Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1686 54. There has been a sad distance between you and me who once negotiated badly together

The besieged Archimonde did not realize that the cunning and vicious Bo Laike had actually intervened before the battle began.

With every ounce of emotion and mentality in its intense deathmatch with the trio of Thakir and Warlock in Pirates' hands, Laike is like an eighth-grade pianist who doesn't deliberately Pushing the arch-demon's mind into madness.

That's hard.

Even though Grandpa Sakir sealed its connection with the Fel Force.

Being able to become a great demon, and being able to withstand the power blessing of the Dark Titan with a mortal body already shows Archimonde's mental toughness.

A hard push cannot be pushed.

This kind of thing pays attention to following the trend, following the trend, nine shallow and one deep, and rhythm control.

It is necessary to skillfully use every change of emotion, thinking and will, just like sailing along the sea wind to make the ship move faster, just like lubricating oil before the precision machinery is inserted into the lever.

Fortunately, Laike was already an excellent captain, sailor, navigator, and commander long before he mastered the powers of the mind's corruption.

He is a master of intrigue, a master at provoking hearts with words.

He is very good at grasping such tricks, little by little, subtly using the invisible but extremely vicious thoughts of truth to lead the hearts of the polluters to the final madness with fierce and disappointing violent battles.

From this point of view, Archimonde actually does not have the will of steel, especially after his connection with Sargeras was cut off, this guy panicked.

Just this fatal flaw made it desperate at this time.

A great demon whose mind has fallen into madness and anger is no threat to the pirates at all. Even if he is really weak, he is still sure enough to turn Archimonde around.

Well, this guy is indeed very intelligent, but he can't be called a smart person.

No wonder it has been no match for Kil'jaeden in its struggle for power in the Burning Legion.

Presumably, with the high rank of the fraudster, he can definitely do what the pirates are doing now. The reason why Kil'jaeden still keeps Archimonde should be to occupy that position.

So that when Velen comes among the demons, he can share the power of the Burning Legion with the Deceiver in one step, just like the good friends once ruled Argus together.

Look, here's a tool guy.

He is a sad yet useful ultimate tool man.

"It looks so fierce!"

"Protect the captain!"

The trio of warlocks who had just blew themselves up as the Defiler of Injury were back, temporarily incapacitated by their ability to cast spells, but still seized a valuable opportunity to show their "loyalty" to Laike.

They yelled and stood in front of Bo Laike, making a mighty escort gesture, but they were pushed away by the impatient pirates.

The winking bastard blocked him from watching.

Besides, with his current rank, does he still need these three flattering guys to escort him?

ridiculous.

"What a sacrifice."

Bu Laike moved his hands and walked down from behind the screaming and pounced Frostclaw, and patted the big bear's head to signal it to be quiet.

Then he just stood on the side of the hill so carelessly.

This position is just right for him to be the same as the tall Archimonde, his chaotic eyes blazed with furious flames, his deep and piercing screams contained uncontrollable madness, and a walking sacrifice was attacking him. rushed over.

Like a moth attracted by a candle to the light.

"My dear Archimonde, why are you so angry? I still hope to have a good conversation with you. It's really disgraceful for you to behave like this."

Bu Laike raised his hand and moved it gently like plucking the melody of a piano. The anger in Archimonde's heart was instantly calmed down, and his heartstrings were as calm as a lady who had just attended a tea party.

Even filled with a damn strange pleasure.

The polluter froze.

It desperately wanted to get angry, wanted to swing the halberd in its hand in a rage, and stab the damn pirate in front of him to death, leaving it riddled with holes.

But it can't!

The mind that has been forcibly calmed down is like a frozen sea, without any ripples at all, just like an LSP that has been castrated by the spirit, it is still alive, and the impulse is gone.

"What did you do?"

Realizing that its mind has been played by Laike Shaw, the Defiler feels a fear that he has never felt before, which is an ending more terrible than its death.

Death means nothing more than a humiliating failure, just come back next time.

But now, it is rigged.

Like a pathetic marionette in the hands of a puppeteer, unable even to resist.

Well, it's not impossible at all.

"Go to hell!"

The advantage of a completely calm mind is that Ake finally remembered his true identity. It can mobilize magic with a mentality that a spellcaster should have. After getting rid of the interference of fel rage, its spellcasting ability even returned to its peak period.

It threw a powerful enhanced finger of death at Boo Laike.

The dense black light shines with the light of death, as long as it comes into contact with the smelly pirate himself, he can completely kill his vicious and sneaky soul.

But the flying black light encountered an accident at the start.

A faint tentacle sprang out from the pirate's shadow and blocked Laike's body. The snake-like tentacle turned its body and looked at the terrified Defiler with the blue eyeball at the top of the tentacle.

There was no malice in those eyeballs, no kindness.

It was just staring at Ake with a stone-like gaze. It undertook the first impact of the finger of death and completed the catastrophe towards death instead of its master.

The second pulsating black light was picked up by the second shadow tentacle, then the third, and the fourth, until the last pulsating black light hit Bo Laike.

But the continuously weakened magic no longer has any power, and hitting the pirate only made him feel a faint pain like a soul needle.

"What are you?"

The polluter took a step back.

It is enough reason to make it realize the grotesque form hidden under the mortal body of Bu Laike, it is no longer afraid, it just wants to leave here immediately.

The handsome mortal with a weird smile in front of him made him feel the creepiness that he hadn't experienced in tens of thousands of years.

"I am not a thing, my dear polluter."

Bu Laike said something softly, and then felt that his words were ambiguous, so he became angry again, and scolded the polluter coldly:

"Why are you so rude, you devil? How can you accuse others of being nothing? This is the etiquette given to you by the Church of the Dark Titan? It seems that you have forgotten everything you learned in the Mystery Academy.

What an asshole who needs to be taught a lesson. "

"Bu Laike! Stop talking nonsense and grant it death."

With only the head and skull left, the old man Sakir hovered and flew to Bu Laike. The old man said to the pirate with the joy of revenge and impatient urging:

"I urgently need a healthy and strong body now, you know."

"Oh, you people really have no style."

The pirate snorted unhappily.

He shook his head, and raised his left hand under the gaze of Archimonde, who was about to flee. In the surge of the weird shadow projected under the human form, one after another black weird shadow tentacles stretched out. Come out, like a group of waking snakes starting to hunt.

In the blink of an eye the polluters are under siege.

The majestic power of the void reverberated in this area, suppressing Archimonde's magic power, and the loopholes in his mind were infinitely magnified, making Ake seem to be in a state of being terrified.

It even forgot its own strength, and waved the war halberd in its hand like a frightened child, trying to cut off those incorporeal shadow tentacles.

But it can't.

He could only watch those icy snake-like tentacles entangle it in place, like a drowning person trapped by seaweed, struggling desperately waiting for the arrival of suffocation.

Even the Destroyer Soul in the Halberd of Resentment couldn't stand this kind of clumsy performance.

It roared loudly, trying to make Archimonde wake up, but then a tentacle floated above the war halberd, and stared at Maronos faintly with the eyeball at the top of the tentacle.

The soul of the destroyer immediately felt a mortal threat.

The brutal destroyer shut his mouth obediently.

It has no fear when it has a body, but it is not a good choice to face the creation of the void in the form of a spirit body. The big butt is just plain stupid, and its desire to survive is still online.

"Don't! Don't!"

The polluter was entangled more and more tightly by the tentacles of the void. It felt those cold things pulling at its heart. More importantly, when the left arm of the pirate began to shine with light, it heard the invisible tide in its soul. reverberate on.

The path to the Sunless Sea has been opened.

It foretold its own destiny.

That dark and terrifying abyss is the end of his own destiny.

It can no longer return to the lukewarm fel energy realm to be reborn, where it will accompany Ragnaros, dog-planing in the ocean of truth and avoiding those deep-sea monsters hidden under the truth.

Do not!

That's not the future for polluters.

"Sakir! Mentor! Take me! Please."

At the last moment when he was about to be sacrificed as a sacrifice, Archimonde was entangled in the snake-like tentacles, and it roared at the sneering Sakir:

"Aren't you going to put my vicious soul in the magic weapon made by my head and torture it for eternity? That is what I deserve, and I am willing to accept this punishment, my mentor.

Come!

Kill me, take my miserable soul, make me your prisoner, and give me back what I did to you a hundredfold, and you deserve it.

Do it!

Give me a good time, please! "

Archimonde's desperate call made Sakir a little moved. The old man suspended in the air glanced at Laike. He was about to speak, but the trio of warlocks with quick eyes and quick hands stretched out a hand to hold the burning The skull was pulled aside.

Xieyan also took out a bunch of torn socks and stuffed them into the mouth of old man Sakir.

What the hell!

You old coffin board don't even look at what time it is! The captain's eyes turned dark purple, which represented that the will of the void came to this land of fel energy through him.

The captain in this form is a real devil of a thousand tongues!

At this time, the request is made because I feel that I have lived enough, do you want to play tricks to die?

The old man also quickly realized that instead of being angry at the behavior of the warlock trio, he burned the stinky socks in his mouth, and shouted at Bo Laike:

"Head! Its skull and its body are mine!"

"Oh, so that means everything else is mine?"

Bo Laike grinned.

Real tentacles stretched out from under his feet to propel him to the desperate Archimonde, and stretched out his gleaming left hand to the struggling polluter.

In those shining purple eyes, he whispered:

"Your great sacrifice will make me rich. Don't be afraid, polluter, don't listen to the nonsense of those madmen. The void is not an ugly thing, and the Aphotic Sea is not a place to hide filth.

When you really pass by, you will find

All the ridiculous legends about that place are true! And it's at least 10,000 times more terrifying than the legends. Well, seeing the discontent in your eyes, do you think I plotted against you?

Do you still think I only defeated you by trickery? You think I'm a coward who doesn't even dare to fight you head-on?

No, my poor Ake.

I'm protecting your fragile ego.

I admit, there was a time when I saw you as someone I had to surpass, but then I realized you were just a dispensable guy.

Want to see the real me before leaving the material world?

Ok.

show you.

But only a little bit. "

Bo Laike let out a low laugh.

His eyes met with the one eye of Archimonde who had been severely disfigured, and the next moment, the disguise of the power of the moon god hidden on Bu Laike dissipated in Archimonde's eyes.

It saw the real existence under the skin of the humanoid creature in front of it.

That grotesque life standing under the dark stars, that dark thing entwined by ten thousand snakes, the thousand-tongued demon that exists in the chanting of thousands of tentacles and truths, and in the swaying of tattered cloaks.

Under the dark hood, the seven red light spots shining in the purple chaotic face flickered on and off endlessly.

In their direct gaze, the call of thousands of truths caused Archimonde's only remaining eye to explode at this moment, and all the light exploded, leaving only one eye shining with fear. Eyeballs, no longer any signs of rational existence.

Ake is still very strong, it can still use its terrifying legion magic to destroy a legion, sacrifice a city, and defeat a world.

But on the battlefield of the mind it has failed miserably.

How can even a real great demon fight against the tidal wave of truth on the battlefield of the heart?

"boom"

Bu Laike's left hand was on Ake's bloody forehead, and in the complete shattering of the seal of the fel leader, the tide of the Aphotic Sea surged at the touch of the Thousand Tongue Demon.

It was just a tide of truth, and Archimonde's soul and existence haunted by the shadow of the void were swept into the tide, and he brought the sacrifice back to the warm and boundless void of truth in the cold ebb tide.

Archimonde's huge body fell back straight like a collapsed hill. Under the body that still possessed huge power after death, there was no soul that could dominate it.

All of it will be the spoils of war at Bo Laike's disposal.

But the pirates don't care about it anymore, like the uninteresting residue left after a tasty morsel has been chewed by the Void. It is still very precious, and it is the supreme treasure in the eyes of others.

But that's about it.

"It's rude to say that though."

Bu Laike wiped the corner of his mouth in a gentlemanly manner as if he had finished his meal.

In the feedback of the huge non-attribute force of the lightless sea, and the screams of the polluters that can still be faintly heard in the tidal surge, the stinky pirate grinned a flawless smile, and looked at Ake in front of him. the shell said:

"But between you and me, there has been a sad distance. Don't be afraid, my dear Archimonde, don't be afraid to be alone in the drift of the waves.

I will soon send many old friends to your place together, and have fun with you.

Ah, the lightless sea is your prison.

but me

Is your eternal warden. "

(end of this chapter)