He is a person who enjoys a very high status within the Burning Legion, is good at conspiracy, and is extremely good at playing with people's hearts...

Nathrezim, the Dread Lord!

The night, the resurrected undead, the fire in the distance... all of this added to the chill of the Dread Lord's sinister laughter. Invisible terror rolled in, casting a shadow over the hearts of all the night elves present.

layer shadow.

At this moment, it was as if there were dark clouds covering the moon god's glory. In places where Elune could not protect him, countless ghosts and ghosts emerged from the diffuse undead energy, carrying deep resentment, eating away at everyone's life.

will.

Finally, someone couldn't help it anymore. A timid noble who had been hiding behind everyone let out a scream and grabbed his hair with all his strength. His face was extremely ferocious, as if he was eager to force something terrible out of his body.

The next second, he suddenly let out a scream, turned around and fled towards the Magister's Tower without any thought, and closed the door heavily.

"boom!"

The nobles could no longer hold back. They were all ordinary people. No matter how high their status or knowledge was, they could not bear the extreme fear on the mental level. One person's escape soon led to a whole group of people.

They all tried to run back to the Magister's Tower, but were blocked by the heavy door at the bottom of the tower.

"Bang bang bang..."

"Open the door, open the door!"

No matter how they shouted, the nobleman inside, who had long been eaten away by fear, would not open the door, and there was a faint sound of gasping.

No ordinary person can maintain their sanity in the face of the Dreadlord.

But the initiator of all this, the terrifying Nasrezim, stood quietly, looking at everyone with cold eyes...

"Bang bang bang..."

"Damn it, open the door quickly!"

The continuous knocks on the door and the shouts of the nobles were mixed with the rustling sounds. It was the sound of the armor scraping on the stone floor as the resurrected guards dragged their bodies bit by bit towards the crowd.

.

The remaining night elves all had solemn expressions. They had not come into contact with any demons, and their understanding of demons was limited to sporadic battle reports from the front lines, but this did not prevent them from realizing how terrifying the opponent was.

This kind of spell that can resurrect the dead and control it is completely beyond the knowledge of the night elves. Even the chief priest of Dejana, who devoutly believes in Elune, kept chanting in a low voice because of the terrifying scene he saw.

With Elune's prayer...

What’s even weirder is that the courtyard where the Magister’s Tower is located is the center of Suramar City, and it’s a very important place. But it’s been under attack for so long, and logically someone should have come here to help, but they didn’t.

Not a single person was seen.

"quack……"

In the deathly silence, only the frightening cries of crows that moved after hearing rot could be heard faintly from the distance...

"Are you waiting for reinforcements?" The Dread Lord asked softly with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

What he spoke was not the night elf language, but the demonic language. But every night elf who heard the voice understood the meaning of this sentence, and immediately discovered that it was the function of some kind of mental magic. This terrible demon was actually unaware of

It invaded my heart unconsciously.

Padrich remained silent and raised his hand to cast a spell.

In the sharp sound, the dazzling magic fireworks dragged their long tail flames straight into the sky and exploded in the sky. This is a common signal for help from the night elves. From a height, the entire city of Suramar should be able to see it clearly.

see it.

After doing all this, Master Padrich said in a deep voice: "I don't know how the devil did it, but there is no doubt that they cut off all contact with the outside world."

Even though he specializes in enchantment rather than other fields, Padrich is also a genuine quasi-legendary mage. He can easily understand the current situation through the information fed back to him by spells.

The devil used some kind of barrier to completely isolate the area where the Magister's Tower was located.

"What?" Lord Ravencrest was in disbelief. Being shocked by the inscrutability of the spell was only one of them. What made him even more frightened was...

This is the city of Suramar, the magical capital where the top magicians of the Kaldorei Empire gather. There are countless early warning and defensive spells. The defenses are as tight as the capital palace. Even a fly trying to fly in must undergo the surveillance of countless spells.

But even so, the devil still arranged a barrier covering such a vast area under everyone's noses.

Even the city of Suramar is like this. Aren’t the defense systems of other cities in the empire ineffective? Demons can come and leave when they want. It is even easier to assassinate a few important officials of the empire or military generals...

The more Lord Ravencrest thought about it, the more terrifying he felt. He believed that the attack in Suramar City was probably not an isolated incident. Perhaps at the same time, many other important towns in the empire were attacked.

Maybe after today, news will come that many important figures have been assassinated...

But the premise is that he must live to hear the news tomorrow.

"Stop struggling fearlessly, no one will come to save you. Death... is your only fate." The Dread Lord looked at everyone with a playful look, as if looking at prey without the power to resist.

Lord Ravencrest sneered: "Devil, you waste your time talking nonsense, aren't you afraid that things will change?"

The Dread Lord laughed sinisterly again, and the harsh laughter impacted everyone's eardrums.

He waved his hand gently, and dozens or hundreds of demons emerged from the surrounding shadows, including elite angry guards, powerful eredar warlocks, and even a few doomsday guards in the sky who were huge and comparable to hellfire...

…All the demons, together with dozens of resurrected undead souls, formed an unbreakable encirclement, surrounding everyone.

Lord Ravencrest gritted his teeth and looked around. There were only several Moon Guards including Latusius, Priest Chief Dijana and two high-ranking female priests, as well as three people including Master Padrich.

Even with the Magister Councilor and the accompanying guards of less than ten people, the balance of power between the two sides is still too great, and there is almost no chance of winning.

"Buy me some time, and I will find a way to teleport you out." Master Padrich said in a low voice.

Everyone frowned.

In addition to the teleportation network built with the help of magic network energy, the night elves have not yet mastered other safe teleportation methods. Due to the fatal flaw in the spell model, any teleportation spell independently cast by a mage will have a very high error rate. Even special research

Even the top mages of space magic cannot avoid this risk.

In other words, this behavior is almost suicidal.

but……

Lord Ravencrest looked at the approaching demons, and the Moon Priestesses beside him also picked up the weapons left by the dead guards from the ground.
Chapter completed!