Orix turned around in a daze.

The thick Ice Prison was near, with a set of black armor frozen inside. In front of the ice, there was also an old orc wearing a skeleton-shaped white oil paint on his face and a thick robe with a rough staff on his knees.

This is the Ice Crown Glacier, the Ice Crown Throne; this is the spiritual world of the Lich King Ner's Euzu, and that old orc is the Ner's Euzu himself!

Orix wakes up.

Thinking of the signs before the coma, I'm afraid that the Lich King had set up some kind of spell in his body to drag himself into this spiritual world - he could not tell whether this was a illusion or the spiritual space of Ner's ancestor.

Did Baron Rivendale come to his door? It was clearly a tool used to directly attack Huanglong. Orix felt a little distressed in his heart, and he felt that he had underestimated the horror of the real world.

"Your soul is very special, I have never seen such an individual before." The old orc said hoarsely, looking very interested.

His hair was almost gone, and his teeth were uneven, yellow and black, as if he was about to be idled, but his behavior showed an abnormal feeling of stimulation.

Orix glanced at his hands and found that there was also flesh in the empty soul body. There were countless blood vessels like the body, but what was flowing inside was not blood, but golden quicksand.

There was still the time code hanging beside me, but in the state of a spirit, this thick and strange book also turned into a pure golden light, with quicksand flowing endlessly.

He looked up in confusion and found that Ner's lord didn't seem to notice the existence of the book.

"You know my plan, but what's the use of this? My spiritual power is endless, and my thinking speed is unmatched... Even if the plan is lost, I can still adopt alternative plans; if the alternative plans fail, I can also formulate new plans. For me, this is just an integration, identifying a large amount of information that cannot be accommodated by the spirit of a mortal, and constantly executing the best-choice game."

The old orc slowly stood up and walked over.

"I don't believe that you can predict my next move in advance every time. If you can't spread the plague in Lordaeron, I can spread the plague in Kurtiras, Gilness, and the Storm Kingdom, and even spend some more time to study plagues against dwarves, dwarfs, and even night elves. Time is equally important to me, but you are far from my Scourge Corps in terms of the efficiency of time utilization.

My Scourge Legion is one, like a precision-operated machine, and my action efficiency is far greater than that of a disarray of Azeroth. When you shirk your responsibility and prepare for war, my Scourge Legion has completely gained a foothold in Northrend. Before you gather and have enough power to destroy me, the whole world will become a paradise for natural disasters. Give up your insignificant resistance, you will never be able to compete with me."

Finally, the old orc stood in front of Orix. Although his body was slightly hunched, he was still nearly half a head taller than him. He looked at him from a high point. The fiery light in his eyes was very strange, as if he was looking at a big baby.

"Your Excellency brought me into this illusion to tell me these great principles?"

Orix sat cross-legged on the ground calmly, looking at his eyes, nose, and heart, and entering a state of meditation.

He didn't know how to escape from this spiritual space. Panic was useless, so he could only rely on people outside. Perhaps his body had been sent to the Holy Light Wish Chapel or Dalaran by Luo Ning and others. There were a group of heavyweights around him, trying every means to rescue himself, a rooster who could lay golden eggs.

Neozu wanted to chat and talk nonsense, but he was happy to see it.

What's more, it's hard to pull yourself into the illusion or spiritual world, or the spell cast with Baron Rivendell's body is at most like this, and you can't do anything to yourself further.

Otherwise, you will just bewitch yourself and control yourself.

Seeing his appearance, a hint of praise flashed through Naozu's eyes and said, "You are very smart. But this is not an illusion, but my spiritual space... I really can't do anything to you, I can only tell you the most essential truth in this world - if you can't fight me, why bother to do useless work?"

"You underestimate Azeroth too much." Orix didn't raise his eyelids.

"My army will not feel hunger and exhausted; the delivery of instructions is almost real-time; the pressure of logistics supply is almost gone; every time you die, I will have one more soldier... How should mortals resist such an endless army of dead? You are deceiving yourself, child."

Orix must admit that Neruzu was right.

At the war level, the Scourge is indeed a bug. To a certain extent, its failure after the Third War also had a plot killing meaning - who would have thought that Illidan used the Eye of Sargeras to bombard the Ice Crown Glacier, causing the Lich King to be seriously injured? Later, Arthas returned and drove away the troops under Illidan, successfully defeating the ice, and integrating with the Lich King. But then the guy fell into a coma, and he was unconscious for several years, which is the so-called fusion.

What does how many years mean?

It means that the mortal world has a breather, and it means that the Scourge Legion missed the best opportunity to sweep the world when the mortal tribes were severely injured by the Burning Legion.

If not, the Scourge would have posed a greater threat to Azeroth. At least the fall of the countries in the eastern continent north of the natural barrier where the Sardor Bridge is located is a foregone conclusion.

But then again, Orix is ​​right.

Ner's sirens did underestimate Azes, at least he knew nothing about the planet's birth of the Titan Star Soul, and he didn't know about the Guardian system and the power of the guardian dragon. He had never counted many facts that became unknown secrets in the past ten thousand years.

No matter how powerful the Scourge is, it will not reach the point of destroying Azeroth. The disaster level is still as great as the ancient gods swept across the planet and established the Dark Empire countless years ago.

"I admire you very much and know that those low-level methods are ineffective for you. Submit us to me. We will eventually become the masters of Azeroth. When that day comes, I will leave a place for you."

Neozu was still talking nonsense, regardless of whether Orix responded.

The old orc smiled: "Do you think people outside can rescue you? Those humans know nothing about the soul realm. When they find a way, maybe my army of dead people has swept the whole world."

Orix curled his lips, "What you can't do, for me, is just a different place to meditate. You can chat with me, maybe I'm very interested, and you will also talk about how the Burning Legion crossed the river and destroyed the bridge. What you should think is not how to attack Azeroth, but how to protect yourself after the matter is done - have you been rebellious? I think it's time to prepare, after all, those Nasrezm who were sent to monitor you are not vegetarians."

Ner's expression changed slightly. He never expected that the "prophet" in front of him knew that he was willing to betray the Burning Legion.

"Or, if I have the chance in the future, I can also talk to a certain 'supervisor' about this. Anyway, it's the intrigue between the three of us, and I don't mind muddling the water. Unless you kill me before that - at this moment."

Nayorzu narrowed his eyes slightly, and dangerous light burst out from his turbid eyes, but after a while, he suddenly laughed and said, "I can't kill you, you guessed that, in this space of consciousness, I can't do anything to you, but..."

The old orc stood up and returned to his prison, and sat cross-legged.

"It's still possible to keep you here for a few years. Maybe I can convince you, maybe you can't stick to the day you get out of trouble and go crazy, I don't care."
Chapter completed!