The huge bat shadow obscured the sky and the sun, needless to say, this was a signal that the Dread Demon King was coming, and Xue Huan couldn't be clearer.

These guys always like to monitor their every move, and he has reason to believe that he may be indispensable to the "guidance" of these guys along the way.

He slowly sat down on his throne and waited quietly.

A few seconds later, a purple portal broke open through the halls of Lordaeron, and a large, abominable purple Dreadlord stepped out of it.

Marganis, old friend.

Xue Huan sneered in his heart.

"Honorable Lord Dread. ”

Xue Huan got up from the throne and pretended to be humble and submissive in his tone, "I don't know what mission you brought this time?"

If memory serves, this guy appeared once when he captured Utgard Castle and left a message that after his destruction of Lordaeron, he would reappear and give himself a new mission, but why did he appear now?

A big question mark rose in Xue Huan's heart.

"Huh, you seem to be wondering why I'm here now?"

Marganis's voice was very unpleasant, low and heavy, like a thick phlegm in his throat that he could never spit out.

"You've been doing well, Death Knight, I don't have to show up, and that little lich, he's the most capable and clever servant of Neozu, and he's able to show you the way. ”

The Dreadlord licked his claws, his eyes radiating a faint light, and continued: "The human kingdom has been destroyed, the High Elves have fallen apart, and the Well of the Sun has created a little lich, which has gone very well before, but this moment is a turning point, and I have to show up. ”

Xue Huan didn't speak, he listened quietly, not knowing what was going on in his head.

"Listen, Death Knight, now that I have the right to command you. ”

The Dreadlord's voice suddenly increased, and a heavy voice echoed through the hall, "Your next target, Dalaran, is there a sealed tome called the Book of Medivan, which is written on how to summon Lord Akmund, the Demon King, you don't know how to use spells, but your little lich does. ”

"And the next thing you have to do is to wave your army to Dalaran, kill all the mages there, and then snatch the Book of Medivan and summon Lord Akmund into Azeroth, and as for the corpses of those magicians, you can dispose of them, anyway, I know you like these stinking things. ”

Xue Huan hated being judged by others about his actions, but now he knew that now was not the time to tear his face with these guys, he could kill the insect in front of him, but the legion behind him made Xue Huan feel a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

The Burning Legion, after Kel'thugad explained its origins, Xue Huan clearly knew that this was not an easy role to deal with.

"Now is not the time. He said to himself from the bottom of his heart.

So the corners of Xue Huan's mouth hooked a cruel smile, and said to Marganis: "Dalaran is our next goal, but now we are reorganizing the troops, and when the time comes, we will directly attack Dalaran and complete the task assigned by the legion." ”

"You'd better move quickly. ”

The Dreadlord glanced at Xue Huan, who was smiling, scratched his chin with his scarlet claws, and continued in a gloomy tone: "You and your stupid and dirty master, who can only control corpses, are thinking, we know all about it, you should be glad that you are still useful, now, I warn you, do a good job of the task arranged by the master, otherwise I will destroy you with my own hands." ”

After saying that, the Dreaddemon King no longer looked at Xue Huan's smile that froze at the corner of his mouth, and swaggered around and disappeared through the portal.

These guys, are they always so self-righteous?

Staring at the gradually disappearing portal, Xue Huan sneered, he remembered that when he first met Malganis in the storming of Utgard Castle, this guy still kept such a thing as humility on the surface, but now it seems that this guy is as arrogant as the Dreaddemon King Banazar he met before.

However, Xue Huan is not annoyed, these bed bugs themselves will clean them up sooner or later, and now what he has to do is do everything they tell him to do and summon the demon king this guy said to Azeroth.

However, he was a little worried that after that guy came, there would be no creatures on the Azeroth continent that could compete with him, which may be what Naozu's guy was worried about.

Never mind.

Xue Huan gritted his teeth and said in his heart: If there is really no way, he may be able to help those guys again.

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The next day, outside Lordaeron City, Xue Huan gathered almost all the undead under his command together.

Xue Huan, dressed in a black Death Knight plate armor and holding the Frost Grief, stood on the city wall, and he glanced at the city.

Dense, black pressure directly penetrates into the sky, if there are people with dense phobia here, I am afraid that they will faint directly on the spot.

Seven hundred thousand.

This is the number that Kel'thugad and Tried have reported to him for most of the month after counting the undead scourge troops, and after the capture of Quel'Salas and Queldanus Island, his army has been replenished with nearly 300,000 numbers.

Although Xue Huan knew in his heart that most of them were miscellaneous soldiers with only two or three levels of combat power, it was obvious that for a force like them that won by quantity, as long as there were too many.

They are not regular troops, and they don't need every zombie or ghoul to fight two or three, they just need to pounce in groups and tear off the flesh and skin of the enemy.

And as for those elites ...

Xue Huan glanced coldly at several powerful generals who were riding bone horses and standing in front of the corpses of the undead, Gavin Rad and Baron Rivendell of the Knights of the Apocalypse, their expressions were cold and lifeless, as quiet as real dead people.

And only Xue Huan knew what kind of terrifying strength these guys would burst out when facing the living and flesh and blood.

And then there are the stitching monsters with bloated bodies, all-natural tank weapons who wield butcher knives to smash any enemy in their path, and they can also smash enemy walls to pieces with their powerful flesh.

Of course, when it comes to corpses, we have to mention those necromancers who wield their staffs.

These guys, who had been scorned off by ordinary human mages and used as street rats, gathered under Xue Huan's hands at this time.

And during the attack on Quel'Thalas, most of the High Elves were under the influence of the Well of the Sun for many years, they possessed a lifespan and magical talents beyond ordinary people, and after being resurrected by the necromancer, they were given necromancy by Tried and became the new necromancer.

The new necromancers are more powerful and more desirable in number.

"Is everything ready?"

Xue Huan stood in the wind, his long bone-white hair flying in the wind.

"Everything is ready, my master. ”

The Great Lich floating beside him reported: "I have left behind an army of nearly 100,000 as you have commanded, and they will guard this place for you, and as for Dalaran, those foolish mages are still living in their dreams that they cannot be defeated, and do you not know that the enemy who knows them most well is coming soon." ”

Seeing Kel'thugad giggling proudly, Xue Huan certainly knew it.

If there is one person in his army who knows the weakness of those magicians best, of course, the only one is Kel'thugad, who once served in Dalaran, which is why Xue Huan is extremely confident.

"Let's go. ”

Xue Huan wrapped the death knight's hand armor and said coldly: "Dalaran, your doom... It's coming!"

(End of chapter)