Flapping his wings weakly, Marganis swayed forward with his head in severe pain. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The most feared thing about the Dreadlords is that they are very difficult to kill, and with a supernatural ability derived from the talent of the race, the Legendary-level Dreadlords can attach a trace of their soul to any creature under certain conditions.

It is with this ability that the Dreadlord destroys one powerful force after another, causing countless races that were originally united as a rock, with strong beliefs and strong wills, to collapse in mutual suspicion.

"Yo! Isn't this Marganis! It's so miserable, is it possible that you, a coward, dare to go to the bottom of the blood prison?"

But on the other hand, if the puppet that was possessed and devoured by the Dreadlord suddenly died, the Dreadlord would actually suffer a certain amount of damage, especially this time, Marganis's soul was directly burned by a large amount of holy light on the way to escape from Azeroth, and even if it finally returned to its body, it was already weakened, and indirectly, the main Marganis also suffered the biggest blow in history.

"Banazal, didn't you go to kneel and lick Kil'Gardan, what is it? Kicked back because of defeat?"

"Hey, Marganis, being a dog also has the benefits of being a dog!"

Sneering, Balzac flapped the purple batwings behind him, and clusters of purple soul fire quickly coalesced behind the Dreadlord with a small wail to form a purple mist.

"Nightmare Tide..."

After staring at the purple mist behind Balzac for a long time, Marganis muttered with an ugly face.

As most demons ridiculed, the power structure of the Nasrezm clan is unique in the entire abyss, and their supreme power is elected through the clan election, but this does not mean that the supreme person of Nasrezm is the scum of power, in fact, how can the cunning demon king not know that power is the important bargaining chip of the abyss.

Therefore, every Nasrezm Supreme is also the supreme of power, in fact, only Nasrezm who has been in the blood prison at the bottom has the power to attack the supreme position.

However, the innate congenital limitation of the race is there, and Nasrezm's physical strength will never reach the terrifying level that Annarlan can shatter the world barrier with his physical body alone, and the spell talent is irrepressibly inclined to various specific talent skills because of the continuous absorption of the race's bloodline, and most of Nasrezm's natural skills are biased towards life-saving and support types, in short, the natural Nasrezm is a typical example of the unwritten waste wood in the demons.

However, this limitation is much weaker in some elite Nasrezm, and under the continuous destruction of the abyssal environment, the Nasrezm clan has gradually derived several more feasible elite evolution directions.

Among them, with the necromantic plague as the core, the route of the advanced plague breacher is the most difficult and painful, but as long as it is successfully advanced, it will instantly jump out of the essence of the waste wood and march towards the level of the demon lord without hindrance, and the tide of nightmares behind Balzac is one of the important symbols of the advanced plague level breacher.

"You've conquered a small world, aren't you..."

Shocked to find that the same clan in front of him had embarked on a bright road, Marganis immediately flickered his mind, and his eyes focused on the other party's face.

"Hmph, it turns out that you just condensed the core of the necromantic plague, Balzac, it seems that your dog legs still have some effect, and that one actually gave you a necromantic sacrifice!"

Sneered and flapped the bat's wings and landed on the ground, the shock and jealousy on Marganis's face were no longer left behind, condensing the necromantic plague core is only a starting point for advanced plague breachers, although this step is also extremely difficult, but theoretically, as long as a necromantic sacrifice of more than 100,000 lives is enough for the sacrificial to form a barely up to the standard necromantic plague core, this level of necromantic sacrifice is not a big problem for any demon lord, although it is a little painful, but it is far from the bottom of the broken bones.

However, the particularity of the Nasrezm clan leads to the fact that even if they are promoted to the legendary level, few Nasrezm will leave the clan to establish their own abyssal territory, which not only creates the strength of the Nasrezm clan, but also causes the entire Nasrezm Clan to be embarrassed that in addition to the three supreme ones who are the Great Lords of the Abyss, the number of small lords of the Abyss is not even as good as that of weak demon species such as succubi and demon guards.

Therefore, Marganis can be sure that the same race in front of him can condense the core of the necromantic plague, which must be due to the gift of the supreme of the Burning Legion.

"A city of elves!"

The corners of his mouth pulled out in an eerie arc that seemed to be racial, and Banazal smiled as he retracted the tide of nightmares behind him.

"Dysom..."

His face showed a little surprise again, he had been active in Azeroth's conspiracy, he had long known Balzac's lurking target, and even he clearly knew the various plans of the Sunseeker Royal Court for this "free city", thinking of this, Marganis's expression suddenly moved, and then he stared at Banazar for a while, and his face suddenly hung a malicious mockery.

"I'll just say what's wrong, as the largest elven city in the Ghost Land, the resident elves of Daisom are close to twenty thousand, plus the garrison and some mobile elves, it can even be close to twenty-five thousand, so many high-quality elves actually just make you barely condense the heart core, Balzac, it turns out that you have just been beaten back into the void!"

"Hmph, I've at least managed to condense my heart core, what about you, you coward, you cowardice took so long, and in the end you didn't get anything, I really don't know how His Highness Tikdios fell in love with you idiot in the first place!"

I don't know if he was a little annoyed and angry by Marganis's taunt or disdainful of chewing his tongue with the other party, Balzac snorted coldly and let out a taunt, and once again instigated his wings and flew towards a huge palace complex in the distance.

As he flew coquettishly, he released the tide of nightmares behind him, and after scattering the fire of the plague all the way, Balzac landed in front of the steps of the core palace amid the exclamations of the people who kept coming out.

Feeling the various stares that kept coming from all around, the demon lowered his mouth contentedly, raised his feet and stepped up the thousand-story staircase, the huge palace gate in the distance was already open, and the demon's whisper was accompanied by an undetectable darkness condensed in the gate, and a cold air hit his heart again, Balzac immediately bowed his head respectfully and accelerated the pace of progress.

"The erosion of Azeroth has entered the most critical stage! It is also the time for our people to play their greatest role! As long as we increase the manpower of erosion, we can completely control the creatures of this world in our hands first, cowardly, greedy, incompetent, these flesh creatures have too many weaknesses that can be exploited! Humans, especially so!"

In the huge dark hall, Balzac stood on a high platform in the center, shouting to the three demon lords on the three supreme thrones in front of him, and in his hand, a shining ball of light kept spinning, which was the whole picture of Azeroth.

"But, Balzac, you must understand that Azeroth's external defense system is still intact, and the protection of the Titans is the biggest obstacle to eroding this world, no matter how much internal strife and chaos there is, without the support of the Legion's invasion, it can only be a temporary chaos, this has long been a foregone conclusion!"

The three Great Lords sitting firmly on the supreme throne were silent for a long time when they heard this, until there was a small conversation from the surrounding senators, and the huge figure on the left slowly spoke, and the voice rumbled in the huge conference hall, without the slightest hint of Nasrezm's treachery, but full of iron-blooded domineering.

"High Highness Annetheron, the time has come now! The skeleton, the old orc who had been sealed in Azeroth by Lord Kilgardan, has fully adapted to its body and is loyal to the Legion again!

Bowing to the huge figure, Balzac said respectfully.

"Hmph, that ant, I thought he had gone mad in the endless darkness!"

"So being able to serve the legion again is his only way out, although he is bold and reckless, this ant with only one skull left is still a little self-aware!"

Ignoring the malicious sarcasm that came from above, Balzac continued.

"In fact, he has already started to erode the Northern Continent, the human Lordaeron, and even the elven Quel'Thalas, and he has achieved remarkable results!"

"Balzac!"

A deep voice suddenly came down from the central throne, and in an instant, the entire hall fell silent, and even Balzac, who was still in high spirits just now, immediately bowed his body respectfully.

"Yes, the Most High!"

"Within ten Azeroth years, your authority has been raised to the High Lord level!"

"Yes!"

Stunned, Malzac immediately lowered his head in surprise.

"Show me! Azeroth is neither the beginning nor the end!"

"Yes, the Most High!" (To be continued.) )