As the Great Star Sorcerer said, light and shadow coexist, and Quel'Thalas is brilliant on the bright side, but darkness is also quietly spreading in it.

In the small room, the doors and windows were locked and dim, and rows of candles of various lengths flickered on the candlesticks against the wall, and the faint light of the fire barely illuminated the empty room.

In the center of the room, a tall, lanky figure in a black robe paced back and forth, fingertips flicking from time to time, and the arcane energy filled with an eerie aura continued to lick the floor. Finally, he let out a long sigh of relief, and then retreated into the shadows in the corner.

With the help of the dim light, it can be barely seen, two circles, one large and one small, are inscribed on the ground in the same center, and the circular void they form is engraved with dense and complex inscriptions.

Most spellcasters who are proficient in spell spells know that the greatest use of this ring magic array is to summon otherworldly creatures and bring them to the physical plane.

But it is obvious that this mysterious mage did not complete the entire array, he only needed one of the functions of this array, calling.

Burst!

The sharp dagger easily sliced through the palm, and the mage only frowned, without making any sound. Soon, viscous blood slid through his palms and poured down like a waterfall, and the mage's cheeks turned pale in the light of the fire.

Feeling the influx of blood, an invisible force surged from the circle under his feet, quickly devouring the scarlet liquid, until this imperfect magic array bloomed with a faint eerie red light, and the mage controlled the arcane energy to stop the bleeding from the wound.

Ignoring the weakness that welled up in his heart, the mage spoke slowly, and obscure incantations quickly spat out of his mouth. If Lanlos was there, he would definitely show a look of horror, this is, Demon Language!

Bite~

The scarlet light on the circle suddenly burst into flames, and the air flow in the entire room became sluggish at this moment, and the original lightness and activity of the magic disappeared without a trace, as if in fear, fear.

As the spell array on the floor began to operate, an aura of destruction and brutality gradually surged, and the fire on the candlestick swayed violently under the power of the twisted void, as if it could be extinguished at any moment.

Soon, however, as the mage recited the last incantation, a short, fierce gust of wind surged around the circle, extinguishing all flames. A moment later, wisps of emerald green flames took their place.

At the same time, the ring-shaped circle in the center of the room also underwent a strange change. The original scarlet became like a patina after bronze rust, mixed with dull black-brown impurities, and the ominous aura continued to spread in all directions.

"I knew you were going to find me. The hoarse and deep voice was like a sharp fingernail scraping against the eardrum, but such a disgusting and terrifying voice came from a woman. An Ereda woman, to be exact.

His gaze stayed on the scarlet scythe beside the other party for a short while, and the black-robed mage's eyes flashed with envy and jealousy, and then quickly put his gaze on the other party's face: "Don't think too much, demon, I won't cooperate with you like Kelgash." ”

"Oh, why not?" said Sataire, grinning slowly, and then slowly approached the elven mage who had hidden himself in the darkness, and with a flick of his fingers, an invisible force swept over the other party, instantly lifting off the wide hood, revealing the handsome face that was slightly pale.

It's Darkan Drahiel!

This made the Magister's brows furrow fiercely, and the latter waved his hand lightly, and the ring circle suddenly erupted with a soft sound, and the magic power filled with an ominous aura vibrated violently, as if it might collapse at any time.

"I advise you to put away your thoughts, otherwise, I will immediately cut off the magic supply of the circle, and you will lose a great opportunity. ”

Sensing the wail of the imperfect magic array, Satel's face changed, and then the smile on his face grew: "The Burning Legion will eventually destroy all this, and since you have chosen to side with us, why don't you completely surrender and share this power from the true god with me?"

"I know how Kergash died, and I don't want to be your pawn like him. Smiling coldly, Darkan, who had the chance to win, was not moved by the other party's words in the slightest.

"Haha, you're a lot smarter than him. Surprisingly, when rejected by mortals, Satel did not show an angry look, but just stared into the other party's eyes and smiled meaningfully, "But you are wrong, under the leadership of Sargeras, we will get everything we want." ”

"Including you!"

Hearing the name of this god that existed in the history books, the expression on Darkan's face froze slightly, and then he shouted loudly, as if he was emboldening himself: "That's him, not you!"

"Mortal. The smile on the corner of his mouth gradually retracted, and Sattel's face became gloomy, "If you came to me just to provoke me, then you should be honored, because, you did." ”

"Hmph, it's not too late for you to say something like this when you're face to face with me. Darkan was not moved by the strength of the other party, he had expected this scene for a long time. However, with the help of the circle he had manipulated, not to mention that Satel was unable to come here by calling the circle or continue to use her power to influence herself, or even determine her location at all.

This is the power from the elven enchantment, and even with Satel's strength, she still can't break this ban.

"There will be a day. The cold breath was fleeting in his eyes, and after a pause, Satel still put away his pride, "Let's talk about it, if the news you bring is valuable enough, I will reconsider your position in the Legion in the future." ”

Seeing the other party retreat, Darkan quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. The reason why he knew how to contact Satel was because Kergas had invited him before, but he did not want the Legion to come and conquer the world, so he refused. After all, he wants power, not a wasteland, and being ruled by a new master.

But now, being treated 'unfairly' by the Silvermoon Council, he is happy to cause some trouble, even disaster, to these mediocre rulers.

And that self-righteous idiot......

Fantasizing about the sanction that the mid-level mage was about to receive, Darkan's face showed a happy smile, and while waving his hand to control the magic power, he opened his mouth to the other party and asked, "You should know him, right?"

Looking at Lanros, who was gradually becoming clear next to Darkan, Satel's eyes narrowed slightly, obviously thinking of what the other party was going to say: "Since it is cooperation, then tell me, what do you want?"

"I have only one request. Undisguised ferocity appeared in his eyes, Darkan clenched his fists, and the illusion of Lanlos drawn by magic instantly disappeared, "Quel'Salas only needs one example, and that's me!"

The magic faded away, and the landscape in front of me returned to calm, in fact, not peaceful. Satelle was still standing on the astrological platform, and the strange green ** force continued to pour out from the diversion devices of the magic net nodes floating in the air, infusing the complex inscriptions under her feet with majestic and powerful energy.

The fine green veins not only cover the entire astrological platform, but even the entire top of the tower.

From a distance, it looks as if someone has lit a huge green candle in the dark night. But under the cover of magic, the High Elves in the distance could not see this ominous scene.

"Angry, or unwilling?"

In silence, a penetrating voice suddenly sounded in Sataire's ears, which was extremely subtle, but it seemed to be full of a magic that made people want to listen carefully. The weird thing was that there wasn't anything around her that could speak, no, except for one......

Turning his head slowly, Sataire's gaze focused on the scarlet scythe in the center of the astrological table.

Ursales, arguably the strongest Dreadlord of all time, even dared to confront Sargeras head-on as Nasrezm, known for his intrigue and cunning. Although he still couldn't escape death in the end, he didn't die completely because of it.

Sargeras forged the Scythe of Demonsteel from the flames of Mardon's destruction and devoured all the rebels, but the power and will of the Dreadlord Ursares was too strong for him to be consumed by the scythe like the other demons, but to assimilate with it.

Ursones is this artifact, and this artifact is Ursales.

For countless years, Sargeras bestowed upon his command many powerful beings, treacherous and cunning Dreadlords, cruel Doomsday Lords, and even powerful demigods, whose souls were eventually devoured by Ussaleus. And Ursales's power has grown so strong that Sargeras has a hard time finding a servant who can harness it.

This shows how strong Satel's will, who threatened to become the last master of Ursales, was. But again, the pressure on her was just as heavy.

"You're getting more and more cowardly. Again, Ursales' distinctive voice was like a leaky flute, hoarse but unusually powerful, crashing straight into his own soul, constantly invading his will and spirit.

"I am your master!" Satyr snorted as she gazed at the dreadlord's skull, which had been nailed to the tip of the scythe by several scarlet spikes, and snorted in a deep voice, but instead of being so reckless as she had done to mortals or demons before, this time, she suppressed her anger.

As the master of Ursales, she knows that the other party is more than just a powerful weapon.

"Don't you feel ashamed to be despised by mortals, even used as a pawn?" Ursaleth's voice showed a faint anger, obviously his master was at the mercy of such a mere elf, which made him very angry. Not just to the elf, but more to Sattel.

His brows furrowed fiercely, and a fierce look flashed in Sataire's eyes: "I will kill him and make him my slave forever, they will all be like this!"

"Then why don't you act now?"

"I can't fight this land alone, at least not yet. ”

"If it were Sargeras, he wouldn't want you like that. At the end of the day, you're still too weak......"

Although he was reluctant to admit his words, Satelle knew that Ursalus was right. She's still too weak compared to Sargeras, that's for sure.

"You can't blame me, you promised to bring me supreme power, but where is this power?!" almost roared in question, Satel stared at the white flames that emerged from the hollow eye socket of the skull, and the anger on his face grew stronger.

After a long silence, there was an eerie laugh from Ursaleus: "Isn't it already close at hand?"

Hearing this, the hideousness on Sataire's face gradually dissipated, and she slowly raised her head, and the golden pillar of light that soared into the sky in the distance was reflected in her eyes, completely covering up the indescribable complex emotions revealed in it.