Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 263 82. Not everyone can wear a black coat, miscellaneous!

In the middle of the ruins of Night Town that was enveloped and swallowed by darkness, a guy in a black robe opened his arms, and in the blood of the sacrificed corpse, he declared in a muddy voice:

"The doctrine of light and shadow is great. It teaches us that under the holy light, we should not be arrogant. We should take a balanced long journey and gather together people who are dazzled by the sun and provoke thinking.

That charming and great power should not be imposed on ugly carnage and bloodshed.

The war is over.

We should devote more energy to walking between light and shadow, and we should be more pure dedication, so as to grasp the true potential of ourselves and our companions. "

"It's a pity that the person who proclaimed this great teaching to us, the forerunner who led us on the path of light and shadow, the great and wise Archbishop Natalie Serling, has devoted too much energy to waging war.

She arrogantly took the sacred objects of light and shadow as her own, and refused to share more knowledge of light and shadow with those of us who walked with her as before.

I regret to inform you that our leader is addicted to power.

She has become the kind of person she once hated most.

The kind of extremely real person who interprets domineering and arrogant, ignorance and conceit.

she blocked us

No, she hindered the development and growth of the teaching of light and shadow, and she would greedily grasp the only opportunity for those who have closed their eyes and listened to gain insight.

She is stopping those in need from continuing to gain knowledge and power. "

The voice in the darkness got deeper.

In the long silence, in the beating of the flames in the dark, the man in black continued to declare:

"Archbishop Natalie is a great person, but we must prevent her from sliding to the other extreme, and unfortunately, we must kill her in order to continue to gain those precious knowledge and power.

And share this knowledge and power with those who need it more.

I have heard the call of the holy thing"

The man's deep voice suddenly became high-pitched after a few seconds, as if he had received some kind of revelation, as if he was hoarse.

He exclaimed in a snarling manner:

"Xal'atath whispers to me both in my waking hours and in my sleep.

The oracle is guiding me across the boundary between light and shadow, telling me that with the power of light and darkness, I can achieve a great future.

certainly.

it comes at a price

When we walk in the dark, there will always be a price.

Whether it be the evil spirits of the orcs, or the great men who once led us but are no longer pure, we all pay the price, we all belong to the light and shadow.

Like a walker who walks in the abyss, walks on the road of balance.

We have lost a pious companion tonight who conveyed to us Nathalie Serling's answer that the Archbishop refused to hand over the relic.

She has declared war on us.

She used the power that should have been great as a weapon and aimed at her former companions. It is unforgivable!

Everyone, the time for war has arrived.

Just tonight.

In the name of light and shadow, we challenge! "

"boom"

At the moment when this "touching" speech came to an end, at the moment when the group of people in black robes should have cheered, a piercing gunshot suddenly shot through the eerie darkness.

The frenzy aroused by the man in black was like a chicken being strangled at the moment when his emotions were at their peak, when they were supposed to be in full swing.

The gunshot that sounded at the most damning time caused everyone in front of the altar to draw out their weapons in an instant.

There are one-handed warhammers that have been enchanted, staffs that once shone with holy light, magic wands dotted with stars and twined with light spots, and dark sacred books held in their hands.

everyone here

All casters!

"Sorry to interrupt your meeting, but I have something important to tell you. Also, the speech just now was very exciting, my friend. I was so fascinated by it that I decided to transcribe it.

In future wars, boost the morale of my group of incompetent subordinates. "

The pirate who fired a shot in a terrible way, holding a pistol emitting gunpowder smoke, emerged from the shadows, and the stripped shadows were like smoke, entangled around his body, like stretched catkins.

Bu Laike looked at the group of spellcasters who were staring at him.

He took something out of his hand, threw it out, and it landed on the blood-stained altar in front of the leader, splashing a few balls of blood.

It was a holy emblem of the Church of the Holy Light.

It's not an ordinary holy emblem.

It can be distinguished from its ancient appearance and the warm light emitting from it in the dark, this is a holy emblem that only high-ranking priests are qualified to hold.

Each one is an important collection of the Church of the Holy Light, which comes from the pioneers of the faith who have made great contributions to the Holy Light when the teachings of the Holy Light were passed on in the past 2,800 years.

This holy symbol proves the identity of Bu Laike.

It also reduced the hostility of this group of weird black-robed spellcasters towards him.

"It's not that I'm telling you, it's a very dangerous act to listen to some voices commanding you to act. You must be careful when listening to those voices.

Priests of the Kingdom of Stormwind. "

Bu Laike walked forward and said:

"When you are asleep and awake, what is chattering in your ears is not necessarily the holy light or some oracle, but it may also be the demon from hell.

Well, don't show that hostility, my friends.

I know that you are experts in distinguishing good from evil and saving souls, and I am just a layman.

So please forgive my not-so-sincere words.

I just like talking nonsense. It's an old problem and I can't change it. "

The pirate stood a few meters in front of the group of priests.

He cleared his throat and said:

"I have come to Twilight Forest to investigate the disappearance of the former archbishop of the Stormwind Kingdom, Natalie Serling, under the orders of Alonsus Faol.

His Holiness the Pope is very concerned about his favorite disciple, maybe you can tell me her whereabouts. "

As he spoke, Bu Laike glanced at the altar in front of him.

The head of the refugee lying in the pool of blood was just turned to his side, and his eyes were devoid and dazed, with disbelief and fear remaining, looking at Bu Laike while the flames were burning beside him.

When the four eyes met, Bu Laike quietly switched to the title of spirit hunter.

The next moment, he saw the soul kneeling beside the corpse, covering her face and weeping bitterly. More than half of her soul body had been infected by some kind of purple-black magic power.

It was like a sacrifice, being swallowed up bit by bit by the malice spread here.

"An envoy under the Pope's crown?"

This group of weird black-robed priests exchanged glances with each other, and finally the leader coughed a few times and gestured for everyone to put away their weapons.

With the gentle gesture due to a priest, he said to Bo Laike:

"We very much welcome the arrival of Mr. Messenger, and we are also very happy to assist you in dealing with the tragic accident about Archbishop Natalie Selin losing control and falling into darkness.

As you can see, we are discussing how to save her soul from the darkness.

We know where she is.

But she held a... well, a dangerous weapon with terrifying dark magic power. Before she confiscated it, Archbishop Natalie Serling would probably not catch it without a fight.

If you go alone, it is likely to cause quite troublesome situations. "

"It doesn't matter, the reason His Holiness the Pope sent me is because I am good at dealing with trouble."

Bu Laike looked away from the corpse on the altar, looked at the black-robed priests in front of him, and said in a relaxed tone:

"I also have a wealth of experience fighting against dark things.

You just need to tell me where Natalie is, I will go there immediately, and deal with that fallen person who will affect the reputation of the church and the integrity of the Holy Light!

But before that, I have a little question I want to ask you guys. "

"Excuse me, Mr. Messenger."

The leader of the black-robed priest took off his black crown, showing a very fitting and contagious smile. He introduced himself:

"I am the bishop of the former Redridge Mountain Diocese in the Kingdom of Stormwind, and I am willing to answer all your questions."

"Very well, then I will ask."

Bu Laike smiled and said:

"I just heard that you are discussing a mysterious doctrine of light and shadow, which is said to maintain a balance between the holy light and the shadows. It is really amazing to come up with such a wonderful idea.

You must all be wise.

But before I go after Natalie Serling, I must first make sure that you are trustworthy.

Put it simply.

I must confirm that you are on my side and His Holiness the Pope.

The test method is also very simple."

The pirate snapped his fingers and said casually:

"Come on, one person cast a holy light spell on me, isn't it difficult? Any official priest can release this basic spell of holy light."

This very simple request triggered an unspeakable silence.

The priests who put away their weapons just now will quietly pick up their weapons again.

"Ugh."

Bu Laike shook his head. He took out the hilt of the blazing long sword from his pocket, thought for a while, put it back, and took out Ulthalus Deathhand War Scythe from his luggage.

He leaned on the ground with a bang, and facing the black-robed priests who surrounded him, he turned his eyes to the godless eyes of the corpse on the altar.

He heard the helpless cries of the soul kneeling beside the corpse, howling, swallowed by the void.

She is not very old.

The appearance of being in his twenties is the best time in his life, at the same age.

"Please allow me to put on this black coat to protect the light."

The pirate whispered the words in Natalie Serling's farewell letter to Pope Faol.

He said:

"It's easy to wear black clothes. It's not difficult to walk into the darkness. But serving the light in the dark, you trash kneeling in the dark, are you worthy?"

"whoosh whoosh"

Bu Laike's murderous voice fell for a moment, and three arrows shot through the air from the commanding height of the ruins of the town, knocking out the burning torches in an instant.

Howling of wolves, howling of dogs.

The coldness of the soul-devouring sharp blade cutting the flesh and blood in the dark night, and the explosion of the flying sharp arrow piercing the head.

The night that should have been quiet was shrouded in harsh noise.

Twenty-two seconds later, a flaming sword edge, like a torch, lit up in the dark center of the town. In the pungent bloody smell and the peaceful night, the expressionless Braike walked Altar side.

He reached out and closed the corpse's blank eyes.

He raised his head and said to the soul on the altar that was being swallowed by the void:

"Take me to Natalie Serling, and I'll set you free."

"boom"

In the dark night behind the pirate holding the torch, the sound of beheading with a sharp blade came crashing down.

——

Outside the ruins of Yese Town, in the southern hills, about fifteen minutes away, in a dead and silent cemetery shrouded in darkness.

The pirate waved his scythe as promised, split the soul that had been swallowed up by the void into two, and did not hand it over to Ursales, but destroyed the soul violently in a brutal way.

The gray-white Mingshang wrapped around Bu Laike and dissipated in the wind of the night.

Beside the pirate, Nathanos Maris, with a stern face, raised his hand and tied the bloody head together, and smashed it in front of the dilapidated chapel surrounded by dark power.

"boom"

When more than a dozen tied heads hit the ground, the scene was astonishing.

Blood was everywhere. In the eye sockets of those heads, there were anger, fear, and unwilling ugliness. They rolled down in front of the church, making the ruins filthy.

"Natalie Serling!"

Bu Laike was leaning on the hand of death, five groups of purple soul fragments turned into a shield of soul extraction, wrapped around him, beside him, Nathanos was already holding a bow in his hand, and on the bowstring was a ruby-polished explosion arrow.

The pirate shouted loudly to the church surrounded by magic power:

"In the name of Alonsus Faol and the Church of the Holy Light, with the authority given to me by the Pope, I come to judge or redeem your soul!

You have nowhere to go.

Now, step out with your weapons of mass destruction in your hands. "

"hehe."

A hoarse, quite magnetic voice came from the shattered chapel, as if enduring great pain, she asked back:

"Then, Lord Judge, what standard do you plan to use to judge or redeem me?"

"I just executed a group of heretics with shaky beliefs under the crown of the Pope. It's boring to listen to their bragging, saying that they walk in the dark and protect the light and other clichés.

As it turns out, they're a bunch of bastards, and I'd love for you to surprise me with proof that you're a man of your word. "

The pirate said softly:

"I'm not just your judge, Natalie Serling, I'm your executioner, your jury, your intermentor, and your requiem.

Come out and cast a Holy Light spell on me. "

"If you can, I'll take you back."

"If you can't, I'll take your body back."

"No matter what, no matter what the ending is, you can go home, so you can tell me in advance, thank you."

(end of this chapter)