(In the entire spiritual circuit of monthly tickets, Ner's arrogant laughter echoed. Kel'thuzadeh shrank his spirit into a small ball and humbly shared his master's joy.

This is a grand goal, the only way to immortality and eternal life.

Terenas? The poor old man still doesn't know that he is just a pawn that can be abandoned at any time.

Thinking of this, Kel's Thujad's mouth rose wildly, showing a sarcastic expression.

Of course, he was still the devout servant projected into the spiritual world of Neozu. His disrespect was only directed at Terenas.

"His Majesty the Great Lich King, please note that McDonald Stantholm will not die for a day, even if Arthas becomes a Death Knight, he will not be convinced. McDonald is Arthas's last light of hope."

"The Light of Hope?" Ner's Zu said contemptuously: "It's okay, as long as you have enough souls, [Sadness of Frost] is invincible! When Arthas himself killed his good brother who vowed to repay his life, it was the most important part of this ethical drama!"

"Your Majesty, your wisdom is unparalleled in the world!" Kelthuzad flattered.

"Of course!" Perhaps the more depressed you are, the more you rebound. Without Kiljadan's fingers, Ner's ambition began to sprout: "Yes, you should almost withdraw. The Stantamsome leader seems to have mastered the method of dispelling souls. You don't need to take risks, just let the terrifying demon kings who are in trouble die for you."

"clear!"

Cut off his spiritual connection with Kel Thuzad, and Neozu immediately contacted one of the people he had in his mouth.

“Marganis!”

"Waiting for your command, my Lord."

The one who appeared in the spiritual sea of ​​Neozu was a demon creature with huge purple bat wings and angled on its head.

The Demon King of Fear - is a wise and cunning demon. They are intelligence officers and interrogators of the Burning Legion, and are one of the high-level demons of the Burning Legion. They serve as secret police or interrogators in the Burning Legion.

They are a group of villains without any sympathy. They live by the energy of mortal creatures. They often use intimidation or fraud to kill each other, and then let the whole world fall under their dark influence. They conquered many worlds by controlling their enemy's thoughts and turned the enemy into their own minions.

"How are you preparing?"

"It's very smooth. At 12 o'clock tonight, there will be 70% of the palace guards, and servants and palace maids will be transformed into undead people."

"Very good, leave some living people to wear a facade. Just wait for tomorrow's throne meeting and start together!"

"clear."

After cutting off the spiritual connection again, Ner's seldom found himself feeling... cold.

right!

In the spiritual world, he is the omnipotent Lich King.

In reality, he is just a tool that was thrown into the Northrend snowfield by Kiljadan!

Sorry, I have to remove the word [people]!

The huge gap between "omnipotence" and "nothing can be done" made him feel uncomfortable.

The despair and pain imprisoned in the ice crystal skeleton did not seem to drive Nerzu crazy.

"It was the damn McDonald who saw through my plan! Otherwise I could just season Alsace to become the best ** for me!"

"If he hadn't turned the league into such a strong one, if Orgrim's waste was stronger and destroyed the league, there would have been so many troubles! No!"

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

"Term! Tolerate! Yes! I will be patient until Arthas personally inserted [Sadness of Frost] into McDonald's chest."

"Hahaha! That's the greatest delicacy!"

Neozu spoke to himself a little incoherently, which was already the best way for him to remain rational, otherwise he would have completely collapsed under the abuse of Kiljadan's soul.

Time passes by minute by minute.

The beautiful Palace of Lordaeron is undergoing changes that are unknown to outsiders.

Uther felt a little confused, and suddenly he received an order from his superiors, asking him to look at the door.

Since entering the palace, he has been disliked by his colleagues. There is no way, among all the guard captains, he is the only civilian, and the other captains are still a jazz.

Uther insisted on his beliefs.

He accepted all this silently, and whenever he had the opportunity, he would patiently tell every colleague who was rude to him about the morality of the Holy Light, even if the other party was unwilling to listen.

A throne meeting was held today. From early in the morning, Uther had watched the gorgeous carriages enter at the gate.

To be honest, this meeting is actually not very high in specifications.

All countries were busy with post-war reconstruction. Among the seven human kingdoms, only Kurtiras and Lordaeron were present by the king.

The Storm Kingdom sent Gavinlad to represent the Doom.

Dalaran sent Delanden, a member of the six-member parliament, to Kenry.

Ultratown is represented by Count Katrina Presto.

Stormgard was present by the representative of the current highest-ranking Admiral Oslet (domestic military rank) due to the disappearance of the acting king Danas Thorbain.

As for Gilness, no one was sent.

Among the many dukes, McDonald is now, and Lao Mo and Abidis are still guarding the Watch Castle, and only Duke Lordaemir is here.

As for the Marquis and Earl, more than a dozen were present.

Uther meticulously saluted the carriage of every big man.

When he arrived at the main hall, King Dailin was stunned. His personal guard shouted at the Lord Lord's ritual in front of him, "What? Do you know who this person is by my side? Even His Majesty Prodmore is not allowed to bring weapons into the room?"

The ritual officer kept sweating, nodded and bowed constantly, and repeated, "I am really sorry. Several of you insisted that their dead ancestors still had supreme glory, and their opposition was quite fierce. In order for today's meeting to be held in a civilized way to avoid unnecessary harm caused by excessive actions. His Majesty Minaisir ordered that all participants were prohibited from entering with weapons."

Dai Lin sighed, of course he understood the power of tradition: "Forget it, as Lordaeron's most loyal ally, I have no reason not to believe Lordaeron's Royal Guard."

Dai Lin handed over his scimitar and musket, and only wore a sword into his interior.

Yi Jian just pretends to behave, the sword body is as thin as paper, and it doesn't even open the blade.

After entering, Dai Lin found that he was the second to last.

Of course, it was customary for Terenas to appear as the leader of the league.

After Dai Lin sat down, the door of the throne conference room closed, the magic circle opened as usual, and then the ritual officials sang the title.

"Tested by the gods of heaven - great..." The ritual officer opened his mouth and said a string of titles: "His Majesty Terenas Minaisheir arrived-"

For some reason, the moment Dalin saw Terenas' pale but bloodless face, he had an extremely ominous premonition.

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