Sargeras was delighted.
His plan was about to succeed. No, to him, it was already a success. As far as he knew, there was nothing that could stop the power of the demons from invading the World of Azeroth.
The strongest Guardian, Astral Mage Medivh, was his possession.
The Tirisfal Council that was in the way was almost wiped out.
The previous Guardian, Aegwynn, who thought she had defeated him but was actually used by him, had already shed tears of failure in front of him.
Dragons? Hehe, he already had a complete plan to deal with those big lizards.
Night Elves? Those conservative, stone-like fellows would never move their butts when their territory was not invaded.
Compared to direct invasion, using Orcs, who were warlike creatures influenced by the power of the demons, was more like cutting flesh with a blunt knife.
Sargeras licked his lips, as if he had tasted the sweet taste of revenge, blood, and pain that he had been longing for.
When he saw the demonized green-skinned Orcs kill every single human, regardless of whether they were male or female, old or young, armed or not, whether they were roaring angrily or crying, Sargeras was delighted.
That fiery excitement flowed into his soul that had been helpless because of failure for a long time. That carefree feeling was enough to make every part of his evil soul sing with excitement.
He believed that this plan that he had spent hundreds of years on was the most perfect. Because of this, he could calmly stay in the impregnable Karazhan and watch these ants die.
But now, there was actually a tiny ant saying, "As long as I get rid of you, I can close the Dark Portal."
Sargeras didn't react for a moment.
In the next moment, he suddenly came to a realization. This tiny little fellow that had once slightly aroused his interest was shockingly right!
That's right! The inter-world teleportation of the Dark Portal was not particularly stable now.
In fact, the entire Dark Portal was like a phone. One called, and the other answered. As the caller, if something happened to Medivh, then the spatial coordinates would immediately be messed up. Sargeras' plan to let the Orcs continuously attack the World of Azeroth would naturally be ruined.
Of course, the premise was that he would really be killed by these ants.
After coming to his senses, Medivh, who was controlled by Sargeras, immediately revealed an intriguing smile and let out arrogant laughter.
"Hahaha! Hahahahaha! Wahahahaha! What a joke! I'm dying of laughter. I've lived for countless years, and it's the first time I've seen someone as ridiculous as you, who doesn't know your limits, and yet can point out the crux of the matter. "
The muscles on Medivh's face twisted hideously, and his pair of red eyes clearly revealed evil.
"Yes! That's right! My dear little fellow, as long as you get rid of the Medivh that I control, the Door of Darkness will indeed close as you said … But do you ants have the courage and ability to do that? Hehe! Let me tell you, death is not the end. If you are really stupid enough to come to Karazhan, then be prepared to have your soul tortured by me forever. "
As the last word fell, Medivh's projection disappeared.
What followed was the screams of the court mage.
"Adams!?" Laing's eyes, which were always full of wisdom and courage, reflected the tragedy in front of him.
On the old mage's robe, the protective spell that was supposed to be very powerful was automatically activated, and in the next moment, it exploded. The well-dressed old mage immediately became like a beggar.
This was just the beginning.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone present, the old mage's two arms suddenly twisted in circles like a fried dough twist. Everyone in the meeting hall could clearly hear the old mage's blood-curdling screams and the sound of his muscles being torn and his bones being crushed.
As if being kneaded by countless invisible hands, the old mage's limbs were all kneaded into his body, and his entire body began to turn into a meatball.
But the old mage still didn't lose his life. His internal organs seemed to be protected by a special evil magic.
Not only the old mage, but in the next second, half of the two squads of royal guards in the meeting hall suffered the same fate.
They were like iron objects attracted by a magnet, and they were sucked into the old mage's body by that inexplicable evil force. More than ten people were all squeezed together, and became an even larger meatball. Everyone seemed to be clear-headed, and they were mumbling all kinds of things.
"Mom! Save me — "
"No — Sir Lothar, give me a quick death!"
"Kill me! Kill me now! "
This horrifying scene would make any normal person tremble in fear. Even the temperature of the air seemed to plummet.
In the next moment, the bodies of these victims spontaneously combusted.
The evil blue flames roasted their bodies and tortured their souls.
Every survivor's clothes were soaked in cold sweat, because they could clearly see their comrades, their companions, the familiar faces and souls that had accompanied them for countless years, leaving their bodies and being burned by the demon's flames in mid-air.
Sargeras' will had already left in laughter.
Seconds and minutes ticked by ….
In the huge meeting hall, there was only the unpleasant smell of burnt corpses, the seemingly echoing screams, the dead air, and the extremely heavy breathing of the survivors.
This was the demonstration of the Demon King, Sargeras!
He used his supreme evil magic to show Laing and the others how powerful and terrifying he was.
He was telling Laing to obediently die in despair and pain — this was the only ending he had arranged for Stormwind, the entire human world, and the entire World of Azeroth.
Laing 'body was trembling uncontrollably, and beads of sweat rolled down his face. Laing didn't even know when the crown had fallen to the ground. He sat on the throne, exhausted, and couldn't even move a finger.
Lothar quickly came back to his senses, and he was shocked to find that someone was faster than him — Duque!
Duque's face was also ashen, but the sharp light in his eyes told Lothar that he had made up his mind.
Lothar and Duque's eyes met in mid-air.
Great minds always think alike.
If they didn't explode in silence, they would die in silence!
They weren't people who would wait for death, so there was only one choice left …
Both of them nodded at the same time, and said in unison, "Your Majesty! Please allow us to lead an army to attack Karazhan! "
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