The white lady's light was cast above the clouds, but for this frozen continent. The brilliance of the pen~fun~pavilion www.biquge.info Elune is not enough to solve the bitter cold that surrounds the place from beginning to end, even if Belmont is now located in the northerly tundra, compared to the central and northern parts of Northrend, the climate of the northerly tundra is not so harsh, but at night, the extremely low temperature is enough to take unprepared travelers away.

But for the Blackblade Knights, even the bitter cold on the Frozen Throne was not enough to extinguish the fire of vengeance in their hearts. However, Belmont also knew that he was more complicated with the Lich King Arthas, who now sat on the Frozen Throne, than the pure vengeance of the other Blade Knights. In other words, he still remembers the plot of this world, and he is not like other Death Knights who beat the Lich King, but to seek justice for the nightmare he encountered. More of an idea to advance the development of the plot.

The world of Azeroth is destined for many disasters, and all those who are involved in this historical plot cannot escape it. The current version is Wrath of the Lich King, and the next version is Cataclysm. Compared to the final boss of the next version, the current Lich King is really nothing, at least the Lich King will never be able to tear apart the elemental plane like Deathwing, nor can he set off a disaster that will affect the entire world like him.

However, for the Alliance and the Horde, who are still ignorant of Cataclysm, facing the undead army of the Lich King, the two factions must join forces to have a chance of victory. If it weren't for the Lich King's carelessness at the hands of Tirio in front of the Chapel of Light's Wish, how could the Alliance and Horde expeditionary forces gain a foothold in Northrend so easily, forcing the Scourge to continue to be defeated.

Therefore, what Belmont himself can do now is to follow the development of the plot. At least, unless he is willing to face the end of the Twilight Trial, he can only go along with the plot at this time.

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Once the camp was built, Belmont entrusted the manpower to Ikris and went out alone at night into the ruined farm, despite the Shadow Agent's objections. Then, near the Warsong Slaughterhouse, Canarius was found trying to capture a psychic lord for torture.

Facing a psychic lord who is a high-level mage, it is a big problem for Canarius to be able to approach the psychic who is in the midst of a group of undead. But for Belmont, this is only a small problem, as far as he knows, Thassarian can single-handedly fight in and out of the army of the undead, let alone him?

After slaughtering the deviant who followed the psychic lord, facing a simple mage, as long as his magic power is banned, then this mage will become a prey to be slaughtered. An arcane torrent drains the psychic of the magic that he tried to unleash the spell, and the psychic is knocked unconscious by the shadow agent and reduced to captivity.

After getting the information he wanted, Belmont cleanly killed the psychic. He then said goodbye to Shadow Agent Canalius and headed northwest of the farm, where he was concerned about the distortion magic item he had learned from the psychic he had killed.

For some reason, Belmont now feels a bad premonition. I can't say anything is wrong, but I just feel like something is going to happen. This premonition that something was wrong made Belmont finally decide to get to the bottom of it all tonight, find the necromancer who had mastered the mass creation of distortions, and then kill him, which was simple and effective and the most direct method, and often the most useful in Azeroth.

In this world, after all, violence can solve most of the problems.

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Varedos stood in front of a wasteland, and in front of him was a field for farming, but at this moment, the field that had been used for cultivation was covered with rows and rows of cocoons. These dark yellow cocoons stood in rows on top of the field, and they were constantly shaking.

The gurgling sound, coming out of these cocoons, was full of eerie feelings. But, for all this, Varedos smiled with satisfaction. In the moonlight, behind him, his shadow looked eerie in the moonlight. The shadow that was supposed to be the reflection of a man was not at all the same as the standing Valedus.

The shadow behind Varedos was already a distorting foreign object, maintaining the general appearance of a human, but a disgusting and twisted tentacle extended from its body. In particular, in his right hand, Varedos held a staff inlaid with the crystal ball, but in the reflection of the moonlight, the right hand of his shadow was constructed by several wriggling tentacles. Looks weird, as well as distorted......

However, Varedos himself didn't care at all, and even the other psychics standing beside him didn't notice Varedos' distorted shadow. In other words, these psychics who were standing beside Varedos were expressionless and expressionless at this time, like walking dead, standing beside Varedos in a daze.

And in the moonlight, the shadows of these psychics who stood beside Varedos also turned into a distorted foreign body.

Deep, dark, distorted voices whispered across the land, darkness spreading, and even Elune's moonlight grew dimmer. At this time, Varedos raised the staff on his right hand, and the crystal embedded in the staff emitted a dark purple eerie light.

"Go ahead...... Go and die for the darkness, dark believers!" Varedos said hoarsely, "Go and welcome your new life!" As Valedus spoke, the psychics who were in place limped away, whispering and shouting a jumble of words, and one by one they walked into the field, approaching the swaying cocoons.

Grunt......

As the psychic approached, the grunts in the cocoon grew louder and louder. Suddenly, a cocoon collided, and a tentacle poked out of it, wrapping the nearest psychic one by one, and then pulling it into the cocoon. Immediately after, a clattering chewing sound rang out of the cocoon.

Then, tentacles after tentacles reached out from the other cocoons, engulfing and pulling psychic masters one after another. The creepy chewing sounds rang out again and again, but in the face of such an eerie scene, Varedos let out a loud laugh.

"Hahaha......" he laughed, completely unaware of the spittle running from the corners of his mouth. Varedos, his bloodshot eyes wide, stared at the scene before him.

Suddenly, he stopped laughing and looked southeast.

“...... Hey...... Hey, are you coming, are you coming, are you a mortal of the tribe? Or a rebellious knight? He laughed nervously, "Hahahaha, no matter who you are, you can't stop the darkness from coming...... The world will eventually be shrouded in dark nightmares, and the world will eventually listen to the whispers of darkness...... Listening...... The voice of the Elder Gods........ Hahaha......."

Varedos laughed, and in the moonlight, his shadow was stretched and enlarged, and finally turned into a giant object with octopus tentacles, a distorted and strange foreign object.

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In the distance, above the ruined watchtower, an eye blinded in shadows stared incredulously at the distorted landscape in front of them. A forsaken man, hiding behind a wooden fence on a watchtower, watched from afar what was happening in the fields.

"What's that, what's that disgusting?" The Forsaken muttered to himself, "Is the Lich King's new trick?" Or is it a mutation of a plague? ”

"No, I can't stay here."

"Gotta tell the others that it's too weird here......"