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Chapter 163 Xalatas: I became his shape
Thinking that he had finally defeated the Void's prophecy, Xal'atath began to fantasize about the good days after his resurrection.

She would kill N'Zoth, the weakest of them all, and then devour the entire planet to fulfill her master's long-cherished wish.

But at this moment, she suddenly sensed that the man in front of her had a spirit as strong as steel. A code with strange power suddenly appeared in front of him.

It floated up, borrowing a ray of its power. Taelan Fordring stretched out a hand and grabbed Jaina's neck.

Her face was filled with vivid confusion, bewilderment, sadness, and sorrow.

Taelan Fording whispered, "Didn't your mother tell you not to sit on the lap of any man other than your husband?"

The woman returned to her original appearance.

She spoke with difficulty: "Do you know me?"

"Even if it turns to ashes, I know your bones. You smell like emptiness."

"Xalatas, you should say goodbye to yourself."

The woman seemed to want to ask Taelan Fording to forgive her and let her go, but her handsome face was full of coldness.

His will is as strong as steel. He likes beautiful women, but only one. Everyone has different ambitions. His ambition is to make up for the regrets of the past and save those innocent ordinary people.

Like Janis, like Sully Ballou, like little Pamela, like Melo Yunge. Instead of those big shots, they at least once called the shots and enjoyed life wantonly. And those ordinary people always become the background board of some big event, and become the cold number on the death notice.

Today he could have ignored Mero Yunsong's sacrifice, waited for Halduron to be fully prepared, and solved the centaur problem in one fell swoop.

But he couldn't, he chose the ancestral duel. He not only wanted to save Mero Yunge and the Tauren, but also to win the respect of the Tauren and bring a powerful helper to the Alliance.

In fact, in the vanilla era, the Alliance and the Horde were extremely symmetrical. The Tauren were the equivalent of the Dwarves to the Alliance, and they were both strong and steadfast helpers to both sides. Even the internal conflicts of these two helpers were the same.

There is a Magatha among the Tauren, and there are Dark Iron Dwarves among the Dwarves. And they are all very black, Magatha is a black taurine!
Now that the Alliance has taken the Tauren away, it is like taking away an arm from the enemy. The great teacher told us that we must make more friends and fewer enemies.

As a result, accidents happen frequently, and now even Xal'atath, the Blade of the Black Empire, has appeared. Wherever this unfortunate sword appears, disaster follows. Its owner has suffered great misfortune because of it.

In ancient times, the Lord of the Void sent out his own minions, the Old Gods, to corrupt the physical universe. There are five Old Gods sent to Azeroth:
They are Azar, Yogg-Saron, N'Zoth, Xal'atath, and C'Thun. As soon as they arrived in Azeroth, they began to dig their roots deep into the earth. However, when they landed, these guys teamed up to eat Xal'atath for strength.

The frustrated Xal'atath only had one claw left. He attached his will to this claw, which became the dark blade.

It first betrayed the troll Xandu, and as a result summoned General Kishix of Krasis, and the Troll Empire was almost destroyed.

It later went on to produce Maud's and Natalie Serling's bitters.

Today, it was stuck in the back of Taelan Fording. The Void Force immediately made a prophecy. But after consuming a lot of the centaur's power, Xal'atath felt that he had won.

Time and space changed, and Xalatas was horrified to find that it was held by a chubby little hand.

Who is this?
There is a child in Taelan Fording's consciousness?

The surrounding space shattered like glass, and it came to an extremely huge space.

The most eye-catching thing is a tall giant tree. On the giant tree is a crystal mountain, which is connected to a broken red stone. There is red liquid flowing violently in the stone. They seem to be expecting something!
Xal'atath thought it was crazy. Who had brought it here just now? That chubby little hand, like a baby's, carried the highest level of power in the entire physical universe. It was a power that could only be generated by the complete fusion of the six forces. It was a power that its owner had never possessed.

It can be said without exaggeration that it is the power of the true God.

At this moment, a figure appeared in front of it and grabbed its neck.

Then the red liquid came out of the broken stone. They surrounded Xal'atath. "Ahhhh!"

Screams continued to sound, and the World Stone began to refine Xal'atath mercilessly. Endless Holy Light Force was injected into Xal'atath's body. The Holy Light began to assimilate it.

Taelan Fording said: "Give up the Dragon Soul. Activate Nephalem Magic Item Mastery, target: Xal'atath, Blade of the Black Empire."

Without the help of the Worldstone and Azelena, Taelan Fordring would have no way to deal with this Old God.

But now it is different. Xal'atath has been stained with his blood and has actively absorbed his power. He has become proficient in using magic items on Xal'atath.

A grayish-white light emerged from Xal'atath's body. These lights were refined by the World Stone, and holy light continued to flow into its body.

A familiar voice sounded:

"Item analysis complete, you gain control of Xal'atath Lightforged Blade.

You have obtained a Void Gem Fragment, but the target is too weak to obtain the full Void Force."

The infusion of Holy Light ceased, and the woman shattered and vanished. The Crystal Dome and the Worldstone calmed down. Taelan Fordring also vanished.

Hamuil Runetotem felt the pressure around him ease, and the force of resistance disappeared.

He quickly looked at the fallen Tyran Fording. The strange weapon stuck in his back had changed its appearance.

The grayish-white light it emitted disappeared, and instead it emitted a milky-white holy light. The runes on its body changed. It looked less weird. The huge eye stopped rolling around, and it became quiet.

It changed, it took the shape of Taelan Fordring.

Hamuil Runetotem looked at it in surprise. Could this thing also change?
Cairne Bloodhoof was a warrior, and he was more mobile. He walked up, pulled out Xal'atath Lightforged Blade, and threw it aside.

Then he carried the young man on his back, and he could feel that he was very tired and he fell into a coma.

Now is not the time to explore anything, the right thing to do is to flee back to the village. Cain and Hamuil Runetotem rushed back to the village.

Near Xal'atath, the centaurs that were affected by it and were killing each other stopped. But the killing in the distance did not stop, and the Maraudine centaurs were still madly killing their own kind.

Cairne Bloodhoof glared at the First Khan. Ambition and greed burned out his reason and made him fall into the trap of the pointy-eared man.

After the two of them fought their way back to the village with the help of the Bloodhoof tribe and the Sunwalkers, the killing outside had not stopped yet.

The pale-faced, corpse-stinking man with pointed ears watched the powerful Cairne Bloodhoof leave, and immediately ran over to take back the precious weapon.

It grabbed the handle of Xal'atath, whose milky white light had already subsided.

Ah! The pointed-eared creature let out a misplaced scream. Its sword-holding hand was ignited by the holy light. Soon, its entire body was on fire, emitting a strange smell in the humid air.

"No, why did you become like this?

That's not what Jintaisa said. It didn't tell me that a weapon could betray me."

"The Dreadlords are all liars! My immortality, my power, are all gone!"

(End of this chapter)