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Illidan and Dick also set out, the former for his own mission and the latter for his own woman.

As Arthas said, they had no other choice.

Very aggrieved, but there is no way!

"The Lich King's undead scourge is a pawn of the demons in the world of Azeroth, but the Lich King is unwilling to be subservient to others, and the Great Demon Kil'Gardan also knows this. ”

As Illidan walked through the twisted woods, Dick followed him, explaining the relationship between the undead and the demon legions for the demon hunter who had been imprisoned for 10,000 years.

"Tikdios, the leader of the Dreadlord, and his subordinates, are the pawns used by the Grand Demon Kil'Gardan to spy on the Lich King, and the only connection between the Undead Scourges and the Burning Legion, Arthas is the right-hand man of the Lich King Neozu, and his words have actually revealed a meaning, the Lich King intends to part ways with the demons. ”

Dick twitched, "And the two of us, the same knife that Neozu used to borrow a knife to kill people, the best thing is that even if Tikdios is dead, the demons will not suspect the undead, and when the demons find out about the Lich King's betrayal, when they start a war with us, even the demons will not be able to divide enough power to destroy the Lich King who has completely controlled the dark power of Northrend." ”

Illidan's body stopped, and he shook his head,

"So, this is a maconstoire?"

"Yes, Yangmou, we knew that if we did this, we would release a wolf, but in order to fight the tiger in front of us, we had to put aside the threat of being bitten to death by the wolf, otherwise we would die with a wolf and a tiger. ”

Dick sniffled, brushed aside the branches in front of him with his hand, and saw the ancient fortress in the distance, Gardinar, where the demons had been entrenched for 10,000 years.

As mentioned earlier, 10,000 years have changed the whole world, and many places have been controlled by crazy magic and evil energy, such as Felwood Forest, but there is another reason why it is more dangerous here, and that is the demon of Gardnar.

These demons are not quite the same as the demons that can be seen everywhere in the Felwood Forest now, to be precise, they are a handful of demon deserters left over from the War of the Ancients, when the Well of Eternity exploded, most of the demons were blown back into the void, but there are still some talented guys left in this world.

At least Dick knew that in the four hidden places of the entire world, there were four high-level demons disguised as normal creatures wandering around, and they seemed to have become accustomed to the life of Azeroth for a long period of 10,000 years, and even when the demons invaded, they did not show their own faces.

Not to mention these strange demons, the demons entrenched by Gardinar are also remnants of 10,000 years ago, but after the demon army was blasted back into the void, these guys restrained their style of acting and shrunk their minions, but because Gardinar is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the demons have built a fortress called "Shadow Castle" deeper in Gardinall, so in the past 10,000 years, even the paranoid druids have not been able to get rid of this group of demons.

However, these demons hide themselves very well, in fact, except for the high-ranking druids of the Cenarion Council, few people know that there are demons here in Gardinall.

But Dick knew!

In fact, when he was playing Warlock, he didn't run to this place for the epic mission of the mount, and he also knew that the Shadow Keep, for the past 10,000 years, had become a paradise for the rats and dark walkers hiding in the shadow of the world of Azeroth.

Garrisoned here is a powerful Dreadlord called Bainholler, who has controlled everything in the underground world of the Shadow Fortress for the past 10,000 years, and even after the Burning Legion returned to this world, Bain Holler is also separated from his old masters, which can be seen from the demons of Gardinor Shadow Castle who did not join any of the legions that attacked Mount Hyjal.

Obviously, Bainholler is using this way to faintly show favor to his old rivals, and the druids are not all pedantic guys, so after the war broke out in full force, the demons were attacked everywhere by the druids, but on Gardinall's side, there were only a few symbolic raids, and from Garrod's mouth, Dick knew that these raids were even to cover up the intelligence transactions between the high-level and the demon king Bainholler.

This would have been unthinkable in the eyes of Dick before!

But when he was really in this world, he found out that there are freaks in every race, and the Demon King Bain Holler should be the freak in the demon race, it is not interested in conquest at all, and even the destruction in the bones of the Dread Demon King can be suppressed, and its only interest seems to be the Shadow Castle and the underground world itself that it has built itself.

Or does this demon lord really regard Gardinall's Shadow Castle as his home?

Bah!

Dick said that this statement was disgusting!

He preferred to believe that Bainholler was intoxicated with the taste of having mastered hearts and powers.

Don't underestimate Gardinall's Shadow Castle, in the current era when most of the eleven professions are in the ascendant, almost all the warlocks in this world have one connection or another with the Shadow Castle, if the dark world of Azeroth really has a big guy, then the Demon King of the Shadow Castle, Bainholler, is definitely one of the big guys hidden behind the scenes.

As the saying goes, it's better to be the head of a chicken than the queen of the cow, which is actually the mind of Bainholler. To be a mid-level commander in the Burning Legion, to be called by your superiors, to be tired of being a dead dog, and to think about destroying the world all day long, where is the pleasure of sitting in the comfort of a Shadow Fortress and watching hundreds of thousands of subordinates frantically kill each other because of one of your own orders?

Dick and Illidan waited patiently in the forest on the outskirts of Gardinall, and after ten minutes, a treacherous-looking green-skinned imp tore through the space and appeared around the two of them, and it looked around in a wry manner, and then coughed lightly, and then said to the two men in a very standard lingua franca,

"Ahem, at the behest of the great, evil, and despicable Demon King, Lord Bainholer, the lowly servant of the Demon King, Mr. Urdan, who has come to help your lord's warriors, are you the warriors of Lord Bainholer?"

Dick glanced at Illidan, the haughty demon hunter didn't look at the lowly demon imp, as if he didn't care to deal with it, the paladin could only turn around and look at the imp who called himself Urdan (forget that Urdan is an orc or an imp, here it is a imp. It didn't matter, Dick almost squirted.

This little ghost didn't know where to learn the problem, but he was still wearing a decent black dress, with three golden rings on his slender fingers, and a head that was a little huge compared to his body, and a pair of big eyes full of treachery, full of joy.

It seems that Bainholler is really enjoying life in Azeroth.

The thought crossed Dick's mind, but he wasn't bored enough to argue with an imp, so he nodded.

"If your master has an agreement with Arthas, then we are here for him. ”

Urdan stretched out his hand and touched his chin, it looked at Dick, and then looked at Illidan not far away, the little imp probably sensed the predator-like feeling on the demon hunter, it inadvertently, took a step in the direction of Dick, and snorted,

"Very well! Unlike those fools who only know about destruction, Shadow Castle is happy to see the stability of this world, so Lord Bainholler has decided to help you, in the deepest part of the Blue Fire Path, those stupid Sartre and Lord Bainholler's evil kindreds are corrupting the land beneath your feet, but they have not informed their masters of their actions, Lord Bainholler has decided to punish them! Follow me and I will take you there!"

Don't look at the weak imps who have almost no ability to fight head-on, but this special talent of demons determines that every warlock must find a way to sign a contract with a demon imp, they can manipulate space, for some powerful imps, tearing a portal is as simple as drinking water.

For example, the little ghost Urdan in the dress in front of him, he just opened his palm and swiped it to both sides, and a dark green portal unfolded in front of the two people, Urdan clapped his palm and said to Dick and Illidan,

"From here, you can go directly to the deepest part of the camp of the group of Sartyrs, but Urdan wants to warn you that although the group of Sartyrs is weak, there is a powerful Dreadlord there who is recovering from his injuries, and you probably have to work hard to get what you want!"

Illidan walked into the portal without saying a word, and Dick tried to follow, but was stopped by the imp.

"Hey, Paladin!

Dick turned his head and saw the imp's hand raised, and a black bead fell on the palm of his hand, cold, evil, but strangely did not cause the force of order to fight back.

Urdan drew another door in the air for himself to enter and exit, and he looked at Dick with treacherous eyes,

"You're different from all the paladins you've ever seen, so Urdan has decided to give you some benefits! With that bead, you'll be able to talk to Urdan, and Shadowkeep welcomes all guests in need, provided you survive this adventure, and you can afford to pay the commission!"

Dick was stunned for a moment, but after seeing Urdan leave, he still put the beads in his backpack, Dick didn't have a complete plan for the future, but that didn't prevent him from leaving a channel where he could obtain unique information, especially information on the dark world of Azeroth, after fighting with the Assassin Alliance, Dick needed such a channel.

However, after such a delay of more than ten seconds, when the paladin crossed the portal, he saw Illidan who was wiping the blade, and the corpses of a dozen satyrs that had been cut into dozens of pieces around him.

For demon hunters who sacrificed their eyes in exchange for the power to hunt demons, there was no difference between killing these low-level demons and crushing the little bugs.

"I feel it, the magic container is in the north!"

Illidan looked up, his eyes obscured by strips of black cloth looking in the other direction, "To the south, there's the smell of 'prey'!

The Demon Hunter thrust his blade back into his back, and he "looked" at Dick,

"You go get the containers, there are no strong enemies over there, I'll help you block them!, but remember, you only have ten minutes, and when the ten minutes are up, I'll leave immediately!"

Dick glanced at the steep mountain to the north, drew his blood-red battle axe with his backhand, took two steps, the golden flame on the battle axe, he pursed his lips, and rushed forward.

Behind him, Illidan moved his arms, then took off the samurai robe from his body and tossed it aside, his upper body naked, and the strange magic patterns that curved like scorch marks covered the body of the demon hunter like the coolest tattoos.

As Illidan drew his blade again, the magic patterns on his body lit up one by one, like the sharpened blades of a samurai, like arrows shot by hunters, and like the tusks of fierce beasts.

Facing the large group of demons that pounced on him from the other side, Illidan cracked his mouth, revealing teeth sharper than the other elves, and the bloodthirsty aura unfolded at this moment, and death opened its arms to the believers.

"Hunting... Here we go!"