The poor Pastor Montor's experiences from body to heart to soul, from birth to present have been searched. The King of Banshee even instructed his banshee to occupy the body of this guy and continued to contact the great lich Kel Thujad.

"Kel Thujad, the Lich King is ready to descend at Stantolome?! What a good place, the starting place will definitely be the end place. Varimasas, we cannot increase the power of the Lich King, mobilize your strength, and let those damn humans go further as far as possible! Withered people, gather the soldiers, all the soldiers! I will take Stantolome myself!"

Sylvanas looked full of evil spirits. Although her most elite two thousand soldiers had not returned from the Kalimdo continent, it didn't matter. She could quickly pull up an army from various areas and temporarily arm some of the Forsaken people who are determined and will not be easily controlled by the Lich King.

She was going to take Stantam and then lie here in ambush, giving the upcoming Great Lich Kel Thuzad and the Lich King an unforgettable lesson.

After receiving the news from his colleague Varimasas, he disguised himself as Saidan. Dassorhan's fearful devil Banazar was very depressed.

I sat down at home, but the disaster came.

Sylvanas was aggressive and almost the entire army was pressing against him. What should he do?

In fact, there is nothing to choose. The Undead Legion is the common enemy of both sides. It is completely meaningless to defend Stantholm and then fight with the Forgotten with this group of fanatical blood-colored crusaders.

Thinking that General Abidis had escaped his control before, he immediately ordered his determination to evacuate Stantolme and lead his army back to Tyr's hand.

Give the area of ​​Stantamom, hide in the distance, and watch the Forgotten and the Legion of the Undead fight to the death.

He was quite confident in his disguise. He was ready to take the troops back to Tyre's hand and find an opportunity to control General Abidis again.

He did it as he said, and on that day he began to use Saidan Dassauhan as a vest to make a general mobilization for retreat.

But Banazar did not expect that these blood-colored crusaders were too fanatical. He went on the battle himself and tried hard to talk, but the effect was not great. Varimasas kept urging him to retreat quickly. The Banshee King was very fast, and it would be too late if he didn't retreat!

The rapid change of form forced him to forcibly issue a military order to evacuate Stantholm, versus the dissatisfaction of all the soldiers.

Some soldiers suggested burning the fire in their occupied areas. In order to leave more fortifications to help Sylvanas resist the undead legion, he took some more talk to fool his subordinates' thoughts of setting fire.

The group was elite, with three thousand soldiers fighting and retreating. That night, they fought and broke out from the main gate of Stantamme. With the cover of the night, they rushed out of this huge city occupied by the undead.

The journey back to Tyr's Hand was quite smooth, but the morale of many soldiers was not too high.

They came with enthusiasm, wanting to clear all the undead, and they did not hesitate to bet on their lives for this. Now they are returning in shame, which is a heavy blow to everyone's morale.

They were even more dissatisfied with Saidan Dassorhan and believed that this was a cowardly act.

Even though the Demon King of Fear repeatedly stated that this was just a strategic move, in order to preserve the hope of mankind, the soldiers were still in a heavy mood.

There is no good way for fear of the Demon King to do this. This kind of fanaticism is easy to incite, but difficult to degrade. No matter how good he is at manipulating people's hearts, it is useless. He can forcefully brainwash one or two people, and he can't wash more than three thousand people.

It will be fine after a while! He was still very relaxed when he walked into Tyr's hand.

But as I walked, I found something was wrong. What were these soldiers and civilians doing? A bunch of people cut down trees happily, and then set fire with a ferocious face. What happened? These people were crazy? Or did these people defect to the Burning Legion on their backs? Have you taken me as the leader seriously?

If he had changed the time point, as a fearful demon king who had engraved the chaos deep in the blood, he would have been too late to be happy to see the crazy behavior of human beings. Maybe he could laugh out loud when he was sleeping, but the more he looked at it, the more strange he felt.

He grabbed a passing soldier and asked what was wrong here.

Of course, the soldiers knew the legendary Crusader Saidan Dassorhan and replied respectfully: "General Abidis received the decree of the Holy Light to lead us to the north to attack Northrend!"

The Demon King of Fear was a little confused. Others didn't know, didn't he know? This so-called Northern Expedition was the impression he instilled on General Abidis. What's going on now? Could it be that he was expelled and the female general had any remaining information in his mind?

Standing there, he thought about the reason, felt that his thoughts were reasonable, and at the same time, he felt a little irritable.

The Blood Crusader cannot be in chaos, at least not in chaos now. He also wants to completely control this power and fight out when the Lich King and the Forgotten are both injured and get the final victory.

What's going on with the Northern Expedition now? Isn't this just a person who has pulled his own eggs? If the Lich King attracted the attention of the Lich King, the other party did not go to Stantholm. As a fearful devil of the Burning Legion, he himself could not forgive himself.

You can be crazy, but you must endure it for two months before you become crazy! The Demon King of Fear looked at the soldiers around him who cut down trees and set fire to a fire and felt bored.

He wanted to slap himself twice. Although he was unwilling to admit it, as a terrifying demon king who aims to confusion, he now needs to help humans restore order. This is really too annoying!

Full of thoughts, he briefly said a few words to General Abidis who came to greet him, and then went to the original Dassauhan's room here to rest. He had to think about the follow-up plan.

While walking, he was thinking about how to convince the Blood Crusaders to calm down and never be impulsive. He thought of several excuses and was not suitable for sowing discord. He was very good at sowing discord. He was really not good at restoring order. He had never done it before. He was so irritable that he scratched his head.

Well? As soon as he walked into the room, he realized something was wrong.

I saw a fair-skinned female elf with long golden hair holding a warhammer and looking at him coldly.

He didn't know who this female elf was at all, but he noticed a huge danger, and the room was filled with a strange and dangerous aura.

This is a trap, a fatal trap.

His transformation technique was almost impossible to maintain. The evil energy in his body was suppressed, and he had to run out without thinking.
Chapter completed!