But there was only one place that was not affected at all. Instead, it was so quiet that it was frightening.
This is a cemetery located in the southwest corner of the city that was originally used to bury the dead, but was later secretly infiltrated and occupied by the Curse Cult, who then resurrected a large number of the corpses buried inside.
With the appearance of the dreadlord Mal'Ganis, a black ziggurat rose from the ground, becoming the base of the Scourge here.
Most of the civilians who were transformed into undead during the day have been placed in this place.
Many even evolved from the lowest level zombies into more powerful ghouls.
Moreover, in a cursed land that has been polluted by the plague and turned into gray-brown, you can also see spider monsters patrolling around, also known as crypt demons.
These horrible undead were originally a special species living in Northrend in the far north - the spider demon, but now they have become the Lich King's most powerful minions.
The huge underground empire they built became a complete cage in the face of the endless army of Undead. In the end, they were almost wiped out, and their dead bodies were once again pulled up to serve the Scourge.
Unlike ghouls, zombies, and skeletons, which are low-level cannon fodder with no intelligence, crypt demons do not simply infuse energy into corpses to control them as puppets, but retain all of their memories, knowledge, and combat experience from their lifetime.
After all, the spider demons left a very deep impression on the first Lich King, Ner'zhul.
Whether it was the opponent's ability to be immune to mind control or his physique that ignored the magical plague, it caused him huge trouble.
At one point, they even got into a tough battle and needed the help of the dreadlords to finally resolve it.
Therefore, the undead crypt demon is far more dangerous than it seems. It can even use its powerful mental power to sense whether there are living people around it and find those sneaking and invisible guys.
In the eyes of the first Lich King, Ner'zhul, these big bugs were his most trustworthy servants and tools, and even the Stitched Abominations had to take a back seat.
Therefore, usually the number of crypt demons in a Scourge base can be used to roughly judge the degree of importance the base is receiving.
In addition, the strong defense of the Spirit Tower is enough to ensure that any enemy who attempts to attack here must pay a heavy price.
It is a device that can greatly enhance psychic magic. It is also an extremely solid military fortress. It can be understood as a special form of a modified wizard tower.
With the help of a few acolytes and necromancers of the curse sect, deadly shadows and death energy can be shot out from the top of the spire, killing all enemies within a radius of several thousand meters without leaving a single one alive.
Therefore, whenever the Scourge occupied a strategic location, they would basically build a large number of psychic towers nearby to consolidate their rule. At the same time, they would also use them to resurrect corpses to continuously increase their military strength.
At this moment, the Dread Lord Mal'Ganis was standing in the psychic tower, staring at the Cult of the Damned member standing in front of him, frowning and asking, "How did Fels fail? How was he killed?
He clearly led a powerful army of undead!
And I also lured Prince Alsace's main force into the city!
But the final result was that they couldn't even take down a military camp guarded by only a small number of militiamen and refugees?
There has to be a limit to waste!"
It was not difficult to hear from the tone of suppressed shock and anger that Mal'Ganis felt incredible and unbelievable about the failure and death of the lich's military operations during the day.
After all, in his eyes, a battle like this where the opponent has an overwhelming advantage should be a standard crushing victory.
How could he still be defeated by the other party? Although Fels was not the most powerful among the Lich King's many subordinates, he was at least an elite mage from Dalaran, otherwise he would not be qualified to transform into a lich.
But now I can't even handle such a small thing.
If this happened in the Burning Legion, he would be severely punished and demoted at any moment, and he would probably never have the chance to lead troops again in his life.
"I'm... I'm so sorry. Those low-level undead who escaped back didn't have enough intelligence to describe the scene at that time. Naturally, we have no way of figuring out what happened. We only know that Lord Fels was killed by some terrible spell."
The members of the Curse Cult lowered their heads and hurriedly explained.
He himself obviously couldn't figure out why a powerful undead creature like the Lich would be killed in an instant by some unknown spell, and who cast this spell? Because not everyone who was loyal to the Scourge was qualified to obey the Lich King's voice.
What's more, Ner'zhul was not on the same page with the Burning Legion. He hoped that all the dreadlords would die in the war. How could he share the most important information and secrets with them?
In fact, from the moment the miracle happened in Hearthglen, he had sensed the powerful strength displayed by Zuo Si, and he also knew that those priests could use divine magic to create an antidote to cure the magical plague.
That's why he arranged for the lich Fels to launch a surprise attack while Arthas was away, hoping to nip this dangerous force in the bud.
But after seeing with his own eyes the level of magic displayed by Zuo Si during the day, the Lich King suddenly changed his mind and wanted to kill someone with a borrowed knife.
Whether Zuo Si kills the Dreadlord and eliminates a spy sent by the Burning Legion to monitor him, or vice versa, the Dreadlord kills Zuo Si, the huge threat, he will definitely make a profit.
There's nothing more fun than watching two enemies kill each other.
After realizing this, Ner'zhul decisively chose to conceal the truth. He did not tell his acolytes and necromancers what had happened, and even blurred the memories of those low-level undead.
I have to say that when it comes to internal fighting and stab people in the back, he is quite good at it.
Although the Dreadlord was known for his cunning and treachery, Mal'Ganis did not realize that this was a trap due to the severe information asymmetry. He immediately asked, stroking his chin, "You mean, there is a powerful human hidden among the refugees and survivors? Not only did he kill Fels, he also helped destroy an entire army of undead?"
“That’s right.
At least that's what it looks like for now.
After all, the number of troops destroyed cannot be false.
Moreover, not a single one of the meat grinder and stitched abominations that Lord Fels took away escaped.
Most importantly, we didn't find any fresh bodies.
This means that the enemy's casualties were very small, so small that they could be ignored.
Such an outrageous casualty ratio was obviously not something that a group of refugees and militiamen with little combat experience could achieve.
Even if they have strong fortifications."
The members of the Curse Cult spoke out the conclusions they had drawn from their analysis.
"Who could it be? The young female mage named Jaina beside Arthas? Or is it that Uther the Lightbringer did not leave and is hiding in the military camp?"
Mal'Ganis began to think quickly and do a lot of imagination.
As a dreadlord who is good at plotting conspiracies and seeing through human weaknesses, he never believes in coincidences. He only thinks that the whole thing is most likely a counterattack secretly planned by the enemy.
“It’s not clear about that.
However, our spies did observe Uther the Lightbringer leaving Stratholme with the Knights of the Silver Hand and many soldiers.
As for Jaina's whereabouts, it is still unclear.
But based on the undead transformed from the corpses of human soldiers captured during the day, it can be learned that she seemed to have been teleported back to Dalaran to report the situation and should not be in the military camp.
perhaps……
We should wait until Lord Fels is resurrected and ask him what happened exactly."
The members of the Cult of the Damned offered their suggestions cautiously.
Because with the death of the lich, there is temporarily no second commander in this base who can control the undead creatures on a large scale to launch attacks.
After all, the Dreadlord's mission is to constantly anger Arthas, causing him to slide into the endless abyss and eventually become a puppet controlled by the Lich King, and he cannot do anything about it.
While other necromancers, shadow mages, and acolytes have enough intelligence to do this, they do not have great power.
If we encounter this unknown mysterious person again, there is a high probability that we will be killed instantly like the lich, and we will not even be able to send back any information.
Therefore, the members of the Curse Sect felt that it would be better not to act rashly at this time, otherwise it would only waste the military forces that they had accumulated with great difficulty.
Although the number of corpses, especially bones, preserved in the Stratholme Necropolis is quite astonishing, it can form an army of more than 100,000 skeletons.
In the Lich King's plan, this undead army will become one of the most important forces that will sweep across the entire Kingdom of Lordaeron in the future, and it must not be consumed in vain by a group of militia and refugees here.
"It seems that this is the only way now. Send more shadows to watch the camp. I will free up my hands to deal with this threat after I have dealt with Prince Arthas."
Mal'Ganis made a quick decision.
He was obviously well aware that Azeroth was not as fragile as other planets that the Legion had captured and destroyed, and that the natives here possessed strong magical powers.
He even repelled the Burning Legion in the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago, and defeated the invincible dark titan Sargeras in the two orc wars.
So although the Dreadlord was surprised by the death of the lich, he could understand it.
Just as the member of the Curse Cult placed one hand on his chest and bowed deeply, ready to leave, a strange light suddenly flashed in his eyes.
The next second...
Without warning, he drew out his dagger and stabbed Mal'Ganis at lightning speed.
The latter didn't have time to react before the sharp dagger pierced into his abdomen through the gap in his armor. The evil magic attached to the dagger quickly formed a weakening curse that flowed through his blood throughout his body.
"Asshole! What are you doing?"
The Dreadlord was shocked and angry. He grabbed the Curse Cult member's neck and lifted him up from the ground, his eyes flashing with violent and bloodthirsty light.
Unfortunately, the latter had obviously lost his mind and ignored his questioning. Instead, he waved the dagger and tried to blind another eye.
This action instantly made Mal'Ganis no longer have any hesitation. He swung his sharp claws and tore open the opponent's chest, drinking blood to restore his lost vitality.
However, the weakness curse attached to the dagger is obviously not so easy to eliminate. It will take at least a few minutes before it slowly dissipates.
But what really made him nervous was not the sneak attack by a mere member of the Curse Cult, but whether this attack came from an individual's will or was instructed by the Lich King behind it.
If it was the latter, then wouldn't he be trapped to death in the Spirit Tower by countless undead creatures?
The Dreadlord immediately turned his attention to the two entrances nearby, but did not see the horde of undead pouring in.
What is going on?
Looking at the torn body in his hands, he fell into deep confusion.
Just when Mal'Ganis was about to walk out of the Psychic Tower to take a look, he suddenly felt a hand touching his body from behind.
Immediately afterwards, a terrifying energy instantly surged into the body, madly destroying everything including bones, internal organs, blood vessels and muscles.
The immense pain made him unable to help but let out a heart-wrenching scream.
“Aa…
But the Dreadlord was worthy of being the Dreadlord. He resisted the weakness brought by the pain, quickly flapped his huge bat wings and flew seven or eight meters away, then turned around suddenly to confirm who was attacking him.
Instead he saw a human in a robe and a hood.
The horrible injury was caused by a hand that looked a little rough and was obviously used for farm work.
"Huh? You can still move! Is it because of magic resistance? Or is it that you succeeded in your immunity? Or is it that the shadow energy you control can offset some of the erosion of negative energy on living things to some extent?"
With a slightly surprised voice, the young human took off his hood to reveal a face that was too young.
Without asking, one knows that he is none other than Zuo Si who sneaked in.
The reason why the members of the Curse Cult suddenly launched an attack just now was actually because they were hit by a violent charm spell. They injected the Dreadlord with a weakness curse at the cost of their own lives and successfully distracted the opponent's attention.
As for the divine art that had severely damaged him, it was the famous six-ring [Killing Art].
Normally, a living being can be declared dead after being hit by one bullet.
Even some targets with strong vitality will become extremely weak after being eroded, or even completely lose the ability to move, becoming lambs to be slaughtered.
Unless the saving throw is successful, the damage is reduced to a barely tolerable level.
If there is any shortcoming of [Killing Technique], it is that it must be through contact in order to inject negative energy into the target's body, which is like a boiling black flame.
Although the priests of Faerûn can wear heavy armor and use shields to cast spells, it is still a huge risk to enter a state of concentration at such close range.
"Ahem, ahem - who are you anyway?"
Black blood kept gushing out of Mal'Ganis' mouth, and his pale, ugly face was now distorted by pain.
What a shame!
He simply couldn't believe that he, who was best at sneak attacks, was successfully ambushed by a human!
"Haha, weren't you just discussing me with that member of the cursed sect? How come you forgot so quickly?"
Zuo Si smiled and took out a bottle of potion. He took some blood vomited by the Dreadlord from the ground and planned to take it back to do some research.
Since his clone might have to wait until the end of the Battle of Mount Hyjal before he could descend, he planned to slightly strengthen the body he currently occupied, at least to the level of a Demigod of the Wilds or a Lord of the Abyss.
Otherwise there is no guarantee that you will be able to persevere to the end.
"You are the human who killed Fels and crushed the Scourge's attack during the day?"
The green light in Mal'Ganis' pupils suddenly surged, and he struggled to get up from the ground. His two claw-like hands began to condense shadow energy.
Although the killing technique caused him quite terrible damage, it was far from the point where he lost his combat effectiveness.
Zuo Si undoubtedly noticed this, and immediately cast the shadow resistance from the priest spell of this world on himself, and responded calmly: "Is there anyone else who can do this besides me?
Also, don't waste your energy trying to call for help from those undead creatures, necromancers, and acolytes out there.
Haven't you noticed that it's quieter here than usual?
When I came in, I had already set up a barrier to completely isolate the transmission of any sound.
Therefore, the next battle between us will not be disturbed by any external factors.
Oh, and don't count on being able to escape by teleporting.
Because teleportation magic takes too long, and there is no ability to protect oneself while maintaining concentration in casting the spell.
During the day, a lich was killed instantly when he was channeling arcane energy to teleport.
so……
If you don't want to die, then do your best to please me!
Show me the true power and potential of the Nathrezim!"
Hearing this, Mal'Ganis' heart sank to the bottom.
The young human in front of him was obviously not like Prince Arthas, who was influenced by anger, hatred and impulse and wanted to rush up and kill him. Instead, he had made careful preparations and thorough plans.
And this kind of enemy is the most dangerous and terrifying.
Their thinking is not easily swayed by emotions and they always remain calm and rational.
The most important thing is that when this kind of person appears in front of you, it often means that you have made sufficient preparations and will not give you any chance to escape.
If there were no special method to identify one's own kind, Mal'Ganis would even think that the young man in front of him was a dreadlord disguised as a human.
Because the thinking and behavior patterns between the two are so similar.
Realizing that he had fallen into a trap set for him, he did not dare to hesitate at all and immediately shot out a [Foul Swarm of Bees] in an attempt to gain an advantage in the battle.
moment!
A shock wave of energy mixed with black and green shot out from between the Dreadlord's limbs.
Although it is called [Rotten Swarm], in fact there is neither "rotten" nor "swarm", it is just a pure shadow energy shock wave, which may also contain a little green fel flame of the Burning Legion.
Because the surging shadow energy looks like countless insects gathered together, it is named "swarm".
As for the stench, it is completely a rejection reaction of normal life forms to the shadow energy. There is always a strange stench.
But in fact, shadow energy has no smell. The stench comes entirely from a spiritual perception.
Mal'Ganis's tactic is to use large-scale spell attacks to force the opponent into a blind spot little by little while dodging.
This way, he can rush forward and use his strength and size advantages in hand-to-hand combat.
You should know that the Nathrezim Dreadlords are one of the very few races in the Burning Legion that can rival the Eredar in both magic and warrior talent.
In particular, it is able to continuously absorb the target's mental strength and vitality to restore itself during battle. It is simply a tireless killing machine.
If it was a clone or a projection here, Zuo Si would not even try to dodge facing this level of energy impact.
You can completely rely on your magic resistance and strong vitality to stand it, and by the way, feel the difference between the shadow energy and negative energy in this world.
But the problem is that the container he is using now can't bear it, so he can only move quickly to the side to dodge.
Upon seeing this, Mal'Ganis immediately raised his other hand and cast his best sleeping magic.
This is a typical mind control spell that infuses the target with shadow energy to instantly put it into a deep coma.
Once you are infected, you will fall into an endless nightmare and be tortured repeatedly by the Lord of Dread in the dream until you suffer a complete mental breakdown and give up resistance.
Through this magic, the Dreadlords can easily invade a person's consciousness, memory, and thoughts, and even devour and replace them.
However, Mal'Ganis obviously didn't know that he was not facing a human being, but a big devil from Baator, the hell of another universe.
Even if it is just a trace of consciousness, it is enough to resist and be immune to most mental attacks.
The moment the shadow energy entered Zuo Si's body, instead of falling into a coma, he quickly sensed the principles and spell models of this magic.
After just one second, he completely learned it and returned it to the other person.
Since Mal'Ganis had never anticipated this situation and had not made any corresponding defenses, his consciousness was instantly pulled into a dream.
He only felt a flash before his eyes, and then he appeared on a vast red land.
The erupting volcanoes in the distance continuously sent boiling magma into the river of fire. The breath of destruction that was blowing in his face made the Dreadlord feel suffocated.
Sudden!
A shadow that blocked out the sun and sky fell from the sky and landed on the ground with a loud bang, causing a violent vibration.
Even the earth was torn apart, with high-temperature liquid flames gushing out from the cracks.
boom!!!!!!
With the help of two huge bat wings behind him, Mal'Ganis managed to maintain his balance and not fall.
But when he looked up, he was so shocked by what he saw that he was speechless.
Because this is a five-headed dragon that is so large that it is beyond imagination. It is even many times larger than Kil'jaeden and Archimonde, the dark titans' deputies in the Burning Legion. Each head contains power and oppression that cannot be described in words.
The condescending gaze and the evil emanating from the soul made the Dreadlord tremble involuntarily.
After a full minute, the giant dragon suddenly grinned and said jokingly, "It turns out that this magic can also amplify the fear in the target's heart, allowing the caster to appear in the dream in the most powerful form? Shadow energy is indeed much more interesting than I thought."
"It... is it you? What kind of monster are you?!"
Mal'Ganis finally reacted at this moment and instantly realized that the terrifying five-headed dragon in front of him was the young man disguised as a human in the real world just now.
What made him even more unbelievable was why the other party could use the sleep and nightmare spells that only the dreadlord could master? What was going on with this huge dragon form?
You should know that the dream projection created by this spell is not fabricated out of thin air, but is closely related to the strength of the caster.
There is no way a normal dreadlord could create an image like Sargeras.
Therefore, the huge dragon form before us means that in that seemingly fragile human body, there is actually a monster that is so powerful that it is unimaginable.
But according to the records of the Burning Legion, there are obviously no such creatures in Azeroth.
Whether it is the five guardian dragons blessed by the Titans, or the first dragon king Galakrond, who has the title of "Father of All Dragons", they are far from the five-headed dragon in front of them.
"monster?
No, no, no, I'm not a monster.
This is just one of the many variations I have mastered.
Now, let me take a good look at the knowledge and secrets hidden in your memory."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si used his huge dragon claws to grab this dreadlord, who was extremely terrifying in the eyes of ordinary people in Azeroth, in his palm like grabbing a small insect.
Relying on the control of dreams through sleep magic, his own god-like willpower, and countless knowledge of mind magic, he peeled off layer by layer and shattered the latter's psychological defenses.
In just a few minutes, Mal'Ganis's thoughts and memories were completely exposed, even the deepest secrets were no exception.
"Well - first let me see what you can do.
Shadow bolt, mass shadow bolt, rotten bee swarm, corrosion, curse, life and mana drain, shadow strike, fel strike, mind control, memory tampering, soul possession, undead transformation, magic teleportation, summon swarms of imps and hellfire golems...
Wow, he knows quite a lot. It looks like he can enrich the arsenal of this temporary body a little bit.
Moreover, the magical kingdom of Dalaran should be quite interested in shadow and necromancy magic.
Especially the secret about the creation of the magical plague.
Perhaps I could even make a deal with them for knowledge of arcane magic."
Zuo Si was like a dry sponge, madly absorbing knowledge and transforming it into magical power to strengthen himself.
Although there are countless dreadlords like Mal'Ganis in the Burning Legion, they are still a delicious meal for him who has just arrived.
Through these magics and knowledge with complex origins, Zuo Si quickly constructed the basic concepts about the three energies of shadow, evil energy and death, as well as their respective characteristics, and the things to pay attention to when manipulating and constructing spells.
You should know that in the human world, any of these three is a taboo.
Not to mention studying in public, even if great masters conduct research in private, they may face extremely serious consequences.
But this theft did not last long.
It wasn't long before Mal'Ganis used the Dreadlord's innate mental strength and talent to forcibly break free and expel Zuo Si who had invaded his dream.
When his consciousness returned to the real world, an undisguised look of fear appeared on his pale and ugly face, and he asked in a stern voice: "What did you just spy on?"
"Nothing, just some knowledge related to magic.
Don't worry, I'm not interested in your little secrets.
Nor does he care about the Lich King's plan to corrupt Prince Arthas, or the invasion of the Burning Legion.
Also, since you have never been loyal to either of the above two forces, why can't we reach some cooperation?
after all……
Dear Mal'Ganis, you don't want the secret of your master to be exposed to the world, do you?
Imagine how Kil'jaeden, Archimonde, and Sargeras would react if they discovered the secrets of the Nathrezim and your role in the Legion? Would your hidden master be able to withstand the wrath of the Burning Legion and the Dark Titan himself?
How will he deal with you, a fool who failed to keep a secret and ruined the whole thing?"
While saying this, Zuo Si took a step forward after each sentence.
Although the human body seemed so small and fragile in front of the Dreadlord, when the distance between the two was shortened to a certain extent, it was the latter that kept retreating and showed panic.
There is no doubt that after grasping the opponent's fatal weakness, he finally showed his devilish side.
Coercion! Inducement!
Coercion!
By repeatedly emphasizing and grasping this weakness, the target is forced to submit to one's will, and then gradually compromise and give in until the target falls completely into the abyss and there is no turning back.
"You are playing with fire! No matter who you are, if you dare to reveal this secret, all of us Nathrezim and the Master will hunt you down to the end of the universe at all costs."
Mal'Ganis suddenly stopped retreating, opened his big mouth full of fangs and let out a weak roar.
"Hahahaha! Chasing me to the end of the universe? That's really scary!
I was almost frightened to death.
But what would you do if I came from another universe?
I believe you should have felt it, right? The human body standing in front of you at this moment is just an insignificant container of my consciousness.
Even if you destroy it, you can't hurt me at all.
At that time, I just need to find a container to appear in front of the world again.
So your threats are both ridiculous and lack deterrent effect.
Now, I give you ten seconds to think and then make your fateful decision.
Remember, don't play tricks, because you only have one chance."
After saying this, Zuo Si's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing undisguised mockery and amusement, which formed a sharp contrast with the Dread Lord's nervous and flickering eyes.
It was as if he was the Lord of Dread who was truly good at playing with people's hearts and human nature, while the other party was a weak mortal lying on the chopping block, waiting to be slaughtered by him.
silence!
Terrible silence!
At this moment, Mal'Ganis had no desire to attack at all, even though he could tear apart this seemingly fragile human body with just a wave of his claws.
He understood that killing the other party would be of no help at all and would only make the situation out of control.
No Nathrezim could afford the huge and unknown risks that came with exposing their master.
Mal'Ganis spent the longest ten seconds of his life hesitating and struggling. Then, like a defeated rooster, he said dejectedly, "What do you want from me?"
Seeing that the Lord of Fear had surrendered, Zuo Si's smile widened, and he answered directly: "It's simple, I hope that while you can serve your master, you can also collect and pass on some intelligence for me.
Including Lich King Ner'zhul's plans and his research on necromancy and necromancy; the strength of the Burning Legion's invasion of Azeroth, the commander's name, personality, abilities and common tactics;
Finally, there are the coordinates of the planet Argus in the universe, as well as the Legion's fel magic and technology.
As long as your work efficiency satisfies me, the secret of the master behind you will not be leaked, at least not from me.
And don't try to find other people of the same kind to discuss countermeasures.
Because this is also prohibited.
I would regard any disclosure of information about me or the content of our cooperation as a violation of the contract that has been reached.
If you agree, let's shake hands."
After saying that, Zuo Si took the initiative to stretch out his right hand.
Obviously, although these demands sound excessive, they do not actually touch the bottom line for the Dreadlord.
After all, neither the Lich King Ner'zhul nor the Burning Legion are their true objects of loyalty.
So although it is harsh, it is not unacceptable.
At least it is much less serious than the consequences of exposing the mastermind behind the scenes.
"Okay, I agree. I hope you can keep your promise."
After quickly weighing the pros and cons, Mal'Ganis had no choice but to stretch out his huge claws and gently hold the fragile human hand in front of him.
When the two hands touched, a dazzling light suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
He immediately felt a sharp pain radiating from his body to his soul.
In the blink of an eye, a mysterious symbol was imprinted on the palm of his hand, emitting a completely unknown but extremely evil aura.
Out of vigilance and caution, the Dreadlord immediately turned his right hand and shouted, "What did you do to me just now?"
"Nothing much, just a way to make sure you don't do anything behind my back.
After all, the Nathrezim are notorious, and even caused the fall of a powerful Titan through conspiracy and trickery.
I have to be careful.
Okay, let's end our conversation tonight.
You will continue to lure Prince Arthas toward his self-destruction tomorrow. It would be a pity if you were killed accidentally because of your serious injuries."
After saying this, Zuo Si didn't give the Lord of Dread any chance to ask more questions. He used the teleportation magic he had just learned in front of him and disappeared on the spot.
“This…what is this?!”
Mal'Ganis was shocked beyond words.
He obviously recognized that this was not the magic teleportation used by the humans and high elf mages of Dalaran, but another method of teleportation used by himself.
The difference between the two is that the former is relatively low-level and requires the establishment of a spatial anchor point in advance to achieve accurate transmission.
This is why humans and high elf mages generally use teleportation magic, and can only teleport to designated locations in important cities such as Dalaran, Ironforge, Stormwind City, the capital of Lordaeron, or some majestic wizard towers.
Because only these places have space anchor points, long-distance and precise transmission can be achieved.
Only a very small number of great wizards can rely on their in-depth research on arcane energy to teleport between any two points without worrying about falling from a high altitude, sinking to the bottom of the sea, or embedding in stones or trees due to errors.
But the teleportation magic used by the dreadlords originated from the Burning Legion, taught by the dark titan Sargeras, and improved by the Eredar who possessed great strength and magical talent like Kil'jaeden, so there is no need to worry about making mistakes.
It can even be used in conjunction with the Legion Portal to achieve instantaneous long-distance teleportation across distances of hundreds or thousands of light years.
Being able to use this teleportation magic means that you can use the Legion Portal without any obstacles to reach any planet invaded, occupied, or destroyed by the Burning Legion.
That terrifying learning ability and keen perception of magical energy once again confirmed to Mal'Ganis that Zuo Si was definitely some kind of existence far beyond his understanding. Perhaps, like his master behind the scenes, the dark titan Sargeras, he possessed the power to stand at the pinnacle of the universe.
He wanted to tell the other dreadlords the news immediately and remind his compatriots to be careful.
But every time this thought came to my mind, that tingling feeling would quickly surge into my heart, like some kind of warning, and like a reminder that I was being stupid.
After trying several times, Mal'Ganis finally understood why the other party was not worried at all that he would lie or betray him.
As long as the mark on the palm of his right hand exists, he will not be able to break free from its control and cannot even reveal these secrets to anyone.
In order to relieve the depression caused by the threat in his heart, the dreadlord flew into Stratholme under the cover of night and rushed directly into a building that was sealed from the inside, slaughtering all the survivors hiding inside and devouring their vitality and mental strength.
After his injuries were fully recovered, he returned to the Spirit Tower to prepare for tomorrow's action.
It has to be said that there is a reason why the Dreadlord can be highly valued by the Burning Legion and even climb to a high position.
Unlike other demons who are easily caught up in rage, bloodthirstiness, and excitement of destroying everything, they are always the most rational and are rarely swayed by emotions such as anger, hatred, and shame brought about by failure.
Even if you encounter setbacks, you will quickly recover and continue to make plans.
In fact, in Mal'Ganis's mind, he had already begun to plan how to fight back through a series of conspiracies.
But before that, he needed to gather more information to confirm what the other party was, and then he could find its weaknesses and make corresponding plans.
(End of this chapter)
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