Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1029 125. The Prophet has predicted the fate, today is not the day of death, but the time of liberation

   Windrunner's mother on the deck was a little gloomy.

   She stood there alone, with the desolation and loneliness unique to the undead, which added a gloomy temperament to her. She could feel the gaze coming from behind her, probably the gaze of the smelly pirate projected from the window of the captain's cabin.

   Maybe Blake is still wondering why after the reunion, his mentor has always shown a strange indifference, as if he was deliberately avoiding him.

   Black in the captain's room was really thinking about it, and he could feel the change in Windrunner's mother.

   But the pirates didn't think much of it.

   He is well aware that the mentality changes of undead creatures are elusive.

   This can be felt from the death knights of Black Rook Keep, and Lord Ravencrest himself admitted it.

  If there is no betrayal by his precious daughter when he is resurrected ten thousand years later, so that he can maintain the last connection with this world, then he may choose to self-destruct in the pain caused by the changes in the world of right and wrong.

   Undead

   This is a twisted thing that was born against the law of life and death.

   Their appearance may have its own reasons, but there is no doubt that the material world is not a world that welcomes the dead. They are supposed to continue their journey in the world of the dead, and being around the living always makes them very uncomfortable.

   But this is the case, Windrunner's mother's changes are still a little too fast, and some are too deliberate, people can't help but explore the truth hidden under this indifference.

  Black also specifically communicated with Emeril.

   Judging by Miss Shadowguard's description of the journey of Mother Windrunner and the Hidden Passage during this period of time, Lireza did go through a tough time after leaving the Naglfar.

  The smelly pirate eventually sees it as a normal situation and chooses not to pursue it, everyone has the power to keep secrets, and wanton exploring those truths will destroy the good relationship between him and Windrunner's mother.

   The stinky pirates have always been shrewd in this regard.

   But he really wanted to be more terrifying than he imagined.

  Windrunner's mother's lack of emotions makes her more and more withdrawn, less and less willing to be with other people, and more and more like being alone.

In fact, during this part of the journey, General Liresa even had a feeling of disgust when she was with the people in the secret passage, especially when those guys talked to her about things that she was not interested in, that is, everything. There is a very dark mentality.

   Maybe cut their necks to make them quieter.

   This is not just an idea.

   In fact, there were a few times when she almost drew her dagger to someone who was chattering beside her.

**** it!

   You can't learn from Black, shut your mouth when it's time to shut up?

   This fleeting killing intent was even sensed by the silent orc Rexxar.

   So during this journey, Rexxar kept a subtle distance from Mother Windrunner.

   Of course, because of Rexxar's sullen personality, even if misfortune really happens, he is likely to be the last person to survive.

  This unique change is also an important reason why Windrunner's mother didn't want to accept the responsibility of leading the secret passage. But now that he has taken over the post of Hunting Master of the Secret Passage, there is no need for the pirates to know about these things.

   "Crystal Valley, Twilight's Hammer."

  Windrunner's mother let out a sigh of relief like a living person. She was upset and needed a vent, so let the **** of Twilight's Hammer bear her bad mood.

   "Stop arguing, your chattering disgusts me!"

  Lilesa said in a cold voice to the humming Demon Blade Apocalypse behind her:

   "I'll let you eat enough in a while."

   Apocalypse instantly quieted down.

   It has begun to sharpen its knives, looking forward to the next big meal.

   From this point of view, this magic blade is really easy to satisfy, but unfortunately its appetite will always increase until it finally turns the sword holder into its own plaything.

   Several hours later, the pirate marines finally set foot on the great desert of Silithus again, and the crystal valley in the distance has been experienced.

   It is located in the northwest of the Silithus Desert, and is connected with the mountains that block the desert, creating a semi-enclosed valley in the desert. Like other places, there is no grass here.

   And because of some unknown reasons, this valley is full of all kinds of violent elemental creatures.

   There are both sand and wind elements combined with dust, and some earth elements running around. The power of the elements here is amazingly high, but it is difficult to be used by orthodox shamans.

  Because the elemental power here has been polluted, the qiraji and their fallen gods are sealed behind the beetle wall at the southernmost tip of the great desert, and the power of chaos continues to breed in that dark place.

In the period of the Dark Empire, the elemental creatures were once the soldiers of the ancient gods. After the Thousand-Eyes Demon Kethun recovered some power over a long period of time, he was naturally able to make a group outside his seal. The out-of-control elements come as the force that guards the frontiers of the Great Desert.

  These runaway corrupt elements are difficult to deal with, and because of the power of this place, they continue to breed, which is why the druids who insist on fighting against the bugmen in the great desert almost never come here.

   For this reason, the remote Crystal Valley has become the perfect hiding place for local cultists.

The base camp of the fallen church Twilight's Hammer in Silithus is here, as is Cho'gall, the leader of the cultists, who have been recruiting all kinds of scumbags to join them since they came to Silithus. cause.

  Especially after the fall of the Church of the Storm in Kul Tiras, the Crystal Valley of Silithus quickly became the "new holy place" for the cultists of Azeroth.

Garona Haverson's hunt in the Silithus desert had almost reached its goal, but because these cultists on the sea came with their own rations, they were oppressed by the elusive assassination of the female orcs to the point of collapse. The cult group is back to life.

   This wave.

   This wave belongs to Black's teammates.

  Any action by the Prophet can have an elusive butterfly effect, and the Twilight's Hammer's re-emergence is a perfect example of that.

   There were too many bad guys who defected to Chogall, which made Garona’s killing hands sore, but she was still unable to control the worsening situation in front of her.

   Because there are enough cannon fodders available, even Garona herself was taken as prey by the mighty Cho'gall.

   "Burn her to death! (Quick! You bastards!

   The angry roar of the two-headed ogre echoed in the chaotic land covered with sand and dust. It was still the familiar two-channel voice, and it was still the strange feeling of two heads talking at the same time.

The tall ogre Chogall waved the strange warhammer in his hand, and violently grabbed a dark iron dwarf cultist beside him with one hand, and threw him in front of him like a ball, and was completely blocked by elements, xenomorphs and cultists. in front of a cave.

   "Blow her up! (Your soul will rise, and the void will open its hands to you!

The    ogre growled, encouraging.

   He stretched out his hand and threw a purple degenerate decree, causing the black iron cultist who was thrown into the cave to be instantly bewitched by his depraved will, and howling and howling deep into the cave with his red eyes carrying a powder keg on his back.

   There was a loud bang, and bursting flames burst from the entrance of the cave, completely destroying several traps Garona had thrown at the entrance of the cave.

   In the next instant, in Chogall's binocular laughter, he waved his hand, and the fallen elements and xenomorphs rushed into the small cave in front of him.

   They are carrying out the orders of the messengers of the ancient gods.

   They'll tear the assassin hiding in the hole to shreds!

   Cho'gall was so happy.

  This evil guy will be very relaxed. He hasn't been so happy for a long time. He is in a great mood, like he is at the peak of his hi.

   Ever since he escaped from the Tomb of Sargeras in the Broken Isles to the backcountry of Silithus more than a year ago, Garona, who followed him, has become Cho'gall's nightmare.

   The deadly killer who was once trained by Gul'dan as a weapon, like a madman, taking killing the remnants of the Shadow Council as a lifelong ideal and a mission that must be fulfilled.

   Her perseverance and frantic, ruthless pursuits have caused Cho'gall to suffer.

   If it wasn't for this great desert being close to the Fallen God's sanctuary, so that the fallen believer Cho'gall could continuously obtain the support of the xenomorphs, he would have died by Garona's sword long ago.

   At least twice!

   That crazy woman's blade almost pierced her brain and heart! The fact that he can live to this day, in addition to his strong strength and the tyrannical vitality of the ogre, is purely a matter of fate.

   But today, all nightmares brought about by the odious Garona Haverson will come to an end!

   Cho'gall looked at the corpses of dozens of cultists and xenomorphs that fell beside him, as well as the traces left after the chaotic elements were hacked to death.

   He paid a great price to drive Garona, who stepped into the trap, into a desperate situation. His loyal subordinates suffered heavy casualties, and the fallen shrine at the Crystal Valley Base Camp was destroyed a lot.

   But it was all worth it.

   As long as Garona, who is in the way, dies here, he can completely let go of his hands and feet and lead the Twilight Hammer to serve the fallen gods and his great cause of conquest.

   And Garona's fiery soul will also serve as the best tribute, dedicated to the dark gods of the bug people in exchange for C'Thun's full support.

   He will lead the army of the Qiraji across the entire Kalimdor, give the Kaldorei a head-on blow, and spread the glory of corruption all over Azeroth.

   The order of this world makes him extremely disgusted, and chaos is his promised kingdom of heaven.

  After he has completed his great deed of depraved conquest, what Gul'dan and what Orgrim must stand aside! I will dedicate this world to the will of the void, and I will become the king of this fallen world!

   The only overlord!

  The brutal and cunning, idealistic two-headed ogre has seen that bright or dark future. His two heads laughed smugly, admiring the desperate counterattack of Garona in the cave in front of him.

   Hehe, aren't you amazing?

   But in the trap set by this devil, you have only one dead end, unless you can put on your wings and fly out! Atonement for what you've done, you pathetic **** orc!

   Garona, who was trapped in the cave, was really desperate.

   I haven't seen each other for a year, but this female orc hasn't changed much, she is still the same vigorous and deadly posture before, but now she is very embarrassed.

   The leather armor on his body has been shattered, his left leg was bitten by a xenogeneic insect, and he lost a large piece of flesh from the thigh to the knee, and even bones can be seen.

  The most terrible thing is that the poison of the xenophobia is eroding her will.

   The gift from the fallen **** made it difficult for this poison to be diluted by the antidote. The female assassin's spirit was already shaky, and a white light even appeared in front of her eyes.

   seems to have begun to take a picture of life before dying.

   But she didn't stop fighting.

   The broad-blade sword in his hand, the blade of the Green Dragon Secret Treasure called Dragon's Call, has been shattered. It was shattered by the Fallen Law when he fought to the death with Cho'gall before.

   The dagger in the other hand has been rolled up due to the long-term piercing and slashing. Facing the constant siege of the alien insects rushing out of the ground, Garona's counterattack has become weak.

   The flexible dodge also became dull.

  The cave is so big, there is not enough space for her to dodge.

   After more and more cultists were driven into the cave by Chogall, Garona had a premonition that her life would end today, but she was not afraid of death.

   The things she did in the past, the blood on her hands, the memories she will never forget, and the wailing that appeared in every midnight made her overwhelmed.

  Death is also a relief.

   But this unfulfilled death was not what Garona wanted.

   Her heart was full of frustration, and she finally missed the last chance to kill Chogall.

  I will leave this world as a loser.

Garona thought she would feel ashamed, but when she was hit by a poisonous stinger of a different species of flying insect, and her whole body fell into a pool of blood and corpses, she unexpectedly discovered that she felt the feeling before her death. Not a shame.

   There is also a touch of regret and deep regret.

   Seeing that Garona no longer had the power to fight back, the aliens gathered around, and in front of them there were several cultists in black robes, and these guys were ready to extract their souls.

  The female orc in the pool of blood struggled hard, and threw the broken sword in her hand fiercely, knocking the fastest cultist to the ground.

   But this is her last fight.

   She lay there, her body twitching, her blue eyes a little blank.

   At the last moment, a smile appeared on his blood-stained face like a demon.

   In a trance, she saw herself and a guy like an old man hiding in the dark forest, snuggling and whispering. They made a lot of appointments that night.

   But unfortunately, she ended up being a bad woman who failed to fulfill her promise.

   O my Khadgar.

   It must be painful to hear the news of my death.

   But that's ok, you deserve someone better to spend your life with, maybe a spellcaster who has the same mind as you and can talk to you about those magical theories that give me a headache.

   She will be more worthy of your love than I am a sinful person, and she will give you everything I have not had time to give you.

  Perhaps it’s better to say goodbye silently.

   I will never see you again.

   So you can always remember me.

bring it on.

  Sad bastards, kill me, I have so many regrets in my crippled life, but I have nothing more to demand

   "Poof"

   A sudden burst of blood splashed on Garona's face, causing the dying female orc to open her tired eyes, and then her pupils instantly widened.

   Before her eyes, a somber gnome cultist was stripping his disguise.

   A ferocious Dread Demon King moved his claws and pulled out the fallen hearts of the two "compatriots" beside him, and the surrounding alien worms seemed to be impacted by spiritual magic.

   They started chaotically attacking each other.

   Under the stunned gaze of Garona, who was waiting to die, the gloomy Dread Demon King sneered twice, and threw the corrupted heart in his hand into his mouth, smashing it like chewing fruit.

   In the splash of blood-red juice, it bent down, grabbed the female assassin's neck and lifted her up, sniffed her body, and said regretfully in the devil's language:

   "What a delicious soul, what a pity I can't taste it today. But the Prophet has prophesied, Garona Haverson, the death you pursued has been pushed back.

  Thank you, or hate him. "

   (end of this chapter)