While Terenus and Arthas were having a night talk, Semuel returned to his mansion.

"Close the door!"

As soon as he entered the gate, he took off his disguised smile, did not look back, and yelled angrily.

The old butler, who had served Semur for more than ten years, was accustomed to his attitude, and only some of the new gardeners and servants looked at Semuel's back with a puzzled expression.

Although the words "pleasant" and "amiable" never matched the master, it was the first time that the servants had seen such an angry look, and they all pointed at Semuel's back.

But Semuel didn't care about their opinions...

Passing through the flower garden, Semur strode into the familiar study.

"Go down!"

After dismissing several servants on duty, he sneakily looked around, and after making sure that no one else was following him, he carefully twisted the candlestick hanging from the wall with his hand,

"Huh!"

A huge oil painting of a portrait hanging not far away suddenly moved to the other side, revealing a bottomless tunnel, and behind the oil painting, there was actually a secret room!

With a sneer, Semuel took the candlestick on the table in his hand and entered the dark and cold basement.

"Stomp!"

The sound of clear footsteps echoed through the enclosed basement, and the disgusting stench in the air grew stronger with each step of the stairs.

If Xue Huan was here, I am afraid that he would cover his nose and flee quickly. But Semuel didn't even blink an eyelid as if he were nothing, and he seemed to be used to the smell.

After a few minutes, Semuel finally reached the end of the basement.

It was a closed cell-like room, with only a table filled with all sorts of utensils for performing evil rituals. And on the damp ground, there are several unknown magical lines depicted, shining with a faint blue light.

"Squeak!"

Semur closed the iron gate of the fence and placed the candlestick in his hand on the table.

The darkness faded, and the faint candlelight shone on Semuel's face. In terms of Lordaeron's average aesthetic, Semuel's face can be called handsome, but it is a little less heroic and a little more cold.

Then, he took out a fist-sized, pale blue crystal ball from his bosom and placed it in the circle formed by countless magic patterns.

When all the preparations were made, he began to chant the incantation softly...

In a few moments, the blue crystal ball began to glow, and the faint light expanded dramatically in a matter of seconds, reflecting the entire dark room as if it were day. Then, in the blink of an eye, the dazzling light faded.

As Semuel's incantation was finished, the light dissipated, and as the wind struck, the tip of the candle flame swayed, and a pale blue demonic image gradually appeared in front of him.

I saw that the blue demon was burly, wearing armor carved with rune patterns, and there was a pair of huge and hideous wings behind him, and blue flames kept spewing out from his eyes.

"Who's calling me?"

The blue figure spoke, his tone cold, without a hint of emotion.

Hearing this familiar, yet frightening voice, Semuel quickly knelt down and said tremblingly, "It's me, lowly human knight, honorable Lord Kil'gardan!"

"You're you again?"

Kil'Gardan's image sneered, and he looked at Semuel, who was kneeling in front of him, trembling, "You have great audacity, humble human brat. After smashing up so many tasks I've given you, you dare to summon my vision. ”

"You know, even if I can't descend to the continent of Azeroth in person, the power of less than one percent of my illusion alone is enough to make you prostrate at my feet!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Semuel only felt a chill down his spine and a trilling voice in his voice. He nodded like garlic, for fear that the evil star in front of him would be angry and destroy himself.

To be honest, if it weren't for his helplessness and last resort, he really didn't want to face this powerful demon lord. But what frightened him was that no matter how much he resisted, he could never get rid of the other party's entanglement.

He clearly understood that even if he escaped to the ends of the earth, even if he hid in the deepest part of the Endless Sea, the demon in front of him would have a way to find himself out!

He didn't want to surrender, but he didn't want to die...

"Great Demon Lord, Lord Kil'Gardan, I humbly beg you to give me another chance. This time I will atone for my sins, and even if I lose my life, I will fulfill your will!" said Semuel through gritted teeth.

In this orc battle, he lost thousands of soldiers as his troops charged forward, which caused him to lose thousands of soldiers, which was very painful to him.

Although he knew that this was Terenus deliberately weakening his strength, he was helpless, if he didn't do his best, the old guy could have relieved himself of military power for treason.

This is the result he does not want to see...

For this reason, he had no choice but to put all his forces on the battlefield at any cost.

As a result, what did you get in exchange?

He and Xue Huan were the only ones who did not receive any awards, and the thought of this made Semuel angry, and even his voice trembled a little when he spoke.

"I will always be loyal to you, my honorable Demon Lord!" Semur kowtowed again.

Since you're doing this to me, don't blame me for being cruel!

He may have had concerns before, but this time, he was determined to bring down the rule of Terenus. He believed that if he succeeded in summoning this lord to this continent, then all these forces in front of him would be powerless in front of them.

"Hmph! Your loyalty does not make up for the wrongs you have committed!" Kil Gardan's illusion stretched out his finger and swiped it in the air at will, and Semuel's right arm burst open, rising in a mist of blood.

"Ahh

Semuel clutched his broken right arm in pain, his teeth clucking. Despite the sweat on his forehead, he didn't dare to move.

"This is just a lesson for you, stupid human!" Kil Gardan smiled with satisfaction as Semuel endured the pain, "but after a few days of pain, your severed arm will grow back, and at that time, you will be more powerful, which is my gift to you." ”

"Thanks... Thank you... The hosts!"

Semuel's face was as pale as paper, but the desire for revenge made his blood boil.

"Arise, my faithful servant!" Kil'Gardan waved his hand, his tone unabashedly majestic, "this defeat will not stop the Burning Legion, I have a new plan. At the same time, you'll also get a new mission..."

"I'll assign a group of interesting guys to complete this task with you, and I'm sure you'll get along well!"

With that, Kilgardan let out a strange laugh, which made Semuel's heart a little uneasy.

"Wait for my commands, humans, and if you fail this time, your soul will be cursed forever!"

As the pale blue crystal ball faded, the sound echoing throughout the basement came to an abrupt halt.

It was a little later before Semuel got up from the wet ground. Before he knew it, cold sweat had soaked through the hem of his clothes.

The filthy sewage wet his trouser leg and polluted his mind...

Now, all those who stand in the way of his plans will die!

Terenus, Uther, Farrar, all of them he had in his heart.

But the first to bear the brunt is the abominable mage who killed his general, Ilbet!