When Terenus heard the raven's words, he dismissed him as a madman's soothsayer, and ignored him.

It's just that things turned out far beyond everyone's expectations.

The spread of the plague can simply be described as out of control.

Now it seems that the madman did have some skills.

"Of course", Xu Mochao snapped his fingers, "He is the son of Magna Egwene of the Tirisfa Council and Nylas Elam, the ** master of the Stormwind City, and also the master of Khadgar, Medivan." ”

When Xu Mochao said the words "Medivan", Terenus and Muradin exclaimed in unison:

"It can't be!"

Terenus even said categorically, "Medivan is already dead!" The culprit who caused the war between the Human Alliance and the Orc Horde, he was destroyed by Lothar and Khadgar in Karazhan! ”

Muradin on the side nodded repeatedly, "If it weren't for him, these two wars wouldn't have happened." ”

When Xu Mochao heard this, he stood up and laughed.

"My child, what are you laughing at?"

Terenus asked, puzzled.

"First, although I don't know why, Medivan is not dead, and the crow is his incarnation. The reason I say he's a god stick is because he didn't just find my father and me, but Antonidas, Gianna, and Sal. ”

"Sal? Which Sal? ”

The curious Muradin couldn't help but ask.

"You listen to me first."

Xu Mochao waved his hand and continued, "Second, it's not two wars. ”

"How not?"

Muradin was even more curious, "The first time was Medivan who built the Dark Gate to bring the orc tribe to our kingdom, and the second time forced us to form an alliance, and the two wars cost us a lot......"

"No, there's a third time."

"What did you say?"

This time, even Terenus could not sit still, and stood up in surprise and looked at Arthas as if he had known his son for the first day.

"Our enemies are not orcs, but the Burning Legion that sent them to us", Xu Mochao raised his head and looked into the distance, muttering, "The third war has begun, if I guess correctly, they should have already made a move." ”

……

……

This is the home of arcane energy.

This is the birthplace of evil full of chaotic energy.

It is also the birthplace of demons, home to countless evil creatures.

Here it is—warp plane-time.

As the most powerful commander of the Burning Legion and the first demon to join the Legion, the Dreadlord is trusted by the leaders of the Burning Legion, and Melganis is one of them.

He was tasked with overseeing the Lich King and his army of the undead, and at the moment he had an important mission to lure Arthas, Prince of Lordaeron, into joining the scourge of the undead.

Everything went very smoothly.

Arthas was originally a dutiful and noble paladin, but when he saw the people turn into undead warriors because they ate contaminated food, and slaughtered other people.

He, angry.

He could not tolerate such cruel persecution of his people and destruction of his homeland.

Arthas didn't know what he was up against, he was still too young compared to the cunning Kel'thugad and Melganis.

In this way, he stepped into the trap step by step, killing the lich, slaughtering Stratholme, and finally being lured by Melganis to the northern continent of Northrend, and successfully found the Frost Sorrow.

This sword was crafted by the Lich King himself, enough to suck the souls of the living for his own use, and this terrifying power was given by the Dreadlord clan.

Even if he were the prince of Lordaeron, he would be a loyal servant of the Lich King from the moment he plucked the Frost Sorrow.

It was supposed to be like this.

Unexpectedly, Arthas, who pulled out the sorrow of frost, didn't have a, just slept for a few hours and woke up.

This still made him angry and quite dissatisfied.

What Melganis could not have predicted was that Arthas, after pulling out the Frost Sorrow, did not rely on the power of the sword, but simply relied on the art of command to defeat his army of the undead, and finally chopped himself to death.

It's incredible!

Fortunately, the Dreadlord will return to the Warped Void after his death—he will not actually die until the other party can chase him down and kill him.

"Damn, damn, damn!"

Melganis in the twisted void roared in unison, and the lower demons nearby trembled.

"Arthas, I won't let you go!

And the Lich King's shit! What can Frost Sorrow say to control Arthas, and what is the result? ”

Melganis made it clear that he wanted to get back to Azeroth as soon as possible, get rid of the Lich King, the bastard who had disgraced him, and then go to Arthas.

He was panicking now.

He was not able to complete the task this time, and neither the leader of the Dreadlord, Tikdios, nor the leader of the Burning Legion, would let him go.

Tikdios is okay, because there is no way for the Dreadlords to kill each other, and there is no way for one Dreadlord to kill another.

But the guys of the Burning Legion are different, they deal with themselves as easily as crushing an ant.

However, just as he was about to leave, a voice sounded the last thing he wanted to hear:

"Where are you going? Melganis? ”

"Ah, Lord Akmund?"

Melganis stammered after turning his head and seeing the appearance of the person who had come.

"I think I heard someone talking about rubbish?"

"Ah, I'm talking about the Lich King, yes, that's the guy!

He said that the frost sorrow he created would definitely be able to turn Arthas into one of our people, who knows that it is useless, it is simply a waste! ”

"Really? If I'm not mistaken, Frost Sorrow still has the power of your Nasrezm, right? ”

"Yes...... Yes......"

"So, it doesn't seem like it's just the Lich King, right?"

"Big, big guy spare your life!"

Melganis knelt without any backbone.

The Fear Demon King is bloodthirsty, insidious and cunning, and because of this, they see the opportunity very quickly.

At this moment, when I saw that the situation was wrong, I immediately confessed.

It's a pity that Akmund is not easy to fool, looking at Melganis, who was covered in green, he said coldly: "Since it is waste, there is no need to exist!" ”

His right hand shook weakly, and Melganis didn't even have time to react before he died, just as he did when he was slashed to death by Xu Mochao.

This time, though, he was truly dead.

"The Lich King, an army of the undead? Hum! ”

Akmund's gaze looked through the void into the distance: "Tikdios, you listen to me clearly:

Melganis, this waste has been solved by me!

Next, I want you to take it upon yourself to summon me to Azeroth! ”