Chapter 459 The Traitor (Part 2)

The space is filled with creatures. In the innermost are Desirok, the three Fear Lords and Rocky, and outside are the layers of undead under Rocky and some demon hunters sent by Richard.

"Is that all you can rely on?" Desirok was still so arrogant. In his opinion, no matter how many of these rubbish there were, it would be useless. He could easily kill them all with a wave of his hand. However, this time the "rubbish" was not real rubbish.

With a "swish", the sound of a sharp blade cutting through the skin, Desirok looked at the dagger protruding from his chest in shock. Just as he was about to open his mouth, the gushing blood blocked his mouth. It didn't take long for the poison on the dagger to end his life.

Varimathus and the other Demon Lord of Fear were afraid to move for a moment. Varimathus immediately used his brain to analyze the current situation: the enemy had a poison that could kill them instantly, so they could not act rashly. Now the first priority should be to ensure their own lives. From what Rocky said before, Rocky should want to establish himself as king, so why not give it a try?

"Rocky, we are all companions, why make such a fuss."

Rocky smiled: "Companions? Have you ever considered me a companion? You guys who think highly of yourself, don't you think of me as your slave? Humph! You didn't expect this to happen?"

The air suddenly froze, and a drop of sweat even fell on Valimasas's head. After about a minute, Rocky opened his mouth again: "Originally, I should have killed you, but I am willing to give you a chance to serve me, otherwise, you will become like this guy."

Following the direction of Rocky's mouth, Valimas looked at Deselo's appearance, and now his body had begun to rot. When he raised his head, Varimathus was smiling. He said to Rocky with this smile: "Of course, I am willing to serve you."

The last fear demon, Banazhar, also quickly replied: "I am willing to do the same, my new master."

"Very good, you can live now." Rocky, who had been under someone else's command for a long time, knew that strong power could make people surrender. He also knew that these surrendered people would not always be in the same mind with him. Maybe one day they would rebel against him, just like he wanted to get rid of Richard's control now.

"Rocky! What are you doing? The order of the director is to kill them!" Rocky's actions made the soldiers sent by Richard very dissatisfied. These soldiers were all agents of the Section Chief Security Bureau established earlier, and the director was naturally Richard.

"But I want to keep them here, do you have any objections?" Rocky crushed a glass ball in his hand, and the undead immediately rushed over and disarmed all the security agents. No one was injured in the process. Rocky

wanted to get away from Richard, and he didn't want to have a head-on conflict with Richard. After fighting together for so many years, Rocky still knew what kind of strength he was. What he pursued was the absence of constraints from above, that is, his status should at least be equal to Richard's...

"Now, no one can stop me from establishing my own power in this ruin. But before that, there is something I need to give to Richard..." Rocky walked to Deserok, took out a dagger and cut off his head directly. Holding the fresh demon head, Rocky looked at Varimathas and Barnazar, "You also need to produce something to prove your identity. If you don't, Richard will send more people to kill you."

Varimathas and Barnazar looked at each other, and finally agreed to Rocky's suggestion. Judging from the order of surrender, the two people contributed different things. Varimathas only gave his nameplate, but Barnazar had to give up one of his demon horns.

After having one of his horns forcibly broken off, Barnazzar dared not speak out, but Loki liked his attitude very much. The slaves sang, and the people who had been oppressed now oppressed others without mercy. This feeling made Loki very comfortable.

After their identities were verified, these things were quickly transmitted to Richard. Richard checked them and confirmed that they were indeed from the Lord of Fear, so he stopped looking at them carefully.

"Why aren't you leaving?" Onyxia didn't want to stay in Northrend anymore. This place was cold, and hunger was really uncomfortable.

Richard shook his head: "The third stage has just begun."

"The third stage? Didn't you tell Loki that there are only two stages?"

Richard smiled at Onyxia: "Of course I didn't tell him the complete story. I won't trust him completely. Just like he won't trust me."

Onyxia was a little dizzy and asked directly: "What is the third stage for?"

"Deal with a person, that person's name is Arthas!"

Richard's next target Arthas has now arrived in Northrend.

Arthas was deeply moved when he set foot on the land of Northrend. Northrend did not make Arthas feel disgusted. On the contrary, he felt like he was going home. As the coast came into view, Arthas thought back to when he first came here, heartbroken by the betrayal of Jaina and Uther, and even more painful for what he had been forced to do in Stratholme. So much had happened since then, it seemed like a lifetime, centuries even. He had come here with a vengeance to kill the demon lord who had transformed his people into zombies, killing many of his compatriots. And now, he himself was the master of those zombies, an accomplice of Kel'Thuzad, and a loyal lackey of the Lich King. It was strange that fate could be so tortuous, and fate was always so interesting, and he ended up becoming the person he hated the most.

He felt cold then, but now he felt nothing. The same could be said of his devoted followers; death had dulled their senses. Only the living necromancers needed to dress warmly when they dropped anchor, to protect themselves from the shrieking wind and the slow-falling snow.

Arthas stepped stiffly from the rowboat to shore. He might not have felt the cold, but his strength and stamina had sapped him. As soon as his feet touched the ground, Arthas felt his presence, the Lich King. Not just in his mind, not just through Frostmourne's conversation with him, to Northrend, the runeblade's faint gleam brightened just a little. Arthas could sense his master's presence here, something he had not been able to perceive before. In addition, there was a tingling feeling of a certain threat coming, which made him feel uneasy...