At night, on the barren land, one after another dark yellow insect cocoons stood on the ground, constantly shaking, and gurgling sounds. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info On the side, there were two collapsed houses, the roofs of which had collapsed and shattered, as if some huge monster had smashed them. Around these cocoons, the ground was a dull black, and some weeds were growing aside, sparsely pulled, broken carts and farm tools lying scattered among the weeds.

Not so long ago, it was a green farmland. It was the place where the Tribal Expeditionary Force was responsible for the logistics of the food reserves, however, after the natural disaster came, the land fell. The plague and the resurrected undead have killed hundreds of people in this land, taking the lives of this land, and now, another more evil and dark thing, through the shell of the scourge undead, has crept here and spread its footprints into this mortal world.

And this evil force easily finds its spokesman, a pathetic cursed cultist, a psychic who indulges in fear. And now, the psychic has already embraced this dark power with open arms, and the twisted magic has been continuously submerged into the psychic's body from the medium, and many forbidden knowledge that has long been hidden in the darkness is also unfolding before the eyes of the psychic named Varedos.

With this knowledge, the wretched mortal of Varedos, through his connection to the crystals, has seen through the dark knowledge that is far greater than the Lich King. Right on the land of Northrend, far north beyond the Frozen Throne, in the midst of a frozen mountain, there was this incomparable being. Now, the psychic who is about to indulge in this darkness has long since abandoned his worries about the Tribal Crusade and his fear of the Lich King and the Scourge Legion. Now he has served this dark force wholeheartedly......

"What a great power!" Holding the staff in his hand and looking at the crystal embedded in the staff, Varedos exclaimed, "This kind of power, what the Lich King, what the Scourge Legion, what Alliances and Hordes, all are a swarm of ants. He turned his gaze to the dark yellow cocoons and walked over. Need more flesh, more souls, more despair and fear......"

"These will be the army that will go in search of the great old gods, whether it is mortals or this world, they will be plunged into darkness, this is the real world, the end of the world!"

With his hands outstretched, Varedos laughed maniacally. The twisted magic enveloped the staff, and his shadow, with his laughter, became more and more twisted and hateful.

Suddenly, Varedos stopped laughing.

Two of his minions disappeared......

The psychic cast his gaze elsewhere. A mirror image came to his mind, an elf who used a great sword to slash one of his minions with ease. The other one quickly followed in his footsteps, and the Forsaken who fell under his spell was saved by the elf. Now, the elf riding the death horse was galloping towards his location.

"Annoying rat ......"

"Since you are in a hurry to die, then I will fulfill you. When you are settled, we will deal with that useless fortress......" Varedos smiled hideously, "You mortal flesh and blood will become sacrifices to the great Old Gods, and everything you have, including your lives and souls, will belong to the Old Gods." ”

Under the darkness of the night, the cold wind of the night blows on this land. In the cold wind, a sound of horses' hooves sounded, and in the distance, a cold blue flame lit up. With the sound of the horse's roar, a war horse with a cold blue flame burning on its four hooves carried its owner to this side, to the front of Varedos.

The rider on the horse was an elf. At the same time, the eyes burned with cold blue flames, scanning the scenery here. Especially the cocoons that were shaking and gurgling, the elf half-squinted, and finally looked at the psychic standing in front of him, or rather, to the purple crystal that was embedded in the staff in Varedos' hand.

"That's a dangerous thing, Cursed Cultist!" The elf spoke, "Who gave it to you, Lich King?" Or Kel'thugad? ”

"Hey, hey, hey......" Varedus didn't answer the elf's question, instead, he laughed maniacally. Hahahaha...... That's it? That's all the 'great' tribe can muster? Just one, a lost dog who betrayed his former owner...... Hahahaha......"

"It's so sad! Death Knight! ”

"You got it here?" The Death Knight, or Hugh Belmont, pointed to the cocoons behind Valedus and asked, "So, you're the culprit who attacked here?" ”

"How! Death Knight! Valedus spread his hands, "All this...... All the power of the Great Master, and soon, the whole world will be ruled by the Master. ”

"I don't think a fool can rule the world!" Hugh Belmont flipped off the back of the Death Horse and walked towards Valedus, then stopped 10 meters in front of him. "Forget it, what are you doing with so much! Anyway, I know you're wasting my time, and in that case, tonight, I'm going to end the nightmare here. ”

"Nightmares?" Varedos smiled cruelly, "No, no, no. Death Knight, you don't understand, it's not a nightmare, on the contrary, the master is the rightful ruler of this world. If it's a nightmare, then the world is supposed to be a nightmare. ”

"So, Death Knight, lay down your blades, we are not enemies." Valedus's words were filled with the power of seduction, and these words, turned into invisible magic, were projected in Hugh Belmont's mind. "Join me in this great cause and let nightmares reign over the world, for the world deserves to be ruled by nightmares. You know, you, like me, are cold worms in the dark, and we should give everything we have to serve that great power. ”

Syllable!

A snap of his fingers rang, and Hugh Belmont flicked his fingers, all the magic that tried to cast into his brain through words, separated by an invisible barrier. He felt a very annoying force that seemed to try to enter his heart, like the shackles that the Reaper had placed in his inner world. This is a psychic attack, and this cursed cultist in front of him actually wants to turn him into his puppet by manipulating his mind...... Who does he think he is?

"That's your little trick?" Hugh Belmont looked at Varedos in front of him with an unkind face, and the memories of the once manipulated came back to his heart, which made Hugh Belmont's face darken. "If that's all there is to it, then die to your master, your Lich King, and to die after you!"