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 withstand 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.

一旦中招，那么接下来就会陷入无尽的噩梦，在梦境中被恐惧魔王反复折磨，直至彻底精神崩溃放弃抵抗。

通过该魔法，恐惧魔王们可以轻而易举入侵一个人的意识、记忆和思维，甚至是将其吞噬并取而代之。

不过玛尔加尼斯显然并不知道自己面对的可不是什么人类，而是来自另外一个宇宙巴托地狱的大魔鬼。

哪怕仅仅只是一缕意识，也足以抵挡免疫绝大部分的精神攻击。

当暗影能量进入左思体内的刹那，他非但没有陷入昏睡，反而迅速感应到了这种魔法的原理跟法术模型。

仅仅一秒钟之后便彻底学会，反手还给对方。

由于玛尔加尼斯完全没有预料到这种情况，更没有做出相应的防御，整个人的意识瞬间被拉入到梦境之中。

他只感觉眼前一花，便出现在一片赤红色的大地上。

远处不断喷用的火山群源源不断将滚烫的岩浆送入火焰之河中，那扑面而来的毁灭气息让这位恐惧魔王感到窒息。

突然！

一个遮天蔽日的身影从天而降，轰的一声落在地面上引发猛烈的震动。

甚至就连大地都已经撕裂开，从缝隙中喷涌出高温的液态火焰。

轰！！！！！！

凭借身后两只巨大的蝙蝠翅膀，玛尔加尼斯勉强维持住了平衡没有摔倒。

但当抬起头的时候，他完全被眼睛看到的景象震惊到说不出话来。

因为这是一条大到超乎想象的五头巨龙，甚至比燃烧军团中作为黑暗泰坦副手的基尔加丹和阿克蒙德还要大上不知道多少倍，每一个脑袋都蕴含着语言无法形容的威势与压迫感。

那种居高临下的注视和从灵魂中散发出来的邪恶，使这位恐惧魔王不由自主的颤栗。

足足过了一分钟，巨龙才突然咧开嘴笑着调侃道：“原来这个魔法还能放大目标内心之中的恐惧，让施法者在梦境中以最强大的姿态现身吗？暗影能量果然比我想象中要有趣得多。”

“是……是你？你究竟是什么怪物！”

玛尔加尼斯这会儿终于反应过来，瞬间意识到眼前这条恐怖的五头巨龙就是刚才现实世界中的伪装成人类的青年。

更让他感到难以置信的是，为什么对方能够使用恐惧魔王才能掌握的睡眠与噩梦法术？ 这个庞大无比的巨龙形态又是怎么回事？

要知道该法术所制造的梦境投影可不是凭空捏造，而是与施法者的强弱息息相关。

一个普通的恐惧魔王绝对不可能制造出像萨格拉斯那样的形象。

所以眼前这个庞大的巨龙形态意味着在那具看似脆弱的人类身体里，其实隐藏着一个强大到难以想象的怪物。

可在燃烧军团的记录中，艾泽拉斯显然并没有这样的生物。

无论是那些被泰坦们赐予祝福的五大守护巨龙，还是有着“诸龙之父”称号的始祖龙王——迦拉克隆，距离眼前这条五头巨龙都相差甚远。

“怪物？

不，不，不，我可不是什么怪物。

这只是我掌握众多变化形态中的一种而已。

现在，就让我来好好查看一下你记忆中隐藏的知识与秘密吧。”

伴随着最后一个字脱口而出，左思直接用巨大的龙爪向抓一只小虫子一样，把这个在艾泽拉斯普通人眼中可怕到极点的恐惧魔王攥在手心里。

凭借睡眠魔法对于梦境的掌控，以及自身宛如神祇一样的强大意志力，还有数不清的心灵魔法知识，他层层抽丝剥茧粉碎后者的心理防线。

短短几分钟的功夫，玛尔加尼斯的思维与记忆就完全暴露出来，甚至就连隐藏在最深处的那个的秘密也不例外。

“嗯——首先让我看看你都会些什么。

暗影箭、群体暗影箭、腐臭蜂群、腐蚀、诅咒、生命与法力汲取、暗影打击、邪能打击、精神控制、记忆篡改、灵魂占据、死灵转化、魔法传送、召唤成群结队的小鬼和地狱火傀儡……

啧啧，会的还真是不少呢，看来又能稍微丰富一下这具临时身体的武器库了。

而且魔法王国达拉然应该会对暗影与通灵魔法相当感兴趣。

尤其是关于魔法瘟疫制造的秘密。

我或许还可以与他们做个交易，换取奥术魔法方面的知识。”

左思就如同一块干涸的海绵，疯狂汲取知识并转化成为强大自身的魔法力量。

尽管在燃烧军团中，像玛尔加尼斯这样的恐惧魔王简直多不胜数，可对于才降临不久的他来说仍旧是相当美味的大餐。

通过这些来历复杂的魔法与知识，左思迅速构建出了关于暗影、邪能和死亡三种能量的基本概念，还有它们各自的特性，以及操控构建法术时的注意事项。

要知道在人类世界，这三种有一个算一个都是禁忌。

别说是公开学习了，就是大法师们私下里搞点研究，都有可能会面临极为严重的后果。

不过这种窃取并未持续太长时间。

没过多久玛尔加尼斯就凭借恐惧魔王与生俱来的精神力量与天赋强行挣脱，并且把入侵自己梦境的左思驱逐了出去。

当意识重新返回现实世界之后，他那张苍白丑陋的脸上浮现出了无法掩饰的惊恐，厉声质问：“你刚才都窥探到了什么？”

“没什么，仅仅是一些跟魔法有关的知识而已。

别担心，我对你内心之中那点小秘密不感兴趣。

也不关心巫妖王耐奥祖引诱阿尔萨斯王子堕落的计划，亦或是燃烧军团的入侵。

另外，既然你从来都不效忠于以上这两股势力，我们为什么不能达成一些合作呢？

毕竟……

亲爱的玛尔加尼斯，你也不想自己背后主人的秘密暴露在世人面前吧？

试想一下，要是基尔加丹、阿克蒙德和萨格拉斯发现了纳斯雷兹姆的秘密，以及你们在军团中所扮演的角色，他们会作何反应？ 你那位隐藏在暗处的主人是否抵挡得住燃烧军团和黑暗泰坦本人的怒火？

他又会如何处置你这个没能保守住秘密坏了大事的蠢货？”

在说这番话的时候，左思每说完一句就向前逼近一步。

尽管人类的身体在恐惧魔王面前看起来是如此的渺小且脆弱，可当两者的距离拉近到一定程度后，却是后者在不断的后退并表现出了慌张。

毫无疑问，在抓住了对方致命的弱点之后，他终于展现出了自己大魔鬼的一面。

威逼！ 利诱！

胁迫！

通过反复强调拿捏这个弱点，迫使目标屈服于自己的意志，然后一点一点不断的妥协退让，直至彻底堕入深渊再也没有回头路。

“你这是玩火！无论你是谁，如果敢把这个秘密泄露出去，我们全体纳斯雷兹姆和主人都会不惜一切代价追杀你到宇宙的尽头。”

玛尔加尼斯猛地停下后退的脚步，张开满是尖牙的大嘴发出了外强中干的咆哮。

“哈哈哈哈！ 追杀我到宇宙的尽头？ 真是好吓人呐！

我都快要被吓得晕过去了。

但如果我来自另外一个宇宙你们又该怎么办呢？

相信你应该已经感受到了，不是吗？ 此刻站在你面前的这具人类身体，只不过是我意识微不足道的一个容器。

就算你将其摧毁也无法伤到我一分一毫。

届时我只要在找个容器就能又一次出现在世人的面前。

所以你的恐吓既可笑又缺乏威慑力。

现在，我给你十秒钟时间思考，然后做出命运的抉择。

记住，千万不要耍花招，因为你只有一次机会。”

说罢，左思嘴角微微上扬露出了毫不掩饰的戏谑与玩味，跟恐惧魔王的紧张闪烁的眼神形成了鲜明对比。

仿佛他才是真正善于玩弄人心和人性的恐惧魔王，而对方则是躺在砧板上任由其宰割的弱小凡人。

沉默！

可怕的沉默！

此时此刻的玛尔加尼斯完全没有半点想要攻击的欲望，哪怕自己只要轻轻挥舞利爪就能撕碎这个看上去脆弱无比的人类躯壳。

他明白杀死对方根本无济于事，反而会让情况变得一发不可收拾。

没有任何一个纳斯雷兹姆能够承担暴露幕后主人所带来的巨大未知风险。

在不断犹豫挣扎中，玛尔加尼斯度过了自己人生中最漫长的十秒钟，随后宛如一只斗败了公鸡，垂头丧气的说道：“你究竟想要我怎么样？”

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 here.

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)