Oryx looked back in a daze.

The thick ice prison was close in front of him, with a suit of black armor frozen inside, and in front of the ice cube, there sat an old orc in a coarse linen robe with a skull-like white oil paint on his face, and a rugged staff lying horizontally on his lap.

Here is Icecrown, the Frozen Throne; This is the spirit world of the Lich King Naozu, and that old orc is Naozu himself!

Oryx came to his senses.

Thinking of the signs before he fell unconscious, he was afraid that the Lich King had pre-set some kind of spell in his body in order to drag himself into this spiritual world—he couldn't tell if this was an illusion or the mental space of Nao Zu.

Did Baron Rivendell come to the door? It is clearly a tool that is used to smash the Yellow Dragon. Oryx felt a little bitter in his heart, and suddenly realized that he had underestimated the horror of this real world after all.

"Your soul is special, I've never seen anything like it." The old orc said in a hoarse voice, looking full of interest.

His hair was about to fall out, his teeth were uneven, yellow to black, as if he was about to die, but there was an abnormal sense of restraint in his demeanor.

Oryx glanced at his hands and saw that there was flesh in the void soul. There are countless blood vessels in the body, but what flows inside is not blood, but golden quicksand.

There was still the Codex of Time hanging beside him, but in the spirit state, this heavy and strange book also turned into a pure golden light, and there was also quicksand flowing in it.

He looked up in confusion and saw that Neozu didn't seem to notice the book's existence.

"You know my full plan, but what's the use of that? My mental power is endless, and the speed of my thinking is unmatched...... Even if the plan is full of losses, I can still use the alternative plan; If the alternative plan fails, I can still develop a new plan, and for me, this is just a game of integrating and sifting through the vast amount of information that the mortal spirit cannot hold, and constantly executing the optimal choice. ”

The old orc slowly got up and walked over.

"I don't believe you always anticipate my next move. I can't spread the plague in Lordaeron, I can also spread the plague in Kul Tiras, Gilneys, the Stormwind Kingdom, and even spend a little more time researching the plague against the dwarves, gnomes, and even the Night Elves. Time is just as important to me, but when it comes to the efficient use of time, you are nowhere near as good as my Scourge Legion.

My Scourge Corps is a sophisticated machine, far more efficient than a scattered Azeroth. While you're prevaricating and rearming for war, my Scourge has established itself in Northrend. Before you can assemble and have enough power to destroy me, the whole world will be reduced to a paradise of natural disasters. Give up your insignificant resistance, you will never be able to compete with me. Why don't you submit to me? I will be the master of this world, and whatever you want, I will be satisfied. ”

Eventually, the old orc stood in front of Orrix. Although his body was a little rickety, he was still nearly half a head taller than him, looking at him condescendingly, and the fiery light in his eyes was very strange, as if he was looking at a big baby.

"Your Excellency pulled me into this illusion just to tell me these great truths?"

Oryx calmly sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at his nose and nose, and entering a meditative state.

He didn't know how to escape from this mental space, it was useless to panic, he could only hope for people outside. Maybe his body has been sent by Ronin to the Chapel of Light's Wish or Dalaran, surrounded by a group of heavyweights, trying to save his rooster who can lay golden eggs.

Naozu wanted to talk, but he was happy to see it.

What's more, it is not possible to say that it is the limit to pull yourself into the illusion or spirit world, or rather, the spell cast with the help of Baron Rivendell's body is at most like this, and you can't do anything further to yourself.

Otherwise, if you directly bewitch yourself and control yourself, it will be over, and you will not use nonsense.

Seeing him like this, Nao Zu's eyes flashed with appreciation, and he said, "You are very smart. But this is not an illusion, it is my mental space...... I really can't do anything to you, I can only tell you the most essential truth in this world - you can't fight me, so why bother to do useless work? ”

"You're underestimating Azeroth." Orix didn't lift his eyelids either.

"My army will not feel hungry and tired; I can deliver all sorts of commands to my undead in real time; The logistical supply pressure is also almost non-existent; For every one of you who dies, I have one more soldier...... How can mortals resist such an endless army of the dead? You're kidding yourself, kid. ”

Oryx must admit that Naozu was right.

At the war level, the Scourge is indeed a bug, and to some extent, its defeat after the third war is also quite a bit of a plot kill - who would have thought that Illidan would bombard the Icecrown Glacier with the Eye of Sargeras, causing the Lich King to be devastated? Later, Arthas returned, drove away Illidan's troops, broke through the ice, and became one with the Lich King. But then the goods fell into a coma, and they were in a coma for several years, which is the so-called fusion.

What does a few years mean?

It means that the mortal world has a chance to breathe, and it means that the Scourge Legion has missed the best opportunity to sweep the world when the mortal races are devastated by the Burning Legion.

If it weren't for that, the threat posed to Azeroth by the Scourges would be even greater, at least the Northland countries of the Eastern Continent north of the moat where the Sadol Bridge is located will fall for sure.

But then again, plot killing isn't part of the plot? Oryx was right.

Neozu did underestimate Ezios, at least he didn't know anything about the planet that gave birth to the Titan Star Soul, let alone the Guardian System and the power of the Guardian Dragon, many of the hidden facts that had become unknown to everyone in the past 10,000 years, he had not counted.

No matter how powerful the Scourge's troubles are, they will not reach the point of destroying Azeroth, and the magnitude of its disasters cannot be compared to that of countless years ago, when the Elder Gods swept across the planet and established the Dark Empire. Even if you take a step back, 16,000 years ago, Kihikx, awakened by the blade of the Saratas Dark Empire, gathered the remnants of the Yaki Worms, and set off a war of slaughtering mortal creatures throughout the world to meet the rise of the Elder Gods, and was not defeated by the trolls of that time? At this time, the Scourge Legion can't compare to the remnants of the Dark Empire that are all over the mountains, right?

"I admire you, and I know that those inferior ways don't work for you, submit to me, we will eventually become masters of Azeroth, and when that day comes, I will leave you a place by your side."

Naozu was still talking, not caring at all about whether Oryx had responded or not.

The old orc smiled: "Do you think the people outside can get you out?" Those humans know nothing about the realm of the soul, and by the time they find a way, maybe my army of the dead will have swept the entire world. ”

Oryx pouted, "What you can't do, for me, it's just a different place to meditate." Your Excellency can talk to me, maybe I'll be interested, and tell me how the Burning Legion crossed the river and demolished the bridge. You should not be thinking about how to attack Azeroth, but how to defend yourself after it is done—didn't you already have the heart to rebel? I think it's time to prepare, after all, the Nasrezm sent to spy on you aren't vegetarians. It's hard to say what Kil'Gardan left behind in your soul when he gave you necromantic knowledge. As soon as someone activates it, you're gone. ”

Nao Aozu's expression changed slightly, he didn't expect that the "prophet" in front of him would know so much.

"Or if I have a chance in the future, I can talk to one of the 'overseers' about it, anyway, there is a scam between the three of us, and I don't mind muddying the waters. Unless you kill me before that—at this moment." ”

Nao Zu narrowed his eyes slightly, and a dangerous light burst out of his cloudy eyes, but after a while, he suddenly smiled: "I can't kill you, you guessed right, in this consciousness space, I can't do anything to you, but ......"

The old orc got up and went back to his prison, and sat down cross-legged.

"You can still stay here for a few years. Maybe I can convince you, maybe you can't make it to the day you get out of it and go crazy, I don't care. At least without you, Lordaeron is bound to fall. ”

Oryx frowned.