Walking on the stairs in front of Violet Castle, Luo Ning, who was originally in a heavy mood because of the "prophecy", suddenly sighed and turned his head to praise Oryx, "Your performance is perfect, have you systematically trained your speech ability?" ”

"Not really," Oryx said very respectfully, "but thanks to Master Ronin for the reminder. If you hadn't reminded me of a lot of things, I'm afraid I would have been intimidated when I first met the council lords. ”

For Luo Ning, he is still very respectful. His previous kind reminder also made him very impressed.

"You don't have to be so polite. It's just a matter of a few words, and you're really good. The first time I was summoned to the council, I was shaking uncontrollably—excited, but also a little scared. ”

Ronin smiled, he had already thought that the so-called "prophecy" and Kel'thugad's betrayal were both Crassus's investigation and inconvenience in revealing his identity, and he instructed the young man to warn the world.

In this way, everyone is considered their own people - one has been "pitted" by Crassus, and the other is being pitted.

As for why Crassus didn't say it himself, he had to go around in such a big circle, Ronin didn't know, and he didn't want to know. Crassus always had his own agenda.

"Ronin."

At this moment, he suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him, and when he looked back, it was Crassus, so he asked Oryx to wait and walk back to talk.

……

"Okay, I got it. Ms. Jandis Barov should be a good candidate, and her daughter, Illusia Barov, also happens to be on a mission in Northrend. Don't worry, I'll arrange the staff. ”

After chatting for a while, Luo Ning learned that the Kenrito Council was to strictly protect (supervise) (control) Orrix.

There is no better candidate than Lady Jandis Barov, a master of the school of illusion and magic, whose illusions are so profound that it is difficult to tell whether they are real or false...... Of course, it's a big deal to say this, but if it's just secretly protecting (supervising) and investigating Oryx, it's even a bit overkill.

After accepting the contact mission, Luo Ning asked in a low voice: "Speaking of which, I can understand the intention of the council to investigate this young man, after all, the 'prophecy' is really shocking. But aren't you worried about revealing your identity after some investigation? ”

He also had good intentions.

Apart from him, few people in Dalaran knew Crassus's true identity, and he even thought that only he knew the secret. He was afraid that Dalaran would eventually go down the slope and get Crassus into trouble.

Although Crassus also had good intentions in hiding his identity, at this juncture, it is better to have more than less.

Crassus frowned and slowly turned his head to look at the red-haired mage, "What are you talking about?" ”

Luo Ning smiled dumbly, feeling very speechless about his mentor and friend, "Don't act, I guessed everything." ”

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Luo Ning was stunned, "Didn't you tell him those news?" ”

Crassus frowned, "No. ”

Ronin was dumbfounded, and his eyes changed when he looked at Oryx for a while.

"I thought you told him all the news, but is it a true prophecy? This...... It's incredible," Ronin muttered, before suddenly coming to his senses, "Okay, I'll investigate him myself." ”

Oryx, who was standing in the distance overlooking the scenery of Lake Lordamere, suddenly sneezed and rubbed his nose a few times. Not long ago, he was still in Northrend, but this time he returned to the warm eastern continent, alternating between hot and cold, and he suspected that he had a cold.

……

On the western outskirts of Andorhar, in a valley.

A cauldron was set up in the middle of the valley, and several iron chains the thickness of an adult's arm were tied to it, but even if it was so, it could not restrain the violent shaking of the cauldron. A thick green mist poured out of it, and the mere look at the color knew it was bound to be poisonous, but the humans who passed by and went in black robes and covered their faces with wide hoods walked through it with ease.

Pots of flesh and bones were poured into the cauldron and stirred with a long rod to make the green mist even thicker. Some people escorted prisoners who kept begging for mercy and threw them directly into the cauldron, and the pot did not even bubble, and dozens of people were not satisfied;

Others held piles of magic crystals containing arcane energy and placed them in magic circles throughout the valley to ensure that the hidden barrier above them continued to work, making this already hidden valley even more difficult to find.

This is the base of operations in Lordaeron, which the Cursed Cult has established after his secret return to Kal'thugad!

A middle-aged mage with pale skin, a bloodless face, and even his hair was so dry that he looked like a dead corpse, standing on a high platform overlooking the valley, looking at the acolytes coming and going, the hundreds of prisoners about to be thrown into the cauldron of the plague, and the mountains of grain, his eyes full of satisfaction.

He is Kel'thugad.

The former archmage of Dalaran and a former member of the Council of Six Kenrito, but now he has a new identity.

That was the Lich King's lieutenant, the first executor of his new master's grand plans.

All of these people in the valley were capable people sent by the Lich King to support his cause, and all of them were trustworthy, and they all possessed advanced necromantic knowledge that he once envied.

With them, although the Cult of the Curse is still in its infancy, and there are very few credible followers who are truly under control and will not lead to the uncovering of their master's plans, Kel'thugad believes that the future must be his.

After seeing true eternal life, and unprecedented learning, he had long since forgotten the regret of falling into the trap, and even thanked him a little, and his master had helped him to abandon mortal weakness, anxiety, and hesitation with appropriate compulsion.

"My lord, our operation in the Hills Bled Hills has been a great success, and some thousands of civilians have accepted the promise of 'eternal life' and willingly offered their souls." An acolyte came up behind him and said respectfully.

Kel'thugad nodded with satisfaction, and only commanded softly: "Continue to develop believers, but ensure secrecy." ”

When cornered, people will always desperately grasp the last straw, even if it is an evil force that they once dared not imagine, but it can help them out of a desperate situation.

Chaos, injustice, and poverty are the soil in which the cult of the curse can take root.

Today's alliance is a powerful force outside the league, and the tragedy of most casualties and disabilities of an entire generation, as well as the reckless use of force to fight the orcs, has exhausted its vitality. In order to keep the orc shelter running and to save money, the debt is high.

Just this year, the fighting along the Hillsbrad and Arathi Highlands by the fleeing orcs became the last straw that broke the alliance.

The shelters have all been breached, and the threat is imminent, even if the oil has long been exhausted, they can only desperately squeeze themselves in exchange for force to prevent the orcs from making a comeback.

Today's people in the north are struggling to make a living, and many civilians who once lived happily have lived a miserable life without food.

That's what it is......

An opportunity for the Cult of the Damned to grow.

Those who are poor are always the best to "save", aren't they?

"I can't wait for the conversion." A voice behind him said.

Kel'thugad turned around and said to his old friend, "Rivendell, it's not time yet. The master has put an opportunity in front of your eyes - you will bring the glory of the Lich King to your hometown and develop the Cursed Cult in the Stratholme region. If you have fulfilled this task, the Lord will grant you the land to become the true lord of the land and give you ...... True eternal life, and endless power! Go back, I've got everything arranged for you. ”

The middle-aged man who had been called Rivendell looked excited, intoxicated by the grand vision that the man in front of him had sketched for himself, and nodded deeply after a while.

"I will complete my master's task."