The royal city of Loyes, underground.

The fifteenth day of Other's departure from Azeroth.

The huge underground palace was not dim because of the pale blue firefly light, and in the center of the quiet underground lake there was a circular area ten meters in diameter, and a thick steel was deeply inserted into the edge of the area, forming a huge iron prison.

Othur's limbs were cuffed by four golden chains that imprisoned the dragon, and they occupied almost the majority of the iron prison. The golden chains also often collide with green evil energy and lilac shadow energy.

Driven by magic, a drop of water slowly peels away from the lake, rises into the air, and then falls into the water with a clattering sound.

Othur slowly raised his head, feeling the identity of the comer with his soul gaze.

As expected.

Large sharp horns, pale skin, broad bat wings, strong deer hooves, and thick dark circles under the eyes all indicate the identity of the comer.

A Nasrezm, the Dreadlord.

He spread his batwing and slowly slid towards the iron prison, his huge body falling to the lake, but not sinking because of his weight, but only a small ripple, standing steadily on the water.

The Dreadlord looked up at Orsher, who had been blocked by the golden chains, and smiled an ugly and terrifying smile.

He gently grasped an iron bar in his big hideous hand and pressed his face against the iron prison.

"Honorable Lord Other, are you satisfied with the environment here?" the Dreadlord said in a teasing tone.

"It's ok. ”

"That's good. The Dreadlord let go of his large grip on the iron bar and slowly backed away.

"It's safe here, the Legion can't find it for the time being, but it's too hidden for Malfurion and Karegos to find it. ”

"This is a fortunate land that the Legion has not trodden before, and it is still humans who dominate this world. ”

The Dreadlord paused, tilting his head.

"I heard that you were banished to another world by my men, how does it feel to capsize in the gutter?" asked the Dreadlord.

"It's not good, it took half a month, twists and turns, I thought I could return to Azeroth, but it ended up falling to you. Orser shook his head, expressing displeasure with the short journey.

"I'm here for your own good, if you go back now, you'll run into the gift Kil'Gardan arranged for you, if I hadn't come here one step earlier, I'm afraid you'd have died in the Twisted Void, and your little pets and toys won't help you. ”

"But speaking of which, it looks like you've got another pet? Which blood elf gave it to you?"

The Dreadlord looked at the red crystal around Otser's waist, and inside was a small, short-haired gray girl with her eyes closed and her hands around her, seemingly insecure.

"A unique life that can copy what it wants, and then use its own life energy to transform it into a copy object, if you can find something to control her, then the technological strength of the anti-demon alliance will go to a great level. ”

"How about the Demon Souls, I remember that the Dragonroar Clan used it to control Alexstasa, making the Venerable Life Bound a fertility tool, and the pain it caused even the Red Dragon Queen could not stand. "The Dreadlord has made what he thinks is a good suggestion.

"The Demon Soul was taken away in the War of the Ancients and then handed over to Thrall, it has returned to the normal flow of time, and if I want to get it, I must defeat Thrall, or go back in time. ”

"It's almost impossible to attack Thrall, but if you want to go back in time, the Bronze Dragons will jump out to stop you," the Dreadlord scratched his head, "I remember the bronze dragon named Chromie, who once returned to Stratholme with a future warrior and corrected that period of history. ”

Looking at Other's puzzled expression, the Dreadlord immediately understood that he was a little unfamiliar with the place name.

"It was a central city in Lordaeron, where Marganis gradually led Arthas into the abyss, although he was eventually killed by Arthas, and his soul returned to the Twisted Void. The Dreadlord unwittingly diverted the subject.

"But now isn't the time to say that, how do you feel now?" the Dreadlord tilted his head, purple shadow energy surging from his hand, recharging the chains that bound the elven princess.

"It feels better," Other looked at the scarlet pattern on his purple skin, "it may not be long." ”

"But where did the others go?" Other asked the Dreadlord.

"You're talking about little Ragnaros and bananas?" the Dreadlord scratched his head.

"There's also a weird guy in a mask, and a tall human. ”

"I don't know," the Dreadlord shrugged, "someone interfered with my spell casting, and while teleporting you, they were dragged away by another guy and dragged somewhere else. ”

"Will you miss too?"

"Hey, I'm not a god, I just accidentally let that guy take advantage of it this time," the Dreadlord muttered, giving himself a perceptual spell, "but I probably know where they are, north, east, and underground." ”

"Don't panic, I'll get that guy out with my own hands. "The Dreadlord is gearing up and eager to try.

"By the way, you're sitting right now in the position of one of the Devil Kings sealed by Loyes," the Dreadlord shrugged, "You may be periodically interviewed, and then periodically weakened." ”

"Weakened?" Orser frowned, raising his hand slightly.

"Hey, hey, don't do this, if you break it, it's gone," the Dreadlord hurriedly stopped Other's actions, his fingertips surging with shadow energy, constantly infused into the golden chains.

"Somebody will come and try to get you out later, so don't be foolish and just go with it," the Dreadlord kindly reminded, "maybe a day, maybe two days, maybe three days." ”

"Stay here to be your Lord of the Devil until you regain control of the evil power within you, and then we will consider how to get back to Azeroth. ”

Osser nodded obediently.

"Then I'll go back to the Twisted Void first, and remember to call me if anything. The Dreaddemon threw a blue communication crystal at Othur, then waved his hand at Othur, and his body turned into small bats and scattered around.

Of course, these little bats can't fly, but the Dreadlord has left here, and his soul has returned to the Twisted Void.