The small space is full of creatures. In the innermost part are the three Dreadlords and Rocky including Desellock, and on the outside are the undead under Rocky and some demon hunters sent by Richard.

"That's all?" Desellock was still so arrogant. In his opinion, no matter how many of these miscellaneous fish there are, it will not help, he can kill them completely with a wave of his hand, but this time the "miscellaneous fish" is not a real miscellaneous fish.

With a "snort", the sound of a sharp blade cutting through the skin, Desailok looked at the dagger protruding from his chest in shock, and just wanted to open his mouth, the blood gushing out blocked his mouth, and it didn't take long for the poison on the dagger to end his life.

Warimatas and the other Dreaddemon Lord didn't dare to move at once, and Warimatas immediately turned his brain to analyze the current situation: the enemy has a poison that can kill them instantly, they can't act rashly, and now they should take the protection of their own lives as the first priority, before listening to Rocky's meaning, Rocky should want to establish himself as the king, so why not test the temptation?

"Rocky, we're all companions, so why make such a fuss. ”

Rocky smiled, "Companion? Did you ever think of me as a companion? Why didn't you think of me as your slave? Hmph! You wouldn't have thought of this day, would you?"

The air froze all at once, and there was even a drop of sweat on the head of Varimasas, and after a minute or so, Rocky opened his mouth again: "Originally, I was supposed to kill you, but I am willing to give you a chance to serve me, otherwise, you will become the appearance of this guy." ”

Following the direction of Lochnu's mouth, Warimasas glanced at Desellock, whose body was now rotting. When he looked up, Varimassas smiled brightly, and he said to Lodge, "Of course, I'm willing to serve you." ”

The last Dreadlord Banazar also quickly replied, "I am willing, my new master. ”

"Very well, you can live now. "Lodge, who has lived for a long time, knows that great power can bring people to their knees, and he also knows that these subjugated people will not always be with him, and maybe one day they will rebel against him, just as he now wants to break free from Richard's control.

"Rocky, what are you doing? The Bureau's order is to kill them!" Rocky's actions made the soldiers sent by Richard very dissatisfied, these soldiers were all agents of the former section of the Chief's Security Department, and the bureau seat was naturally Richard.

"But, I want to keep them, do you have any objections?" Rocky smashed a glass ball in his hand, and the undead immediately pounced on all the Security Service agents and disarmed them, not a single one of them was injured in the process.

Rocky wants to break away from Richard, it is not like a head-on conflict with Richard, after fighting together for so many years, what kind of strength he is, Rocky still knows. What he seeks is that there are no constraints above, that is, his status must be at least equal to that of Richard

"Now, no one can stop me from establishing my own power in this ruin. But before that, there is something that needs to be given to Richard" Rocky walked up to Desailok, took out a dagger and cut off his head directly, carrying a fresh demon head, Rocky looked at Varimassas and Banazar "You also need to come up with something to prove your identity, if not, Richard will send more people to kill you." ”

Wari Massas and Banazal, you look at me, I look at you, and finally agreed to Lodge's suggestion. From the order of surrender, the two people contributed different things. Warimathas only paid for his nameplate, but Banazar had to give one of his demonic horns.

Banazar dared to be angry when he was forcibly broken off a corner, but Rocky liked his attitude very much. Turning over the serf and singing, the feeling that the people who have been oppressed all the time are now oppressing the people who oppress others, this feeling makes Rocky very comfortable.

After getting their identities proven, these things were quickly transferred to Richard's side, and after Richard checked it and proved that it was indeed the Dreadlord of the Demon King, he stopped looking closely.

"Why don't you leave?" Onexia didn't want to stay in Northrend anymore, the place was cold and the hunger was really uncomfortable.

Richard shook his head: "The third phase has only begun. ”

"Phase 3? Didn't you tell Rocky that there are only two phases?",

Richard smiled at Onexia, "Of course I didn't tell him that it was complete, and I wouldn't trust him completely." It's like he won't trust me. ”

Onexia was a little dizzy when she heard this, and simply asked directly, "What is the third stage for?"

"Against a man, that man's name is Arthas!"

Richard's next target, Alsace, has now also arrived in Northrend.

When Alsace set foot on the soil of Northrend, he was immediately emotional. Northrend, instead of being disgusted by Alsace, felt like home. When the coast came into view, Arthas recalled the first time he had been here, filled with the grief of being betrayed by Gianna and Uther, and even more bitter about what he had been forced to do in Stratholme. There were so many things that followed, it seemed like a whole life or even centuries had passed. He had come with a vengeance, to transform his people into demon lords of the walking dead, killing many of his countrymen in the process. And now, he himself is the master of the zombies, an associate of Kel'thugad, and a loyal lackey of the Lich King. It's really strange that fate can be so tortuous, fate is always so interesting, and I have finally become the most hated appearance of myself.

He felt the cold then, but now he doesn't. His loyal followers were the same, death dulled their senses. Only the living necromancers need to be warmly dressed when they anchor to fend off the shrill winds and slow-falling snowflakes.

Alsace stiffly stepped out of the rowboat onto the shore. He may not have felt anything about the cold, but his strength and strength were exhausted. As soon as his feet touched the ground, Arthas sensed his presence, and it was the Lich King. Not just in his head, not only through Frost Grief talking to him, but in Northrend, the faint flash of the rune sword brightened slightly. Arthas could feel the presence of his master, something he had not been aware of before. Beyond that, there was a tingling sensation of a threat, a feeling that unnerved him