The mysterious city of magic Nehekala sits in a large oasis with excellent surroundings to the south of the ruins, and the pyramid-like temple is firmly rooted in the center of the city, and no one can imagine that it was pulled from the ground by magic, crossed thousands of miles, and flew directly here.

It's been so long that many nomads here have forgotten the origin of this "flying" pyramid, and its owner, but no one can forget it.

The great King of Spells, the powerful mage "The Endless" Verznan.

Today, the Black Pyramid belonging to Verznan has an uninvited guest.

Although the messenger of the Brotherhood reported his home, he was imprisoned by the chief priest "Master of Death" Nagash himself using the Prison of Bones, and was tortured almost half to death before he succeeded in conversing with this terrifying mage.

"So, little cub from Vulture City, what do you want to say?" A pair of glowing green soul fires burned in Nagash's skeletal skull, staring at the immobile messenger in the bone cage.

His voice was like dry and cracked bones rubbing against each other, piercing and sharp, making it almost impossible to tell what he was trying to say.

"If you can't say anything meaning-" he said, long white bony fingers piercing the courier's arm, nearly knocking the Brotherhood's backbone killer unconscious.

"Then I'm sure Lord Veznan, who is tinkering with the circle, will be happy to absorb your soul!"

In the face of such a threat to life, especially from the undead creatures who have no affection for humans at all, the messenger almost instantly explained everything he was told about, and even talked a lot about what he didn't think was important in order to save his life.

In fact, like the messenger sent to the Brass Throne, he was just a reckless man, and the gossip he had, Nagash, who had lived to a fine life, knew without judgment that he didn't need to report it at all.

Throwing the already frightened courier out of the pyramid, Nagash began to think about it all.

About "Immortal Old Joe", Nagash remembers it well. Fifty years ago, Old Joe had clashed with Nehekhara over turf, and when that conflict was about to escalate, his master, the mighty Weznan, got out of his meditation and personally teleported to Old Joe's territory for a secret negotiation.

In this negotiation, Weiznan paid a nine-ring spell scroll to avoid a conflict with the immortal old Joe. It's a strange thing, you know, whether it's Karn or the Brotherhood, Wiznan has always been resolute and uncompromising.

When he asked, Verznan, who was in a bad mood, only explained.

"There's something in that man's body, I'm familiar with it, it's dangerous!" Then he was once again caught up in the constant work of repairing the magic circuit, and no matter what he asked, he would not answer anything.

"Old Joe... Killed? Silently muttering, Nagash walked towards the top of the Black Pyramid, the Chamber of Veznan.

In his mind, his master was supreme and powerful, and even his own master was unwilling to provoke the existence, so he was killed silently, which made the bone priest feel deep fear, and decided to try to wake up his master first, and ask what to do.

Gently clasped the heavy stone door, originally just with the mentality of giving it a try, but I didn't expect that the process of waiting for several days in the past did not appear at all, and the stone door opened with a soft sound.

The entire chamber was large, almost two-thirds of the top of the pyramid, and two-thirds of the chamber was a circle of billions and intertwined lines.

The circle had obviously been deliberately destroyed, and the small half on the right side had been blurred and lost its light, and a short man was leaning over and trying to repair it.

Only Nagash knew that the owner of this circle had been repairing for three hundred years, and when they found this pyramid, they had almost kept themselves in it, but the repaired parts were so small that they could hardly see any results.

"Master, the Vulture Courier has arrived, and he said-"

With a deep bow, the rebellious necromancer paid a sincere salute to the true Arcane King, but was about to make an inquiry when he was interrupted by the diminutive figure.

"Old Joe is dead? I know, I did something to him. ”

Surprisingly, in the voice of the vicissitudes of Weiznan through endless years, it turned out to be more of a kind of, well, immature!?

"And you?"

"Did that fraternity guy say who killed him, ordinary people don't have this ability."

"No, the guy who didn't see me started talking nonsense, just saying that the new Warlord who killed Old Joe was young, and then had blond hair and blue eyes—"

"Click——!" There was a crisp sound, and it turned out to be the powerful staff "World Tree Twig" that Wei Znan had been using in his hand that was pinched out by him with a few cracks.

Having never faced such a "wrath" from his master, Nagash fell to his knees in fright, waiting for a storm of thunderous rage.

However, after a long time, nothing happened, and although the staff was crushed, Weiznan still stood in place.

"Master?" Feeling strange after all, Nagash overcame his fear, stood up and asked softly.

"Did the messenger say when the new Warlord would appear?"

"Having said that, in two days' time, in Vulture City, Karn seems to be going there then."

Almost without thinking, the answer was already in the mind that the necromancer had long ceased to exist.

"Okay, notify the other sacrifices, get ready, help me guard here, you and me, bring three hundred sacrifices, and I'll go there myself!"

"Yes!" Putting aside all the useless thoughts, Nagash resumed his busy life as the chief priest, and he didn't care so much about whether they would get along in harmony or be in war two days later.

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Sigmar Empire, Eastern Gobi Desert

"Oh, I'll go!" A small green creature fell out of a large hole in the sky and fell on the sandy land full of salt in the Gobi Desert, letting out a comical scream.

A heavily armed goblin rubbed his head and barely got up from the ground, shook his head, looked at the completely unfamiliar environment around him suspiciously, and fell into confusion.

"Can there be a Demon King in this place?" Muttering, the goblins still walked on their short legs towards the city where a little shadow could be seen in the distance.

"This place is clearly set up and I can't even feel the magic breath, is the old man cheating on me again?!"

A small figure slowly moved towards the city in the distance on the Gobi Desert.