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Although the sun still shines on the earth, the mountain range is shrouded in dark clouds and thick snow all year round, making it shrouded in darkness. The outline of the mountain range is blurred, as if covered by a mysterious veil.

The vast, gray landscape was oppressive. The snow-capped peaks appeared even more solemn and imposing in this setting, like inviolable giants. The mountain air was thick with a chill that sent shivers down my spine.

In such dimness, even if someone stood before him, it would be difficult to discern their face. His vision was obstructed by shadows, and he could only vaguely discern a blurry figure. Although the city was illuminated by the flames burning from the demons, it still couldn't illuminate the outside world much.

In such an environment, Haas and Tennerstein led their team into the city of Alterac through the gap in the wall, but perhaps even Wu Yue, who was monitoring their every move in the world, did not realize that a demon had discovered them the moment they entered.

In the king's palace, the demon was restless within the king's body. He suddenly opened his eyes and felt a strange soul aura approaching.

"What's going on!"

Deep in the king's soul, the Nathrezim slightly flapped their light gray wings behind them, expressing his inner surprise.

The Nathrezim, the Dreadlord, cast a sleeping spell on the king who sat on the throne. Immediately, Aiden began to feel tired. As a human, Aiden was very familiar with this feeling. There were no servants around to serve him. All the people in the palace had been sacrificed to the demons. Aiden could only lean against the throne and slightly close his eyes.

After the king's eyes slowly closed, the Dreadlord left his soul. On both sides of the throne were demon guards protecting the king. There were many patrolling demons in the palace, some of whom were no less powerful than him. He did not have to worry about the king's safety. In fact, if Aiden was not still the nominal king, the Dreadlord would never care about his safety.

A burst of shining green hexagram light shone in a corner of the city of Alterac, but it couldn't even cause much ripples in this city filled with chaos.

The Dreadlord slowly emerged from it. After the green glow disappeared, the Dreadlord began to wander the streets of the city, looking for those strange souls.

The streets of the city were filled with a terrifying atmosphere, as demons occupied every corner. Tall, powerful creatures with hooved feet and bodies covered in spikes, along with demon guards wielding giant axes, patrolled the streets, exuding a chilling aura.

Their figures flickered in the flames and shadows, shrouding the once prosperous city like a nightmare. The fiery-skinned evil walkers followed closely beside the demons, their tentacles wantonly exploring and absorbing the dense magic around them, the aura of death lingering in their wake.

Perhaps some of the king's humanity still lingered, and some residents remained alive in the city. However, every day, they faced only fear. The streets were utterly silent, and the remaining residents had long since hidden themselves, daring not to make a single sound. Windows were tightly shut, doors locked, fearful of attracting the demon's attention. Occasionally, a brave soul would peek in, only to be spotted and met with misfortune.

The Dreadlord moved through the streets, his senses scanning his surroundings like radar. His eyes flickered with an eerie light, seemingly able to see through any disguise. He could sense the presence of strange spirits nearby, but he couldn't find them. He explored cautiously, leaving no corner untouched.

However, despite the Dreadlord's powerful perception, he still could not detect those disguised souls. He began to feel anxious and uneasy, and an irrepressible doubt surged in his heart.

"Where on earth are they, no! How did they manage to hide themselves?"

The Dreadlord suddenly found the key to the problem. He quickly raised his hands covered with sharp claws, and violent evil energy surged in his hands. Then the Dreadlord pinched them slightly, and the evil energy turned into thin threads and spread around. As the evil energy spread, the surviving lives around him were sensed by the Dreadlord.

The fel has a special desire for souls, so as long as a soul exists, it will inevitably be sensed by the Dreadlord.

Suddenly, as the fel energy spread, he discovered a group of wandering imps. These imps were small and agile, and they seemed to be covered by a thin layer of shadow. It was this energy that prevented the dreadlord from discovering them.

The Dreadlord's eyes locked onto them immediately, sensing a strange aura emanating from the imps. He was searching for them, and his expression turned mocking and stern. Then, a trace of his mark appeared on the imps. The Dreadlord turned and spotted the patrolling demon guards, summoning the tallest of them.

Even though the marked Hass and his companions were covered by shadows, they could not hide in the eyes of the demons. It was like sheep among a pack of wolves. Even if they could not be seen, the wolves could still find them through their sense of smell, the Lord of Dread pointed at Hass and his companions and said to the demon guards.

"Gather the troops from Alterac City and have some fun with them!"

"Yes! We will hang their heads on the wall"

The demon guard felt the marked imps, licked the giant axe in his hand, then turned around and gave orders to his troops.

The Dreadlord looked at the disguised imps in front of him with a smile on his face. He planned to enjoy the feast of killing.

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Wu Yue watched the actions of Has and the others in the world, and at the same time constantly mobilized the power of fate to avoid some risks in advance. There were many demons around the city of Alterac, which consumed a lot of his energy, but at the same time, he suddenly felt that one of the threads of fate was a little difficult to control. Although it was nothing to him in the world, he still checked the demon connected to this thread.

"This is a Dreadlord. It seems the mastermind behind this incident has been found!"

The Dreadlords are the Burning Legion's intelligence officers and interrogators, second only to the Pit Lords in the Legion. Given the presence of a Dreadlord from the highest echelons of the Burning Legion, Aiden's fall is no surprise. Dreadlords are masters of manipulation and subterfuge, delighting in driving mortal kingdoms into war through behind-the-scenes manipulation and subterfuge.

At this time, the Lord of Dread seemed to have left a mark on Hass, which even Hass and the others could not notice. By the time they noticed it, countless demons had already attacked.

"Then, return these things to them."

Among the demons present, no one except the Dreadlord could see Hass and his companions, but he could determine their location through the marks left by the Dreadlord. In this case, he might as well take advantage of their trick.

"So, who should I choose? Uh, this succubus with good mental power, this doomsday guard, and...?"

Then, Wu Yue randomly selected hundreds of lucky demon spectators, peeled off the symbols on Hass and others and transferred them to these demons, and at the same time added a hint of shadow power to them, just like General Hass and others.

Then the thread of fate began to be plucked once again, providing an invisible guarantee for this "farce".