"Hand over important items!"

At the entrance to the Dark Temple, the Minor Death Lord Thurek. Bloodeye said to the other minor lord who was guarding the temple gate today:

"Stuff from the Karazan lab, stuff from the Intelligence Agency's system."

"Oh, is it? You'll have to check it out! ”

Bell, the second-level Death Lord guarding the gates of the Dark Temple. Hearing that the goods in front of him came from Karazhan's lab, the Death Plague suddenly narrowed his eyes, and the tall orc waved his hand, and several Death Knights behind him approached the two heavy black metal containers with various detection instruments, and began to check whether the contents of the containers were safe.

This posture of strict defense surprised the orc Turek, who had not been to the Dark Temple for a long time, and he looked at Bell, who had served as the lieutenant of Lord Glokush of the Death Lord with him, he looked left and right, and asked in a low voice:

"Hey, Bell, what's going on?"

"Don't ask now!"

Torek's curiosity was stopped by a cold look from Bell, and after several minutes, after the Death Knights had fully confirmed the safety of the cargo, Bell. He was relieved to sign the manifest of goods and said to his friend:

"Don't mind, Turek, it's not aimed at you."

"Some time ago, several test samples sent from the Karazhan laboratory to the temple blew themselves up unguarded, although no one was injured, but the accident caused two unlucky guys to be sent to Draenor by the Judge Advocate Advocate for "dereliction of duty" to "retire", that is a lesson from the past, I don't want to be the next victim of the Judge Advocate General's show of his majesty. ”

While returning the signed slip to his brother, the sub-lord Bell complained:

"Everyone knows that those two guys are just unlucky, I heard that there are even lords who come forward to intercede for them, but there is no way, the rules are the rules, and from then on, anything that comes from Karazan will be strictly tested."

"Uh, okay."

The orc Turek shrugged, the Deathlord's secondary Deathlord of the Deadeye Clan, saying:

"Stand guard well, I won't bother you, by the way, at 9 o'clock tonight, at the "Thunder Tomahawk" bar in Dark Blade City, the old brothers in the clan are going to get together, and it is said that Big Brother Glokush will also come, I heard that it is related to the fact that the legion headquarters is about to start a big plan, in short, don't be late. ”

Turek's words made Bell's eyes flash with a gleam, and his fingers moved:

"So, there's going to be a war? Awesome! I'm dying of boredom standing guard here! Finally some fun. ”

"Don't worry, I won't be late!"

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"Ding"

With the crisp sound of the mechanical elevator door opening, escorted by several high-ranking agents of Salein, the two were escorted by the sub-lord Turek. The black boxes that Bloodeye had sent to the Dark Temple were pushed out of the elevator, and then at the command of Shadow, the two alloy boxes were placed in the center of the Dark Temple's top hall.

The black crate had no special signs on its surface, it was square, exuding the cold aura of steel, and its height was one-third higher than that of a living human, and it was not heavy, and a single agent of Salein could easily lift them.

"Alright, you can go."

After the alloy box was laid flat, Shadow reconfirmed that the box was not leaking or out of control, and with a wave of her hand, the silent and gloomy agents immediately left, moving swiftly and calmly, demonstrating the skill of the Darkblade agents.

Shadow didn't immediately open the two alloy crates, and when she was alone, Shadow relaxed slightly, standing at the edge of the top hall, looking down from the metal platform with no railings, it was the night of the Broken Isles, and she looked down from the edge of the dark temple that was silently suspended above the clouds, through which she could faintly see the dark mountains below.

There are no lights, and compared to the federal cities that are always lit up at night, this place is like a real wilderness.

Standing in the darkness, the shadow lit a thin cigarette, and as the smoke drifted away with an eerie aroma, she reached out and took off her white mask, standing there like a sculpture.

She is a high-level undead with her own free mind, she occasionally recalls the past, or empties her brain, and uses it as a rest for her soul, a shadow, or called Nassa, she is a woman who has experienced a lot of things, has been engaged in dark work for a long time, and occasionally looks forward to the light, but Nasa knows very well that people like her will never live under the light.

It's not that they can't do it, it's that they can't adapt to the pervasive light, they're used to the shadows, and they dwell in them.

"I thought you wouldn't be so lonely..."

A cold voice suddenly appeared behind Nassa, but it didn't alarm the woman who was immersed in the memory, and Nasa didn't show aggression either, because she knew very well who was there.

Mavi, dressed in black uniform, stepped out from behind Nassa, she tucked her hat under her arm, and with a little presumptuousness, she stretched out her fingers and picked them at Nassa's smooth chin, and the elusive Director of the Darkblade Intelligence brought her pretty face close to Nassa, as if to kiss her, but as if teasing, she whispered:

"You're already with me, why are you acting so lonely? My little beauty..."

"Huh"

The cigarette that was about to burn out in Nassa's hand fell silently into the sea of clouds below, and the next moment, the tall Nasa stretched out her hand, grabbed Mavi's slender waist, and in a spin, pressed her boss against the steel pillar behind her, she stared into Mavi's eyes, and then kissed her on the lips.

"I'm not alone at all."

At the moment when her lips parted, a hint of slyness flashed across Nassa's face, and she whispered in the ear of Mavi, who was slightly panting:

"I'm just trying to get your attention... My little beauty. ”

"Ahem"

A sudden cough woke up the lovers, and the two leaders of the Darkblade Intelligence Bureau separated like lightning, and in less than a second they packed up their uniforms, they pretended to look elsewhere in embarrassment, as if to hide what had just happened.

A few seconds later, the High Lord appeared on the platform, his face calm, as if he hadn't seen anything just now, while Tyrion was thinking about something...

Shouldn't I hang a bell on my wrist, so that everyone will know before I arrive, and I won't see something embarrassing like I did just now.

Mavi and Nasa, it's not the first time they've flirted here.

It's not the first time that they've been broken by the big lord, how come these two guys who are obviously very sharp can't learn a lesson?

But covering up embarrassing moments for his subordinates is also what the leader should do, so the big lord didn't dwell too much, but walked straight to the center of the platform, he stretched out his hand and touched the two black alloy boxes, even through the heavy magic steel, he could still clearly feel the fresh life and soul stored in these two boxes.

He took a slight step back and nodded to Mavi:

"Open it!"

"Let me see what the Great Lich has done to these two poor test subjects... By the way, what are their code names? ”

Faced with the Great Lord's question, Nasa quickly replied:

"Subject 12-A, and Subject 12-B."

"Huh?"

Hearing these two strange names, the Great Lord immediately shook his head:

"What a weird and terrible name, let me guess, 12 represents the number of a certain experimental project, and A and B, probably the two lucky ones are the first and second successful materials in this experiment, tsk, what a lucky person to have survived Anastarian's experiment."

"Why are you so sure they're the first batch of successful experiments?"

Mavi looked at the Great Lord curiously, and she asked:

"Couldn't it be the great lich's random name?"

The High Lord didn't answer the question, and Nasa lowered her voice and explained to her superior:

"Because according to the trial habits of the Great Lich..."

"The failed material of those experiments is not worthy of a name."

As soon as Nassa's words fell, in the sound of the collision of gears, the metal shells of the two black boxes opened at the same time, accompanied by a pale white cold air gushing out from the inside out, and the test object in the alloy box, which was sealed in the whole piece of cold ice, finally appeared in front of the Great Lord's eyes.

They were unblemished, bewitching, with almost identical bodies, but with dark red and purple skin, and their faces were extremely similar, as if carved out of a mold, which meant that they were somehow related to each other, and these two ladies sealed in ice had a pair of anti-jointed legs and hooves that closely resembled those of the Draenei.

The Great Lord looked at the two experimental materials in front of him, a slight murderous smile flashed on his cold face, he stretched out his hand and knocked on the ice cube on his left hand, he narrowed his eyes and whispered:

"Hello..."

"Ereda's Twins..."

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During this period of time, the encounter in these few days was like hell for Queen Salorath, who was "notorious" among the stars.

When she was a pure Ereda, Queen Salorath, who believed in the Light, occasionally pondered the question of "Heaven and Hell", which was a question that belonged to the realm of theology, and there was no standard answer, and she and her sister once believed that the Heaven given by the Light existed, until the Dark Titan destroyed the entire world of Argus with evil powers, and after witnessing the catastrophe of the world's withering, the Twins did not hesitate to follow their mentor, Kil'Gardan, and joined the Legion.

On that day, after witnessing the world they loved burn in the midst of evil powers, Queen Salorath's reflections on "Heaven and Hell" finally came to a real answer.

Heaven does not exist!

Then the corresponding hell should not exist!

However, after 25,000 long years, she finally knew that she was wrong!

The real Hell exists, and it's in Azeroth, in the laboratory on the top floor of the mage tower called Karazhan, on the very clean metal test bench that is always wiped down, to be exact.

In the past few days, in that cold test bed, Queen Salorath had been dissected 126 times by the archlich Anastarian in her conscious state, and almost every organ in her body had been removed by the Great Lich who was more demonic than the devil, and in front of her.

At its worst, only one pair of eyes remained intact, and the rest of her body was "properly" placed elsewhere throughout the lab for 27 different experiments at the same time.

This is equivalent to her body at this time, which was re-stitched by the great lich in some way, but the problem is that perhaps the stitching technique of Lord Anastarian has become extraordinary, in short, when she was awakened from the slumber closest to death, Queen Salorath touched her body with both hands for the first time, she clearly felt the existence of all her organs, she confirmed in the most primitive way that her body was still complete, and her fire of life was still burning.

Maybe it was her delusion, but the world she perceived in her eyes seemed to be clearer than before.

"Hey!"

Just as Queen Salorath was stunned, a cold call woke her up from that daze, and the queen looked up and saw the great lord Tyrion standing in front of her, and the two strange-looking Salens behind him.

Just now, they saw how the crazy Eredar demon in front of them touched her body with both hands, like a woman soothing her desires alone...

But I have to say that except for the slightly weird purple skin, Queen Saloras's appearance and figure are perfect, so the previous scene can barely be regarded as... It's pleasing to the eye.

"Ahh

As for Queen Salorath, after the humiliating experience, she once again saw the culprit who had caused her humiliation, which made her wave her hands like crazy, and the endless fire of shadows wrapped around her hands, as if in the next moment, it was about to fall on the body of the Great Lord.

But at that moment, Tyrion raised his finger and flicked it lightly.

"Huh"

Queen Saloras, who had a hideous face just now, knelt down on one knee at the feet of the great lord at this moment, like the most docile pet, and all the aggression suddenly dissipated at this moment, and even the struggle in the queen's eyes was completely smoothed out at this moment.

It's like... It's like having a soul completely replaced.

But actually, no, this soul is not like what the Great Lord did to those Nasrezm, it is pure, it still belongs to Queen Salorath, but the Great Lich has used his exquisite "skills" to implant something else in this complete soul and body...

"It's so subtle that I can't even feel the change."

The Great Lord crouched down, stretched out his fingers, and picked up Queen Salorath's chin, he looked at those calm eyes, he felt the soul in the body in front of him, and he sighed in a low voice:

"He succeeded, he cracked the mysteries of memory and soul."

"Look, Darkblade's deadliest agent was born..."