Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1414 47. As long as you don’t stop, the road will be clear【11】

(Even Jia Geng is in love with you~)

"Ouch"

With a miserable cry, the huge and twisted body of the Corrupted Sirik slammed heavily outside his cave nest deep underground.

It no longer had the ugly, corroded look of desolation.

The moonlight filled with purifying power was like a cremation of flames, burning all the fur on Sirik's body, just like burnt charcoal that could even peel off the burning powder when it was poured down.

The smelly smoke rises, and the giant beast spits out black smoke every time it opens its mouth to take a hard breath. This means that the thunder dragon's little star's violent bombardment has bombarded Sirik into "scorched on the outside and tender on the inside." in the level.

Almost all its internal organs were burnt, and the blood all over its body seemed to be boiling.

But this was not a bad thing for Sirik, as clear pain returned to the Night Lord's numb perception, indicating that G'huun's corrosive power was fading from its body.

And the fragmented will that had long been in chaos and fell into an illusion also returned to the soul of the dying beast along with the pain.

One of its eyes was completely shattered by Blake's revenge execution, leaving only the cloudy left eye that could still see. Now that the death bell has sounded, as it lay dying, it was struggling in the moonlight that continued to burn. Moving head.

It saw the garbage man Garni, whom it had always looked down upon, walking towards it carrying a proud blue dragon. In the eyes of old Garni, it saw sadness and pity.

Sadness is for this piece of land that should be protected by itself but is poisoned by itself.

And mercy is for yourself.

In the long life of the Night Lord, it probably rarely considered death. After all, as a powerful Loa, it would not face the separation of life and death inexplicably like those weak ones.

It probably never thought that it would leave this world in such a miserable state.

"Gani."

Sirik called out with difficulty:

"Burn me. Burn me! Destroy my lair after I die! Not a drop of blood can be left behind. G'huun. It is only the first one to wake me up."

run

this land

There is no hope."

"That's why I'm here, Sirik, the proud Lord of Night."

Old Garni, who always had a playful smile, felt sad when he saw Sirik in such a weak posture. He swung his slender tail and whispered:

"I will throw your ashes into Bwonsamdi's Hades, and I will seal it off, and I won't let anyone near you until the infection dissipates.

I will tell your followers.

You were fighting G'huun even to the last moment."

"No need."

Sirik closed his eyes, and the powerful Loa said in a mute voice:

"Tell them the truth. I'm just a loser destined to be forgotten."

This sad answer almost made Old Ghani cry.

It's not that Old Garni suddenly became extremely emotional, it's just that Sirik's parting words revealed the endless bitterness of being a Loa god.

The Loa gods look at the scenery in all directions, but once they are abandoned by believers, they will instantly fall into the tragedy of being forgotten. If powerful Loa like Sirik lose their shrines and beliefs after death, it will be difficult for them to survive in the long life. Resurrected in time.

They can only wander forever in the Arden Fairyland, the land of the dead, becoming lonely ghosts who can't even return home.

There is no way, Loa's troll believers are too "realistic".

From this point of view, the treatment of the wild demigods that the Kaldorei elves believe in is simply ridiculously good. The souls of the demigods can still live in the Emerald Dream after they die, and there is no need to go to the kingdom of the dead.

That is true "eternal life".

It is a free destiny that does not have to pin its hopes on other people.

The loas were almost crying.

"Can't you help it?"

Garni looked back at the pirate Black who was calling for moonlight to purify the blood-stained blade in his hand. The latter turned around in surprise when he heard Old Garni's request and said:

"Why do you want to help it? Is it very good to you? Old Garni, are you saying that you have a kind heart? No, is your kindness so cheap? This is not what selfish Loas would do. Decide."

"I just"

Old Garni also realized that his request was a bit excessive and unreasonable. It made a discouraged expression and took a few steps back in the blazing moonlight, intending to wait until Sirik took his last breath before completing his last wish. .

However, Blake, who had a cold face just now, picked up his pipe and walked slowly in the moonlight to the painful Loa who closed his eyes and waited for death.

The character card in front of him still had Sirik's status information floating on it:

Name: Lord of Night/Lord of Night/Lord of Sky Sirik

Race: Vampire bat·beast/corrosive aberration

Occupation: Level 60 Beast·Elite/Level 60 Bloodthirsty Hunter·Elite/Level 60 Shadow Assassin·Elite

Legendary profession: Level 12 Behemoth Lord·Leader/Level 12 Blood God Contaminant·Leader

Mythical occupation: Level 3 Loa [Pollution]

Status: Strain corrosion, flesh and blood distortion, divine corruption, growth of corruption, source of corruption

Endless Hunting·Status description:

Sirik has become the carrier of the blood god G'huun's supreme power of corruption, corrosion and corruption. Every drop of his blood and every piece of flesh has become G'huun's parasitic host outside the seal.

At present, the corrupted parasitic state has reached the upper limit that Loa's body can bear.

This means that even after death, Sirik's corrupted flesh can still be manipulated by G'huun to spread planet-level corruption.

The power of the Moon God is not enough to completely purify this level of corrosion, and older and more effective methods must be used.

Let the fire purify everything.

This series of explanations made Blake narrow his eyes. It stands to reason that after the death of the body, Loa would use his spiritual body to go to the Ardenweald to become a spiritual form and wait for resurrection.

But in this corrupted state, Sirik's life power has been distorted and corrupted, which means that Sirik can't even go to the Ardenweald.

This means that the big bat in front of you is not even qualified to become a miserable "lonely ghost".

Black told Old Garni the news, which made the sadness in the eyes of the garbage man even higher. However, Maiev noticed the strange light dancing in the pirate's eyes.

The warden put away the Luna Lantern and handed it to Blake. Then he glanced at Sirik who was waiting for death. She asked in a low voice:

"You actually have a way to save it?"

"Save? That's easy for you to say. It has been corrupted to the soul level by G'huun. What can I do to save it?"

Blake scoffed at the suggestion.

But the next second, he changed the topic and said:

"It is definitely impossible to save him. Even the last natural paradise has closed its door to this poor corrupted person, and there is no longer any hope of being granted it.

But let’s think about it differently, what if what Sirik pursues is not the resurrection of Loa or the illusory eternal life, but the sincere ‘atonement’.

Then there might be a turning point in this matter. "

The pirate gave out a weird smile in the increasingly dim moonlight, which startled Little Xingxing and Fenner. Then he put on a straight face, turned back to Old Garni and said:

"Ahem, old Garni, why don't you take my friends and sister for a walk around? Don't go to Sirik's lair. That place must be destroyed. Any breath left behind will be buried. A source of disaster.

But I remember that there are villages left by troll followers who worship Sirik nearby. Let's go pick up some trash. "

"I'm not in the mood to pick up trash right now. Why are you so cold-blooded? I just witnessed the death of my compatriots. At least give me some time to mourn."

Old Garni complained, and then he saw Blake raising his eyebrows and winking at him.

This made the Garbage God stunned for a moment, and then it realized that the pirates needed to create an environment where they could be alone with Sirik, which made Old Garni feel hot.

Could it be

Can he still save the big bat that is destined to die completely?

"Let's go, pretty girls, Old Garni knows a place you will definitely like!"

The God of Garbage Man suddenly raised his head and said flatteringly to Little Xingxing and Fenner:

"That's my favorite garbage dump. If you're lucky, you can pick up little raptors that are about to hatch. Let me tell you, those little raptors are the cutest.

If you are the luckiest girls, you might be able to pick up a Devilsaur egg.

You two like to laugh so much, so you must have good luck.

Anyway, come with me.

I can let you two ride me. "

Under the temptation of Old Garni, Little Xingxing was the first to take the bait. Fenna was a little tired and wanted to take a rest, but she was dragged along by Little Xingxing. The two of them rode Old Garni and disappeared into the dark forest quickly.

The most dangerous twisted freak in this jungle, Sirik, is almost dead. As long as he doesn't take the initiative to seek death from the blood trolls, this place will be safe now.

"You should also find a place to rest."

The pirate held his pipe in his mouth and watched Old Garni take the two girls away. He turned back to Maiev and said:

"I will take the initiative to find you. Before I go to find you, don't run around or get close to Odile."

"What are you going to do again?"

Maiev asked, but got a roll of the eyes from Blake. He blew out a smoke ring and said:

"What did you promise me before? Have you forgotten again?"

This sentence reminded the warden of what Black had said to her before in the Temple of Akunda. She pursed her lips, and in the end did not ask again, but turned around and disappeared into the darkness of the night.

When the last ray of moonlight dimmed, Blake walked up to Sirik, who was "really lying down to die." He looked at the closed eyes of the big bat in front of him and the horrific blood hole that he had poked out.

The pirate flicked the ash from his cigarette and whispered:

"Want to live? Sirik, I mean, to go to the world of the dead as a soul, to live as a miserable prisoner on trial.

Every day you have to endure the judgment and guidance of your accusers over and over again for your past sins, and you have to pay your precious heart energy as the price of atonement every day.

I guarantee you, that is the most miserable way to live your life imaginable.

But at least.

You can still escape this corrosion and continue to live!

I think there is hope as long as you are alive, especially for a Loa like you who has enjoyed the glory. Are you really willing to accept the sad ending of being forgotten by everyone? "

Black held his pipe in his mouth, caressing and rotating the Seal of the King of Pain on his finger. In the floating blood-colored light, he said to Sirik:

“Even after you have endured enough suffering and judgment, one day you can receive unexpected ‘redemption’.

I cannot promise you that you will be able to leave the dead world in the future and return to Azeroth like the lucky Loa. But I can promise that as long as I have the chance, I will do my best to help you return to the material world.

Not a bad deal, right? "

"you"

The dying Sirik opened his eyes slightly and looked at Black holding a pipe in front of him. He said painfully:

"The evil on your face cannot be hidden from anyone. You have not concealed your use of me. You are like a discarded piece of garbage. Before being thrown away, you have to squeeze out the last value of me.

Haha, it’s not for nothing that you have such a good relationship with Lao Gani.

but I

There is no other choice.

I don't want to die! "

The big bat struggled with its last strength. It looked hatefully towards the darkest direction of the jungle and roared:

"I'm not willing to give in. I don't want to be forgotten. I am the Lord of Night! The God of Night. Me."

"Save your strength and stop howling."

The pirate kicked Sirik's wound with a vicious sound, and he said in a deep voice:

"You just need to tell me whether you are willing to accept this deal! The last hope you, a desperate wretch, can get, only I can give you."

"What do you want me to do?"

Sirik spat out a mouthful of contaminated blood, and it asked weakly.

The pirate looked up at the moon and whispered:

"I need you to do nothing, obey my instructions honestly, go to that country dominated by sin, and atone for your sins honestly.

I just need to use you as an experiment. If the Winter Queen can send evil spirits into the material world, then other Eternals must also be able to do it.

I just want to use your journey after death to see if the love the Emperor has given me is enough to help me open that door, and if He values ​​me enough for Him to challenge the rules of life and death for me. "

"Do nothing?"

Sirik made a confused sound.

But the pirate did not give it a chance to ask again. Instead, he turned over the Seal of the King of Pain on his finger and placed his hand with the seal on Sirik's charred head.

"You can't understand, right? It doesn't matter, you don't need to understand this. It's too painful for a dying person to have to think hard.

Relax"

At this moment, he was like a dying priest confessing, saying to the bat Loa in front of him:

"Come, then, express your desire to atone for your sins, confess your sins to me, and you will have enough time to say them before you die.

Be sincere.

Only with enough sincerity can your atonement be conveyed across the world to Revendreth! "

The pirate looked at the dying Sirik, who took off his pipe in the darkness and said:

"Speak, you sinful soul, I am listening."

——

Ten minutes later, the flames soaring into the sky completely lit up the dark jungle of Nazmir.

Although the summoned elemental flames are not as pure and purifying as the fire of Savras, for Sirik who actively seeks death, such flames are enough to burn his corrupted body.

First purified by the moonlight, and then burned by the elemental flames, the corruption brought by Sirik finally came to an end under the double guarantee.

On a hill not far from here, Maiev, wearing a Warden armor and holding the helmet in her hands, stared at the rising flames. Tonight's purification made the warden who had been quite confused recently I feel like I have regained my sense of mission as the chosen one of the Moon Goddess.

To be honest, although she was tired from hosting the purification tonight, she was in a good mood.

"What are you looking at?"

Black's voice sounded behind Maiev, and the warden said without looking back:

"I want to purify the corruption caused by G'huun. This is what the Moon God wants to see, and it is also my mission and responsibility."

"Well, it's a very good ideal, keep sticking to it."

The pirate laughed, full of sarcasm.

But he was such an annoying guy, and Maiev didn't care, until the next second, her hand was pulled up by Blake.

The pirate took off Ms. Warden's gauntlet, glanced at Maiev, and put the Seal of the King of Pain on the ring finger of Maiev's right hand.

Against the background of distant flames, he said to Maiev:

"Wear it at all times, don't take it off, you hear me?"

"Isn't this the token you use to contact the great emperor?"

Maiev frowned and said:

"I'm carrying it but I can't use it. It's already bound to your soul."

"Because it is bound to my soul, I can still communicate with the Emperor even if I don't wear it. In this way, magical items driven by heart energy do not have to be in my hands to be effective.

As for the increase in combat power it brought me, I no longer need it. "

Blake held Maiev's left hand in his hand and said:

"But it means a lot to you."

"Perhaps, we may indeed be separated for a short time in the future, but as long as you keep wearing it, I can find you. If you are forced to walk alone in the dark wilderness, don't be afraid, but move forward bravely.

Just remember that I will find you.

I will go to the past in the future to complete my encounter with you, and then I will return to the future to look for your footsteps.

No matter how long it takes.

No matter what the cost. "

The whispers in the dark night were full of affection, making Ms. Warden's heart tremble. The man in front of her seemed to completely overlap with him in her memory.

The impulse from the bottom of her heart made Maiev bite her lip.

She whispered:

"According to your human customs, wear a ring like this. Is this a proposal?"

"No."

Black held Maiev in his arms, and her head was buried in his shoulder. He looked at the dark night reflected by the firelight in front of him, and in the bloody wind of Nazmir, he whispered:

"The act of proposing represents the starting point of a beautiful and happy life, but it doesn't belong to us yet. I know I will look like a scumbag if I say such a thing in this situation, but

You, Sephiel, and Xal'atath, our happiness lies in the future.

We still need to keep moving forward until we complete the mission each of us was born with, and I can feel that I am getting closer and closer to completing it. "