Using dark wisdom to trick a madman into sending him to death is somewhat unacceptable.

But that is the moral standard of normal people, and naturally it cannot be applied to warlocks, in fact, this group of spellcasters who play with evil energy have no so-called "moral standards" at all.

The Fear Rift does not have night and day in the traditional sense, the demons have used their own means to build a canopy full of evil energy in this shattered land, so that this land exposed to the stars maintains a high concentration of evil energy, ordinary people can't even live here for an hour, but for warlocks, this place is simply like heaven.

Karidus, the Worm Whisperer, had just taken a shower and changed his clothes, the rags he had wrapped around his body were not clothes at all, and after eating and drinking, the poor creature who had been abused for hundreds of years fell asleep for the first time in a warm and comfortable state, without worrying about being woken up by terrible hunger or being beaten up suddenly.

Because it has friends... A group of new friends who are strong and willing to breathe their breath for it!

There was a contented, silly smile on the ugly fellow's face, as if all the demands of the sad life had been met, and the smile of satisfaction was so full that the face looked less hideous.

Karidus fell asleep, he didn't think much about it, but his "new friends" couldn't just fall asleep, they came with a mission, and if it didn't work, according to Kel'thugad's methods, they would never want to sleep for the rest of their lives.

Because of the appearance of the madman bug whisperer, the original plan of assault was naturally listed as the second choice, but now the four warlocks were worried about whether Karidus, the worm whisperer, could do what they needed it to do.

"I don't doubt the determination of that bug-talker, its past can't be faked, it was mistreated like that, no matter how cowardly the soul would fight back, not to mention, it still has demonic blood flowing in its body."

The black-haired warlock glanced at the sleeping Wormwhisperer, and said with a gloomy expression:

"I'm just skeptical of Karidus's abilities, it's weaker than the average bugger, any demon can rub it on the ground, and it's just a purely mental problem, but there's nothing wrong with intelligence, it's hard to say when its brain turns around and realizes that we're actually sending it to death, that's not good."

"So we need stronger control."

The vicious High Elf Warlock Simfer's beautiful eyes flashed with a glint as she threw a rune soul crystal used for bondage, contract, and enslavement on the makeshift table, the green crystal danced with a strange light, and the other three people at the table knew what Simfil meant.

But knowing doesn't mean they will follow Simfil's train of thought.

"You want one of us to enslave Karidus?"

Yubeka glanced at Simfer, who shook her head:

"Not slavery! Karidus's mental state is deranged, the spell that enslaves the demon is ineffective against it, and it is a worm whisperer, even if it is enslaved, it can unravel itself, so we must use a deeper and more effective means... Indenture! ”

"Turn this worm whisperer into someone's contract demon, the real soul is connected, and you don't have to worry about it being bad."

Simfer's suggestion silenced all three warlocks.

Enslaving demons and contract demons may sound similar, but they are very different ways.

Enslaving demons is to forcibly turn demons into their own soldiers, whether the demon is alive or dead, the warlock will not be affected, but relatively speaking, the demon in the state of slavery has no loyalty at all, as long as the enslavement spell is destroyed, those demons will draw their knives and slash at the warlock himself as soon as possible.

But contracts are different.

Contract demons, is the warlock and the demon's soul together, forming a symbiotic state, because each other's souls are connected, so the demon hurts the warlock, it is equivalent to hurting himself, in this state, the warlock and the demon share the power together, grow together, the loyalty of both sides is very high, the demon will often die in order to protect the warlock, but the demon will not really die in this life, so after a period of time, it can be re-summoned.

But there is also a problem with the contract, the soul of a warlock, the number of contract demons that can be carried is limited, even if it is a gifted Kel'thugad, it is impossible to have unlimited contract demons, so for warlocks, every contract position on the soul is very important, only those most talented, the rarest demons, will be contracted by high-level warlocks.

Simfer's current proposal seems to be for the smooth progress of the mission, but in fact, it is also a vicious strategy used by this vicious High Elf to fight his companions, after all, the resources in the Black Scythe Council are also limited, and the others are weaker, and she can share more benefits.

Warlocks, that's a bunch of people who like to fight.

Xinfeier's vicious thoughts were seen through by the other three people at a glance, and the werewolf Xin Ning said gloomily:

"Do you think we're going to be so stupid? Who can you hide from your thoughts? It's disgusting to be the kind of person you have! No wonder Kel'thugad hates you, Simfer. ”

"Each other, each other."

Simfil didn't care about the stares of the other companions, she didn't care, and said almost shamelessly:

"Everyone here knows the risk, but we have to do it, and only the soul-connected contract can fully guarantee that Karidus won't turn back, so let's skip the pointless prevarication process and get straight to the point, who is going to take on this heavy mission?"

"Who can afford the risk of mission failure?"

Under the dim halo of the demon cave, the four warlocks look at me, I look at you, and finally the other three all set their eyes on Simfer, but the cunning high elf covered his mouth and laughed in a low voice:

"I'm sorry, but I'm not going to participate in your casting ceremony... Don't forget, I picked up Karidus! I've done enough to contribute to this task, and it's your turn now. ”

As soon as Simfer finished speaking, the werewolf warlock slapped two shining crystals on the table, and said in a deep guttural voice characteristic of werewolves:

"The souls of the two superior Evil Vein Great Flame Demon Infant Bodies! This is the price I paid, and now I withdraw from this choice! Whoever picks the next sign, this thing will be compensated to whom! ”

He looked at the necromancer Yubecca and the human warlock Kanressad, and he let out a strange laugh:

"Now, you two masters and apprentices can decide for themselves."

With that, the werewolf warlock stepped aside, becoming the second group of melon eaters, while Kanressad and Yubecca looked each other in the eye.

When the newly undead Eubecca was brought back to the Black Scythe Council by Kel'thugad because of her amazing talent, the Grand Karcist appointed Kanressad to be Yubecca's mentor, and Kanressad did not have much resistance to the Grand Karcist's orders, and the two got along quite well, but the relationship was good, and the current situation related to the future could no longer allow them to be emotional.

But the werewolf Sinning's approach gave Kanressad hope... Although Yubecca's strength has improved rapidly, she has been a warlock for a relatively short time, and she has no precious things in her hands that she can take, while Kanressad has some "good goods" in her hands, and as a mentor, Kanressad knows very well what Yubecca needs most now.

After a few seconds of confrontation, the human warlock took out a beautifully decorated book from his storage ring, it was made of the skin of some kind of beast, the metal frame was engraved with intricate magic patterns, and on the cover of the book, there was a constantly moving high-level eye demon's eyeball, which looked extremely evil.

"This was originally what I was going to keep for myself..."

Caressing the cover of the book, Kanressad said to the Eubecca:

"Every warlock should have his own copy of the Magic Book, this is the foundation for the next step, my disciple, I will give it to you now... You're welcome, take it. ”

Looking at the blank tome in Kanressad's hand, a flash of longing flashed in the eyes of the necromancer Yubecca, but then a trace of resentment followed.

She knew very well how precious Kanressad's Grimiard's Grimiary was to be a precious material that she could not collect in a short period of time, and it was indeed what she needed most, and with the help of the Grimiard, she would soon be able to rise to the rank of a true Warlock Master.

It is short-sighted to sell the future for the sake of immediate gain, but in reality, if there is no guarantee of even the present, there is no qualification to talk about the future at all.

This is what a good warlock must know!

The future is too far away, focus on the present!

Therefore, after weighing it for a moment, Yubecca took the tome from Kanressad's hand with a gloomy face, and she gritted her teeth and said:

"Put away your hypocritical expression, it makes me sick, well, well, I'll contract Karidus, but remember! Kanressad, Sinning and Sinfer... You all owe me once! ”

"This coordinate seems to be a little different from what I gave you."

In the bridge of the Evil Hammer ship, Demon Hunter Illidan sensed the coordinates entered by the Grand Karcist in the prototype of the Evil Stargate, and he asked with some confusion:

"Why not use the original phase coordinates? Can't you trust me? ”

"It's not that I can't believe it, Brother Illidan."

The Grand Karcist entered the obscure phase coordinates into the prototype, then inserted the Scepter of Destruction, which specializes in tearing through space, into the hollow of the prototype, and with a low hum, the machine that could tear through space and send warriors into the stars was set to work.

In the glow of the blooming dark green light, Kel'thugad whispered:

"I've only slightly improved the coordinates you brought to make them more precise, and this coordinate will send your ship to the edge of the Dreadrift, which my warlocks have told me is a desolate valley, and landing there will reduce the chance of being detected by the demons."

"And I think what you should be worried about more now than this machine is your recruits... They do have a good way of slaying demons, but the problem is, they've never fought in the stars. ”

"Don't worry about my hunter!"

Illidan retorted:

"They've slain more demons than you've ever seen, and besides, my demon hunters are inexperienced, but are your Dark Reapers? You are not creatures crawling on the ground... You haven't been to the stars either! ”

"Tsk, you really speak mercilessly."

The Grand Karcist snorted, and he turned his head to look at the nearly a thousand Dark Reapers, the official warlocks of the Black Scythe Council who had been assembled by an order from Kel'thugad last night, and their composition was extremely complex, encompassing almost any race that currently existed in the world of Azeroth.

Even the Boar Man Warlock has...

The dwarf and the tall minotaur stood together very incongruously, the chubby panda man and the slender night child elves stood together, and although they wore uniform black robes, they looked like a motley army no matter how they looked, and the haze and cunning attached to the warlock profession made these guys have no warrior posture, but Kel'thugad believed that this battle... The upcoming war of stars will determine who can stay, and those who should be eliminated.

War is like a whetstone, the best way to detect weapons, if you get through, you will become sharper, if you can't stand it, then the end will be very, very miserable.

Beside the Dark Reapers, there stood an even larger legion of demon hunters.

Illidan is a true man of action, and once he decides to join the Warlocks' war, he will do his best, and almost all the recruits in the training camp in Mount Hyjal are currently here, and compared to the ragtag army of the Black Scythe Council, the Demon Hunters are much more neat.

They are all elves, although there are branches such as Night Elves, High Elves, Night Elves, Syndra Elves, etc., but they are all about the same height, short, fat and thin, uniformly wearing battle leather armor, with black or red strips of cloth to cover their eyes, carrying moonblade-like war blades, no one speaks, cruel and efficient training, adding a touch of ferocity to these demon hunters.

This is an army that exists only to destroy demons! The most terrifying legion!

However, Illidan's inner thoughts are similar to those of Kel'thugad...

Whether a soldier is good or not, except for the test brought by the war, all other judgments are unreasonable.

The upcoming War of the Terror Rift will temper Illidan into sharper and deadlier steel knives, while those weak will be quickly washed away by the brutal war and become the victims of Illidare's rise...

This sacrifice is necessary for the sake of victory!

"Get ready!"

At the scream of the dwarf warlock, a dark green pillar of light quickly erupted from the energy emitter of the prototype, and then, like a dazzling light curtain, completely enveloped the entire Evil Power Mallet, which had barely recovered its flight function.

The dark warriors of Azeroth are already standing at the gates of a new world, and they only need to touch it lightly, and a new world, a new battlefield for them to gallop on, will open up before their eyes...

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