Enter World of Warcraft with Dark Skills

Chapter 300 The Moon with a Smile

The Black Temple is a large-scale building complex. It was originally the Temple of Kapora. It is the most sacred place in the minds of the Draenei people and the center of the Draenei people's faith.

However, now, the devoutly praying Draenei are gone, and here there are only roaring demons and surging fel energy. Killing and plundering have become the main theme here.

Taelan Fording was summoned to the familiar hall. There was a broad platform, a tall throne, and a mountain-like figure.

Magtheridon, a powerful Annihilan lord. He was wearing armor and a heavy breastplate on his chest. The demon was covered with dark green liquid, which was obviously blood. This blood was highly corrosive. It dripped onto the floor of the Dark Temple. Except for the tiles that had been treated with magic, even the armor of the warriors would be corroded and emit foul-smelling smoke.

It was injured, but its superior physique allowed it to continue fighting. Its opponent was a powerful Shiraz Matriarch. Taelan Fordring knew it, Matriarch Shahras. A demon loyal to Illidan. She should be a member of the Shiraz Coven. For some unknown reason, she pledged allegiance to Illidan. Later, she was killed in the Black Temple.

Taelan Fordring activated the Holy Freezing Aura. With a snap, all creatures in the temple were frozen. As soon as Taelan Fordring stretched out his hand, the huge Shahras immediately felt that she had lost control of her body. The powerful force caused the wound on her body cut by Magtheridon's double-headed spear to start bleeding again.

She looked at her wounds in horror, where blood was flowing out of the wounds due to energy confinement. The blood flowing out of the wounds was frost-colored. The power of this cold soul gave people a feeling of being high above and unstoppable.

She felt that even Sargeras, the leader of the Burning Legion, could not resist the intense cold brought by the sixth force - the soul force.

Then she felt a holy light pouring into her body. Stars appeared around Taelan Fordring. They spread rapidly and then disappeared. The vicious curse came to an end immediately. All the evil power in Shahlas dissipated.

It turns out that her power comes from the curse of fel energy. No wonder she wants to join Illidan. Obviously, she doesn't live well among her own race. And they are a kind of transformed creatures. They should have mastered the power of fire and shadow. Later, she was cursed by one or several powerful creatures, and then transformed into a creature that uses fel energy.

Now the curse has been "purified". The fel energy that came with it has also disappeared.

"You asked Solanlian to summon me?"

"Great Lord of Holy Light! Our clan originally lived in a barren but peaceful world. It wasn't very good there, but it was enough to fill our stomachs. Until one day, the messenger of the Dark Titan arrived!"

Taelan Fordring asked, "Kil'jaeden?"

"Destroy these demons. Then let me hear your story."

Losing the evil power does not mean that Shahras has become a mortal. Every Shivara is a weapon master. They are not only priests, but also teachers. They are also responsible for imparting skills to young tribesmen.

Madam Shahras obviously didn't expect that Tyran Fordring would lift the curse for her so easily. This curse transformed the power of fire and shadow that she controlled into fel energy. While this curse brought her power, it also brought her torture. It allowed those witches to torture her like they tortured the Titans.

Now Tyran Fording has used the power of the purifying aura to temporarily dissipate it, but she knows that as long as she leaves Tyran Fording, she will still be caught by those same people, and it will be easy for them to control her again. If she wants to completely get rid of this torture, she must find a new home for herself.

And her prophecy had pointed out the direction. As long as she hid in Azeroth and had the protection of the Titans, she could rest easy.

Now, what she had to do was to find a way to kill Magtheridon and then seek the protection of Tyran Fordring. It would be good to gain the power of the Holy Light.

With a purpose, there is motivation. Under Magtheridon's horrified gaze, Taelan Fordring shot a beam of holy light at it.

Magtheridon had always thought that Archimonde was the limit of what a mortal could achieve. Now he finally knew that there was a being in this universe that was more terrifying than Archimonde. After losing the protection of the demon lord's domain, he was so vulnerable.

It was imprisoned by Tyran Fordring. This made it feel like a ghost. It twisted its huge body, trying to break free from the holy light that bound it. Tyran Fordring's level of mysticism was much higher than that of the Holy Light Mother Zera. His imprisonment would not be visible to others. This powerful control magic was not something that Magtheridon could break free of.

The struggle before death was inevitable, and it mobilized all the strength it could muster. A crack appeared in the air of the tall temple, and evil energy surged inside, and a magnificent meteor shower descended.

But in Magtheridon's horrified and helpless eyes, those meteor showers that would turn into hellfire as soon as they landed were erased in mid-air as if by an eraser, and were eliminated by the holy light.

It tried to cast Fiery Blossom again. Apparently, in its mind, it would make ends meet if it killed one, and it would make a profit if it killed several. As soon as it started to cast, the surrounding space began to repel it.

With a snap, Magtheridon's body was kicked by something. Sanctuary's knockback took effect. It still couldn't break free from Tyran Fordring's control. It could only roar at Tyran Fordring.

The clever Shahras knew that a chance to show off had finally come. She swung the remaining long sword in her hand, leaped sideways, and thrust the strange long sword into the wound caused by her sneak attack.

She knew that this terrifying Abyss King would not die so easily. She drew out her long sword and launched a series of attacks along the gaps in the armor. For a moment, green blood flew everywhere. She had made up her mind to draw a clear line with the Burning Legion. Of course, she no longer had any concerns.

Tyran Fordring raised his hand to stop Madam Shahras, and then a tall and thin night elf came over. He silently chanted a spell, and the pit lord seemed to be strangled by something and couldn't make any sound. Then Magtheridon's transparent soul was pulled out by him and swallowed into his body.

The demon hunter enslaved Magtheridon. This would make him powerful very quickly.

The demons lost their leader and were completely defeated. The Alliance team quickly won the victory. Vashj followed Kurtrus Falling Cinder and came to Taelan Fordring. They were Illidan's direct subordinates.

Although Vashj is Azshara's maid, 10,000 years is too long. It is impossible for her to return to the Naga tribe. She has to consider the future for her people.

Originally, they didn't want to return to Azeroth to face their powerful compatriots, but in recent months, their bodies have undergone strange changes.

For example, Vashj's face lost its scales, her claws turned into human hands, and her exposed skin also began to change to that of a human.

Later, they learned from Illidan that Taelan Fording had killed Yogg-Saron.

This is equivalent to breaking the enslavement of the Naga tribe by the ancient gods from the root. In other words, they have returned to their original demonic form and regained their freedom, and can live freely from now on.

Freedom is the most precious thing, especially when you lose it.

What good is it to have more wealth and power? It's just like repeating yesterday's story every day. You won't be able to live for yourself for a few days until you die.

Some people try their best to make you endure and work hard, but your endurance only makes things worse. Your efforts only help your boss get a new horse. Why is this so?

Because they lost their soul in their efforts. And the soul is fairness.

Only efforts based on fair distribution are valuable, and fairness is something you can only encounter by chance.

The meteor shower in the sky disappeared with the death of Magtheridon, and the surrounding demons were destroyed. Shahraz felt that she had gained a new opportunity. She asked Taelan Fordring to completely solve the hidden danger for her. She told her story to Taelan Fordring: "I was originally a member of the Council of Four of my race, and I was a priest. Kil'jaeden invited us to join the Burning Legion."

"It promised to give us endless power and a rich planet as our new home. My three colleagues quickly agreed to the Polluter's proposal.

I am a priest, and the Force of Order also has the ability to predict. I have foreseen the end of our clan.

After joining the Burning Legion, not only did we not get the new homeland we were promised, but our original homeland was turned into a barren land."

"So I rejected the offer. But they left me alone and reached an agreement with Kil'jaeden.

Later, someone told me about this, and I certainly couldn't just sit there and wait for death. I gathered all my strength, even if it meant death, I would leave them and look for this whole home."

Taelan Fording looked at it curiously:

"What makes you do this? Do you believe that your predictions are correct? I remember that real predictions are ambiguous and obscure."

Madam Shahras shook her head: "That prophecy is different."

The people around looked at this stubborn female demon strangely. She didn't look like a demon at all. Instead, she looked like a devout believer.

“Because it has already been fulfilled.

I saw the death of Lord Illidan in the prophecy. He was killed here by a group of adventurers from Azeroth. And Maiev Shadowsong was in cahoots with them.

But in the past year, this prediction has completely changed.”

"In the prophecy, I saw a meteor shower falling on the Hellfire Peninsula. I saw Archimonde die there. I saw a dragon summon a man holding a goat-head staff. I saw the people who died here become Magtheridon.

I also saw the man with eight wings turned into a sun and flew into another world. I also saw a beautiful woman walk out of the blue boy.

As she spoke, she covered her forehead and her face began to twist: "A huge shadow crashed into the world. A strange machine began to work.

..."Beads of sweat as big as beans slid down her pretty forehead. One of them flowed right into her mouth.

It's salty and bitter. Demons also sweat. And sweat is salty.

She didn't dare to say anything more. She looked powerful, but she was just a woman who had just lost her evil power. She felt that if she continued to talk, she might die on the spot. And the images began to blur. In the end, only a huge tree grew in a secret room.

She had a premonition. She had touched upon the plan of a great being. If she continued to talk nonsense like this, she would be very sad. Taelan Fording was a powerful demigod. The demon commander and the ancient gods were all defeated by him. He was qualified to fight those guys.

But I can't afford to offend these guys with my weak arms and legs. I'd better choose a side and stand in line.

The Illidari looked at Matron Shahraz as if she were a monster. She surrendered because of a dream. Fortunately, they could stay awake and let the demons in their bodies take their place. Unfortunately, they couldn't do that all the time. Otherwise, they would be torn apart by the demons in their bodies, just like Gul'dan did back then.

Taelan Fording said: "I understand! Thank you for your prophecy."

"Bear with it. It might hurt a little."

"Ah!" Mistress Shahras screamed. A large amount of holy light began to surround it. After a while, Mistress Shahras revealed her true form.

Her body radiated a soft holy light, and the pair of wings behind her changed from the fleshy form of a demon to the feathery wings of Taelan Fordring. She was cast by light!

"Only in this way can you escape the pursuit of your compatriots. Like Velen, you both carry the last hope of your respective races. Congratulations on your rebirth. From today on, you are the Lightforged Shivara. As for your compatriots..."

Shahras said, "I have foreseen their end. They enjoy torturing others every day, and one day they will suffer the consequences themselves."

Taelan Fording nodded. History has repeatedly proved that those who betray the interests of their compatriots will not have a good ending.

After solving the problem of Madam Shahras shaking her head, Taelan Fordring shifted his attention to Kurtrus Falling Cinder.

"What did Illidan say? How could he leave behind such a huge hidden danger?"

Kurtrus Meteorite said respectfully: "Grand Marshal, Lord Illidan did not consider the issue of returning home. The portal he designed is only enough for a few compatriots to use.

His goal is the Key to All Realms. As long as he gets it, he doesn't need to consider anything else."

Taelan Fording nodded: "I understand. Don't worry, we have prepared the necessary backup plans. Let's just reinforce the mark."

Kurtulus Falling Cinder respectfully led Taelan Fordring to the hidden portal. It was already closed. Waiting for the other side to activate it.

Taelan Fording asked everyone to leave the secret room. Then he sensed it and injected his power into the small crystal in the mark left by Alana Starseeker.

That thing was given to him a long time ago, I hope he still has it.

Now that all of His missions in Outland have been completed, it's time to return to the world of Azeroth, where someone must be waiting anxiously.

Azeroth, near the Kingdom of Kul Tiras. Anthem of the Sea!

Lady Jaina has been feeling uneasy lately. It always seemed like something big was going to happen, but now that Archimonde is dead, everything is going well.

She felt as if someone was watching her. She raised her head and stared at the blue child that had just hung in the sky. It seemed excited?

(End of this chapter)