Dressed in black, Kel'thugad listened to the man's words, took two steps forward, and his thin arm stretched out from under the black robe, and he nodded a few times in front of the man. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Soon, Blackmore saw that black gas appeared on Tyrone Bloodfiend's body, and a strong foul smell wafted through the main hall.

Blackmore couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose, but Kel'thugad seemed to be very happy, and the sound of his deep breathing came from under the black robe, which made Blackmore gag for a while. Kel'thugad said, "Ahem...... The disguise spell is so clumsy...... However, it is indeed the purest dead air. But pouring souls into dead bodies is just such a simple method, do you think it will attract me?"

Tyrone Bloodfiend was stunned for a moment, and his gaze drifted to Blackmore's body. According to the information provided by the castle owner, Kel'thugad's research on necromantic magic is limited to resurrecting rats into zombies. Blackmore was also a little nervous, after all, for those orcs, his only use was to be able to get in touch with Kel'thugad, the mage of Dalaran.

Blackmore's family was originally a great nobleman of the kingdom of Lordaeron, and their fief was located on the fertile and rich hills of Hillsbrad. However, in the territorial dispute between the Kingdom of Gilneth and the Kingdom of Lordaeron, Blackmore's father first provided the Kingdom of Gilneth with information about the army of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and then took the lead in taking refuge with the Kingdom of Gilneth when the army reached the Hillsbrad Hills.

Old Blackmore originally thought that he could rely on this merit to go further in the title and territory, but he didn't expect the situation to take a turn for the worse next, and the 20,000 so-called elite Gilneth Kingdom troops were defeated by the 3,000 Lordaeron Royal Guards, and the old Blackmore's ambition became a joke.

After that strife, although King Terenus did not retaliate against the Blackmore family due to his mercy, it was also fair to send the family who had betrayed the kingdom to a remote castle on the border with the kingdom of Stormgard. When Blackmore's father died, he always told his son to find a way to overthrow the rule of King Terenus, and this invasion of the orc army just gave Blackmore hope.

Blackmore was about to question Kel'thugad when the black-robed mage turned to him and said with a strange smile, "Ahem...... An orc godson can't satisfy you, do you still need to contact an orc friend? hehe...... Blackmore, your tastes are even more unique than mine!"

Tyrone Bloodfiend didn't have time to talk nonsense about Kel'thugad, and said bluntly: "Kel'thugad mage, we don't need you to do anything now, as long as you can guide us when we are under the city of Dalaran, and those weaknesses that protect the enchantment will be fine." As for remuneration...... You can get anything you want. ”

Under Kel'thugad's black robe, the hoarse voice was still very ugly: "Honestly, ahem...... I don't care who wins in the end, whether it's humans or orcs, they will eventually turn into a dead corpse. It's a pity that the chips you took out were not enough to attract me. ”

When Kel'thugard said this, Tyrone Bloodfiend was fully understood, and he quickly reacted to it. Tyron Bloodseeker took a quick step forward to grab Kel'thugad by the shoulder, and said, "In that case, don't think about it or go back...... Maybe Gul'dan will find a way to turn you into a servant of the Horde!"

Tyrone Bloodfiend's palm wearing an iron gauntlet did not reach Kel's shoulder, and in the next second, the black-robed mage had already appeared in another corner of the main hall, which was the mage's compulsory escape technique, "Flashing Technique". Kel'thugad's body soon glowed with a lilac arcane light, and the teleportation technique had already begun to take effect.

"Stop him!" Blackmore screamed, staggering to where Kel'thugad was. However, seeing that it was too late, Kel'thugad's face was shrouded in black robes, and he could not see the expression, but Blackmore could imagine that the face he had never seen before must be full of mockery.

"Ahem...... Blackmore, looks like I'm going to change sponsors......" A hoarse voice came from under Kel'thugad's black robe. Blackmore froze in despair—it was too late. "No, no. Tyrone Bloodseeker's voice sounded without a hint of emotion.

Suddenly, with a low roar of surprise, the arcane light around him was dispelled, and Kel'thugad opened his mouth, only to find that he could not make any sound - even breathing became difficult, and a palm made of black smoke condensed tightly choked the throat of the black-robed mage - he could not cast a spell.

Blackmore was stunned by this strange sight, but Tyrone Bloodseeker waved his hand casually, and Kel'thugad flew in front of Tyrone Bloodfiend as if he had been pulled in the air, floating in mid-air, as if he had been caught by some invisible enemy.

"I'm sorry, Master Kel'thugad, you can't get back to Dalaran...... Even if you can go back, you are not the same person you are now. "It seems that because of the ease with which Kel'thugad was captured, Tyrone Bloodseeker's words became more and more numerous.

"Not necessarily. Kel'thugad's voice sounded again, but it seemed to come from all directions. Tyron Bloodfiend looked at it, and there were already four "Kel'thugad" in the main hall, and he was only one of them. "Ahem...... Goodbye, Blackmore, and your orc friends...... Next time, for a mage like me, the ability to escape is always much more powerful than the means of attack...... Ahem, mirror image, the person who invented this spell is really a genius......"

Kel'thugad's voice grew quieter, and soon, one of the four black-robed mages disappeared into the main hall, and the remaining three mirrors were still there, but more like mocking Blackmore's approaching deadline. The former patron of Kel'thugad looked at Tyrone Bloodseeker with some trepidation, his voice trembling with fear.

"How...... What should he do? He'll definitely tell the mages about it when he gets back...... It's over, it's all over......" Tyrone Bloodseeker looked coldly at the muttering, earth-colored Blackmore, and said, "I'm sorry, Blackmore, you're useless now...... However, you are welcome to come to us orcs when you have no way out...... I'm going to treat you well...... Perhaps, your corpse can be transformed into a death knight like me!" With that, Tyrone Bloodseeker left the frightened Blackmore, turned into a cloud of black smoke, and disappeared into the main hall.

(Mirroring, Death Grip, and Stranding, readers who have played Mage and DK in World of Warcraft may be more familiar with it, it doesn't matter if you haven't played it, just treat it as an easter egg, the specific role and animation effects of these skills are basically the same as described in the text.) ）