Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1118 214. I always feel that the orcs look at me strangely - monthly ticket plus more updates [1020]

"Little master, the sinful magic you use is really eye-opening."

After defeating the Rende Society's ambush, Black, the tauren and the orcs walked deep into the forest. They had already seen the teleportation point set up there by the Cenarion Order.

As they headed there, Xal'atath whispered in Black's ear:

"I just watched the whole process of how it takes effect, and I have a feeling that it should be your trump card. If it is as you said, no one can ignore their own sins, then doesn't it mean that it can take effect on any existence?"

"Well, the power of sin is indeed shocking, but how can it be as powerful as you say?"

Blake observed the scene in the forest in front of him. He noticed the particularly tall jungle guardian standing in front of the druids, and replied in his heart:

"Even in Revendreth, the birthplace of sinful magic, the accusers of sin have prisoners who they can't deal with at all. If they can crush every soul by squeezing the heart energy of sin, then what's the point of swallowing the Maw of All Things? ?

Just as hell cannot contain all souls, so calling out sin cannot defeat all my enemies.

For the power of sin to take effect, a soul must be guilty, and he or she or it must admit that they are guilty.

This is a very spiritual power.

The most important thing is that since it is energy that can be materialized, it means that different people must have different powers when manipulating it. It is impossible for me to use it against opponents like Archimonde or Odin.

Even if they have sins that cannot be covered up, it is not something I can materialize.

The weakening, blocking and immunity between different divine powers is a big problem that all offensive powers cannot avoid. "

Having said this, a glimmer of light flashed in the pirate's eyes, and he added:

"But if they're weak enough, I can give it a try."

"Wait! I can understand that the gap in absolute strength is too big to make sure kills effective."

The well-informed Xal'atath quickly discovered the problem, and she said suspiciously:

"But what did the little master just say that 'the soul must think that it is guilty'? Could it be that if my will is so strong that I never think that I am guilty, then even the sin curse you impose will not take effect on me?"

"No, it will still hurt when it should hurt."

The pirate shook his head and explained:

"It's just that when you don't think you are guilty, the curse of sin will not have any impact on your will. At that time, it will slip to the level of an ordinary curse.

It's like an incurable disease.

Understand, Xal'atath, that sinful magic was born in the Shadowlands, the realm of the dead.

The power of spiritual power there is far greater than that of the material world. When a soul is firm enough, even Denathrius the Great, the ruler of Revendreth and the physical incarnation of sin punishment, cannot defeat that soul. .

He could tear it apart easily.

But he couldn't make a stubborn guy bow his head and confess. After all, the definition of sin was always subjective.

The Abyss is a hell prepared for those hopeless bastards who refuse to give in and have no desire for redemption.

The reason for the birth of sin magic is not to kill, it is a means of 'education'. The premise of education is that others must listen. If the other party is rock solid, your education will be meaningless.

The most important thing is that this set of power must be combined with the Sin Monument to exert its maximum destructive power.

Its greatest use is not punishment, not combat, but control. It is completely unsolvable super control and is beyond the shackles of life and death. Of course, you must first convince those cunning guys to willingly bear the burden of sin. "

"Well, I understand."

Xal'atath let out a playful laugh and said:

"Congratulations, little master, the Holy Light Church has fallen into your hands."

"What's so joyful about this?"

Blake pouted and said:

"I didn't intend to do anything to them. The devil is coming. At this time, even a bad guy like me knows that stabbing someone in the back is a bad idea.

how to say.

This is just a 'prudent protection', and I don't want things to get to the worst.

Lo and behold, Remulos spotted me.

Come, smile and be friendly. "

As he spoke, Blake showed a full fake smile, raised his hand and waved to the child of nature in front of him, with a familiar look, and the huge jungle guardian opposite also smiled.

He is the eldest son of the King of the Forest and brother of Zaltar.

This important figure in the natural camp already knew everything that happened in Desolate Land from the Silver Wing Sentinel, and he also talked freely with his newly freed brother in his dream.

No matter what outsiders think of Black, the wave of operations in the Marathon Holy Land really allowed the stinking pirates to blow up the reputation of the Cenarius family.

"Father is waiting for you all in Moonglade. He is very concerned about the situation in Desolace and is ready to discuss the past, present and future with the tauren of the Bloodhoof clan.

I am my father's messenger, and I have come specially to lead you to Moonlight Grove. "

When the pirates came over, the son of the demigod stepped forward with four hooves.

His deer hooves and antlers, as well as his long green hair and paws on his hands all have crystals like natural energy crystals, and his body is also covered with mysterious magic patterns.

This means that Remulos has become a demigod of natural power. Although not as powerful as his father, he can indeed be regarded as the top combat power of the natural camp.

He did not have an arrogant and indifferent attitude, but a gentle tone that made people feel like spring breeze. He made a "please" gesture to the pirates, tauren and orcs in front of him.

In the forest glade behind him, an emerald green natural door was slowly rotating in the frame wrapped in vines, with light green mist lingering on it, which looked very magical.

"We are guests, please come in person."

After getting the assurance from the Stone Mother, the anger in Old Ox Kane's heart had dissipated somewhat. Now that he saw Cenarius's son being so polite, he couldn't be too rude.

He waggled his tail, glanced at the row of elven druids behind the nature demigod, who were facing an enemy, and said to Remulos in front of him:

"We come with good intentions to solve the problem. Your Excellency, you don't have to worry about us making trouble unreasonably."

The guardian of the jungle smiled and did not answer the question.

The elves have been observing the tauren for hundreds of years. To be honest, what the druids are worried about today is not that the honest tauren will cause trouble, but other people who follow the tauren.

Those warlike orcs, as well as the ten gongs in Azeroth in front of me, nine have his stinky pirate Black Shaw.

Judging from some of the pirate's past actions, the relationship between him and the Cenarion Order is complex and cannot be summarized as simple hostility or friendship.

After discussion, the archdruids agreed that Black was not an enemy.

But he is more dangerous than his enemies.

Enemies only want to destroy them, but pirates want to use, command and control.

"You go there first, I'll come later."

Black was about to enter the gate of nature when he suddenly spotted a familiar figure behind Remulos.

He turned to say something to Kane, Brox and others behind him, then pulled the old orc Drek'Thar aside and told him:

"Keep an eye on Grom. His breathing has begun to become heavier. I feel like he was just sizing up where to cut Remulos's neck more smoothly.

If you release this lunatic when the negotiations are not going well, don't really let him do whatever he wants. Under normal circumstances, he is no match for Cenarius. "

"I know."

The old orc nodded and said:

"But come here as soon as possible. If something happens, I'm afraid the three of us won't be able to suppress it. Alas, we are all old after all."

"Don't underestimate yourselves so much. You are all getting stronger with age."

The pirate gave a small compliment, then left the team and walked a few steps into the forest. He looked at the big druid in front of him with herbal bandages on his wrists and a depressed posture, and said:

"Did Sir Xiaotianzhe wait for me here specially?"

"Um."

The mentor of Hisali Black Crow and the leader of the Raptor Druid, Omulon the Roaring Sky, looked at the smelly pirate in front of him with a very complicated look. In the past few days, this highly respected Arch Druid has passed Not good at all.

After knowing that his disciple was severely bullied by the stinky pirates, even though he was scolded by the Loa spirit in Hisari Black Crow, Omulon did not give up.

He started a series of connections after returning to Moonglade, preparing to forcibly bring back his disciple Hisari Black Crow from the stinking pirates.

If it weren't for Black's request, Miss Black Crow would have returned to Moonlight Grove early as a messenger, and talked with her mentor to suppress Omulon's anger.

Otherwise, Rende would have ambushed Blake today, and it wouldn't be the small scene it was just now.

With Skyroar's reputation in the Cenarion Order, once he chooses to join the ambush, Black will have to face at least five great druids and at least a hundred high-level druids.

He is the leader of the raptors among the forces of nature!

In human civilization, he still has the status of a national archbishop, which is really high and powerful.

"The disgust in your eyes scares me, and makes me afraid that I will not be able to come out if I go to Moonlight Grove. But I hope you can understand this matter again. I have no ill intentions towards your disciples."

Blake said in a very sincere tone in front of the Roaring One:

"I was not the one who controlled things to this point. I can only say that it was fate. As for the term 'pet', it is just an evil mentality of me as a big bad guy.

You might think of it as 'partner' or 'disciple', which would make you feel better.

In order to take care of her mood, I never told her the truth.

In fact, while Miss Hisari Black Crow maintains her elf form, I can also force her to attack or defend through a hunting contract.

This shows that the complicated relationship between me and her has been recognized by the will of nature. I may really be the first hunter to tame a druid.

But in order to take care of your mood, I have not taught this experience to other hunters. "

The smelly pirate spread his hands and said to Omulon:

"I think this is a show of my sincerity and goodwill. Once I make this news public, the situation of all the druids of the Cenarion Order will become very bad and terrible.

After all, not every hunter can stick to the bottom line like me. "

"Didn't you blush when you said this?"

Xiao Tianzhe said unceremoniously:

"As far as I know about you, there is nothing that can prove that you have a bottom line.

But I'm not here to argue with you today.

My disciples chatted with me a lot after returning to Moonglade. Hisali is like my daughter, Black. When I think of her being bound by such a humiliating relationship, I want to tear your neck open.

But that was Hisari's own choice.

In order to fulfill her oath to protect her people and nature, she embarked on this path of pursuing power.

What Lord Ekilsson said that night was correct. Considering the embarrassing situation of the Raptor Druid in the way of nature, we really cannot give Hisali the sky she needs to grow.

By following you, she may reach new heights beyond the reach of all raptor druids.

For immortal elves, having such an experience may not be considered bad luck. "

Omulon looked at Blake with complicated eyes, and he said softly:

"Alas, I really can't feel at ease with calling a person who gave the complete power of the Eagle God to my disciple a 'villain'. I know that for a free and undisturbed soul like you, all my advice will be ignored. You turned a deaf ear.

I have no biological relationship with you, and there is no need for you to adopt my opinion.

But I must say these words today.

My disciple has already caused her great pain by making this noble choice, and I hope, no, I beg you, Blake, not to add to her pain.

She fell into the hands of the sculptor of fate, to be carved into a gift to the world.

I can't stop fate, but I hope you can carve her with your heart.

In doing so, you will gain the kindness and gratitude of all raptor druids. I know that you are a profit-seeking person, and this is the reward I want to give you, just like the tuition fees I prepare for my disciples. "

The pirate glanced at the items in the old druid's hands, rubbed his eyes and said:

“This is your first time doing this, right?

I don’t have to look into your eyes, I can feel that you are feeling uncomfortable all over your body, like an old scholar who has been upright all his life and is forced to bow to the cruel reality.

You actively chose to trample on your own dignity, but this does not make me feel happy.

There is no need for this.

Even if you don't give me any benefits, I will try my best.

Every hunter will save his best things for his own pets. I know this statement makes you uncomfortable, but please believe me, I am really a very qualified hunter. "

After saying that, Blake leaned slightly towards Omulon and turned towards the gate of nature.

After taking a few steps, he turned back to the Archdruid and said:

"There will be a ceremony that is very important to Hisali in a while. If you are not busy then, you can come to Tol Barad Island to watch the ceremony.

Your presence may make her stronger when she undergoes the trial of fire. "

Omulon nodded and did not choose to refuse.

As Blake passed through the Natural Gate, he passed through nearly a quarter of the Kalimdor continent in an instant and arrived at the Moonglade at the northernmost tip of the continent.

When Blake came here, before he could take a closer look at his surroundings, he felt that something was not right about the atmosphere at the scene.

The tauren and orcs stood at the entrance to Evernight Harbor, while Cenarius was surrounded by a group of druids to greet them at the port. The super luxurious "welcome" lineup composed of the archdruids was eye-catching.

But the king of the forest felt a chill on his neck.

This powerful natural demigod looked at the guests in front of him with doubtful eyes.

The tauren chief was okay, but the orcs behind him had different expressions, especially the guy with the blood-red axe. He was breathing heavily, staring at Cenarius with his eyes wide open.

There was definitely something wrong with the way the orc looked at the demigod.

The king of the forest felt like a butcher looking at the reindeer to be slaughtered. His eyes wandered over his body, as if he was thinking about where to put the knife.

Even though Cenarius had experienced countless storms and waves in his life, this felt very wrong.

A vague sense of danger rose in his heart.

Grom Hellscream's rising fighting spirit made the natural demigod couldn't help but wonder in his heart, had he offended this dangerous orc somewhere?

Otherwise, why is he looking at himself like this?

That orc's posture is really eye-catching

He began to rub the battle ax in his hand, as if he would be hit with an ax if he said a bad word. To be honest, it was a bit scary.