"No, I won't."

"I thought so back then."

“…”

“…”

“…”

"Forget it, go ahead, no matter what the result is, at least don't leave any regrets now... You only want to save your tribe members, right?"

"I....."

"You have enough power, enough to beg for more..."

With this sentence not finished, Ner's soul resoluteness was blown away by the wind.

And looking at his disappeared soul, Kel Thujad, who is now attached to a young noble body, showed a little sadness in his eyes.

Yes, the Orc Warlock did not choose to devour him in the end, but gave all his accumulated power and knowledge to Kel'Thujad in a way that fulfilled Kel'thujad.

As for the reason?

Perhaps just as Ner's words, he just doesn't want to experience the process from hope to despair again, nor does he want to be the toy used by demons to make fun when they are conquering other worlds.

Of course, the biggest possibility is that Ner's lord is really tired.

From bringing tribes to resist the demons to becoming the vanguard of the demons, how many orcs died because of him...Neozu felt that he might not be able to continue to bear more.

So, why not pass this power equivalent to a curse to the next person who hopes to resist the Burning Legion?

In the original plot, Ner's final choice was Arthas, who helped him achieve the reputation of the Lich King while witnessing his destruction.

In this life, Kel Thuzad, who is more in line with each other, is undoubtedly a good goal.

With silent gaze, he finally sent Nerzu a journey.

"Hope, that's something more precious than gold..."

Turn around.

Wave.

Raise ashes.

A bone dragon came into being under his feet, and he rushed to the battlefield with the new undead mage!

......

......

"Hi, little Kelthus, I haven't seen you for a long time, why did you become like a chicken that is so sucked?"

"You are... Ms. Vasqi?"

"What do you think?"

Standing on the back of the blood-covered dragon turtle, Vasqi, who was still dressed in bright clothes, gave a charming look at Kelthas.

A little miserable.

Whether it's Vasqi or Kelthas!

Well, no matter how you look at it, the elf prince of Kelthas is even worse, and our Lady Naga is just a little more casualties from his subordinates.

How many died?

Looking at the huge monsters ahead, Kelthas didn't think that this was a force that had suffered a tragic war.

But is it actually?

The troops Vasqi's troops from his master have now been lost by one fifth, because the undead suddenly retreated, otherwise the battle might have been damaged by more than half.

But who cares about these things?

"Listen, little guy, we are going to support our allies now. What about you, are you going to take a ride with you?"

"Ally? Ms. Vasqi, you mean..."

"Lordalon, hasn't your father told you?"

"What!!!"

"Well, it seems that there is no... What a boring little guy... I'm talking about your father. He is obviously a few thousand years old, but he still doesn't have much maturity and stability in his work."

"No! Ms. Vasqi! Wait a moment!"

"What?"

"I mean, yes, I mean Lordaeron has been captured by the demons now. Have you... and your tribesmen really decided to fight those demons on land?"

"What?"

Vasqi was also stunned when she heard this: "Is Lordaeron captured?"

“That’s how it is.”

"Being devils? Shouldn't it be a group of undead?"

"I thought it was, but the appearance of a powerful demon lord named Archmond disrupted all this..."

"You mean Archmond?"

“Ms. Vasqi, do you... know me?"

"certainly."

Vasqi spitted out a snake and a strange look flashed in her eyes: "If it were him, there should be no problem."

“What…problem?”

"Nothing... By the way, let's go back to the topic just now, Little Kelthas, are you and the tribesmen who almost died in space teleportation, want to take a ride?"

Kelthas: "..."

......

......

This world full of traces left by the Pantheon should not exist!

No!

Even if there is no pantheon, this world should be destroyed!!!

In the sky, hundreds of magic cannons filled with death energy roared wildly.

On the earth, tens of thousands of demon-destroying spurs are unscrupulously outputting.

Endless bones.

Sacrifice your life and forget your death.

Almost a large number of skeleton mages and lichs who can cast spells gave warm welcome to the demon lords who had just arrived in this world.

boom!!!

"Hahahaha, dear Miss Succubus, can you please dance?"

"No!!!"
Chapter completed!