Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Long before Gul'dan's attempt to "single-play" Tomb of Sargeras failed and he was thrown into the street, "Loyal Apprentice" Cho'gall had already found a "next home" for himself.

The cunning man heard the call of the Ancient God on the way to the Broken Islands, but he came into contact with the power of the void six years before the Dark Portal.

In fact, Cho'gall had already established contact with the Void Power through some secret channels that only he knew when he was hanging out in the world of Draenor.

But because there are no bugs like the Ancient God in the orc world, it was difficult for Cho'gall to truly understand the truth of the generosity of the void at that time.

After arriving in the magical world of Azeroth, the ogre quickly chose the direction of his future efforts.

It turns out that he is indeed a genius who does evil things.

He fled to the continent of Kalimdor alone with his last group of loyalists, and his abilities can be seen in the deeds he did in the Silithus Desert.

In just over a year, this formerly uninhabited desert has become filled with scum of all kinds from all over the world, adding to the career of the cultists.

If it weren't for the variable Garona, Cho'gall would definitely be living a very comfortable life now.

He has been given the power of C'Thun, the Thousand-Eyed Demon. He greedily grabs the power of darkness, accepts it without reservation, and continues to climb the ladder of the Fallen under the guidance of the void.

But he and Blake are exactly the opposite extremes.

Under the guidance of Xal'atath, the Stinky Pirates were cautious in every step they took into the void. They only looked to the void for the correct answers to specific questions and disdained the power given by other echoes of the void.

But Gu'gall is not so "humble".

He wanted to swallow every bit of power given by those echoes, like a perpetually hungry monster that never felt satisfied and even took the initiative to ask for it.

He's craving more.

In order to receive more blessings, he will unreservedly release the malice in his heart to the world. He has done many bad things, no one forced him to do them, but he did them voluntarily, or even took the initiative.

He and Blake are really different.

Stinky pirates see evil as a means to an end, and Cho'gall's evil is the end.

This two-headed ogre is really bad and pure, but it's not necessarily true that he has any great ideals.

When evil cannot be controlled by ideals, it will harm others and ourselves.

On the sand dunes today, Cougall already knew that he would not survive. The formation in front of him made him extremely panicked, and the mountains of sin in the hands of the pirates cast a shadow that made him despair.

He tried to beg for mercy.

Just like betraying Mal'gok, the head of Highmaul to whom he once served, and betraying his mentor Gul'dan, he wanted to make another leap and throw himself under Black Shaw's command, serving him humbly. own strength.

However, the pirates didn't even give him a chance to speak.

The sin monument was placed horizontally in front of him, making Gujar unable to even speak flatteringly to beg for mercy.

"Don't say I don't take care of you."

Black looked back at Khadgar, pointed at Cho'gall in front of him, and made a "please" gesture to him.

The sword of Sharathol shining with white light floated in front of the mage.

Khadgar's eyes fell on the exquisite black sin tablet in Black's hand. He pursed his lips and wanted to ask but did not speak. Instead, he held the trembling white sword Sharathol in front of him.

He stepped forward, stood beside the struggling Cho'gall, and raised his sword like an executioner.

Then, it suddenly swung down.

The killing action is a little out of shape and not cool enough, but considering that Khadgar is an orthodox mage, I can barely give this sword an 80 point.

Sharathol's sharp sword cut through the skin, chopped off the bones, and chopped off the ogre's head in a splash of blood. Khadgar swung the sword again and chopped off the other head with his sword. Come down.

The ogre's blood spattered on his purple robe, but Khadgar, who always liked to be clean, didn't feel any disgust today.

It was he who personally cut off Garona's shackles of hatred.

It was he who personally gave her a free life.

This is what a man should do for his beloved female orc.

At this moment, he was filled with pride.

As for Cho'gall's soul, it left his body the moment his head hit the ground.

The two-headed ogre stood beside the headless corpse blankly, looking at his dead self, then raised his head angrily, insulting the stinky pirate and Khadgar.

The mage cannot hear or see.

But Blake saw it very clearly.

He raised his finger contemptuously and gave a middle finger to Cho'gall's soul. The next second, Blake felt that two wills noticed the soul of Cho'gall in front of him almost at the same time.

A will comes from the void, and the pure will of the void wants the pirate to sacrifice this fallen soul to the void.

Another will comes from Revendreth.

Because Blake used the power of the Sin Monument to counter Cho'gall at the last moment of the Fallen Void's explosion, according to Revendreth's rules, this sinful soul should be returned to the hands of the accusers of sin, giving him a chance to atone for his sins. .

The Pirates had a choice to make.

Without any hesitation, he opened a slender crack in the void where he was, and threw the bastard into the void while Cho'gall roared and insulted him angrily.

It's not like he's weighing the pros and cons.

Because no matter where they send Cho'gall, Void and Revendreth will not send him a gift to thank him. He is just a soul, and Cho'gall is not an important figure among the stars.

It's just that Revendreth will give Cho'gall a chance to atone.

But this is not what the pirates want to see. If this guy is exiled to the Abyss of Sin because he is hopeless, and then gets in touch with those guys in Hela who hate Black to the core, then Black will cause trouble for himself.

It's better to sacrifice to the will of the void.

Devoured by that pure will, Cho'gall will have no possibility of resurrection, but will become one of the countless echoes in the void. Perhaps in the future, if there is a chance, you can still hear him bewitching yourself in the void.

Gee, that's a beautiful thing.

"Master, this ogre's anima is very powerful, don't you want it?"

Seeing that Blake was thinking and had no intention of extracting Cho'gall's anima, the black sword Eremeni in the Second Division revealed a desire.

She asked Blake quietly.

Of course, the floating eyeballs on the stinky pirate's shoulders could see the purple light of anima in Cho'gall's body.

But he shook his head, stroked the blade of his well-behaved black sword, and said to his sword girl:

"That is filthy power. Giving it to others will make them 'sick', but you and your sister can enjoy it. Go ahead and feast on this filthy heart to reward you for fighting hard."

"Yeah, the master is the best."

The black sword cheered, detached from Blake's hand, whirled in a circle, and pierced Cho'gall's heart.

She and Sharathol shared Cho'gall's anima, and the joy of devouring power made them scream with swords, as happy as little girls who had eaten ice cream.

Khadgar, who was beside the pirate, lifted two round-eyed ogre heads from his feet, handed them to Black, and said:

"I've long heard that you have the habit of collecting enemy heads."

"You should take it to your wife first to announce the good news. Maybe she will reward you when she is happy."

Blake took off the Lunar War Helmet, winked at Khadgar and said:

"Seize the opportunity, I can only help you so far."

"You can't say anything nice, can you?"

Khadgar wrapped Cho'gall's two heavy heads with a piece of cloth and threw them into his luggage. He hesitated for a moment, and then glanced at the pocket tablet of sin in Black's hand that began to decompose and collapse.

He stared at the thing and asked:

"What is that? Why can it instantly make Cho'gall lose the power to resist? Why don't you just take it out from the beginning?"

"This thing."

The smelly pirate raised the weathered sin monument in his hand in front of his eyes.

This exquisite sin monument carved by Fenner's own hands seems to be placed in a time stream that is accelerated ten thousand times. The outer layer of rock is constantly weathered and peeled off, turning into quicksand and being blown away in the wind.

He looked at the Sin Monument and said to Khadgar:

"This is my little secret. I can't tell you, at least not now, because it will scare you. But what I can tell you is that this thing is not aimed at anyone, my dear Khadgar.

If I want, I can make a sin tablet corresponding to each person. Just like I manipulate Cho'gall, I can manipulate all of you.

It doesn’t even require your consent. "

Black let out a weird laugh that sent shivers down Khadgar's body.

He wanted to refute that the stinking pirate was bluffing, but looking at Cho'gall's headless body at his feet, the mage really couldn't say such self-deceptive words.

"Don't worry, it's not that easy to do. It's even more difficult to discover the little secrets and weaknesses in your hearts. I just wanted to scare you.

I won't use it against you. "

The pirate closed his five fingers and crushed the Sin Monument in his hands, then opened his palms and sprinkled the powder of the Sin Monument into the desert at his feet.

He patted the dust in his hands, bent down and picked up the Twilight Hammer that fell in the sand, played with it in his hand, and said to Khadgar mysteriously:

"But I believe that you will soon take the initiative to tell your little secrets, give me the means to restrict you, and ask me to accept using it to make a sin monument for you."

"Are we that stupid?"

Khadgar rolled his eyes and said:

"I don't think your fantasy will come true."

"Then let's wait and see. Go and take care of Garona. I'll give you a day to be gentle. At this time tomorrow, Garona should start her journey again."

The pirate laughed loudly, picked up his pipe, waved to Khadgar, and with his two "fed and drunk" sword girls, left the sand dunes gracefully, and faced the gleaming light of the Shadow Gate. Teleport to Crystal Valley.

And after hearing Black's words, Khadgar's heart tightened.

He glanced at Cho'gall's body again. The last remnant of the Shadow Council had been killed.

Without Cho'gall, the Twilight's Hammer's demise is doomed.

But the pirate also said that Garona was going to start her journey again. What on earth was her beloved female orc going to do? Are you going to carry out Blake's mission again?

The mage didn't want to stay any longer.

Before leaving, he piled the corpses of the surrounding bugs, faceless men and Cho'gall together, ignited them with a powerful dragon's breath spell, and let them burn on the sand dunes, turning into a bonfire in the desert.

Khadgar, whose robes were stained with blood under the flames, left without looking back.

He didn't know how long it would take to convince a wild orc woman to stay with him forever.

But he only had twenty-four hours.

There is no time to waste.

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In the Crystal Valley, where corpses are everywhere, the Shieldmaidens are searching for the remaining enemies in groups. When they encounter the Twilight believers and corrupted elements who are hiding, they will slash them with their swords without mercy.

The captain gave an order not to allow a single Twilight cultist to escape today, and this place must be cleared.

But the real battle is over.

The dragons used their dragon breath to wash the Crystal Valley three times.

The Shieldmaidens, led by Kane, Finna and Heya, rushed into the valley and strangled them. With Windrunner's mother and Emeril outside blocking the exit, it was impossible for the Twilight Cultists to escape without Cho'gall's leadership. from.

The battle here ends even earlier than the duel between Blake and Cho'gall.

However, the cultists have existed in this place for a long time. They know the terrain of Crystal Valley very well. If they want to hide, it will be difficult for intruders to find them.

In order to fulfill Black's final request, even the fish-man pirates were mobilized to search for the remnants.

At this time, in a cave that the murlocs were responsible for cleaning, a fierce battle had just ended. All the cultists hiding here had been executed by the vicious murlocs.

After obtaining the weapons processed by the mechanical gnomes, the destructive power of the murlocs was greatly enhanced.

At the end of the cave, an old human man in black robes lay miserably in a pool of blood. His old face was still full of unwillingness, shame and fear.

He was stabbed to death by the fish-man pirates.

No capable person can calmly accept the outcome of being stabbed to death by a fish-man.

The little fishman Benbolba was kicking the corpse with his feet, trying to snatch something bloody from the old man's clenched hand.

The little villain kicked it fiercely and took a lot of effort to get the thing out.

The treasure hunter's intuition tells it that this is something quite powerful.

The little fishman took it in his hand, wiped off the blood stains on the surface, and found that it was a strange bottle, which looked no different from an ordinary glass bottle.

But the gray-white wind essence present in it represents its extraordinaryness.

But before the little fishmen could take a closer look, a strong wind appeared in the cave, and with the screams of the fishmen, they were all pushed out of the cave.

The djinn, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, appeared for the first time. His big marshmallow-like body stood swaying in front of the stunned little fishman.

Its blurred face, eyes beating like lightning, stared at the bottle in the little fish man's hand, and said to Benbolba in a tone that was no longer gentle:

"The Vial of Resurrection."

"Ah, countless hours, I finally found it. Sell it to me, fishman blessed by wisdom, and I will give you everything you want in return."

The little fish man shook his body.

It felt something ominous from the seemingly calm but actually unfriendly words of the Djinn God. If it didn't give them, its end would probably be very bad.

But the little fish man is indeed a little fish man.

It rolled its eyes and figured out a way. It raised its head and barked a few times to the djinn, which made the djinn hesitate for a while.

The marshmallow-like wind elemental demigod hesitated for a few seconds, spread his claws and said:

“Then go get him and I’ll talk to him.

My number one trader has always been a sensible and fair trader. I believe that he will understand my desire and he will complete this transaction.

Go ahead, cunning murloc.

Send for your master, right here! "