Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1029 125. The prophet has predicted the fate, today is not the day of death, but the time of liberation

Mother Windrunner on the deck was a little melancholy.

She stood there alone, with the unique desolation and coldness of the undead, which added a gloomy temperament to her. She could feel the gaze coming from behind, probably the gaze of the smelly pirate projected from the window of the captain's cabin.

Perhaps Bu Laike is still wondering why after the reunion, his mentor has been showing a very strange indifference, as if deliberately avoiding him.

Bo Laike in the captain's cabin was really thinking about it, he could feel the change in Windrunner's mother.

But the pirate didn't think much of it.

He is well aware that the mentality changes of undead creatures are elusive.

This can be felt from the death knights of Black Rook Castle, Lord Ravencrest himself admitted.

If there is no betrayal by his precious daughter when he is resurrected ten thousand years later, so that he can maintain the final connection with this world, then he may choose to kill himself in the pain brought about by the changes in the world.

undead

This is a distorted thing born out of disobedience to the law of life and death.

Their appearance may have its own reasons, but there is no doubt that the physical world is not a world that welcomes the undead. They should continue their journey in the world of the dead, and they always feel very uncomfortable with the living.

But even so, the changes of Windrunner's mother are still a little too fast, and a little too deliberate, making people unable to resist exploring the truth hidden under this indifference.

Bu Laike also specifically communicated with Emeril.

Judging from Miss Shadow Guard's description of the journey of Mother Windrunner and the Hidden Passage during this period, Liresa did go through a difficult period after leaving the Naglfar.

The Stinky Pirate finally sees it as a normal situation and chooses not to pursue it. Everyone has the right to keep secrets, and wantonly exploring those truths will destroy the good relationship between him and Windrunner's mother.

The smelly pirates have always been shrewd in this regard.

But what he really wanted was much scarier than he had imagined.

The lack of emotion of Windrunner's mother made her more and more withdrawn, less and less willing to stay with other people, and more and more like to be alone.

In fact, during this period of the journey, General Liresa even felt disgusted when she got along with the people in the secret passage, especially when those guys talked to her about things that she was not interested in, that is, everything. There is a very dark psychology.

Maybe cutting their necks would make them quieter.

It's not just an idea.

There were actually a few times where she literally almost drew her dagger at someone chattering around her

damn it!

Can't you just learn from Bu Laike and shut your mouth when it's time to shut up?

This fleeting killing intent was even sensed by the silent orc Rexxar.

Therefore, during this journey, Rexxar kept a subtle distance from Windrunner's mother.

Of course, due to Rexxar's own boring personality, even if misfortune happens, he will most likely be the one who will survive to the end.

This unique change is also an important reason why Windrunner's mother did not want to accept the responsibility of leading the hidden passage. But now that he has taken over the position of the hunting master of the hidden passage, there is even less need for the pirates to know about these things.

"Crystal Valley, Twilight's Hammer."

Windrunner's mother let out a breath like a living person. She was upset and desperately needed an outlet, so let the bastards of the Twilight's Hammer bear her bad mood.

"Stop arguing, your chatter disgusts me!"

Liresa said coldly to the Magic Blade Apocalypse buzzing behind her:

"I'll let you eat enough in a while."

Tian Qi fell silent for a moment.

It has begun to sharpen its sword, looking forward to the next big meal.

From this point of view, this magic blade is really easy to satisfy, but unfortunately its appetite will always get bigger and bigger, until it finally turns the sword holder into its own plaything.

Several hours later, the pirate marines finally set foot on the Silithus desert again, and the crystal valley in the distance has been vividly seen.

It is located in the northwest of the Great Silithus Desert, and it is connected with the high mountains that block the desert, creating a semi-enclosed valley terrain in the desert. Like other places, there is no grass growing here.

And because of some unknown reasons, this valley is full of all kinds of furious elemental creatures.

There are sand elements formed by the combination of sand and wind, and some earth elements running around. The elemental power here is astonishingly high, but it is difficult for orthodox shamans to use.

Because the elemental power here is polluted, the Qiraji and their fallen gods are sealed behind the beetle wall at the southernmost tip of the desert, and chaotic forces continue to grow in that dark place.

During the period of the Dark Empire, elemental creatures were once the soldiers of the ancient gods. After the thousand-eyed demon C'Thun recovered some power over a long period of time, he could naturally create a group of monsters outside his sealed land. The out-of-control elements come as a force to defend the frontiers of the Great Desert.

These out-of-control degenerate elements are difficult to deal with, and because of the power of this place, they continue to breed. Because of this, the druids who insist on fighting the insects in the desert almost never come here.

It is also for this reason that the remote Crystal Valley has become the perfect hiding place for local cultists.

The base camp of the fallen church Twilight's Hammer in Silithus is here, as is Cho'gall, the leader of the cultists, who have been recruiting all kinds of scumbags to join their ranks since they came to Silithus cause.

Especially after the fall of the Church of Storms in Kul Tiras, the Crystal Valley of Silithus quickly became the "new holy land" of Azeroth's cultists.

Garona Harfolson's hunt in the Great Desert of Silithus had almost reached her goal, but because of these cultists on the sea who brought their own dry food, they were oppressed by the elusive assassination of the female orcs to the point of collapse. The cultist group is back to life.

This wave.

This wave belongs to Bu Laike who is pitting his teammates.

Any action of the Prophet will have an elusive butterfly effect, and the Twilight's Hammer's resurgence perfectly confirms this.

There are too many bad guys who defected to Cho'gall, which made Garona's hands sore during this period of time, but she still couldn't control the worsening situation in front of her.

Because there was enough cannon fodder available, even Garona herself was taken as prey by the strong and powerful Cho'gall.

"Burn her! (Quick! You bastards!)"

The angry roar of the two-headed ogre echoed in the chaotic place full of sand and dust. It was still the familiar double voice, and it was still the strange feeling of two heads talking at the same time.

The tall ogre Cho'gall wielded a weird warhammer, and brutally grabbed a black iron dwarf cultist beside him with one hand, and threw him in front of him like a ball, being completely blocked by elements, alien insects and cultists in front of a cave.

"Blow her up! (Your soul will rise, and the void will open its hands to you!)"

The ogre growled, encouraging.

He stretched out his hand and threw out a purple law of corruption, causing the black iron cultist who was thrown into the cave to be bewitched by the corrupt will for a moment, and the red-eyed man with the gunpowder barrel on his back screamed and rushed to the depths of the cave.

There was a loud "boom", and bursting flames burst out from the entrance of the cave, completely destroying the traps that Garona had thrown at the entrance of the cave.

In the next moment, amidst Cho'gall's binocular laughter, he waved his hand, and the corrupted elements and alien worms rushed into the small cave in front of him.

They are carrying out the orders of the messengers of the ancient gods.

They are going to tear the assassin hiding in the hole to pieces!

Choogall was overjoyed.

The evil guy is very relaxed now, he hasn't been this happy in a long time, he is in a great mood, it's like he's on top.

Since he escaped to the backwaters of Silithus from the Tomb of Sargeras in the Broken Isles more than a year ago, Garona who followed has become Cho'gall's nightmare.

The deadly killer who was once cultivated by Gul'dan as a weapon, took killing the remnants of the Shadow Council as a lifelong ideal and a mission that must be fulfilled like crazy.

Cho'gall suffered a lot from her perseverance and her relentless pursuit.

If it weren't for this great desert being close to the sanctuary of the fallen god, so that the fallen believer Cho'gall could continuously obtain the support of the xenomorphs, he would have died by Garona's sword long ago.

At least twice!

That crazy woman's blade almost pierced her own brain and heart! The fact that I can live up to now is purely due to my great strength, except that the ogre's vitality is also tyrannical.

But today, all nightmares brought about by the odious Garona Haverson will come to an end!

Cho'gall looked at the corpses of dozens of cultists and xenomorphs who fell beside him with complacency, as well as the traces left after the chaotic elements were hacked to death.

He paid a high price to push Garona who had stepped into the trap into a desperate situation. His loyal subordinates suffered heavy casualties, and the fallen shrines in the Crystal Valley base camp were destroyed a lot.

But it's all worth it.

As long as Garona, who got in the way, died here, he could completely let go of his hands and feet and lead the Twilight's Hammer to serve the fallen god and his great cause of conquest.

And Garona's fiery soul will also be used as the best tribute, dedicated to the dark gods of the bug people in exchange for C'Thun's full support.

He will lead the army of Qiraji across Kalimdor, deal a head-on blow to the Kaldorei, and spread the glory of corruption throughout Azeroth.

The order of this world makes him extremely disgusted, and chaos is his promised heaven.

After he has completed the great cause of degenerate conquest, all Gul'dan and Orgrim must stand aside! I will dedicate this world to the will of the void, and I will become the king of this fallen world!

The only overlord!

Cruel and cunning, the idealistic double-headed ogre has already seen the bright or dark future. His two heads laughed wildly triumphantly, admiring Garona's desperate counterattack in the cave in front of him.

Hehe, aren't you amazing?

But in the trap set by the devil, you can only die, unless you can fly out with wings! Atone for what you have done, you pathetic orc bastard!

Garona who was trapped in the cave was really desperate.

I haven't seen her in a year, but this female orc hasn't changed much. She still has the vigorous and deadly posture before, but now she is very embarrassed.

The leather armor on his body was already broken, and his left leg was bitten by a different species of insect. He lost a large piece of flesh bloody from his thigh to his knee, and even his bones could be seen.

The most terrible thing is that the poison of the xenomorph is eroding her will.

The gift from the fallen god made it difficult for the poison to be diluted by the antidote. The female assassin's spirit was already on the verge of collapse, and a white light even appeared in front of her eyes.

It seems that he has begun to reflect on his life before dying.

But she didn't stop fighting.

The wide-edged sword in his hand, the blade of the green dragon secret treasure named Dragon's Call, has been shattered, which was shattered by the Fallen Law during the desperate fight with Cho'gall.

The dagger in the other hand had already curled up due to long-term piercing and slashing. Facing the siege of alien insects constantly rushing out of the ground, Garona's counterattack became weak and weak.

The nimble dodge also became dull.

There is only such a big place in the cave, and there is not enough room for her to dodge.

After more and more cultists were driven into the cave by Cho'gall, Garona already had a premonition that her life would end today, and she was not afraid of death.

She was overwhelmed by the things she had done in the past, the blood on her hands, the memories she would never forget and the wailing that appeared every midnight.

It's a relief to die.

But this kind of death that didn't achieve its goal was not what Garona wanted.

Her heart was full of frustration, and she missed the last chance to kill Cho'gall after all.

I will leave this world as a loser.

Garona thought she would feel shame, but when she was hit by the poisonous stinger of a different species of flying insect, and she fell into a pool of blood and corpses, she unexpectedly found that the shame she felt before she died Not a shame.

There is also a touch of regret and deep regret.

Seeing that Garona was no longer able to fight back, the alien worms surrounded them. In front of them were a few cultists in black robes. These guys were ready to extract their souls.

The female orc in the pool of blood struggled hard, and threw the broken sword in her hand fiercely, knocking down a cultist who was rushing the fastest.

But this is her last fight.

She lay there, her body twitching, her blue eyes already dazed.

At the last moment, a smile was actually drawn on the blood-stained face like a ghost.

In a trance, she saw herself and an old man hiding in the dark forest, cuddling and whispering, and they had a lot of promises that night.

But unfortunately, in the end, she was still a bad woman who failed to fulfill her promise.

Ah, my Khadgar.

It must be painful for you to learn of my death.

But it doesn't matter, you deserve better people to spend your life with you, maybe that will be a spellcaster who shares your heart, and can discuss with you those magical theories that give me a headache.

She will be more worthy of your love than me, a sinful man, and she will give you everything I could not give you.

Maybe it's better to just say goodbye without saying a word.

I will never see you again.

That way you can always remember me.

come on.

Sad bastards, kill me. Although I have too many regrets in this incomplete life, I have no more demands

"puff"

The sudden burst of blood splashed on Garona's face, causing the dying female orc to open her tired eyes, and then instantly widened her pupils.

Before her eyes, a sullen gnome cultist was stripping away his disguise.

A ferocious dreadlord moved its claws, and pulled out the fallen hearts of the two "compatriots" beside it. The surrounding xenomorphs seemed to be impacted by spiritual magic.

They began to attack each other chaotically.

Under the stunned gaze of Garona who was waiting to die, the gloomy dreadlord sneered twice, threw the fallen heart in his hand into his mouth, and bit it into pieces like chewing fruit.

In the splash of blood-red juice, it bent down, pinched the female assassin's neck and lifted her up, sniffed her body, and said in devil's language full of regret:

"What a delicious soul, it's a pity that I can't taste it today. But the prophet has foretold, Garona Haverson, that the death you're chasing is delayed.

Thank you, or hate him. "

(end of this chapter)