Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 265 84. Of course, I am willing to become one with you, big sister who does not know her origin

Nathanos, who was guarding the outside and had completed a wonderful battle with Bo Laike, walked quickly into the ruined church with his bow in hand.

He glanced at the dagger with a strange and evil shape that was thrown on the edge of the church. When he saw it, a vague voice suddenly sounded in Maris's mind.

Tempting him to pick up the weapon.

The voice promised him that it would give Maris everything he desired.

Even obscene, in the spirit of Nathanos, outlines the perfect and seductive figure of Lady Sylvanas

"enough!"

The ranger held his head, yelled, threw out the throwing knife at his waist, and accurately shot the evil weapon on the ground to a farther corner.

"What a wicked weapon."

Nathanos cursed and walked quickly over to Boo Laike.

He knelt there halfway, looking at the situation of Natalie Serling in front of him, and saw the wound on Natalie's abdomen at a glance. The strange situation made the Ranger gasp.

Natalie was backstabbed by her own people without warning before, and the wounds pierced by those rebels with sharp blades almost completely cut off her internal organs.

It is difficult for ordinary people, even warriors with strong vitality, to survive such injuries. The reason why she can persevere until now is inseparable from the path she has taken.

In addition to the light, the shadows are sheltering her.

Or change to a more appropriate name, the power of the void.

In the terrible wound on her waist and abdomen, there is substantial dark magic power flowing, like a sticky "glue", forcibly binding her ruptured organs together.

With this weird way, she maintained her dying life.

This must be some kind of weird healing technique by the shadow priests, but it made Nathanos' scalp tingle, and every time the living shadow changed shape, it made people feel uncomfortable all over.

It also made him very suspicious, is it possible for Natalie Serling, who has merged into the shadows like this, to be rescued?

"Holy Light, the basic Holy Light spell that any priest can use, don't tell me you can't."

Beside the Ranger, Bo Laike was using a very indecent gesture to pin down Natalie, who was weak and had her last breath left.

The Devil Strike, which was already sharp but still entwined with the shadow blade, was right between Archbishop Serin's eyes.

With just a little force from the pirate, the thing would pierce her skin, penetrate her skull, and take her life forever.

The condition of her wound the pirate had just discovered, would have said in a calm tone:

"Shadow Healing is amazing, but at most it can only keep your condition from getting worse. To truly heal your injuries, you have to use the power of the Holy Light.

Faol said that you are one of his most proud disciples. Come to think of it, even such a near-death injury can be healed with your holy light power, it just takes a little time. "

"I can not do it!"

Natalie didn't seem to notice the blade resting on her forehead at all.

With a difficult tone, she said with a disappointed cry:

"I tried. In this cemetery I prepared for myself, I tried. Before the statue, I laid Xal'atath, and I prayed for the healing of the Holy Light.

I want to go back to the warmth that was once surrounded by the holy light.

But it didn't respond.

I have lost the blessing of the Holy Light, the cause I swore to fight for my life has been destroyed by my own hands, and my faith has been shattered.

Just kill me.

A monster like me is no longer worth saving. "

"Isn't it easy to want to die? But since I have accepted the task from the Pope, I have to talk about professional ethics."

Bo Laike stared into Natalie's eyes, and he could sense the confusion and helplessness in the priest before him without asking.

Probably because she had just escaped the mind control of Xalatas Blade of the Dark Empire, she didn't act like a highly respected archbishop.

It's like a poor girl who is frightened by her own evil when she looks back on what she has done when she is awake from a nightmare.

"boom"

Something was taken out of the bag by Laike and dropped beside Natalie.

It was a bloody tome.

Plasma remained on the black cover, looking damaged and dirty.

"I got this book from your crazy followers. But you wrote the teachings in this book, and you taught them the wisdom of light and shadow.

Although at that time, you were also in a state of being controlled by your heart.

But according to my understanding of Xalatas, it does not forcefully change a person's consciousness. In other words, those knowledge are learned and mastered by yourself. "

Bo Laike stood up and kicked the blood-stained book to Natalie Serling's hand.

He said to the woman in front of him:

"When you held Xal'atath, your faith was no longer pure Holy Light. You created new beliefs for yourself, and when you wrote this book, you were no longer theirs one of them.

Frightened of himself after taking a great step, lamely trying to be one of those blind fools who keep praying with the teachings of the priests of the Light.

If I were Holy Light, I wouldn't bother you either. "

The pirate took out a pocket watch from his pocket and waved it in front of Natalie's eyes. He looked at the book and said:

"You once believed that holy light was not the only answer, you believed that the priest of the way of light and shadow can use the power of holy light and shadow at the same time, you believed that you can find a balance between light and shadow.

Well, now, after stripping away the influence of that monster in Xal'atath on you, it's time to test whether the doctrine you created is correct.

You have ten minutes to release a holy light spell, otherwise, I can only regretfully bring a woman's body back.

I hope old Faol won't withhold my pay for this. "

After finishing speaking, Bo Laike picked up his pipe, ignored her, turned around and walked towards the evil dagger that was blown away by Nathanos.

The ranger glanced at Natalie Serling, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, blankly holding the dark textbook in her hands. The kind ranger wanted to comfort her.

But thinking of his previous lesson, he shut his mouth and walked towards Bu Laike.

He saw the pirate squatting down and reaching out to try to touch the evil dagger, so he asked:

"You are not such a patient person, and she is not your relative. I thought you would kill her decisively when she said that she was no longer loved by the Holy Light."

"Hey, what kind of monster image am I in your heart?"

Bu Laike glanced at Nathanos and said:

"I'll be kind once in a while too, okay? Let's talk."

He sat cross-legged behind him, looked down at Natalie who was reading the scriptures, and said softly:

"This woman has been with this evil thing for almost three or four years, and she can still maintain her basic sanity, which is beyond normal.

It stands to reason that she should have lost her mind long ago under the persuasive mental bombardment of Whispering in the Void, and went completely insane.

There is a highly skilled witch doctor on my ship, just looking directly at the creation of the void, his sanity was completely shattered, and he turned into a crazy look.

But Natalie Serling, holding an evil object made from the remains of the ancient gods, has fought the orcs for so long, and it is not too much to praise her for her "will is as strong as steel".

It is this will that deserves my forgiveness.

And the teachings of light and shadow she preached.

The old man Fao commented that it is a radical, dangerous, and very cool teaching, which will attract many blind people who are unable to distinguish the difference between light and shadow to follow.

I need this kind of influence. "

Bu Laike withdrew his gaze, and under the gaze of Maris, he held the strangely shaped evil dagger in his hand, and said:

"I asked the old man Faol to help me, but if the old man doesn't give me enough strength, I can only roll up my sleeves. Natalie Serling, Mother of Shadows, she will be my best help.

Let evil fight evil, let evil perish with evil.

Like those good people who are ignorant under the sun, they don’t need to get their hands dirty.”

"That dagger."

Nathanos saw Boo Laike stand up and walk out of the church, he asked:

"What are you going to do with it?"

"Don't worry, I won't carry this kind of evil thing with me."

The pirate waved to him and said:

"But before I take it back to Old Man Faol, I have to 'dispose' of it so it doesn't hurt more people. Don't follow, Marius.

If you accidentally see my dark secret, I'll have to kill you.

Watch her here for me.

If after ten minutes, she has not released the Holy Light, then she is useless, kill her! "

——

Bo Laike walks through the shadows.

He held in his hand the evil that had sent Nathalie Serling to this dire situation.

This is a dagger.

But not for assassination or close combat.

From Laike's professional point of view, the balance of this thing is a mess, and the bony blade is not enough to cut through the flesh and blood of the strong, let alone its crappy weight.

Not a weapon for assassins at all.

This is a magic blade.

Its appearance, how should I put it, is actually quite beautiful.

The overall shape is an S-shape, the upper end like a crescent moon is shaped into a large arc blade, while the lower slender bend is shaped into a handguard.

Connected with the handle, there is a ground eyeball pattern on the central axis.

It's built in one piece, not a combination of parts.

Its material is some monstrous skeleton, seething with unceasing dark power.

The whole body is blue-purple, with black embellishments, and there are faint blue runes on the body of the knife. It is no exaggeration to say that it is like a work of art, and of course there are traces and subtle gaps left by time.

It's called Xal'atath Blade of the Dark Empire.

Anyone who knows anything about the power of the void in Azeroth knows the weight of the name.

It can be called the name of the dark empire that almost swallowed the world formed by the creations of the void in the barbaric era before ancient times, which has proved the extraordinaryness of this weapon.

It has a mind of its own, born of something dark hidden within the blade.

This sharp blade allows its owner to see the illusion of the dark empire. Every story about it warns bearers not to heed its crazy whispers, let alone believe its lies.

"The Blade of the Dark Empire is just the name of this knife."

Holding the dagger, the pirate quickly returned to the center of the ruins of Nightlight Town. The massacre that happened here before was still bloody, and he stood in front of the blood-stained altar of those crazy believers.

He lowered his head and touched the abnormally silent dagger in his hand, and said to the weapon in the quiet and frightening midnight:

"Your name is Xalatas.

When you are in the hands of others, you are so alive, you will use your magnetic and sexy voice to do everything possible to guide their souls to fall.

But you are in my hands, yet so silent.

Pretending that you can't talk, that you can't reveal those dark secrets in your heart, that you don't even want to call me Drake makes me feel like you're not interested in me.

It's so sad.

Is my such a delicate soul so unattractive? "

The pirate put the dagger on the blood-stained altar in front of him, made a sincere expression, and said to the dagger in front of him very nastyly:

"Come on, talk to me."

"I would like to dedicate myself to you, I would like to become one with you, from the bottom of my heart"

silence.

Such nasty, pursuit-like words made the dark forest fall into a long silence.

It wasn't until more than ten seconds later that a lazy and magnetic voice sounded in the darkness, with an air of unmotivated spirit.

it.

No, she said:

"Another seed of corruption rooted in the illusion of power. A vigilant ghost, wandering in rage, growing in pain. Another prey of the God of the Abyss

Proudmoore, cursed and sacrificed by the sea.

Tch, I hate you.

But I'm also glad that you escaped the trap that was set for you with such good luck, that your soul, stained with strong desire, is open to all possible paths.

Greedy soul, are you really willing to become one with me? "

(end of this chapter)