Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Although Roy had a vague guess about the current situation, he wasn’t sure if his guess was right. Moreover, this guess was only a general direction, and he didn’t know the details at all.
But in any case, this unexpected situation gave him a huge leap forward in his plan to join the Burning Legion.
It was true that the Burning Legion was a demon army, but this didn’t mean that every demon who came to ask to join could be placed in an important position in the Legion, even if they were as powerful as Roy, a demon king. As for why? It was because the eredar demons were the managers personally appointed by Sargeras!
In other words, in the Burning Legion, only the eredar demons were the leaders, and they were the main faction. Under normal circumstances, even if Roy joined the Legion, with his status as an Abyss demon, he would at most be the demon in charge of the Abyss lords. It wouldn’t be easy to enter the true core of authority.
This was also why Roy wanted to meet Sargeras. As long as he could obtain Sargeras’s recognition with his own strength, he might be able to form his own faction and stand against Archimonde and Kil’jaeden.
Regretfully, Sargeras, the boss, was not on Argus. Although this was the headquarters of the Burning Legion, he wouldn’t stay here for a long time. His whereabouts had always been erratic, causing Roy’s initial plan to fall through.
But the unexpected thing was this. Although he didn’t see Sargeras, Archimonde and Kil’jaeden’s familiarity with him immediately raised his status.
Although Roy was still confused about this, this didn’t prevent him from taking advantage of it. Next, it depended on how Archimonde and Kil’jaeden would arrange it. If Roy’s guess was right, they would most likely find a way to contact Sargeras and report his appearance.
Therefore, Roy was not in a hurry. Over the next few days, he brought Julia and Benia to tour Argus.
On Argus, there were many demon camps. During the tour, Roy and his group inevitably saw these situations. What was strange was that Archimonde and Kil’jaeden did not care about this.
Roy knew that among the two commanders, Archimonde was unwilling to use his brain and was a fan of using force through and through. He might have already believed that Roy was the Osiris in his impression, but it was not necessarily the case for Kil’jaeden. He probably still had doubts about Roy. After all, although Roy’s answer had been watertight at the time, it had been only a kind of rhetoric. Kil’jaeden had the title of the Deceiver. Even if he couldn’t hear any flaws, he would probably instinctively feel that something was wrong.
But even if he suspected it, Kil’jaeden didn’t guard against Roy’s observation of Argus. Roy didn’t know if he really didn’t mind or if he was deliberately lulling him...
When resting in their residence, Roy, Julia, and the others didn’t discuss this matter much. Even if they wanted to communicate, they would use soul transmissions. This was mainly to guard against possible surveillance by Kil’jaeden.
During the tour of Argus, Rafaro secretly reported the situation to Roy. He sensed two massive souls on this planet!
He was very familiar with these souls and knew that they were titan world-souls!
After devouring Trag’Oul’s soul, Rafaro’s strength had been increasing during this period of time. Although Trag’Oul was only a new titan, the formidable power contained in his world-soul still benefited Rafaro a lot. Perhaps it was because Trag’Oul’s dragon-shaped form was very compatible with Rafaro, and he could now easily sense the existence of titan world-souls.
Of course, Roy knew what Rafaro was reporting. If nothing unexpected happened, one of them should be the world-soul of Argus, the titan of the eponymous planet Argus.
As for the other one, it was probably one of the former members of the Pantheon and Sargeras’s former lieutenant, Aggramar. But what appeared here should be Agrammar’s corrupted incarnation, which Sargeras was using to guard Argus’s world -soul... But Roy couldn’t come to a conclusion without seeing it with his own eyes. He only warned Rafaro not to be greedy and not to have designs on these two world-souls.
Time passed quietly, and soon, more than a month passed.
During this time, Roy, Julia, and the others had nothing to do on Argus. Archimonde and Kil’jaeden seemed to have forgotten Roy’s existence. Although there was no shortage of luxuries and people serving him, they didn’t come to find him again.
Roy remained calm about this. He actually knew that long-lived species always treated time carelessly. A month might be comparable to a day for a short-lived species.
What he wanted to understand the most now was what time he was in. But unfortunately, this was on Argus, and Roy had no reference points. He only roughly knew that since Archimonde and Kil’jaeden were still around, it meant that the Battle of Mount Hyjal in the world of Azeroth had not begun, but he couldn’t tell when it would take place...
Then one day, while Roy was playing with Fat Tiger in his residence and chatting with him about the puppies Cerberus had given birth to for him, Benia came to report that a dreadlord was visiting.
Roy was a little surprised, but he still asked Benia to bring this visiting dreadlord in.
In the hall, Roy floated slightly and looked down at this dreadlord. This dreadlord was very tactful. After entering, he knelt on one knee and saluted Roy. “Lord Osiris, Lord Kil’jaeden ordered me to invite you!”
“Oh? Invite me? What are you going to do?” Roy raised his chin and asked arrogantly, “By the way, who are you? You nathrezim all look very similar. It’s really difficult for me to tell you apart!”
“I am Tichondrius!” Dreadlord Tichondrius raised his head and replied. “Lord Osiris, Lord Kil’jaeden invites you to watch a good show!”
While speaking, he had a respectful expression on his face. But Roy noticed that his eyes were flickering slightly, as though he was thinking about something else. But he didn’t care and nodded. “Then lead the way.”
“Yes, please follow me!” Tichondrius spread his wings and flew out. Roy got Fat Tiger and Rafaro to enter the residence while he followed with Julia and Benia.
Tichondrius led Roy and the others and flew far away, but they didn’t go in the direction of the command center. Roy didn’t ask and only followed him all the way to a rift valley full of thick poisonous mist.
“This is... a prison?” Roy asked uncertainly. When he was touring Argus, he seemed to have heard the demon leading the way mention it.
“That’s right, a prison!” Tichondrius nodded. “There’s a relatively special guy imprisoned here. Lord Kil’jaeden is inside now.”
Roy suppressed his doubts and followed Tichondrius through the rift valley, finally arriving at a hidden valley.
The ground here was split into pieces, and thick fel energy formed a green magma-like river here. Green flames surged and burned, and the scorching air was full of a foul smell. And on this sea of fel energy magma, a figure was hanging by his arms in chains, letting the fel flames roast him as he screamed in heart-wrenching pain.
Kil’jaeden and the other dreadlords were watching this scene not far away, listening to the screams of the tortured person, their faces full of joy.
Seeing Tichondrius, Roy, and the others flying over, Kil’jaeden turned around and said to Roy, “Osiris, you came at the right time. It’s about to begin!”
What is he doing? Roy was puzzled, but he didn’t ask. After landing, he looked at the hanging figure and found that it was a green-skinned orc.
And what Kil’jaeden said next surprised Roy even more.
Kil’jaeden said to the orc, “Ner’zhul, have you thought it through?”
Nerzhul?! This hanging orc is actually Nerzhul?! Roy’s mind rumbled. After hearing this name, he immediately understood many things and immediately realized which time he was in.
Yes, Roy knew that if nothing unexpected happened, he would witness the birth of the first Lich King...
After hearing what Kil’jaeden said, the hanging orc shaman Ner’zhul raised his head with difficulty and said weakly, “I’ve thought... thought it through... I... I want to die...”
At this moment, Ner’zhul was tortured to such an extent that he no longer looked humanoid. The skin and muscles all over his body were torn, and the blood that gushed out was instantly evaporated by the fel flames. The fel flames flowing into his body were constantly drilling into his exposed bones, and the excruciating pain had already lasted for a long time.
Ner’zhul had been the chieftain and elder shaman of the Shadowmoon clan of the orcs on Draenor. However, because of the appearance of the Burning Legion, he had been betrayed by his disciple, Gul’dan, and stripped of his position as chieftain. Gul’dan had bewitched the orcs into drinking the demon blood of the Abyss lords and led the berserk orcs through the Dark Portal to launch an invasion against Azeroth.
Unfortunately, the orcs had failed in both invasions and had been driven back to their homeland, Draenor.
Due to the corruption of the Burning Legion’s fel energy, Draenor had long become uninhabitable. Taking advantage of Gul’dan’s defeat, although Ner’zhul had regained his position as chieftain, he could no longer stay in his homeland.
Thus, Ner’zhul thought of a way. He thought of a way to obtain several artifacts from Azeroth—the Skull of Gul’dan, the Book of Medivh, the Jeweled Scepter of Sargeras, and the Eye of Dalaran. Then with the power of these artifacts, he opened cross-world portals in Draenor, wanting to escape from his corrupted home planet.
As a result, although this move successfully opened the portals, it caused the already fragile planet of Draenor to explode into pieces because of the immense energy of the portals.
With Draenor destroyed, Ner’zhul brought his most loyal followers through one of the cross-world portals. Unexpectedly, they plunged into the Twisting Nether and finally ‘smoothly’ fell into the hands of the Legion.
In fact, before Roy came to Argus, Ner’zhul had been tortured here by the dreadlords for several years. The dreadlords were demons who were good at interrogation and torture, and they inflicted all kinds of terrible pain on Ner’zhul one after another. Under this endless torment with no end in sight, Ner’zhul’s remaining mind and will had long been completely destroyed.
All he wanted now was to die and not be tortured anymore.
However, Kil’jaeden had other plans for him. Killing Ner’zhul was only one part of his plan, and what was more important was the later plan, but this required Ner’zhul’s cooperation.
Now that Ner’zhul had agreed, Kil’jaeden did not waste any more time. He personally crushed Ner’zhul’s heart and tore his body apart.
After Ner’zhul’s soul emerged from his dead body, Kil’jaeden grabbed it and created a spectral phantom.
Just like that, Ner’zhul turned from an orc into an orc ghost.
The moment the spectral phantom took shape, Ner’zhul’s consciousness, which originally belonged to the shaman, suddenly erupted with powerful mental and spiritual power. This power was incredibly powerful, and Kil’jaeden smiled in satisfaction.
“Bring the things up!” Kil’jadan ordered Tichondrius.
Tichondrius nodded and gestured to his compatriots. Then Roy saw the other dreadlords presenting something each.
It was a suit of... ferocious armor! Helmet, breastplate, bracers, leg guards, boots, all the parts were here!
The Lich Kings Armor of Domination?! Roy recognized it at a glance.
This suit of armor was propped up by an invisible force and gathered together. The moment the armor took shape, Kil’jaeden grabbed the spectral Ner’zhul and stuffed him into the armor!
The moment Ner’zhul’s soul entered the armor, dazzling light burst out from all the gaps. Ner’zhul’s soul howled in pain, as though it was suffering from something terrifying. This wail echoed for a long time before finally subsiding slowly.
At this moment, a glimmer of light gradually lit up in the eyes of the Helm of Domination...
Roy witnessed this entire scene and thought that he was just watching the show. Unexpectedly, Kil’jaeden suddenly turned around and said to him, “Osiris, I need your help next! If I remember correctly, you have the frost demon bloodline, so I need some of your blood to complete the lich transformation ritual!”
Hearing this, Roy was stunned.. What the hell? I’m actually involved?!

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