"not now!"

After Black conveyed the order to the Nathrezim to come out of the darkness in the name of Emperor Denathrius, Balnazar's breathing became a little heavy.

But this Dread Lord, the most loyal to Emperor Denathrius, did not lose his mind because of this.

It argued:

"Kil'jaeden is still burning the throne. It firmly controls the demon army in the entire Antoran wasteland. Without its orders, we can't do anything in it.

The fraudster seems to have realized something, and it has recently stepped up its monitoring of us."

"Fraudster? No no no, it won't be a problem."

Black calculated the time in his mind and said to Balnazar:

"You immediately take the legion communicator to see it, and adjust the communication frequency to the demon legion of Macaire. I have arranged people there, which will definitely make the fraudster unwilling to wait even one more minute.

Believe me, my dear Balnazzar, the deceiver you fear will thank me for my message."

"Could it be that stupid?"

The Dreadlord expressed doubts about this, and Balnazzar said:

"Even the most brainless demon will not abandon Antorus Fortress under such circumstances. Deceivers are not as easy to deceive as you think."

"Of course, the fraudster knows this is a trap to lure the tiger away from the mountain."

The pirate snorted, stood up, and said to the communicator in front of him:

"It knows.

It just doesn't care.

Let me ask you a question, dear Balnazzar, do you know who the most terrifying traitor is in the Legion of Destruction formed by Lord Sargeras since the establishment of the Burning Legion?

Don't answer it is you, it will make me seriously doubt your IQ.

It's Kil'jaeden!

It's a fraud!

From the time it joined the Legion until now, the reason for its destruction has never been out of loyalty to the Dark Titan. Its purpose has never been the same as Lord Sargeras's purpose.

It has never devoted even a little bit of its loyalty to its master.

Fraudsters are the real traitors.

Because it already has its heart, and as for me, I am not destroying Lord Sargeras's great cause. On the contrary, I am just helping the Dark Titan I admire in my heart to eradicate rebellion.

Believe me, everyone will thank me.

Go ahead.

Do your best, and you will have an invitation to Revendreth's victory banquet... Oh, I forgot, you nathrezim who can't even be mentioned have never been invited to Revendreth's.

The arrogant Venthyr looked down upon him.

Those arrogant anima vampires won't invite you idiots.

Such sad news."

The pirate stretched out his voice and let out a laugh that made the Dread Lord extremely angry, but Balnazzar understood what was important, so it did not refute and just silently turned off the communicator.

In the grand and majestic, dark and ferocious hall of Antorus and the Burning Throne, the Dread Lord quickly rushed into the Deceiver's Palace holding a legion communicator.

Wouldn't this be a good time?

Kil'jaeden is making plans with his demon generals who command the Council to annihilate the anti-demon coalition.

The tragedy at the terminal dock three days ago activated the Deceiver. Having lost its fleet advantage, it had sensed something was wrong and decided to immediately end this cat-and-mouse game that had begun to get out of hand.

But at this important moment, Balnazar broke in, which made the fraudster very dissatisfied.

It scolded:

"Get out! Come back later."

"No, Fraudster, I know what's happening now is important, but you must listen to this message from Mac'Aree."

Balnazar made a respectful and humble gesture, placed the communicator in his hand on the demon stone pillar in front of him, and it said:

"If after listening to this you feel that I am just wasting your time, then I am willing to accept any punishment."

"Um?"

The always cunning Dread Lord actually said such words, which made the Deceiver feel a little surprised. He waved his hand to pause the tactical explanation of the demon generals, and clicked on the communicator with his burning claws.

The next moment, a voice that made Kil'jaeden's heart beat wildly came from the communicator:

"Kil'jaeden, my ancient and rebellious brother, you once said that we must end our feud on our homeland... Here I am! In Mac'Aree.

The legion you deployed here has been defeated by me and my warriors. I am now standing in the ruins of the Seat of the Triumvirate. I am waiting for you in the hall where we once managed the world together.

You are right.

The grudges between us are just like our hometown Argus. It has long been filled with cracks and filthy. It is time for us to put an end to it all.

I won't run away this time, Kil'jaeden.

bring it on.

On the land of my hometown, end everything completely! I have disappointed you once, this time, I will not let you and our world down.

I promise!"

"Shua"

The great demon suddenly stood up from his throne.

When they saw this action, the generals commanding the council felt that something was wrong.

General Elodus waved his hands and shouted:

"Calm down! Fraudster! This is a trap! Those cunning invaders just want to use Velen to lure you there! I'm sure they will take this opportunity to attack Antorus Fortress.

You can't leave!"

"This is indeed a vicious trap, fraudster."

Bazanar also lowered his head and "persuaded":

"Although the Dread Lord under my command has confirmed that Velen did indeed appear in Mac'Aree and it was not a magical illusion, what General Elodus said is absolutely correct.

This is part of a sinister plan.

Their target is you.

Obviously, your presence makes them feel fear, so they must let you leave the battlefield. You should not get caught up in personal grudges and ignore the important affairs of the legion at this time."

"you shut up!"

The demon general turned around and struck Balnazar with a whip. How could an old demon like him, who had been fighting for a lifetime, not hear the malice in Balnazar's words?

This guy seemed to be persuading, but he was actually adding fuel to the fire.

But Balnazzar, who was whipped, did not resist, but retreated into the shadows little by little with a weird smile.

As for the fraudsters.

Kil'jaeden was in a very strange state at this time.

While moving its shoulders, it said to the demon generals commanding the council below:

"Yes, this is a trap, I know, I know they will use Velen to deal with me one day, don't worry, everyone, I am calm.

From joining the Burning Legion to now, I have always been calm during countless executions of destruction.

Then, the defense of Antolan Wasteland is left to you."

After saying that, the Deceiver, who claimed to be very calm, strode down from the throne. His elite demons from Kil'jaeden's Hand had already gathered outside the palace.

"You can't leave!"

General Elodus grabbed the big demon's wrist, and it shouted:

"This is a conspiracy! Are you blind? The Dreadlords are adding fuel to the flames! They have rebelled! If you leave, it will all be over!"

"Then it's over."

The Deceiver looked back at the demon general he trusted so much, with a calm light shining in its burning eyes, and it said:

"Let me tell you something seriously, my dear Elodus, the victory or defeat in the Antolan Wasteland, the Legion's expedition among the stars, the glory and greatness of Sargeras, those Titan Souls...

.

I don't care at all!

I never cared.

You can do whatever you want, resist or surrender, it's up to you.

Now, let me go!

Before I strangle you to death."
To be continued...