Chapter 198: The Secret at the Bottom of the Fortress
"Boom! Boom!"
Violent explosions were heard one after another behind him, but Elisamar ran forward without looking back. He knew in his heart that the mission of annihilating the tribe was over. Now he could only save his life first. As for how Lord Alasius would punish him.
, he hasn’t thought that far yet: after all, it’s only a matter of time that he can live longer.
"Hurry up, you damn fools!" The war messenger scolded his slow-moving subordinates while rushing towards the Agona Pond on the back of the peninsula mountains - where Alasius and his direct descendants were.
Secret lair Elisamar, who is like a lost dog, has long lost his due vigilance. He is so focused on escaping from the alliance's pursuit that he is not aware of the two stalkers who have fallen behind him along the way.
As active assassins and retired scouts, Regan and Evelin are no strangers to the purely technical work of tracking assassinations. Although the knights were a bit rough at the beginning, after some training from Evelin... or guidance
After that, there were basically no big mistakes. The two followed the demons over the ridge, avoiding the ubiquitous evil orcs. They soon arrived at the hideout where Arathius was hiding - the Pond of Agona.
Decades ago, before the orcs were controlled by the Burning Legion, this blue and pure lake was once regarded as a holy place by the local Draenei. However, an abyss lord named Agona was killed by the Burning Legion.
After he died here, the lake here was polluted by his evil power and gradually turned into a disgusting place filled with green juice.
The ground around the Pool of Agona is barren, and even the least picky creatures will not come here to breed. The only living creatures that can be seen here, or those that are barely alive, are the demons of the Burning Legion, and
Many deformed soft-bodied monsters formed by the fusion of twisted magic energy and green water.
Regan and Evelin carefully avoided these guys and followed Elisamar sneakily into the huge altar built on the green lake. There was no one else in the altar, only two people with six arms.
The demon priestess, seeing them, Elisamar immediately bowed respectfully and said hello, her attitude was very flattering.
"Is Arathius a female?" Regan and Evelin did not dare to get too close to them. They only observed the scene secretly from a corner of the altar. The knight could not help but ask the blood elf in a low voice.
"Please, can you have some common sense, Lord Dragon Slayer Knight?" Evelin rolled her eyes at Regan, "These priestesses are obviously high-ranking members of the Burning Legion, that's why Elisamar is so respectful, you know the devil
The hierarchical system is much harsher than that of mortals. If there is a little disrespect, high-level demons have the right to kill low-level servants without asking any reason."
"Oh, why does it sound like a slave society?" the knight curled his lips.
Evelin glanced at him helplessly and explained patiently: "Though those two women look weird, they are both high-status priestesses in the Burning Legion, and positions like this usually only have
Only Shivalla from the Eredar race can be responsible for this."
"Shivalla..."
"Okay, I know you must not be clear," Evelin continued without waiting for the curious baby to ask, "They are both powerful female warriors with magic and martial arts skills, and they also uphold the will of spreading the dark titan Sargeras.
Missions are very important in the system of the Burning Legion...For example, they are equivalent to the priests of the Night Elf Temple of the Moon."
Reigen suddenly understood and nodded: "That's it, thank you for your advice..."
"Humph, there's no need to thank you. It's good to know that I'm not a burden!" Evelin shook her head proudly, gave Regan a knight on the back of his head and touched his nose in boredom, and could only continue to look towards the altar.
Priest Xivalla glanced at the demon messenger and asked in a charming and sly tone: "Elisamar, didn't the master ask you to carry out the task of annihilating the tribal army? Why did you come back at this time? Could it be that those mortals are
Has it been reduced to ashes by the bombardment of evil cannon fire?"
"Please forgive me, two priests," the demon messenger said with sincerity, "there are some flaws in this plan... We thought that the Alliance and the Horde would not rescue each other, but we didn't expect those damn mortals to take advantage of my unpreparedness.
He launched an attack and destroyed all the evil cannons in the demon-casting camp... Now, I am here to apologize to my master..."
"Please forgive me...there is no need!"
A voice that was mixed with violence and evil suddenly sounded. The two Xivalla priests stepped away respectfully. The thickest pillar in the altar suddenly flashed with electric light. After a moment, a huge Eredar demon appeared from the void.
His upper body was almost completely naked, with only a set of bronze-shined metal shoulder pads covering his shoulders. An evil green light shot out from his eyes, which made the watching mortals feel frightened even from a distance.
breath
"Master, please have mercy! I was just careless and those damn mortals sneaked into the camp. If you can give the villain another chance, I will definitely send all the tribe's troops to hell!" Elisamar naturally knows his master's temper.
, he knelt on the ground and begged, hoping that Alasius would let him go for the sake of following him for many years.
It's a pity that there has always been no friendship between demons, let alone Arathius, who is privately called the "cruel one" by his own people. This Eredar demon is by no means a merciless master: no matter whether he treats his enemies or his own people,
He sighed and shook his head, and stretched out a finger to Elisamar: "Poor and hateful guy, if it weren't for your failure, I would have been able to carry out the next plan at this moment, and wipe out all the Alliance of Glory Castle... But
Just to pay for your incompetence, I missed a perfect opportunity to attack. How can I spare you?"
"Ah, no...don't!"
Everyone is equal in the face of death, even ferocious demons are no exception. When Elisamar saw that his master was determined to die, a force burst out from his body and he rolled and crawled to escape. However, he just took a step forward.
After taking two steps, he was hit by the red beam emitted from Alasius's finger, and his body was instantly turned into ashes.
"The Finger of Death..." Regen frowned. He had heard about the spell cast by the Eredar wizard: Compared with some powerful group killing skills, the finger of death spell, known as the devil's exclusive one, undoubtedly has
The most powerful single-target killing effect, it can cause unimaginable damage to the living human body or the dead souls. If the power difference between the caster and the target is too large, it will even cause a one-hit kill effect -
— Just like Arathius killed his subordinates just now
"The master is indeed extremely powerful, and that lowly Morg was wiped out in ashes when he raised his hand!"
The priest Xivalla on the side lost no time in complimenting him, and even gave him two admiring glances, which made Alasius feel proud for a while.
"Haha, what's the point of dealing with ants? Didn't you see how heroic I was when I followed Lord Kil'jaeden to kill those Drani!" the Eredar demon laughed and took the two priestesses into his arms.
, said teasingly, "If it weren't for that bastard Kazak, I would have been the king of the entire Hellfire Peninsula!"
Seeing this scene, Regan couldn't help but laugh secretly. He didn't expect that the aesthetics of the Eredar people were really unique. They could even hold a monster with six hands into his arms. They were really "incomparably fraternal."
"No wonder this guy didn't show up when we killed Kazzak. It turns out there was an overt and secret struggle between them!" Evelin suddenly realized, "But this guy is so powerful, why have I never heard of his reputation before?"
"Don't worry, keep listening." Regen signaled the blood elves to calm down and continue listening to Alasius recalling his "glorious past."
"Not to mention Lord Kil'jaeden, even that meaty but brainless guy from Magtheridon didn't dare to ignore my existence when he was king in the outer realm, but who is Kazzak?
He actually wants me to obey his command!" The Eredar demon cursed viciously, "You stupid guy deserves to be killed by a mortal!"
"Master, please calm down. Anyway, Kazak is dead now, and you are the current king of the peninsula!" Priest Shivalla said flatteringly, which made Alasius very happy. He stretched out his big hand and said
The female demon fiddled with her arms for a while, causing the priest who upheld the will of the Dark Titan to gasp for breath.
"Hey, King of the Peninsula... I don't dare think about this title." After playing with the two priestesses for a while, Arathius sighed melancholy, "Lord Kil'jaeden recently issued an order asking me to assist.
That guy completed the legion's layout on the peninsula... If he succeeds, I think the leader here should be replaced by him..."
"He? Who is he, master?" Seeing that Alasius was hesitant to speak, the priestess couldn't help but asked curiously.
The eredar wizard shook his head, looked at the Hellfire Fortress in the distance, and snorted coldly: "Who else could it be? Of course it would be the fat man imprisoned in the hands of his own plaything... Humph, Magtheridon, incompetent
It really baffles me that this guy is so valued by the legion!"
Hearing this, Regan and Evelin couldn't help but were shocked. They looked at each other in disbelief. If these words hadn't been spoken by Alasius himself, they would not have believed it anyway.
"But Master, wasn't Magtheridon imprisoned by the orcs?" The priestess expressed the question in Regen's and the others' minds.
Arathius sneered and replied: "It's not that simple. Back then, he was able to integrate all the demons in Draenor and become the real king of the outer realm. How could he sit on that throne without two brushes! It's ridiculous that Illidan is like this
The idiot thought that the orcs in Hellfire Citadel were loyal to him and never interfered with the affairs of the peninsula, but little did he know that those red-skinned ghosts had long since betrayed him!"