When Uther no longer hesitated, and raised his knight's sword to slaughter people in the city of Lordaeron, Baron Titus Rivendell, who hurried back to Stratholme from the front of the battlefield, was finally ready.

After obtaining permission to access the magic net from Quel'Salas in advance, and with the help of Master Stratholme's teleportation technique, Baron Rivendell and his accompanying staff were directly teleported to the predetermined meeting place, the Firehawk Manor on the outskirts of Sunny Breeze Village.

As the local host and intermediary leader, Mattis Firehawk personally came to greet him outside the gate, and welcomed Salian and Rivendell, who arrived almost at the same time, into the manor.

Titus Rivendell was a mediocre human nobleman, whose only characteristic, if anything, was that he was slightly paler than the others.

"Huh?"

As he entered the manor hall and shook hands politely with Baron Rivendell, Sarjan was keenly aware of something unusual.

This is ...... A faint force of death? ’

Saljan quietly checked Baron Rivendell's vitality.

'Still a living man, but his soul is mixed with a part of the gray power of death, and the rumors are true. ’

Normally, it is impossible for the human soul to be mixed with the power of death, and Baron Rivendell's anomaly means that he is indeed secretly in contact with the Cult of the Damned.

After confirming this fact, Saljan glanced at the staff group brought with Baron Rivendell out of the corner of his eye as he sat down, and sure enough, he found the clue.

There were a total of 5 members of Baron Rivendell's entourage, and 4 of them, like Baron Rivendell's souls, could vaguely feel some disturbing death power.

And the last one......

Saljan narrowed his eyes at the mysterious man who had been wearing a hood and acting rather impolite.

As the host, Mattis Flame Eagle was also a little dissatisfied with the guest who was always unwilling to take off his hood, and deliberately did not stop Sarren's somewhat rude long gaze.

Baron Rivendell looked a little embarrassed by this, and he turned to look at the silent staff member and said, "Otherwise, you ......"

"Heh~"

Before Baron Rivendell could figure out a way to play the round, Saljan suddenly let out a chuckle.

"Don't hide it, old friend, you're not testing me, are you?"

"Hehe~"

A familiar voice that was slightly hoarse came from the hooded man's mouth, and he finally raised his hands and removed the gray-black hood from his head, revealing a middle-aged human face as pale as snow.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you, Sarjan."

Saljan replied with a smile, "It's been a long time since we've seen each other in person, Kel'thugad. ”

As the contemporary leader of the Flame Eagle family among the four nobles, Mattis knew a number of important national policies that were classified as top secrets by the Sun King, and his eyes immediately widened when he heard the name Kel'thugad.

"You're ......"

"Shh~"

Kel'thugad, whose expression had not changed much, raised his mind and instructed Matisse to remain silent.

Mattis was not unaware of the importance of the matter, he quickly restrained his slightly fluctuating emotions, waved his henchmen to close the door to the chamber, and asked the mages to cast spells to seal the chamber so that no sound from the room could be heard outside.

After confirming that he was well prepared, Mattis looked at Saljan with a wry smile.

"Sarren, you've surprised me."

Salian spread his hands innocently: "One thing to say, I didn't expect to see Kel'thugad here. ”

"If that's ......"

Salaan looked at Baron Rivendell, who was still a little unclear, as if he was a little meaningful: "Your Excellency this baron should be your person, right?" ”

Kel'thugad, who had already transformed himself into a lich with the help of Sarjan, nodded lightly, and took a kitten from the wide sleeve of his robe and stroked it gently.

"I was a native of Stratholme before I went to Dalaran to study, my family was a small aristocrat that had long since declined, and Titus was my friend for many years, and we knew each other at a very young age."

In addition to Baron Rivendell himself, the few staff members he brought with him were also members of the Cursed Sect, and they were Kel'thugad's henchmen, who only listened to Kelthugad's words and didn't care about the Lich King.

After confirming that all the people present were trustworthy people, Sarian asked straight to the point, "So?" You took the risk of following Baron Rivendell to meet with me, there must be something important that is inconvenient to talk about in remote communication, right? ”

"Indeed."

Placing the kitten, Mr. Bigworth, on the table and letting it pac back and forth freely on the large conference table, Kel'thugad's already stiff expression became more serious.

"With your sensitivity to the development of events, Lordaeron should have known about the situation now, right?"

Sarian nodded: "I've been following the development of the situation in Lordaeron throughout the whole process, what's the matter?" Nao Zu also intends to intervene in this infighting? ”

Kel'thugad nodded, but then shook his head and explained, "He did want to take advantage of the turmoil in Lordaeron's royal city to greatly expand the influence of the Cursed Sect, but I persuaded him. ”

"Why?"

"It's simple."

A cold glint flashed in Kel's cold-toned eyes: "Because the Burning Legion also wants to make a fuss about this Lordaeron civil war, those big bats have invested a lot of manpower around the royal city. ”

"If my prediction is correct, the Silver Hand, which has always been neutral, should have begun to act under your guidance, right? Now is not a good time for the Cursed Sect to join in, and if you don't do it, you will be affected by the two sides that are in full swing. ”

The reason why the Cursed Sect was able to grow rapidly throughout Lordaeron was not because of their strong hard power, but because the actions of these guys were stealthy enough and their slogans could easily attract the old and powerful who were afraid of death.

In terms of strength, the Scourge Legion's manpower in Lordaeron is far inferior to that of the Burning Legion, which has been deployed for several years.

Since Kel'thugad had predicted in advance that the Silver Hand would go on a killing spree in the royal city, he certainly wouldn't throw away his hard-earned manpower to die.

Lordaeron's turmoil took place right next door to Quel'Salas, and Kel'thugad knew that Sarean would definitely make a move.

After anticipating the development of events through his knowledge of the Sarjan, Kel'thugad changed his mind and planned to slowly expand his power from the outside in, starting with the rural noble lords far from the center of Lordaeron's power.

In order to avoid being discovered by Naozu, the time for each remote contact between Kel'thugad and Sarean was very short, and it was impossible to exchange opinions in detail on the more complex layout.

Taking the opportunity of accompanying his old friend Baron Rivendell to the appointment, Kel'thugad planned to communicate with Sarren face-to-face, so as not to inadvertently injure the "friendly army" in the future operation.

Baron Rivendell's expression was constantly changing while listening to Kel'thugad and Sarren's plan, and Mattis, who heard this top-secret secret for the first time, was no better than him.

Both of them were noble lords who were inclined to command the army, and they could only understand half of what they were talking about, and gradually began to lose track of the rhythm.

In desperation, the two brothers smiled bitterly and chatted with each other, which also happened to bring the relationship between the two families who have maintained a friendship for more than 2,000 years.

On this side, Sarayan was still exchanging information with Kel'thugad.

"So, the Burning Legion is determined to take this opportunity to tear up a piece of territory in the center of Lordaeron as a stronghold?"

Kel'thugad nodded, "At least that's true of the way those big bats are moving now, but I always feel that something is wrong. ”

"Hmph~" Salian reminded with a sneer, "Don't think that those Dreadlords are really dead set on the Burning Legion. ”

"Speaking of which, you don't know the true origin of the Nasrezm race, do you?"

After learning from Sarean that the so-called Dreadlord was originally from the Shadow Realm, Kel'thugad, who had little mood swings after becoming a lich, couldn't help but show surprise.

"Is that so? So ......"

Kel'thugad's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "The strange behavior of those Dreadlord is justified. ”

"Ostensibly, they're fighting for the Burning Legion, but in reality they've been sitting on the side of the Shadow Realm."

"I guess they're trying to take this opportunity to stir up trouble with the banner of the Burning Legion, and send more fresh souls from Azeroth to the Warden of the Abyss."