Remember [New] in a second! When Uther no longer hesitated and raised the knight sword in his hand to kill people in the royal city of Lordaeron, Baron Titus Rivendell who hurried back to Stratholme from the front line of the battlefield was finally ready.

After obtaining the magic web access permission from Quel'Thalas in advance, with the help of the teleportation technique of the Stratholme mage, Baron Rivendell and the accompanying staff were directly teleported to the scheduled meeting place——Yan on the outskirts of Qingfeng Village. Eagle Manor.

As the local host and the leader in the middle, Matis Yanying came to greet him outside the gate in person, and welcomed Sharlayan and Rivendell who arrived almost at the same time into the manor successively.

Titus Rivendell was an ordinary-looking human nobleman. If he insisted, his only characteristic was that his face was slightly paler than others.

"Um?"

When entering the manor hall and shaking hands with Baron Rivendell politely, Sharlayan keenly noticed something strange.

‘This is… a weak force of death? '

Sharlayan checked the vitality of Baron Rivendell calmly.

'He is still alive, but his soul is mixed with a part of gray power of death, the rumors are indeed true. '

Under normal circumstances, it is impossible to mix the power of death in the human soul. Baron Rivendell's abnormal situation means that he has indeed secretly contacted the sect of the curse.

After confirming this fact, Sharlayan glanced at the staff brought along with Baron Rivendell from the corner of his eye while taking his seat, which really made him discover the clue.

Baron Rivendell's accompanying staff consisted of 5 people, and the souls of 4 of them, like Baron Rivendell, could faintly feel some disturbing power of death.

And the last one...

Sharlayan narrowed his eyes and stared at the mysterious man who had been wearing a hood and behaved rather impolitely.

As the host, Matis Yanying was also a little dissatisfied with this guest who was still unwilling to take off his hood, and deliberately did not stop Salayan from staring at him for a long time, which was somewhat rude.

Baron Rivendell seemed a little embarrassed by this, he turned his head to look at the silent staff member and said, "Why don't you..."

"Oh~"

Before Baron Rivendell could figure out a way to smooth things over, Sharlayan suddenly let out a chuckle.

"Don't hide it, old friend, you are not testing me, are you?"

"Hehe~"

A slightly hoarse familiar voice came from the hooded man, and he finally raised his hands and took off the gray-black hood on his head, revealing a middle-aged human face as pale as snow.

"Long time no 'see', Sharlayan."

Sharlayan responded with a smile: "It is indeed a long time since we met in person, Kel'Thuzad."

As the contemporary leader of the Flame Eagle family among the four nobles, Matis knows many important national policies that are listed as top secret by the Sun King. When he heard the name Kel'Thuzad, his eyes immediately widened.

"You are…"

"Shh~"

Kel'Thuzad, whose expression didn't change much, raised his index finger to signal Mathis to keep quiet.

Matis was not ignorant of the importance. He quickly calmed down his slightly fluctuating emotions, waved his confidants to close the door of the conference hall, and asked the mages to cast spells to seal the conference hall to prevent any sound from the room from being transmitted outside.

After confirming that he was fully prepared, Mathis looked at Salayan with a wry smile.

"Salayan, you really gave me a big surprise."

Sharlayan spread his hands innocently: "One thing to say, I didn't expect to see Kel'Thuzad here."

"In that case..."

Sharlayan looked at Baron Rivendell, who was still a little confused, with deep meaning: "This baron should belong to you, right?"

Kel'Thuzad, who had already transformed himself into a lich with Sharlayan's help, nodded lightly, and took out a kitten from the wide sleeve of his robe and stroked it gently.

"I was from Stratholme before I went to Dalaran to study. My family is a small nobleman who has long since fallen. Titus is my good friend for many years. We have known each other since we were very young."

Except for Baron Rivendell himself, the few staff he brought with him were also members of the Cult of the Damned, and they were Kel'Thuzad's confidantes, the kind who only listened to Kel'Thuzad's words and didn't care about the Lich King.

After confirming that all those present were trustworthy people, Sharlayan asked straight to the point: "So? You took the risk to meet with Baron Rivendell with me. It should be because there are important things that are inconvenient to talk about through remote communication, right?"

"really."

Putting Mr. Bigglesworth the kitten on the table and allowing it to pace back and forth freely on the large conference table, Kel'Thuzad's already somewhat stiff expression became more serious.

"Based on your sensitivity to the development of the situation, you should have already understood the current situation in Lordaeron, right?"

Sharlayan nodded: "I have been following the development of the situation in Lordaeron, why? Ner'zhul also intends to have a foot in this internal strife?"

Kel'Thuzad nodded, but then shook his head and explained: "He really wanted to take advantage of the turmoil in Lordaeron's royal city to expand the influence of the Sect of the Damned, but I persuaded him."

"Why?"

"It's very simple."

A cold light flashed in Kel'Thuzad's cold eyes: "Because the Burning Legion also wanted to make a fuss about the civil war in Lordaeron, those big bats invested a lot of manpower around the royal city."

"If my prediction is correct, the Silver Hand, which has always remained neutral, should have started to act under your guidance, right? Fang Boji."

The reason why the Cult of the Damned can develop rapidly in all parts of Lordaeron is not because of their hard power, but because these guys' actions are sufficiently concealed, and their slogans can easily attract those old dignitaries who are afraid of death.

In terms of strength, the Scourge's manpower in Lordaeron is far inferior to the Burning Legion that has been deployed for several years.

Since Kel'Thuzad had guessed in advance that the Silver Hand would kill in the royal city, he certainly wouldn't throw the manpower he had developed so hard to die.

The turmoil in Lordaeron happened right next door to Quel'Thalas, and Kel'Thuzad knew that Sharlayan would definitely make a move.

After predicting the development of the situation through his understanding of Sharlayan, Kel'Thuzad changed his thinking and planned to slowly expand his power from the outside to the inside, starting from the rural noble lords far away from the power center of Lordaeron.

In order to avoid being discovered by Ner'zhul, Kel'Thuzad and Sharlayan's remote contact each time was very short, and they could not exchange views in detail on the more complicated layout.

Taking this opportunity to go to the appointment with his old friend Baron Rivendell, Kel'Thuzad planned to communicate with Sharlayan face-to-face, so as to prevent the two sides from accidentally injuring "friendly troops" in subsequent operations.

While listening to Kel'Thuzad and Sharlayan's plan, Baron Rivendell's expression kept changing, and Matis, who heard this top secret for the first time, was no better than him.

Both of them were aristocratic lords who tended to command troops, and they could only understand half of their conversations, and gradually began to lose track of the rhythm.

In desperation, the two suffering brothers smiled wryly and got together to chat with each other, which happened to bring the relationship between the two families that had maintained friendship for more than 2,000 years closer.

On this side, Sharlayan is still exchanging information with Kel'Thuzad.

"So ~lightnovelpub.net~ the Burning Legion is determined to take this opportunity to tear up a piece of land in the center of Lordaeron as a stronghold?"

Kel'Thuzad nodded: "At least judging from the current action patterns of those big bats, it is true, but I always feel that something is wrong."

"Hmph~" Sharlayan reminded with a sneer, "Don't think that those dreadlords are really devoted to the Burning Legion."

"Speaking of which, you probably don't know the true history of the Nathrezim race, do you?"

After learning from Sharlayan that the so-called Dreadlord originally came from the Shadow Realm, Kel'Thuzad, who had little mood swings after becoming a lich, couldn't help showing a look of surprise.

"Is that so? Then..."

Kel'Thuzad narrowed his eyes and analyzed, "The strange actions of those fearful demon kings are justified."

"On the surface, they are standing up for the Burning Legion, but in fact their **** has been sitting on the side of the Shadow Realm."

"I guess, they want to take this opportunity to pull the banner of the Burning Legion to create turmoil, and send more fresh souls from Azeroth to the warden in the Maw."