opened his eyes again, but the Dread Lord who was originally in front of him had disappeared.

Harveys was wondering when Varoson, who was lying on the ground, suddenly changed. A massive amount of evil energy surged out of his body, wrapping him up and forming a green light cocoon that quickly shrank in. Only a few breaths passed.

, Varosen reappeared.

He was unscathed, and all the scars on his body were "healed" by evil spells. He was no different from the healthy captain of the guard. Even Harveys, who was very familiar with him, couldn't tell any difference.

"Varoson" looked at his body with great interest, his movements were somewhat stiff. After a while to adapt, he raised his head and looked at Harveys.

Those familiar eyes flashed with a strange light, cunning, cruel, and full of wisdom. Just like...

Same as Tichondrius.

Thinking of all the previous events, Harveys had a guess in his heart that even he couldn't believe. Could it be that... Tichondrius entered Varoson's body? And... and replaced it?

He hesitated and asked: "Ti... Lord Tichondrius?"
Chapter completed!