Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 217 36. Competitive games do not require hands (Fog)

Tirisfal Glade, in the secret place of Tyr's Fall.

Legendary Priest Alonsus Faol, following the guidance of Bu Laike, is doing his best to guide the pure holy light that he has practiced for many years into the Silver Hand Warhammer in the temple.

The golden torrent of light, like a beating torch, was ignited on top of the warhammer, and like a golden torrent, it continuously swayed golden, holy light outward.

But the enlightenment and giving of this power is not unilateral.

His Majesty Faol gave his own warm, powerful, thick and compassionate holy light to the ancient artifact war hammer in front of him without reservation.

The weapon of the gods also sensed the will of salvation in Fao's heart.

It gave back quickly.

Under the gaze of the pirate, the vision of golden wings like angel wings began to appear around the old priest.

That is the change in form of power.

While Faol's holy light power was converging with the divine hammer, this artifact was also imparting to him the high-level knowledge from the God of Valor, the Creators of Titans.

These obscure knowledge are being learned and transformed to gather the holy light in the Pope's body into a more holy form.

"Yes, exactly!"

The pirate looked at the streamer that was constantly flying in front of him, and he shouted to the old pope who was already surrounded by golden light and could hardly see his figure:

"Hold on, Your Majesty! Persistence is victory! Don't begrudge your holy light, give it! Give it all! It will give you back the supreme knowledge."

While shouting such insincere slogans.

Bu Laike tore open the Scroll of Hand of Fate in his hand.

As in the scene in the cellar of Karazhan, the moment the scroll of the Hand of Fate was torn apart, it turned into quicksand with weird divine power and wrapped it around Laike's left hand.

Turn his left hand into that blue mummy-like mummy again.

In his right hand, he held Ushales in the form of the hand of death.

The moment they rushed into the dark lair, the two troll ghosts who had been following the pirate screamed and fled back into the skull hanging on the pirate's chest with a whoosh.

They were terrified.

The two cowardly guys, far away from their homeland, once again felt the torment of the void that they felt in Odile, the heart of darkness.

No wonder they are timid.

The scene in front of me was a bit too shocking.

The moment he stepped into this lair, there were several negative states on Laike's character card, such as soul shock, void dark energy, shadow magic lock and so on.

In his mind, there was also a sneaky voice. It looked like a group of rats whispering in their ears, which greatly disturbed the mind and at the same time slowed down the speed of the pirates.

In front of his eyes, in the rolling darkness, stood a huge figure.

Emperor Thoradin described it as high as a hill.

This is not an exaggeration at all.

This guy is at least forty or fifty meters tall, and any slight movement will cause strong vibrations in the crypt.

While it has such a huge body, it also has extremely distorted, arthropod-like physical features. It looks like a big beetle walking upright, and its body is covered with thick and corrupt dark purple horniness.

The arms are the lobster's claws, with a heavy, scaled tail, and a head that looks like a bee, ant, and octopus.

The eyes shone with chaotic and tyrannical light, and every time they attacked, they would yell out a series of weird roars, like the words of a sleeping guy snoring.

Very rhythmic.

But no one can understand.

But it doesn't matter, this guy didn't speak for others to understand. The voice of darkness was accompanied by a soul shock. Every time he shouted, he would detonate a vicious plague on the enemy's spiritual level.

It's ugly as hell.

It is entirely because the Creator created all the creatures in the world, and randomly kneaded the remaining scraps together to form a monster like it.

It is also like the unloved freaks born by fish, shrimp, octopus, ants and crabs after a shocking drunken mess.

The malice of the world seems to be concentrated on this guy's form.

Just looking at it is mental pollution.

It's powerful.

But its body is full of scars, especially its back. The fatal wound that was destroyed by Tyr, the God of Courage thousands of years ago, has not healed yet.

However, this does not mean that the monster in front of him is stronger than Tyre.

In fact, it was two such monsters who besieged Tyre at the beginning, and Tyre was not in full condition at that time. This incident involved the betrayal and backstabbing among the titan creations, which was quite complicated and entangled.

Its splendor is not inferior to the absurd plot of the third-rate knight novels handwritten by the down-and-out wizards in Dalaran City.

"The sword on its head! See that?"

The pirate threw out the hook lock, jumped to the side of Dathrohan who had just been kicked by the monster, and lifted the round shield in the great knight's hand with his hands, protecting them in front of them.

In the next instant, spikes composed of terrifying shadow energy whizzed and slashed, piercing the surface of the round shield, pushing Laike back several steps, but failed to hurt him and Dathrohan.

Fortunately, it is something that Odin used, and the quality is not bad.

Bu Laike turned to the old lich who was throwing a storm of ice behind him, cleaning up the octopus-like shadow fiends crawling around the lair and shouted:

"Pull that sword down! It has lived with the Void for three thousand years, it protects sanity, trap it with your invincible magic, Merry! Aren't you a cruel and heartless lich?

Show us how cruel and evil you can be! "

As soon as the pirate shouted to make a move, the old lich immediately raised his left hand.

A hand of magic that any mage would use flung out, crossed nearly a hundred meters, and was grabbing the hilt of the steel sword stuck in the head of the dark monster.

As Meri injected more magic power, amidst the monster's cries of pain, the steel sword was completely pulled out amidst the viscous and disgusting blood flying, and the sound of the skull shattering.

The magic of the hand of magic is quite strange, it is just a trick-like magic, and it is usually used by mages to serve tea and water, or to create a sense of mystery.

But at critical moments, this magic can create quite astonishing scenes.

Like now.

For example, a few years later, another mage almost killed Deathwing with his magical hand.

"Kangdang"

The bloody steel sword that was pulled out whirled over, rubbed against the armor of the great knight, and pierced into the ground. Dathrohan immediately pulled it out and held it up in his hand.

At this moment, all the dark voices in my mind were swept away by the power of the steel sword.

He could feel a cry of rage echoing in the barbarian king's wondrous steel sword.

But sadly, he is no longer a warrior. After converting to the teachings of the Holy Light, he has gone on another path. He can no longer answer the call of anger.

This made him feel lost.

"Replace anger with holy light, and swing your sword forward! You are a warrior of holy light, holy light protects your heart, and anger arms your strength. Wield the power of punishment, Saidan!"

The pope's call sounded in the darkness at this moment.

The great knight took a deep breath, wrapped his hot holy light around the steel sword, and rushed towards the monster that summoned the shadow storm in front of him without hesitation.

The golden light was extremely dazzling, like a blazing knife cutting through the darkness.

The pirate held the round shield in one hand to resist the mental impact from Krasis, and waved the war scythe in the other hand, easily cutting apart the shadow demons coming from all directions.

He can't fight dangerous bosses, and it's not a big problem to deal with mobs.

Under such guards, the old lich finally completed his long spellcasting. As he pointed his staff forward, an extremely cold stream of ice roared out, rising from the ground with three chains of ice.

Pull the giant monster's body in place.

As the staff swung downward, it gathered into a mass of meteorites made of ice, and smashed towards Krasis. The moment it collided with its tough dark carapace, it turned into thousands of shattered ice, shattering the darkness. The legs and torso are frozen.

Finally, the mysterious and obscure final blow.

There was a strange dark light floating in the eyes of the old lich, as if guiding a force that did not exist in this world.

When the staff touches the ground, the blue death runes are used to shape the withering magic power that constantly devours the life force around the creation in the void.

This trick is called death withering.

The culmination of the wicked magic of the liches.

Under the control of the old lich's gloomy complexion, the huge torso of the void creation that was included in the death and withering continued to shrink, like a rapidly decaying tree.

Its cursed vitality is being greedily extracted by death energy.

Until the end, flesh and blood turned to ashes!

But such an extraordinary attack still couldn't destroy this guy's body. It was forged in the abyss. As long as the soul survived, the body would never perish.

Even if it is slashed by the scorching holy light, even if it is destroyed by the withering of death, it can survive until it devours the flesh and life in front of it, saving it from extreme weakness.

Destroy this tomb again, and impose the master's dark will on this land under the sun!

Everything!

will all be consigned to nothingness.

Distortion and corruption are the only way to the blessing of darkness.

"hehehe"

The Krasis, whose vitality was constantly being drawn, was tightly bound by the lich's ice chains in the withering circle, and it seemed to give up struggling.

But as the cold winds picked up, a dark spirit emerged from its decaying husk.

It was a strange shape without any shape, like an octopus, and it was the shape of the soul that was uglier than the shell.

It is weak and unable to defeat these difficult flesh and blood in the material world.

But it doesn't matter, it still has the battlefield of the soul.

Blessed by their masters, each is a mind-shattering, soul-twisting fighter. On the battlefield of the mind, the faith of these mortals is worthless and their armor meaningless.

"I've been waiting for you, come on, let's play a game."

The pirate who has been hanging around the lich, watching the mobs and fishing, saw that the fallen thing launched a soul attack, immediately threw out the chain, held the aegis, and landed on the body of the dark foreign body between the virtual and the real with a chic posture. forward.

The latter opened its big mouth full of sharp teeth, and bit down on the overwhelmed pirate.

To devour his soul in one gulp.

The pirate's response was rather terse.

He stretched out his left hand overhead, and as the grotesque blue mummy's left hand spread out, he shouted:

"I declare that the guessing game of fate begins!"

"hum"

The hand of fate exerted its strength, and with the power of strange divinity, it wrapped everything around it.

"Scissors, rock, paper!"

Amidst the playful shouts of a child, Bo Laike stretched out his left hand that turned into scissors, but the dark souls rushing over his head ignored it at all.

It treats this weirdly capped pirate as a delicious snack.

The opponent abstained.

Brad Laike wins!

"whoosh"

The divine power of the hand of fate gathers together, cutting forward like a pair of invisible scissors.

Amidst the teeth-stinging sound of blood and flesh being torn apart, the big mouth biting at his dark soul was cut outwards from the top and bottom sides, and its sharp points were closed.

In an instant, one-tenth of the dark soul's volume was cut off.

It groaned in pain and kept backing away.

And the soul fragments that had been peeled off were smashed into pieces by the pirates wielding their scythes.

He did not transform the souls of these abyssal things into experience.

These things are "smeared with poison" at first glance. God knows what will happen after taking them, so let's give them to the vulgar Usales scythe to enjoy.

"The second game is still a guessing game, let's start!"

Bo Laike grinned, raised his left hand, and swung it forward again.

The rules of the guessing game are as simple as death.

But any intelligent creature knows how to play.

Although the Krasis in front of us are creatures of the abyss, it does not mean that they are without wisdom. When the pirates launched the second round of the game of fate, it also wanted to respond.

Then, it found a very serious problem.

it.

No hands! ! !

(end of this chapter)