A burly figure stood out from the crowd.
Varothen, her captain of the guard, was kneeling on one knee, with a fist on his chest.
"My dear captain, you know what to do when dealing with a traitor like Ravencrest who stands in the way of my great cause."
"I know!" Varoson answered firmly, and then his figure quickly disappeared in front of the Queen.
Looking at the green evil energy smoke rolling like clouds outside the terrace, the queen’s face showed a rare cold expression: "If the great upper elves do nothing, just open the door and watch my husband come, wouldn’t it make me, the queen, seem useless!?"
At the same time, in the city of Azshara, dozens of lords gathered together.
Especially the Abyss Lords headed by Mannoroth, their faces were full of resentment and anger. But no matter how angry they were, they could only keep it to themselves, because the one standing on the terrace of the Mage Tower was the Infernal Lord appointed by Kil’jaeden himself to be in charge of all matters in the Burning Legion before the gate was opened.
If it weren’t for the defeat two days ago, perhaps Mannoroth could have found Archimonde, smoothed the relationship, and pretended to obey and secretly resisted the commander of this infernal gang.
Unfortunately, failure is unforgivable.
In particular, a reorganized vanguard of the Burning Legion was completely wiped out, and even Lord Azzinoth, who was in charge of commanding the vanguard, was killed. This was a humiliating defeat that the Burning Legion had not experienced in thousands of years.
Even Mannoroth, the temporary military commander, would be held accountable, and as a result, the Infernal Affairs operative who had the credit for opening the door took the opportunity to climb up.
Although all the lords knew that Wu Jiandao’s commander-in-chief was temporary, it was still very frustrating!
Duke stood on the terrace, his sharp voice in the Eredun language reaching the ears of every lord through the amplification magic.
"Failure... Why did they fail? Why did the Burning Legion, which had destroyed countless planets, lose a whole legion on a border planet ? A lord!? And the seal of the magic branch was also removed? How did this continuous humiliation come about?"
Faced with Duke’s fierce questioning, the lords who had committed the crime could not help but lower their heads.
Whether willing or not!
None of the Eredar Twins, Mannoroth, and the other pit lords dared to meet Duke’s scorching gaze. Wherever Duke’s eyes went, they all lowered their proud heads.
Perhaps, when they knew Duke’s true identity, they would be so angry that they would have a myocardial infarction or cerebral hemorrhage on the spot, but at this moment, these arrogant soldiers who claimed to be invincible in the universe and had dominated the world for thousands of years could only listen to Duke’s lectures like grandsons.
"Thousands of years of continuous victories have brought you meaningless arrogance and underestimation of the enemy! This is a shame brought about by negligence! This is also a shame for the entire Burning Legion! Enough! Enough of you incompetent people - from this moment on, you all must listen to my instructions! For those who disobey, let your waste soul and body be punished personally by the great Majesty Sargeras in the Twisting Nether!"
Every Void Lord, whether they were the twins from the Eredar or the Abyss Lords who later joined the Legion, could see their bodies shudder violently.
If it was the boss of a competitor who spoke, it would be no different from fart. The problem is that this time it was the boss Sargeras who was angry, and then the direct superiors of all demons - Kil’jaeden and Archimonde - also took their anger out on him.
This is really unbearable for anyone.
Duke pointed to the outside of the city and said, "Over there, there are more than half a million inferior creatures who claim to be noble approaching this city! Mannoroth, take all your direct lords to destroy them."
Although he had some doubts in his heart, Mannoroth did not dare to disobey and immediately agreed: "Yes!"
At this moment, a strange seal began to float on Duke’s left palm, which was outstretched upward. It was the spell shield destroyed by Malfurion that controlled the magical branch of the Well of Eternity.
Duke cleared his throat and lowered his voice. "I am very sad. The leader of the Eredar warlocks of the Legion actually told me that it would take at least two months to repair this little gadget made by this inferior race! Is this the strength of the warlock group that the Legion is so proud of? How can you tolerate that the super wizard who wiped out our entire legion once again used the power of the Well of Eternity under our feet to pour magic on the heads of our great legion warriors?"
Both the twins and the warlock leader Ganasak lowered their heads in shame and pressed their foreheads heavily against the cold ground.
This was not fake shame, whether it was Oreseth or Queen Sarolas, they were truly ashamed. The magic of the Legion was all about attack and destruction. They were not good at this kind of control magic. Moreover, the spell shield created by several Sunshine Grand Mages was so sophisticated that it could completely match the Legion’s magic level.
The palm-sized spell shield was filled with more than 1024 magic circles of different sizes, each of which was linked together. The large magic circles were only the size of the smallest screw nut, and the small ones were invisible to the naked eye and could only be perceived with the mind.
Moreover, the talisman shield is also connected to the magic control circuits on each branch. Even if a new controller is to be built, it will take at least a year or two to figure out the circuits and password locks on each branch, let alone rebuild it.
Two months to rebuild this spell shield that had been destroyed by more than one third of natural magic. This was the answer that Ganasak and the Gemini came up with after studying it for a whole day and boasting to the limit. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ ɴovᴇl(F)ɪre.ɴet
Unfortunately, the three big bosses of the upper legion put pressure on them at the same time, and the three of them really didn’t dare to get involved at all, and only dared to offer a deadline of two months.
Duke glanced at the three shivering Eredar warlock lords and sneered, "Ganasak, stay and help me. As for Alesais and Saloras, go to the outer city of Azshara and keep an eye on them. Don’t let any more rats sneak in."
"Yes!" The Eredar twins trembled all over, but finally accepted the order.
It’s a pity that they were noble lords and chief lieutenants of Kil’jaeden a few days ago. Now, because of a failure, they were sent by Duke to be gatekeepers. This shame is truly unforgettable.
But they didn’t dare to get angry because considering the mistakes they made, Duke’s treatment of them was already too lenient.
Of course, demons are ungrateful creatures, and it is absolutely necessary for them to firmly write the three words "Infernal Affairs" in the little black notebook in their hearts.
He is here just to dig a hole. When the day comes when he buries the Burning Legion, will he still care whether the Burning Legion hates him?
Duke laughed shamelessly in his heart.