Even if I'm dead, crushed and ashesed, and my soul nailed to the Ice Throne, I'll shout in Arthas's voice, "The Dreadlord is all waste"!

A three-way game, with each other's advantages and disadvantages, but the Lich King miscalculated.

In terms of calculations, the sleepless Naozu is on a par with the Elder Gods, and Kil'Gardan, who is far away from the Twisted Void, does not devote too much attention to Azeroth, and the Dreadlord is slightly inferior.

In terms of combat effectiveness, the Elder God in the prison and the Lich King in the monitored state are both dependent on the Great Legion to fight, and the Burning Legion Azeroth's sleeper troops have an absolute advantage, and both the Dreadlord and the Abyss Lord are first-class and capable of fighting.

In terms of intelligence gathering ability, the Demon King of Witch TV is obviously stronger than the Ancient MLM God and is greater than the Demon King of Fear Liars.

When Darkan handed the key to the Sunwell in both hands, Naozu thought he had won.

What is the purpose of forming the Scourge Corps?

To fight against the army of the Faceless of the Elder Gods?

To assist the Burning Legion in its destruction of Azeroth?

Bah!

To get out of this damn big block of ice, of course.

Taking advantage of Kil'Gardan's hubris, Naozu cleverly hides himself in the shadow of the Burning Legion.

When Draenor made a wrong move and lost all the games, Naozu personally sent himself and the Shadowmoon Clan to Kil'Gardan. So Kil'Gardan not only killed all the orcs who delivered them to his door, but also used their ashes and souls to make a lich.

Therefore, the body of Alsace is not inferior, but just a weak, helpless soul longing for freedom seeking liberation.

The Sunwell, though well covered by the High Elves, was too close to the Icecrown Fortress for Neozu to detect the existence of the Sunwell even through several powerful barriers.

Whether it was Lordaeron creating an undead plague and pulling the army of natural disasters now, or stealing the power from the Sunwell and then doing the opposite, it was only a means for Naozu to break free from the shackles, not an end in itself.

Carlos. The Silver Dawn formed by Barov is an all-round defense against the Cult of the Damned's experiments on the spread of the plague, and thinks it is proud.

But they don't understand that the Plague of the Dead is not simply virological bacteriology, but a special creation that mixes magic and curse.

In this regard, the Elder Gods have absolute authority.

Silver Dawn's belief that he would be able to slow down the outbreak of the plague by sniping at the Cult of the Damned God was a cognitive error in itself.

The causative agent of the Plague of the Dead comes from the gods of the ancients, and Naozu has simply modified its way of being and used it for his own purposes.

As for how Kel'thugad and Hilgai modified the undead plague to increase its destructive power, there was no difference at all for Naozu.

Because the Scourge needed corpses, not the blight of the dead.

Although from the moment the Lich King was born, the words "Erwuzai" were deeply engraved in his soul.

But before it made a full turn, the Burning Legion was the biggest backstage and help for Nao Zu.

At least when it comes to destroying the natives of Azeroth, the two sides have a common language.

Neozu had long since given up on being an orc, but that didn't stop it from using orcs again.

At the same time, the dark lines left by the Burning Legion after the failure of the last invasion, as well as those that took tens of thousands of years to infiltrate, can also be fully activated.

The Lich King couldn't find a reason why he would lose.

So, Naozu told Tikdios that this assistant and watchman that Kilgardan had arranged for him to be by his side, Carlos. Barov can die.

The key elements have been put together, and when Arthas, who has already wiped out the resistance of the Spider Demon Empire, returns to Lordaeron, the rebels gathered by Carlos are just in the air.

Silvermoon City, weakened by internal strife, could not withstand the attack of the Scourge.

Harnessing the power of the Sunwell, the Frozen Throne that imprisoned the Lich King's soul would be rendered useless, and Neozu would be able to mock Kil'Gardan as a fool when surrounded by the Scourge Legion.13

At the same time, if you attack early, you can also catch the ancient gods by surprise, and wait until the plan of the Eastern Kingdom is completed, and then attract the orcs to feed the blood of the demons, and the elves of Kalimdor will not be enough.

The Elder Gods have not yet truly escaped from their predicament, and in their own spiritual realm, the Scourge Legion is not afraid of the will of the Elder Gods, whether it is destruction or enslavement, it is an extremely advantageous choice for Nao Zu.

After uniting the power of all of Azeroth, Neozu was able to calmly plot revenge against Kil'Gardan.

After all, in the days of torture, Nao Zu also gained forbidden knowledge about the Twisted Void.

The plan was so beautiful and so seamless that Naozu even gave up reason for a long time and spent a lot of effort watching Carlos. The curtain call of Barov's life.

Tikdios, Valimas, Marganis, Memphestus.

The four Dreadlords hidden in Azeroth attacked at the same time, as well as the elite legion demons who have been teleported to Azeroth in this way for millions of years, as well as the corrupted forces in Alterac, plus the betrayal of those around them.

The Lich King Neozu can't think of Carlos. The reason why Barov was able to live.

What a long memory.

Although in the eyes of the people of Azeroth, the end of the Orc War was more than twenty years old.

But the torture suffered by Naozu in the Twisted Void stretched into the material world, no less than three thousand years.

The Lich King has long forgotten his hatred of the Azeroth Alliance as the leader of the Orcs, but it is always a pleasure to see his old rival in "historical memory" ascend to heaven.

Until......

"This ...... That's impossible! ”

"Retreat!"

"Ah~~~~~h

Received information that the Cult of the Cursed God was causing trouble in Keldaron.

Carlos struck decisively.

But when he arrived at the village where the intelligence had revealed, he was greeted by four Dreadlords, thousands of legion demons who had already turned into villagers who had already turned into the walking dead.

Because of the wrong intelligence, Carlos did not lead many retinues.

In the face of such a desperate ambush, it seems that breaking out is the best option.

Carlos' squires were ready to sacrifice themselves to make a way for the king to survive.

But Carlos couldn't help but laugh.

Not only did Carlos's retinue not understand why his king was laughing, but even most of the demons were bluffing as if they were their opponents.

Only Varimasas, who was almost "torn apart" by Carlos, felt a little uneasy.

Carlos laughed for a simple reason.

Because his body, the holy light in his body, and his stirring emotions are all telling, shouting, and telling him, you can do it, you can win!

So Carlos rushed forward.

Four Dreadlord kings, less than a thousand legion demons, and two hundred skeleton zombies want to kill me?

Reason tells Carlos that his future is uncertain, but his body tells Carlos that it's okay to go up recklessly.

In the frenzy of the battle, Carlos sensed the slightest incongruity.

But soon, the long-suppressed battle instinct filled Carlos's brain.

The inexplicably strengthened body showed unmagical combat power, and under the stunned gaze of his followers, Carlos slaughtered the Burning Legion's military power in Azeroth one after another, one after another, like an emotionless killing machine.

When half of the Legion demons were sent back to the Twisted Void by Carlos on their own, the four Dreadlords couldn't help it.

From the moment they met, the terrifying aura blessed by the four Dreadlords destroyed the morale of Carlos's side, and the soldiers lost the will to resist in desperation, just thinking about escorting the king to escape, and they lived up to their loyalty.

But who would have thought that Carlos didn't seem to be affected by the aura of fear at all, or that he was so frightened that he gave up on himself.

By the time Tikdios gave up looking for Carlos' psychic gap and prepared to physically destroy Carlos, the Legion Demon had already suffered more than half of his casualties.

"O Holy Light! That enemy is vulnerable! ”

While Carlos' near-miraculous bravery inspires everyone, the Dreadlords are gone.

However, Tikdios did not choose to fight hard with his mission, Varimatas was previously beaten out of the psychological shadow by Carlos, Malganis himself was not a martial artist, and in the end, only Memphistos went all out.

And then......

Then Carlos stepped on his chest and kicked his nose and cut his head.

A thousand hit one and half of them were counter-killed, will they play!

The remaining three Dreadlord also felt the fear at this time.

"Withdraw, withdraw!"

Tikdios gave the order to retreat, and the Dreadlords turned into bats and fled in different directions, and the Legion demons who were left behind seemed to be in confusion as they looked at the commanders who streaked across the sky.

But Carlos, who has already killed the red-eyed, doesn't care so much.

It seems that a new legend will be created tonight.

Giving up watching the farce, Naozu fell into deep thought.

【Alsace, go to Kalimdor.】 】

Such a major setback, the waste of Tikdios disrupted Naozu's wishful thinking.

It must be removed first.

Otherwise, Kilgardan would not have let himself go.

The Lich King let out a reluctant howl from the depths of his soul.

"The Dreadlord is all rubbish!"