The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Ohhhh, look who's here?!"

"Detherok, you are still the same, a fat Nathrezim."

As they were talking, images slowly came from a dark green magic ball to the snowy ground in the dark night, to a hidden snowy location somewhere in Northrend.

Two dragon men, six images of other races that were not dragon men...surrounded this dark green magic ball in eight directions.

"Haha, you're still the same, Casanatier."

Seeing such a familiar environment, Detherok's current human warrior image smiled disapprovingly.

After accepting this mission that could cost his life at any time, he was surprised at the dwarf warrior's current appearance of Casanatiel.

But no matter what kind of dwarf his brother had become, even from a distance he could still smell the "stench" of the one who once and now controlled the apocalypse.

No matter what kind of cooperation he had with him before, now Detherock just wants to remind his brothers, the brothers who are unaware.

One of their brothers, Kasanatier, also joined the operation, and he, Detherok, was...

"Brothers, I think you must be surprised that the party is brought forward."

Ignoring Diseloc's performance, the Dreadlord, who appeared as a blue four-legged armored dragon, spoke out a reminder.

He has been staying in this land of only ice and snow for four days, and his patience is almost "exhausted".

Although this gathering was held ahead of schedule, he was not at all panicked by the other brothers...

"Mephistroth, let's not talk about anything else and get straight to the point."

Near him, a sturdy two-legged plate-armored dragonman who was also a blue dragonman said, "My brothers."

"Report your current work progress. I need some appropriate reasons to explain to Lord Kil'jaeden."

"He has learned of Ner'zhul's failure, and he wants an explanation for the symbol's failure."

Although he was unhappy that Mephistroth had once again spoken to him in a roundabout way, he still acted like a good leader.

Without fighting or competing, he is the leader standing at the highest point.

He has no need to be happy or sad about the little actions of his compatriots.

He was very satisfied with his brothers' expressions of no surprise and their continued behavior.

"Lord Tichondrius... God bless you, I will live up to your expectations."

"And everyone has high hopes for me. I, Balnazar, have not let my brothers down."

A middle-aged human wearing the uniform of the Church of Holy Light bowed and said, holding a Holy Light staff.

When he bowed, the Holy Light Staff flashed with holy light, as if agreeing with what he said.

How ironic, that the Light agreed with His followers that they had not failed the demons... the humans, elves, and dragonkind.

"In these four days, I have completed the prototypes of several sects."

“As time goes by, the seeds that the eight of us brothers have carefully planted together will grow strong and healthy.”

Raising his hand to summon a soft yellow holy light, Balnazar said, "Of course, I got some news."

"The Knights of the Silver Hand are indeed searching for us, but..."

After a pause, Balnazzar looked at his brothers and said, "Their holy light magic."

"It seems that it is not as powerful as we thought. It can easily find our whereabouts."

"Arthas Menethil, he is just a special case. He is the only special case against our Holy Light."

When saying these words, Balnazar sounded like a kind priest, and his tone contained an element of persuasion to do good.

Saying things that betray the Holy Light and help the devil.

Not only did his face flash with pain from time to time, but also with a hint of blasphemous excitement.

Indeed, at this moment he was truly a believer of the Holy Light standing on the edge of the Holy Light, extremely conflicted about whether or not to betray the Holy Light.

"Your progress doesn't seem to be fast enough, my brother."

The image of a dreadlord transformed into a blue-eyed male high elf, his blue eyes suddenly flashed green as a reminder.

In their mission, the one against ignorant mortals, Balnazzar was able to complete the prototype of the sect with so little resistance.

I really feel sorry for the efficiency of the Nathrezim. It's really...

"Mal'Ganis, have you already obtained the Book of Medivh?"

Hearing Detherok's question, the other male high elf image couldn't help but clench his fists.

With the sound of his loosened hand bones cracking, he said, "Detherok, shut up."

"Haha... Anaselon, you are too impatient."

The sturdy and thin human warrior waved his shield and said, "If you ask me."

"You guys can't even complete this simplest assault mission, right?!"

"No way, no way?!"

"My brother, the second in command of our Nathrezim..."

"That's enough, Detherok, shut up!"

Not far from Detherok, a brown-haired human mage image shouted loudly.

"Ha ha ha! Varimathras, how long do you think you can keep up that disguise?"

"My brother, you hid with Galen Trollbane, while I..."

"Well, well, my brothers, it's time to end our boring argument."

Raising his dragon claws, Tichondrius sealed Detherok's voice and said, "Especially you, Detherok."

"We are all tolerant of our compatriots, but you today, your words... are too much."

Turning to look at the inelegant and rude elf, Tichondrius's vertical pupils lit up and he said, "Anetheron."

"Before I hear about the progress of others, I want to know what difficulties you encountered in Dalaran?"

In this hidden land where the sky was covered with ice and snow and glowed faintly, Tichondrius felt that only this news could ease his melancholy of the past four days.

There is a chance to take down the Nexus, but the threat from the Blue Dragon King should not be underestimated.

Talking to the Dragon King, who seemed neither crazy nor insane, made him feel a little frustrated.

"The Book of Medivh cannot be taken."

Loosening his fist, Anetheron stretched out his palm which was not in its original state and said, "Those mortal mages are very cautious."

“Even though Mal’Ganis and I infiltrated their ranks, they still didn’t fully trust us.”

"Because their infiltration skills against us are different from what we knew before."

"Every time I enter their internal process, they will find ways to test... to test whether each entrant is a demon?"

Click, click, click.

With one hand, he flattened his deformed, bloodless palm and said with a relaxed brow, "Tichondrius, Mal'Ganis and I can only stay inside as spies."

"We decided to temporarily abandon the Book of Medivh... because they seem to know some secrets that even Kil'jaeden doesn't know."

“This is very surprising to Mal’Ganis and me, and even a little worrying.”

After saying this, Anetheron stopped talking and carefully and elegantly repaired his normal elven hand which was gradually filled with arcane power.

At this time, Mal'Ganis echoed: "Yes, brothers."

"Those mortals' methods of handling confidential matters are backward, but we cannot let our guard down."

Reaching out to grab the flying snow that covered the ground, Mal'Ganis suddenly clenched his fist and said, "This is just a delicious and sweet bait placed in front of Anetheron and me."

"They obviously already knew that we were hiding among them, and they just released the news to trap us."

With the power of the image, Mal'Ganis crushed the snowball in his hand and said, "We must come up with another strategy regarding the method of finding the Book of Medivh."

After explaining in a deep voice the situation that he and Anaselon needed to change and the situation that needed to be changed in their plans, the two high elf images stopped and waited for the work reports from the others.

On the surface, the simplest entry-level book borrowing task is already facing the possibility of failure at any time, so the two of them are also looking forward to the "bad" situations in the other three routes.

Fat Nathrezim, what Detherok said was right, they failed, it was a painful lesson.

"Well, our situation is indeed precarious now."

At this moment, the brown-haired human wizard Varimathras said: "Even Galen Trollbane, the future king of Stormgarde."

"He has been informed of this by the current king of this country, Thoras Trollbane - we, the Nathrezim, want to destroy the human kingdom."

Varimathras, with his bald head showing his Mediterranean look, stroked his hair and concluded: "It must be said that our enemies are indeed arrogant."

"Not only did they release this kind of intelligence, they also produced 'reasonable' evidence."

"To make the top leaders of this country, who are still unaware of the crisis, make up their minds to openly help them."

Pointing to the magic ball in front of him, Varimathras said: "This clearly shows that they know many secrets of us Nathrezim."

"And this kind of secret is definitely not something that Kel'Thuzad or Ner'zhul can reveal."

"Oh, my three brothers."

"You have set your sights on Stromgarde for the new Lich... the Lord of the Dead?"

With deep doubts, Balnazzar asked the question at the right time, holding the staff that was still shining with holy light.

He felt it was a wrong decision, Stormwind, the Trollbane family of Stromgarde.

They are not an existence that can easily overthrow the current Lordaeron Alliance or any wartime alliance.

Because of the Kingdom of Stormgarde, its geographical location...

The image of the dwarf warrior took a step forward and pointed at the magic ball in the middle, and a map of the Eastern Kingdoms appeared.

"Arathi Highlands, we can go south and attack Stormwind City directly."

"We can go west to capture Dalaran, or go north to the dwarven lands of Aerie or Lordaeron."

"If we retreat, we can easily defend this place with the high walls left by the former Arathi Empire."

Stroking his bearded chin, Casanatier explained: "But this place has strategic significance."

“For us today, it’s actually not that big.”

"Even if the people of this country have a strong and tough character, they are just materials after they die."

"Possessing or hypnotizing their superiors will not help us in summoning Archimonde."

Looking at the map displayed on the magic ball, Detherock added: "Yes."

At this moment, the time for him to be banned from speaking had come to an end, and his normal behavior at this moment also made Tichondrius very satisfied.

"Just the two users of Frostmourne have various ways to easily find the abnormalities in Stromgarde."

"However, although Stormwind has the advantage of being able to attack or defend, but..."

Glancing at his brothers, Detherock smiled sinisterly with his sturdy and clumsy human appearance.

"Haha, it's because it can be easily surrounded and suppressed by the Alliance headed by Lordaeron."

"So, the outbreak of the plague here is enough to cause headaches for those mortal kings. It was unexpected."