Chapter 709 Karazhan Flies

"Ner'zhul!"

The call full of teasing and ridicule made the current strongest warlock of the orcs and the chief of the tribe wake up.

"Ah——" The moment he regained consciousness, Ner'zhul shouted loudly, like a little girl who was bullied.

Of course, his screams are very unpleasant.

At the same moment, all his senses felt an extremely strange feeling of nothingness. It was a trancelike feeling where the entire body was suspended in the weightless void.

Ner'zhul squeezed his eyes shut, hoping to dispel the feeling that was enough to drive him crazy.

However, this is of no use.

The howling that seemed to come from the depths of his soul kept eroding his consciousness. Among the single sounds that kept repeating like hypnosis, he once again heard the sound that made him extremely uncomfortable.

"Ner'zhul!"

His eyes widened and he looked around. He saw something in the strange vortex of light and shadow not far away, and it was that existence that imprisoned him here.

"Ner'zhul!" Calling his name once again echoed through this empty dark space.

Ner'zhul felt a larger and darker shadow envelope him. He looked up and saw the true face of the shadow that frightened him so much.

It was a huge creature wearing blood-red armor.

The facial features of this creature were very similar to those of the Draenei that Ner'zhul once ordered to slaughter, but his face was bright red. There are two short curved horns on his tall temples, a beard on his chin, and two tentacle-like things protruding from under his mouth. Several earrings were shining, and its eyes were shining with deep yellow light.

Almost relying on his soul connection, Ner'zhul immediately knew the identity of this mysterious being.

Yes, Kil'jaeden, who cheated his soul through the blood contract, was theoretically the master he wanted to serve for eternity.

"My lord!" Ner'zhul gasped, and although his limbs were still restrained, he bowed to the opponent with all his strength.

"Ah! Ner'zhul, my little ungrateful servant." Kil'jaeden, the demon commander of the Burning Legion, replied with a grin: "Do you think I have forgotten you?"

"No, my lord, of course not." In fact, Ner'zhul really wanted Kil'jaeden to blow him off and forget about him completely.

Unfortunately, that doesn’t seem to be the case!

"You useless guy, you ignored my orders and gave up on leading the orcs to attack Azeroth. You couldn't even bring a bomb into Karazhan. If it weren't for your cowardly [Summoning Ritual] , now Azeroth has lost a nasty Aspect Dragon. You have disappointed me and made me pay a lot of unnecessary costs, you know?" The demon commander laughed, and the harsh voice made people feel I felt a biting cold.

"No, Master, I can make up for all this." Ner'zhul hurriedly changed his words.

"No, I have lost my patience with you. Now...it's time for you to pay the price for your failure!"

"No, no, no, no—" Ner'zhul's screams echoed throughout the void.

Pieces of flesh and blood were torn from Ner'zhul's body, and the souls of the dead surrounded him, digging into his soul with their undead claws. Flesh and blood splashed out, hovering in the void not far away.

The next moment, flesh and blood returned to Ner'zhul's body, leaving his side intact as before, and then torn apart again, over and over again...

Along with the brutal torture, Kil'jaeden's laughter continued to echo, and his huge demonic figure trembled with the laughter. That terrifying and weird laughter was enough to make Ner'zhul's soul and will collapse...

This... is just the beginning of a nightmare.

In Karazhan, Duke sighed.

He knew with his toes that Ner'zhul must have knelt down and become Kil'jaeden's toy just like in history. Then it wouldn't be long before Kil'jaeden, tired of playing with him, would force Ner'zhul to be tortured continuously. 's helpless soul, and given him one last chance to serve the Burning Legion - or suffer eternal torment.

The weak Ner'zhul Council once again accepted the demon's terms.

His soul will be encased in a carefully crafted block of ice, as hard as diamond, harvested from the far reaches of the Twisting Nether.

The first generation of the Lich King was born.

However, Duke has no control over these matters for the time being.

There were so many bad things before his eyes.

One-third of Karazhan was destroyed, and everything near the Dominator Terrace was destroyed, and it even affected the surrounding stairs. Well, there are indeed broken stairs.

The entire Karazhan mage tower was covered with shocking cracks, as if it had experienced a terrible earthquake.

No, it's worse than an earthquake.

Because the earthquake will not cause Karazhan's space channel back to Azeroth to collapse.

Now it's better, there is no way out, and the space defense that was prepared before has almost completely collapsed.

Now, a large number of void creatures rushed out from the cracks in space and attacked the original main entrance of Karazhan and the door of the library.

"Hahaha! An abandoned mage tower! Kill the guard! Steal him!" Countless humanoid creatures with bandages and a group of mysterious illusory energy shining at their core entered Karazhan.

These creatures that are as tall as two people are called ethereal beings.

They are a group of ethereal thieves who travel through various voids, constantly looking for valuable items.

"Kill these invaders!" Tirion rode the heroic war horse, leading the way, and hit with a hammer when he got up.

Next to him is Gavin Rad, and behind him are hundreds of heroic warriors with translucent bodies.

Khadgar was suspended in mid-air and used fire magic. The huge fireballs he threw hit these guys who wanted money but not their lives, and exploded into sparks all over the sky.

At the main entrance, a woman named Alexstrasza was guarding the gate, and no one could open it.

With a wave of the illusory dragon wings, a certain void monster that rushed over screamed in pain and flew backwards for nearly a thousand meters from the main entrance before it stabilized its body. But it immediately discovered that there was actually a mysterious flame spreading uncontrollably on its body, burning even in the void.

It flapped hard, trying to extinguish the flames, but eventually burned up in front of its companions.

It took a full two hours to eliminate no less than five groups of enemies. Only then did those slightly intelligent void creatures realize that this strange and mysterious building that suddenly floated into the void was not a soft persimmon that could be manipulated by others. Then they left angrily, or watched from a distance.

Everyone returned to the highest level of the mage tower and gathered around Duke.

"What happened?" Tirion asked.

"Very bad. In a sense, Karazhan was separated from the planet Azeroth because of the big space explosion." Duke rubbed his brows.

"Uh." Everyone's faces darkened.