Azeroth: Starting with Eagle Eye in the Necropolis.

Rhodes breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Sargeras had left. What a nuisance! To obtain powerful fel energy, he had to see Sargeras in person, and once he saw Sargeras, Azeroth would be doomed.

This is a self-contradictory problem: without seeing Sargeras, you can't get enough shoes for Azeroth to use; but if you do see Sargeras, Azeroth is doomed.

This is like snatching teeth from a tiger's mouth! If he can't complete the task Sargeras gave him, Sargeras will definitely not like him. But fortunately, this time it was Azshara who led Sargeras's descent, not him.

Rhodes already had a rough plan in mind: to obtain sufficiently powerful fel energy, he needed to see Sargeras in person. Since he couldn't bring Sargeras to Azeroth, he would have to go to the Twisting Nether himself.

As the saying goes, nothing ventured, nothing gained! If I want to obtain Sargeras's fel power, then I must take some risks.

Sargeras's plan to descend must be stopped, so in this war, he must outwardly side with the Legion, but secretly help the Allied Forces.

And you have to make Sargeras fail at just the right time, and you can't take the blame yourself. You have to make Sargeras see that you have worked very hard to help him descend upon some stupid fool, causing the plan to fail.

Afterwards, Rhodes tried to travel to the Twisting Nether to meet Sargeras. If this plan went wrong even slightly, he would be doomed.

The heavy metal door had just closed behind him, shutting out the restless fel energy inside, and Rhodes stepped out of Sargeras' altar.

Queen Azshara did not leave, but stood quietly in the corridor outside the door.

“It seems you had a very pleasant conversation with the great Sargeras,” Azshara said first.

Waiting here was agonizing; she was terrified that Rhodes might have offended Sargeras and even implicated her, since he was the one who recommended Rhodes to Sargeras.

Fortunately, it seems that Sargeras is currently very satisfied with Rhodes, and the two seem to have had a good talk. Rhodes has come to realize the greatness of that true god.

"Through His Majesty's introduction, I was able to meet the true God, hear His magnificent plans, and behold His supreme power."

"Lord Sargeras has placed extraordinary expectations on my abilities. I will help Lord Sargeras open the portal and allow the great true god to descend upon Azeroth." Rhodes bowed to Azshara and said.

Upon hearing this, Azshara smiled with satisfaction. It seemed that Rhodes was also impressed by the power he had displayed.

That's true. No one can remain unmoved after witnessing such a great and supreme being.

However, Rhodes' next words made Azshara somewhat concerned. What did he mean by Rhodes helping her open the portal?

“Rhodes, the great true god, is he… dissatisfied with my progress?” Azshara asked somewhat fearfully.

The construction of the portal had always been the responsibility of himself and the Highborne mages under his command. Why was Rhodes suddenly getting involved?

"Your Majesty misunderstands. What I meant was that Lord Sargeras is quite satisfied with your work; he just asked me to assist you."

"My mission will begin after Lord Sargeras arrives. Until then, I will do everything in my power to help you build the portal," Rhodes said with a smile.

"That's good. I'm relieved. Rhodes, you are my most trusted advisor. When the great true god descends upon Azeroth, you will become second only to me." Azshara said with satisfaction.

Rhodes was about to agree when a strange aura filled the air. Countless black bats and dragons came together to form a dreadlord nearly 4 meters tall. The moment the dreadlord appeared, Rhodes recognized it as an old friend, one that he and Illidan had killed together before.

“Queen Azshara, I must kindly remind you that, according to Lord Sargeras, Rhodes’ status is above yours,” Diktios said.

Chapter 368 The despicable Fear Demon King turns the tables on his opponent.

Dictios's words were like a cold dagger, piercing the previously harmonious atmosphere in the corridor unexpectedly, making the atmosphere in front of him strange. The dreadlord's wicked grin made Rhodes want to send him back to the Twisting Nether with a beam of holy light.

You damn bastards, it's all your fault when something goes wrong. Azshara is a woman with an insatiable thirst for power. If you tell her that this newcomer has now surpassed you, Rhodes can easily imagine how Queen Azshara feels.

Azshara's smile froze instantly. She slowly turned around, a look of disbelief flashing in her golden eyes as she stared in shock at Rhodes and the Dreadlord.

Her face was then covered by a layer of cold mist. At this moment, the Queen's expression was extremely ugly, and her gaze towards Rhodes changed instantly.

Rhodes' heart sank. He really didn't intend to reveal Sargeras's "special regard" for him right now—especially in front of Azshara. Rhodes knew the Queen's mindset all too well; she was a typical tsundere, and in a yandere-like state.

The Dreadlord's move was both vicious and precise, directly striking at Azshara's most sensitive core of power. Azshara absolutely would not allow anyone to stand above her, and even felt that she was on equal footing with Sargeras. Although she had been dealt with, being ridden on by Rhodes was something she absolutely could not accept.

"Lord Dictios, were you there during my conversation with Lord Sargeras?" Rhodes spoke first. Now he could only try to salvage the situation and prevent his relationship with Azshara from breaking down. After all, Rhodes was counting on Her Majesty the Queen to take the blame for Azeroth's defeat.

We need to find out how much this Dreadlord knows. If all else fails, Rhode plans to send his Archangel of Light or Phoenix of Holy Fire to carry out a decapitation strike and secretly take care of him.

"Of course I wouldn't dare. Lord Sargeras said that a private conversation would naturally be conducted without anyone else present."

"But I can tell that Lord Sargeras trusts you quite a bit; he has never spoken alone with a mortal for so long," Diktios said.

The dreadlords are quick-witted; otherwise, they wouldn't be able to thrive in any faction. They hold a pivotal position within the Burning Legion, and even Kil'jaeden and Archimonde sometimes rely on them.

"So how did you come to that conclusion? That Lord Sargeras values ​​me more and that my rank is above Queen Azshara's? That's your own conjecture, isn't it?"

"Have you misunderstood Lord Sargeras? Her Majesty the Queen is the supreme ruler of Azeroth, the bridge connecting the Legion and this world. I have only respect and assistance for Her Majesty; how can you say I am 'above' her?" Rhodes said.

Upon hearing this, Azshara's expression visibly softened. If Rhodes's status was truly above hers, she would not hesitate to find a way to eliminate him.

Sargeras is a god, a great dark titan, the soul of the world, and is above me, but why should Rhodes?

Even if you've had a very close relationship with the other person, it's still not acceptable.

Now that he heard it wasn't Sargeras himself who gave the order, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Damn dreadlord.

“Your Majesty the Dreadlord, this is merely your own conjecture! The great true god Sargeras never said he would strip me of my dominance. He promised me that I would remain queen,” Azshara said.

"Your Majesty, Lord Sargeras is merely interested in my... special physique and hopes that I can better serve the great cause of the Legion. Just as you were curious about me, Lord Sargeras is also curious about the worlds I have traveled to before."

The specific details of the Legion's arrival still require His Majesty's overall coordination; Lord Sargeras has never changed his mind about being in charge this time.

Or perhaps, Your Excellency the Dreadlord, you're trying to sow discord?" Rhode directly steered the battle towards the Dreadlord's side.

You little brat trying to trick me? Well, I'll trick you back! Luckily, this guy didn't hear anything crucial. If he had revealed that he was a demigod and had been appointed by Sargeras as the third commander of the Legion, things would have been in serious trouble.

Upon hearing this, Azshara's expression darkened once again. She glared angrily at the Dreadlord. These guys had been staying in her palace for half a year. What kind of people were they?

As the Night Elf Queen, she knew all too well that these guys loved to cause trouble, and would even instigate her maids to fight each other for favor, leaving them bloodied and battered. They would also seduce her maids and some of the High Elf court mages.

Even the slightest grudge can be amplified infinitely under the instigation of these fear demons, eventually escalating into a terrifying battle.

And these dreadlords would hide in the shadows, admiring their masterpiece. These damned bastards actually dared to set their sights on him, trying to drive a wedge between him and Rhodes.

"Tichondrius, Nathrezim demon."

You manipulate those court mages, you toy with my maids, you incite them to distrust each other and turn it into a fight. I can turn a blind eye to that, but don't forget who I am. I am the Queen of the Night Elf Empire.

"My status is second only to Sargeras. I am beyond your comprehension. If you dare to say such things again, I will personally send you back to the Twisting Nether." Azshara clearly trusted Rhodes more.

"Your Excellency, Dreadlord, I am merely an ordinary mortal mage who has mastered a sliver of Holy Light power. Compared to Her Majesty the Queen, who possesses the power of the Well of Eternity, I am far inferior. Your words are nothing more than an attempt to sow discord between me and Her Majesty the Queen. I have heard of your name, Dreadlord, throughout the universe."

"And I've also seen a different kind in the Holy Light Legion, a dreadlord with golden bat wings," Rod said with a forced smile.

Upon hearing this, Tichondrius's face immediately turned ashen, as if he had swallowed a fly. He naturally knew who a dreadlord with the power of holy light was. One of his brothers had indeed infiltrated the Holy Light Legion, and this was no easy place to infiltrate—a product of the dreadlord's death world.

After their great master Denathrius created them, he secretly sent them to the real universe. Their only mission was to infiltrate other forces and await their master's orders. The easiest to infiltrate was naturally the Burning Legion. They even played a part in Sargeras's fall.

The Holy Light Legion, one of its members has a very special identity. Since joining, he has hardly been in contact with them, yet Rhodes has actually met him.

“I know who you’re talking about. He’s a traitor, a traitor to our own kind, Losakson. He has turned his back on the great fel energy, betrayed Lord Sargeras, and actually embraced this false holy light. If you see him again, don’t hold back.”

"Kill him directly, and Lord Sargeras will reward you," Tichondrius said.

"Is that so? It seems that you dreadlords are not so united after all! I thought all the Nathrezim were loyal to Lord Sargeras?" Queen Azshara said.

“My people are inevitably of varying abilities, so I think we shouldn’t discuss this matter. Don’t you two agree?” Diktios clearly wanted to change the subject and didn’t want to talk about the infiltration of other forces.

One of the main reasons he stirred up trouble between Rhodes and Azshara was that he didn't want the world of Azeroth to fall so quickly.

This is not good for Denathrius, who still needs a constant supply of souls from Azeroth to further enhance his power. (In fact, these dreadlords are also a group of traitors.)

"Dicktios, the Dreadlords are known in the Twisting Nether for their deception, lies, and manipulation of minds, but isn't such shallow, superficial provocation... an insult to our intelligence?"

"Or is it that you don't take Her Majesty the Queen, or even Lord Sargeras's true intentions seriously at all?" Rhodes continued.

These words were like a series of precise stabs. First, they pointed out the nature of the Dreadlord, implying that his words were inherently unreliable; second, they characterized Dict.t.O.'s "inference" as unfounded "arbitrary judgment," directly weakening the weight of his words; finally, they went even further, escalating to a misinterpretation of Sargeras's intentions and a contempt for Azshara's authority, thus slapping a heavy label on him.

Azshara nodded in deep agreement. Dreadlords were just a bunch of creatures who loved to stir up trouble, like those petty people. She should have realized long ago that all of this was just sowing discord.

"It seems I've said too much. I apologize for disturbing Your Excellency Rhodes and Her Majesty the Queen's enjoyment. I'll take my leave now." Seeing that his attempt to provoke them had failed, the Dreadlord prepared to depart.

But Rod wouldn't let the other party leave. You dug a big pit for me. If I let you leave so easily, where would I put my face?

Rhodes snorted coldly, and the holy light power within his body surged out, transforming directly into a giant hand that instantly grabbed the bat that was trying to escape.

This is another form of the Holy Light Susanoo, which only manifests a part of the skeletal body to fight enemies.

"Dreadlord, you come and go as you please? Don't you think too highly of yourself?" Rhode used the power of holy light to completely envelop the Dreadlord.

Holy Light is extremely effective against these negative attributes of death.

"What are you going to do? Let me go right now!" the Demon King of Fear said in terror.

He hadn't expected Rhodes to be so powerful.

Chapter 369 Teaching the Fear Demon King a Lesson, Holy Light Soothes the Queen

Dictios tried to struggle, but he was horrified to discover that the opponent's holy light was terrifyingly powerful. The divine power locked him down, and even the surrounding space was locked; he had no way to escape.

Although demons cannot be killed outside the Twisting Nether, if they are sent back to the Twisting Nether for such a reason, they will certainly be punished by Sargeras. They might even be sent to the Sisterhood of Destructive Witches and tortured into something neither human nor ghost.

"It's nothing. I just want you to show me some respect when you speak in the future. Otherwise, I'll personally send you back to the Twisting Nether," Rhodes said with a sneer.

Just kidding, he's killed quite a few dreadlords. Before the Battle of Mount Hyjal, he and Illidan teamed up to defeat Tichondrius once. Back then, Illidan was on his home turf, while he was providing support. But 1 years later, this guy clearly didn't recognize him. Rhodes was very low-key back then.

In the battles that followed, Rhodes killed several Dreadlords in Lordaeron and the Black Temple, so he naturally knew their weaknesses and escape methods.

A gigantic hand formed from holy light gripped Tichondrius tightly. The golden light clashed violently with the shadow energy surging from the Dreadlord, producing a sizzling, corrosive sound. The Dreadlord writhed in agony within the cage of holy light, and for the first time, genuine pain and terror appeared on his perpetually mocking face.

"Lord Rhodes, please calm down! I think there's some misunderstanding between us." Tichondrius's voice was no longer calm, but rather tinged with urgency. The dreadlord's face showed a fawning expression.

“I admit my words were offensive, but this is, after all, an internal matter under Lord Sargeras. Isn’t it going too far to treat a legion commander like this?”

"Excessive? You dare to presume?" Rhodes sneered, his giant hand of holy light tightening even more, causing the Dreadlord's bones to creak under the strain.

"When you were trying to sow discord between me and Her Majesty the Queen, why didn't you think of the word 'excessive'? If your slanderous words cause cracks in the construction of the portal and delay Lord Sargeras's arrival, can you bear the responsibility?"

Most importantly, Lord Sargeras received me personally and promised me that my future status would be second only to Queen Aisara.

So to be precise, I will be your superior in the future, and you dare to mock me now? Who gave you the audacity?

These words were extremely harsh, directly linking Tichondrius's "provocative" actions to delaying the Sargeras Plan, and even adding that he was provoking his superiors.

The Dreadlord's expression grew even uglier—he truly could not bear this responsibility.

Azshara stood aside, a smug look in her eyes. Rhodes' power was immense; without the power of the Well of Eternity, she would not be a match for him.

To be protected by such a powerful male is every woman's wish, and even Queen Azshara is no exception. Perhaps after Sargeras descends upon the world of Azeroth, Rhodes can become a prince of the empire and her true husband in name and in fact.

She looked down on ordinary night elves, because every male night elf looked at her with awe and respect, but she had never seen anything like that in Rhodes' eyes, which was really exciting!

Azshara couldn't wait to drag Rhodes back to her palace and have a thrilling battle.

She admired Rhodes's strength and protectiveness at this moment, which defended her dignity as queen; but she also knew that if Rhodes seriously injured or even killed a dreadlord commander, it would inevitably attract Sargeras's attention, and might even make the dark titan doubt their loyalty and control.