Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1032 128. Oh, if I had known that there would be unexpected gains, how could I have kept you until today?

Long before Gul'dan tried to "single-handle" the Tomb of Sargeras and failed to hit the street, "loyal apprentice" Cho'gall had already found himself a "next home".

Cunningly, he heard the call of the Old Gods on his way to the Broken Isles, but he was exposed to the power of the void six years before the Dark Portal.

In fact, Cho'gall had already established contact with the void power through some secret channels known only to him when he was messing around in Dellano's world.

But because there is no bug like the Old God in the orc world, it was difficult for Cho'gall to truly understand the truth generously given by the void.

After arriving in the magical world of Azeroth, the ogre quickly chose the direction of his future efforts.

As it turned out, he was indeed a genius for evil.

He fled alone to the Kalimdor continent with the last group of diehard loyalists, and his ability can be seen in the deeds he made in the Silithus Desert.

In just over a year, in this formerly uninhabited desert, there have been many scumbags from all over the world who have come to seek refuge, adding bricks and tiles to the cause of the cultists.

If it wasn't for the variable Garona, Cho'gall would definitely be living a very comfortable life now.

He has been endowed with the power of C'Thun, the demon with thousands of eyes. He greedily grabs the power of darkness, accepts it without reservation, and continues to climb the ladder of the fallen under the guidance of the void.

But he and Bo Laike happen to be two extremes.

Under the guidance of Xalatath, the stinky pirate took every step into the void carefully, and only looked for the correct answer to a specific question from the void, and dismissed the power given by other void echoes.

But Cugall is not so "humble".

He wished he could swallow every power given by those echoes, like a perpetually hungry monster who never felt satisfied and even took the initiative to ask for it.

He is longing for more.

For more blessings, he will unreservedly release the malice in his heart to the world. He has done a lot of bad things, and no one forced him to do them voluntarily, even voluntarily.

He is really different from Bo Laike.

Stinky Pirates see evil as a means to an end, and Cho'gall's evil is the end.

This two-headed ogre is really bad enough and pure enough, but if you want to say that he has any great ideals, it's not entirely true.

When evil cannot be ruled by ideals, it will harm others and itself.

On today's sand dunes, Cho'gall already knew that he would not survive. The situation in front of him made him extremely flustered, and the sins in the hands of the pirates were like mountains, and the shadow cast by them made him despair.

He tried to beg for mercy.

Like betraying Mar'gok, the Highmaul Headmaster he once served, and Gul'dan, his mentor, he wants to make another leap, throwing himself under the command of Braike Shaw, for his humble Give your strength.

However, the pirate didn't even give him a chance to speak.

The sin tablet was placed horizontally in front of him, making it impossible for Cugall to even flatter him to beg for mercy.

"Don't say I don't take care of you."

Bu Laike glanced back at Khadgar, pointed to Cho'gall in front of him, and made a "please" gesture to him.

The shining white light of the Sharator War Sword hovered in front of the mage's eyes.

Khadgar's eyes fell on the exquisite black sin tablet in Bu Laike's hands. He pursed his lips, wanted to ask but didn't open his mouth, but held the trembling white sword Sharator in front of him.

He stepped forward and stood beside the struggling Cho'gall, raising his sword like an executioner.

Then, suddenly swung down.

The slashing action was a bit out of shape and not chic enough, but considering that Khadgar is an orthodox mage, this knife can barely give 80 points.

Sharator's sharp blade sliced ​​through the skin, cut off the bone, and chopped off the ogre's head in a splash of blood. Khadgar swung his sword again, and chopped off the other head as well. down.

The ogre's blood was splashed on his purple robes, and Khadgar, who always loved cleanliness, did not feel disgusted today.

It was he who broke Garona's shackles of hatred with his own hands.

It was he who gave her a free life with his own hands.

This is what a man should do for his beloved female orc.

At this moment, his heart is full of pride.

As for Cugall's soul, it left the body the moment his head hit the ground.

The two-headed ogre stood blankly beside the headless corpse, looked at the dead self, raised its head angrily, and insulted the stinky pirate and Khadgar.

The mage cannot hear or see.

But Bo Laike sees it very clearly.

He raised his finger contemptuously, and gestured a middle finger to Cho'gall's soul. In the next second, Bu Laike felt that two wills noticed Cho'gall's soul almost at the same time.

A will from the void, the pure will of the void wants the pirate to sacrifice this fallen soul to the void.

Another will came from Revendreth.

Because Braike used the power of the Sin Tablet to counter Cho'gall at the last moment when the Fallen Void erupted. According to Revendreth's rules, this sinful soul should belong to the sinful accusers and give him the opportunity to redeem his sins. Chance.

Pirates need to make a choice.

Without the slightest hesitation, he opened a slender void rift on the spot, and threw the bastard into the void while Cho'gall roared and insulted angrily.

He wasn't weighing the pros and cons.

Because no matter where Cho'gall is sent, Void and Revendreth will not send gifts to thank him. It's just a soul, and Cho'gall is not an important figure among the stars.

It's just that Revendreth will give Cho'gall a chance to redeem himself.

But this is not what the pirates want to see. If this guy is exiled to the Abyss of Sin because he is hopeless, and then hooks up with those guys in Hela who hate Bu Laike to the bone, it will be Bu Laike who is asking for trouble for himself.

It would be better to sacrifice to the will of the void.

Swallowed by that pure will, Cho'gall will no longer have the possibility of resurrection, but will become one of the countless echoes in the void. Maybe in the future, he will be able to hear him bewitching himself in the void.

Tsk tsk, what a beautiful thing that is.

"Master, the heart of this ogre is very strong, don't you want it?"

Seeing that Bu Laike was thinking, and didn't intend to draw Cho'gall's heart energy, Eremeni, the black sword of the second class, revealed a longing.

She whispered something to Bo Laike.

Of course, the eyeball floating on the stinky pirate's shoulder could see the dark purple light of anima in Cho'gall's body.

But he shook his head, stroked the body of his well-behaved black sword, and said to his sword mother:

"It's filthy power, giving it to others will make them 'sick', but you and your sister can enjoy it, go ahead, get a full meal with this filthy heart, and reward you for fighting with your heart."

"Yeah, master is the best."

With a cheer, the black sword broke away from Bu Laike's hand, roared and spun around on the spot, piercing Cho'gall's heart fiercely.

She shared Cho'gall's anima with Sharator, and the joy of devouring power made them make sword sounds, as happy as a little girl eating ice cream.

And Khadgar, who was beside the pirate, lifted two staring ogre heads from under his feet, handed them to Boo Laike, and said:

"I have long heard that you have the habit of collecting the heads of your enemies."

"You take it to your wife to announce the good news first, maybe she will reward you when she is happy."

Bu Laike took off his Luna helmet, winked at Khadgar and said:

"Seize the opportunity, I can only help you here."

"You can't say anything nice, can you?"

Khadgar wrapped Cho'gall's two heavy heads in a cloth and put them in his bag. He hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the pocket tablet in Laike's hand that was beginning to disintegrate and crumble.

He stared at the thing and asked:

"What is that? Why can it make Cho'gall lose resistance in an instant? Why didn't you take it out without starting?"

"This thing."

The stinky pirate held up the weathered stele in front of his eyes.

This exquisite sin tablet carved by Fenner seems to be placed in a time flow accelerated by 10,000 times, and the outer layer of rock is constantly weathered and peeled off, turning into quicksand and blown away in the wind.

He looked at the Sin Tablet and said to Khadgar:

"This is my little secret, and I cannot tell you it, at least not now, it will scare you. But what I can tell you is that this thing is not for anyone, my dear Khadgar.

As long as I want, I can make a sin tablet corresponding to everyone, just like I manipulate Chogall, I can manipulate all of you.

It doesn't even need your consent. "

Bo Laike let out an odd laugh that sent chills down Khadgar's body.

He really wanted to refute the stinky pirate's bluff, but looking at the headless corpse of Cho'gall under his feet, the mage really couldn't say such self-deceiving words.

"Don't worry, it's not that easy to make this thing, and it's even more difficult to discover the little secrets and weaknesses in your hearts. I just wanted to scare you.

I won't use it against you guys. "

The pirate squeezed his five fingers together, crushed the stele of crime in his hands, then spread his palms apart, and sprinkled the powder of the stele into the desert under his feet.

He patted the dust in his hands, bent down and picked up the Twilight's Hammer that fell in the sand, picked it up in his hand, and said to Khadgar mysteriously:

"But I believe that you will soon take the initiative to tell your little secrets, send me the means to restrict you, and ask me to accept it to make a monument for you."

"Are we that stupid?"

Khadgar rolled his eyes and said:

"I don't think your fantasy will come true."

"Then we'll wait and see, hurry up and take care of Garona. I'll give you a day to warm up. At this time tomorrow, Garona should start her journey again."

The pirate laughed and picked up his pipe, waved to Khadgar, and took his two "satisfied" sword girls, and left the sand dunes in a chic way, and in the shining of the Shadow Gate, headed towards Teleport to Crystal Valley.

Khadgar's heart tightened when he heard Bo Laike's words.

He glanced at Cho'gall's body again, the last remnant of the Shadow Council had been killed.

Without Cho'gall, the Twilight's Hammer is doomed.

But the pirate said that Garona was going to start again, what was her beloved female orc going to do? Are you going to carry out the task of Bu Laike again?

The mage didn't want to stay any longer.

Before he left, he piled up the corpses of bugs, faceless men, and Cho'gall, ignited them with a powerful dragon's breath, and let them burn on the sand dunes, turning them into a bonfire in the desert.

Under the reflection of the flames, Khadgar, whose robe was stained with blood, left without looking back.

He wondered how long it would take to persuade a wild female orc to stay with him for a long time.

But he only has twenty-four hours.

There is no time to waste.

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In the Crystal Valley, where the corpses are everywhere, the shield maidens are searching for the remaining enemies in groups. When encountering the hiding twilight believers and fallen elements, they will slash at them without mercy.

The captain issued an order that no Twilight cultist is allowed to run out today, this place must be cleared.

But the real battle is over.

The dragons washed the Crystal Valley three times with their breath.

Under the leadership of Kane, Fenner and Heya, the Shield Maidens rushed into the valley and strangled them. With Mother Windrunner and Immorel blocking the exit, it was impossible for the Twilight Cultists to escape without Cho'gall. from.

The fight here ended even earlier than the one-on-one between Boo Laike and Cho'gall.

However, the cultists have existed in this place for a long time, and they are very familiar with the terrain of Crystal Valley. They want to hide, and it will be difficult for intruders to find them.

In order to fulfill Bo Laike's lore request, even the murloc pirates were called in to search for the remnants.

At this time, in a cave that the murlocs were responsible for cleaning up, a fierce battle had just ended, and all the cultists hiding here had been executed by the vicious murlocs.

After obtaining the weapons processed by the mechanical gnomes, the destructive power of the murlocs has been greatly enhanced.

And at the end of the cave, an old human man in a black robe fell miserably in a pool of blood, his old face still full of unwillingness, shame and fear.

He was stabbed to death by murloc pirates.

No capable person can calmly accept the ending of being stabbed to death by a murloc.

The little murloc Benbo Erba was kicking the corpse with his feet, trying to snatch something bloody from the old man's clenched hand.

The little villain kicked viciously and took a lot of effort to get the thing out.

The treasure hunter's intuition tells it that this is quite a powerful thing.

The little murloc held it in his hand, wiped off the blood stains on the surface, and found that it was a weird bottle, which looked no different from an ordinary glass bottle.

But the gray-white essence of wind that exists in it represents its extraordinaryness.

But before the little murlocs took a closer look, a gust of wind appeared in the cave, pushing them all out of the cave amidst the murlocs' screams.

It was the first time that the Djinn, who hadn't seen him for a long time, showed himself for the first time, and the big cotton candy-like body swayed and stood in front of the stunned little murloc.

Its fuzzy face was like lightning and its eyes were fixed on the bottle in the little murloc's hand, and it said to Benbo Erba in a tone that was no longer gentle:

"The Bottle of Resurrection."

"Ah, countless times, I finally found it. Sell it to me, murloc blessed with wisdom, and I will give you everything you want in return."

The little murloc shook his body.

It felt ominous from the seemingly calm but unfriendly words of the lamp god. If it didn't give it, it would probably end badly.

But the little murloc is worthy of being a little murloc.

As soon as it rolled its eyes, it figured out a way, raised its head and croaked a few times at the lamp god, which made the lamp god hesitate for a while.

The marshmallow-like demigod of wind element hesitated for a few seconds, spread his paws and said:

"Then go get him and I'll talk to him.

My number one trader has always been a sensible and fair trader. I believe he will understand my desire and he will complete the deal.

Go, cunning murloc.

Get your hosts, right here! "

(end of this chapter)