Eastern Kingdom Continent, Dark City.

At this moment, this is the world of the Dreadlord Varimasas, and with the exception of the small group of forsaken who are loyal to him, the underground city is now completely overrun by demonic armies.

Evil flames are everywhere, dark green portals are everywhere, and the entire city has been changed from undead to demonic.

However, Valimassas was not happy at all, on the contrary, he was anxious.

His desperate fight did not get him the expected harvest he wanted, although the city was full of evil energy portals, but the number of demons who came to the world of Azeroth was indeed very few, and the regular main army did not see a single one.

Later, the Dreadlord learned the truth from the stragglers that had left him a little overwhelmed.

Oh, the policy has changed, and it's a pain for these old employees.

Sargeras had reached a ten-year truce with the Titan's fellow Sarrodar, and the Burning Legion promised not to actively search for the exact location of the world of Azeroth, let alone send any main forces.

Isn't this a trick! It makes me passive!

Without the support of the main army of the Burning Legion, there is only a group of idiots and trash who are full of ambition and want to climb up, and the Titan Sarodar must have received the news of the mutiny in the Undercity now, and may come over at any time to take his own life with colorful auspicious clouds.

I knew that this was the case, what else did I rebel against!

Now the little clever ghost of Varimatas is using his brains to find a way to deal with it and get out.

As for Putres, the leader of the pharmacists who has secretly arrived on the Northrend continent and is about to take revenge on society, he is just a fool who has been instigated and deceived by himself, and he still wants to join the legion?

The small group of forsaken who are loyal to themselves who are still in the Undercity are useless at all, and being abandoned is their only end.

And the demonic stragglers who came to Azeroth?well, Varimathas had no hope for them.

After all, after staying in this flower world for so long, he can be regarded as having a very thorough understanding of Azeroth, and that group of unorganized and undisciplined stragglers is no different from delivering food.

Unlike the other demons of the Burning Legion, as an old fritter resident in the world of Azeroth, Varymatas knows that whoever dares to underestimate this magical world will definitely not live long.

Seeing the elated and energetic appearance of those demons, they had no idea what they were about to face.

Greedy adventurers will pounce on them like hungry wolves, beat them to death, then cut them apart with knives, and then cut off useful parts of the corpses to sell at major auction houses.

So... You idiots do it for yourselves.

At this moment, a tall figure appeared in the corridor of the royal hall, and the Dreaddemon Lord Banazal arrived.

He had already abandoned Da Sohan's body, anyway, there were a lot of demons in the Undercity now, and after killing and absorbing their evil essences, Banazar had now condensed a temporary body, and the rest would slowly recover after returning to the Twisted Void.

Varimathas looked at Banazar as he walked by, his thoughts racing, and a plan quickly took shape.

"Why are all the useless garbage coming to this world? When will the main force of the Legion arrive, and when will the Divine Lord come?"

Banazal walked up to Varimasas, his face equally anxious and confused.

Varimasas was overjoyed when he heard this, and it was all right!

Banazal didn't yet know about the ten-year armistice, the latest corps policy, and that was enough.

"Ah, soon, the first main forces of the Legion will arrive in the Undercity, and the Divine Lord will descend and envelop this deplorable world once again. ”

Rumble!

At this moment, a loud rumbling sound came from a distance, and it seemed that something had exploded above the Undercity.

Banazar sensed it, and soon spotted the enemy in full swing.

"It's the Holy Cult Army of the Night Empire, the situation is not good, we must guard the portal, the group of garbage on it, they can't resist the attack of the Holy Cult Army at all, we must... Huh!"

Before Banazal could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, it was the evil claws of Varimasas.

Then, chains of evil energy quickly emerged, imprisoning the Dreaddemon King in place.

"What are you doing, Varimathas!"

Varimatas smiled, still not stopping what he was doing.

"It's nothing, it's just that you in the soul state are asked to give your own power essence for my use... Rest assured, I will lead the Nasrezm clan to continue serving the Legion. ”

Banazal could feel that his soul essence was being continuously withdrawn, and then poured into Valimas's body, but he couldn't do anything about it, his soul state did not have his original body, and now this temporarily condensed body was useless.

"You will regret it, Varimathas, and when the main force of the Legion arrives, you will pay the price for your betrayal! Lord Kilgardan will find out the truth, and he will never let you go!"

Hearing this, Varimatas laughed a few more times and shook his head, speeding up the speed at which he devoured Banazal's soul essence.

If you want to say who knows the Dreadlord best, there is only another Dreadlord, their weaknesses, their strengths, their everything, only their own people know clearly.

Eventually, Banazar let out an unwilling roar and dissipated into the evil energy confinement, and the black rune shoulder armor and cuirass on both sides rolled to the ground.

All of his soul essence was devoured by the well-fitting Varimasas, completely dissipated and fell, and there was no longer any possibility of resurrection from the void.

Varimasas, who got everything he wanted, and his individual strength had increased by leaps and bounds, did not hesitate, and immediately found the nearest evil energy portal to him, and stepped into it without looking back, opposite the world of Argus, the headquarters of the Burning Legion.

Farewell, Azeroth, I'm going to miss you.

As for the rest of the place, let the Holy Cult army kill them all the time, and Varimathas never intended to keep his promise and bring his doglegs to join the legions.

On the continent of Northrend, near the Gate of Damnation, on a hidden hillside, the Royal Apothecary's troops are making final preparations at this moment, and their battle to retaliate against society will soon be launched.

Well, most importantly, their instigators have run away, but they don't know it, and they are still dreaming of joining the Burning Legion, getting a promotion and raise, and reaching the pinnacle of life.

The legion doesn't have to think about it, there is no promotion and salary increase, and their only doomed ending is now constantly sliding into the darkest darkness.

The leader of the apothecaries, Putress, laughed hoarsely as he looked at the fires on the plains in the distance of the Gate of Damnation.

Whether it is the Northern Expeditionary Coalition forces that are approaching or the Scourge Legion that is on the defensive, they will all die out in the indiscriminate and lethal plague.

As an excellent plague research expert, Putress is quite confident in his masterpiece.