Nasrezm stepped forward.

Oryx, with a solemn expression, slowly retreated.

Nasrezm, also known as the Dreadlord. It is a primordial demon race that distorts the void, extremely powerful, and the top dark art master of the Infinite Realm.

Long before they were recruited by Sargeras, they were chasing planets corrupted by the light-dark induction parasitic community, sipping and studying the power of the Shadows.

Mastered in necromancy, evil magic, and shadow magic, they are the most knowledgeable masters of the ways of darkness in the Infinite Realm.

The knowledge of the Lich King's necromantic realm comes from this race. The sorrow of frost, which has left a strong color in the original history, is also created by them.

Each of them is a master of intrigue and has even sublimated it to the level of the dark arts.

Nasrezm regarded this as superior, usually behind the scenes, and never disdained to confront the enemy head-on.

However, this does not mean that they are not good at confrontation, and their abilities are similar to those of the Eredans, who have developed the most glorious civilization known in the infinite world, both before and after joining the Burning Legion.

Prior to the Third War, a significant portion of Azeroth's legendary heroes who had stood on the apex of mortals were no match for Nasrezm.

On the one hand, the reason is that this race is inherently strong. And secondly, if you are not the strongest of the race, you will not be sent to the planet Azeroth.

After the fall of Sargeras, the first thing he did was to recruit the Nasrezm clan into his command.

In the Burning Legion, they are high-ranking demons with a status comparable to Ereda "Manari", often holding high-level positions such as intelligence officers and commanders.

The wars they are responsible for often present a very different picture than the other worlds that the Legion is attacking, where they play with the natives of the planet at will. A single lie can divide an alliance, a deception can plunge a planet into civil strife, exhaust the target planet in internal attrition, and finally be decided by the descending demon army.

After the soul of the tortured Neozu was put into an ice cage and thrown into Azeroth, Kil'Gardan, who had planned the plot, also knew that Neozu must have rebellious intentions, so he sent Nasreizm to monitor the Lich King's actions.

Oryx understands that the Nasrezm in front of him is probably one of them...... However, no matter which one it is, it is far from what he can fight against now.

Maybe the Dreadlord in front of him is the mastermind behind this conspiracy that has brought humans and orcs into the quagmire of war!

While serving their new master, Nefarian, Victor Nefarios, the Blackstone Orcs still believe in their former demon master.

Since it makes sense to join forces with the Lich King, who is also a demonic servant, to disrupt the situation in the Northlands, it is equally reasonable that a Nasrezm, who was originally spying on the Lich King, came to take charge of the matter.

"Prophet, you don't know how much trouble you've caused our operations......" The Dreadlord walked gracefully and slowly, as if enjoying playing with his prey.

Oryx really wanted to say that the villain died because of a lot of words, but he didn't have the ability, and the gap in strength between the two sides was completely unbridgeable.

The Dreadlord is large enough to dwarf all of Azeroth's race of humanoid creatures.

On his tall body, which is more than four meters tall, he wears black armor engraved with demonic runes. The head has a pair of long horns, and the face is somewhat human-like, extremely pale, withered and wrinkled, like a dried corpse that has been dead for many years. The hands were covered with sharp, black nails, like daggers coated with poison.

"But you ended up falling into my trap. I thought you would be smarter, at least not risking your life. But it seems that your prophetic skills are not enough......"

No wonder there is always a sense of foreboding, it turns out that it is all a trap...... Oryx gritted his teeth.

He knew that the other party was afraid that Arthas, who was stimulated by the death of his parents, would definitely come to supervise the battle, and he, the hand of the king, would not turn a blind eye, and even considered the possibility that he would replace Arthas in battle......

In front of him was the most calculating demon in the universe, and it was arranged clearly, and Oryx was not surprised at all.

"Count, 'Saint', 'Hand of the King'...... What a dazzling identity, but it's a pity that it's all mine," the Dreadlord looked at Oryx, "help me take complete control of this land. You can't escape. ”

Occupy?

Oryx was miserable.

In the canonical history, what happened to Saidan Dasohan is about to happen to himself...... He didn't have to think about it to know what would happen to him, once he was occupied by a fear demon king, he was about to become more and more influential.

At that moment, the demon swung its claws forward, sending out a torrent of evil energy, flying and churning in the waves, and before it could get close, a fishy stench came to its nose.

Oryx, who had been prepared for a long time, plunged the [Imitation Solarion] into the ground, and the divine power of the Archangel of Courage radiated out, building a tough barrier, standing still like a rock in a flood, and the torrent of evil energy diverted to both sides, and the bats inside smashed and exploded on the barrier, and the evil power contained in it continued to annihilate the energy of the weapon.

With just one blow, the [Replica Solarion] was severely damaged. It's not that this artifact isn't powerful enough, it's that the imitation version only has the insignificant power of the original, and it can't bridge the gap between the strength of the epic and the legendary peak.

After the "rancid swarm", Oryx drew his weapon and turned to run.

"Interesting." The Dreadlord looked playful, as if he was surprised that this weapon was insignificant, but the power it contained was extraordinary. After a few leisurely steps, his body suddenly exploded into thousands of bats, and he instantly reorganized in front of Orrix, and suddenly another claw blow.

Oryx blocks with a gun.

Click!

Although the body of the gun was not broken, his hands and wrists made a crisp sound, obviously the wrist bone was cracked, and his knees were also weak, and he fell to the ground heavily, smashing the bluestone floor of the road into pieces, densely covered with spider web-like cracks.

That's the difference between the epic and the legendary pinnacle!

"Ahh Oryx let out a roar of rage, activating the divine energy in his body, withstanding the severe pain and stabbing the gun, and went straight to the opponent's crotch - it was not that he was a paladin who was insidious and cunning, but that the height difference was too large, and he could poke this vital point at the highest point when he knelt.

But the head of the gun didn't even enter the crotch, as if it had been poked into the air. In the next second, Nasrezm, who had a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth, slowly dissipated into the air, and it turned out to be a phantom!

He was alert, and stabbed back at the same time as the strong wind behind him hit.

But the big hand of the Dreaded Demon King had already firmly grasped his head, lifting him up all over. A large amount of evil energy entered his body along this big pale hand, and the obstruction of divine energy was of no avail, and it was completely annihilated.

An inexplicable feeling also rose from the depths of his soul, and he only felt sleepy, and he felt indescribably tired, his limbs were extremely weak, and he gradually lost the ability to resist. In a daze, he only felt that his soul was being dragged away from his body by something......

"Sleep, sleep...... I will inherit everything from you. Your kingdom, your people, will be led to the end of your life. Sleep ......."