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Originally, Valeera planned to return to Cenarion Fortress and contact Wellles through the secret channel of the Backlight Blade, but she did not expect to meet by chance in such a small cave.

The corner of Sharlayan's mouth twitched and complained to the barrage: "Is this cave poisonous? There are so many visitors. How did Garona hide here for several months?"

[Not to be brazen, is there a possibility that one of you and Valeera is born with the trait of causing trouble? 】

[I'm heartbroken, old man. 】

[Is this called Destiny's Child? (derogatory)]

Sharlayan was a little speechless at the way the barrage took the opportunity to ridicule, so he simply ignored them and focused on Welles, who had been reunited for a long time.

If it was elsewhere, Welles might have sprinkled some water on the fainted orc to wake him from his stupor.

But in desert areas, water is a very precious resource, and no one will waste it in such a place.

Welles is a veteran legendary thief, of course there are more than one way to wake people up.

"duang!"

This sound effect was added by Sharlayan in his head, but it was actually just a simple cloth rubbing sound.

"oh oh!!"

Kicked to the vitals by Welles, the indescribably severe pain caused the orc to wake up from a coma. Subconsciously, he wanted to cover his crotch with his hands, but forgot that his hand was still nailed to the ground by a throwing knife.

Seeing the orc writhing in agony, Sharlayan also felt a chill in his crotch.

It happened that Valeera turned her head and showed a smile that seemed to have a deep meaning, which made him feel a certain sense of crisis unique to men.

【This is too painful, don't ask me why I know...】

[Brother, please start your performance. 】

[Poor orc. 】

Welles, who was experienced, squatted down and pressed his knees on the legs of the orc trying to fight back, raised his hands to pinch his cheeks, and began to ask for information in orc language in a murmur.

It's a pity that the torture didn't go smoothly. This kind of lunatic who had been brainwashed by the ancient gods was already upside down, and he still kept his mouth shut in the face of cruel torture.

Or it should be said that he himself didn't know how to answer Wellles' question.

"Sharlayan, come here."

After trying in vain, Welles beckoned his nephew to his side.

"As mentioned in Valeera's report, you have learned necromancy that can manipulate souls?"

Sarlayan seemed to understand what Villes meant: "I have learned it, but it's just learned, and I haven't studied it in depth."

Wellles slashed the orc's neck with his dagger, not even watching his last struggle before death.

"That doesn't matter, let's try him and see if we can get useful information from this guy's soul."

"OK."

Since he personally doesn't like the dark necromancy, Sharlayan only had a taste of it, and didn't continue to study it after rescuing his mother from the Blighted Realm.

Necromancy was originally aimed at the soul, and the soul of the orc who had just died was easily captured from the corpse with necromancy.

There is no need for language to communicate with the soul. Sharlayan pinched the neck of the orc's soul and roughly read the residual information in his soul.

Not long after, Sharlayan frowned and let him go.

The souls of the orcs who had been destroyed by the ancient gods dissipated on the spot, and they were not even eligible to go to the Shadow Realm to atone for their sins.

"This is all a mess..."

Rubbing between his brows with a headache, Salayan sorted out the information he had just obtained.

"This guy's name is Rag, and he was originally a member of the Twilight's Hammer clan."

"After being corrupted by C'Thun's power of the ancient gods, he was abandoned by Cho'gall as an abandoned child, and his subsequent memories can be described as a mess."

"But for the time being, I have sorted out some information."

Welles: "What message?"

"Another camp."

Sharlayan's expression became serious: "The Twilight's Hammer has established two camps in Silithus, both for the purpose of covering up the insect nests that are being dug below."

"One of them is the Zora's nest under our feet, and the other is in the east of Silithus, and another part of the Twilight's Hammer has set up a camp to cover it. Let's call it Regal's nest."

"Insect nest..."

Since coming to Silithus, the elite thieves of Welles and Backlight Blade have more or less noticed some signs that something is wrong.

But their main goal is not to wipe out Silithus, nor is it focused on the Twilight's Hammer like Garona is.

The Sun King's order to Backlight Blade is to collect information related to its bug pullers, the more detailed the better.

Just like the saying that Danmaku likes to say, only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you be victorious in all battles.

Compared with the night elves, the high elves know too little about their pullers, and once they fight, these unfamiliar enemies may cause unexpected damage to the high elves' army.

The night elves, who were temporarily allies, shared some information about the Qiraji with Quel'Thalas, but the information was obviously incomplete.

Moreover, a thousand years have passed, and even the night elves can't guarantee whether the information at that time is still applicable.

Creatures like bugs are inherently highly adaptable to the environment. Who knows if they have evolved any other abilities during the millennia.

After Veles arrived at Silithus, he immediately went to the gate of the Beetle Wall to observe the bugmen behind the seal at close range.

Speaking of which, being able to face these angry worms directly was thanks to the uproar caused by the three of Sarlayan.

Being played with a big flower gun in front of someone, and successfully slipping away under his nose, not to mention the Qiraji, even Ke'suen felt humiliated.

So far, the anger of the Qiraji has not subsided, and it happened that Wellles and others obtained a lot of first-hand information almost zero distance.

Due to the different focus of the investigation, Backlight Blade had not turned its attention to the underground before, and the information given by Sharlayan gave Villes a new plan.

"Well!"

Just when Welles was about to ask for more information in detail, Sharlayan suddenly covered his forehead and let out a muffled snort.

"Sharlayan?!"

Valeera rushed over nervously before Welles could react, and carefully examined his head.

"No trauma, is there?"

Welles didn't bother to tease Valeera's extroverted girl, and her originally indifferent face suddenly sank.

"Damn it! I was reckless, ignoring the contagious and corrosive power of the ancient gods!"

As Welles said, Sarlayan was being eroded by the power of the ancient gods at this time.

In his consciousness space, he saw a large number of rapidly proliferating ferocious eyeballs.

The blue sky representing Sharlayan's self-awareness was eroded step by step, and the dark and lightless shadow crazily expanded its territory.

"Surrender, mortal."

"To offer allegiance to the great gods."

"Hugh... think!"

Sharlayan gritted his teeth and temporarily stabilized the balance of power. Half of the consciousness space was bright and the other was dark. No one could do anything about it for the time being.

"Wow~Wow~Little guy, what are you playing? Do you even dare to provoke those tentacle monsters casually?"

The joking voice suddenly echoed in Sharlayan's mind, and a hunchbacked figure with no standing figure appeared beside his conscious body.

"Bang... Sandy?"

Sharlayan, who was in poor condition, was a little surprised to see Death Loa who appeared for some reason.

Bwonsamdi shrugged his shoulders cynically: "I just said how could there be a stench from the void floating over... Have you forgotten the value of your own existence?"

"Your boy's soul is directly connected to the Blight Realm. If that big eyeball uses you as a springboard to enter Thlos, old Bwonsamdi will not be able to bear it."

"Hey~ Just treat it as a special gift, let me help you, next time you want me to make a move, you will have to pay the price."

"Boom!"

The staff in Bwonsamdi's hand fell heavily on the ground, and another dark force different from the ancient gods spread out from Salayan as the center, and quickly drove the erosion of C'Thun out of Salayan home of consciousness.

"Huh~"

The sense of crisis originating from the soul was gone, and Sharlayan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thanks, Bwonsamdi, I won't let you do it for nothing, just ask if there is anything that needs to be done."

"Hey~ Not for the time being, I won't be polite to you when I need it."

"That's it, my partner."

Bwonsamdi waved his hand while lying halfway in the air, his soul projection gradually faded and disappeared.

"This crisis is also a good lesson for you. You must not relax your guard against those tentacle monsters."

"Well!"

Consciousness returned to the body, Sarayan took a big gasp.

Valeera nervously touched Sharlayan's sweaty forehead: "Are you okay?! Ancient God..."

"fine."

Valeera's concerned eyes warmed Salayan's heart, and he raised his hand to lightly tap her on the head.

"Let go of me, little squirrel, there are still people watching."

Valeera frowned immediately: "Don't call me a little squirrel!"