Azeroth Shadow Trail

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

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

  After defeating the Rende Society ambush, Black, the tauren and the orcs went deep into the forest, where they had seen the teleportation point set up by the Cenarion Order.

   As he was heading there, Xal'atas whispered in Black's ear:

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

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

  Black observed the scene in the forest in front of him, he noticed the especially tall guardian of the jungle standing in front of the druids, and replied in his heart:

"Even in Revenders, the birthplace of sin magic, those accusers of sin have prisoners who they can't deal with at all. If they can defeat every soul by extracting the heart of sin, then what's the use of engulfing the maw of all things? ?

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

   For the power of sin to work, a soul must be guilty, and he or she or it must admit to being guilty.

   This is a very spiritual power.

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

  Even if they have sins they cannot hide, that is not something I can materialize.

   Weakening, blocking, and saving throws between different divine powers is a big problem that all offensive powers cannot avoid. "

   Having said this, a gleam in the eyes of the pirate, he added:

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

   "Wait! The difference in absolute strength is too big to make sure kills can't take effect. I can understand that."

   The knowledgeable Salatas quickly discovered the problem, she said suspiciously:

   "But what did the little master mean when he said 'the soul must consider itself guilty'? If my will is strong enough to never consider myself guilty, then even the curse of sin you cast won't take effect on me?"

   "No, it should hurt or it will hurt."

  The pirate shook his head and explained:

   "It's just that when you don't think you're guilty, the Curse of Sin takes effect and doesn't have any effect on your will, and then it slides down to the level of a normal cursed power.

   is like an incurable disease.

   You have to understand, Xal'atath, that sin magic was born in the Shadowlands, the realm of the dead.

The power of spiritual power is far greater than the scope of the material world. When a soul is firm enough, even the ruler of Revenders, the real incarnation of sin punishment, Emperor Denathius, cannot defeat the soul. .

   He can easily shred it.

   But he can't make a stubborn guy bow his head and confess his sins, after all, the definition of sin has always been subjective.

   And the Maw is **** for those hopeless **** who don't bow their heads or long 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 should listen. If the other party is rock solid, your education will be meaningless.

   The most important thing is that this set of power must cooperate with the sin monument in order to exert the greatest destructive power.

   Its greatest use is not punishment, not combat, but control. It is a completely unsolvable super control, a shackle that transcends life and death. Of course, you have to convince those cunning guys to bear the monument of sin willingly. "

   "Well, I understand."

   Xalatas let out a playful laugh, and said:

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

   "What's the joy in this?"

   Black pouted and said:

   "I didn't plan to do anything to them, the devil is coming, and even a bad guy like me knows that backstabbing is bad.

how to say.

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

  Look, Remulos found me.

   Come, smile, be friendly. "

   Speaking, Blake showed a full of fake smile, raised his hand and waved to the Son of Nature in front of him, looking familiar, and the huge jungle guardian on the opposite side also showed a smile.

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

   This big man who plays a pivotal role in the natural camp has already learned everything that happened in Desolace from the Silver Wing Sentinel, and he is also talking to his brother who has just been liberated in a dream.

   No matter what outsiders say about Black, a wave of operations in the Maraudon Holy Land really allowed the stinky pirates to blow the Cenarius family's reputation to the max.

   "Father is waiting for you 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 here to lead you to the Moonlight Woods. "

  When the pirate group came over, the demigod son stepped forward with all four hooves.

   His deer hooves and antlers, as well as his long green hair and the claws of both hands have crystals like natural energy crystals, and his body is also covered with mysterious magic lines.

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

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

   In the glade behind him, an emerald green gate of nature was slowly rotating within the vine-wrapped frame, with a pale green mist lingering on it, looking very magical.

   "We are guests, please come here in person."

  Old Niu Kane's anger has dissipated after getting the guarantee of Stone Mother. This will see that Cenarius' son is so polite, and he can't be too rude.

   He wagged his tail and glanced at the row of elf druids behind the natural demigod, who were like enemies, and said to Remulos in front of him:

   "We came with goodwill to solve the problem, Your Excellency, you don't have to worry that we will make trouble out of nowhere."

  The Jungle Guardian smiled and did not answer the question.

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

  Those warlike orcs, and this Azeroth in front of him is beating gongs in ten places, and his smelly pirate Blake Shaw in nine places.

   Judging from some of the pirate’s past actions, the relationship between him and the Cenarion Order is very complicated, and it cannot be summed up in simple hostility or friendliness.

   After discussion, the arch druids agreed that Black was not the enemy.

   But he is more dangerous than the enemy.

  The enemy only wants to destroy them, and the pirates want to use, command and control.

   "You go first, I'll come later."

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

   He turned his head and said something to Kane, Brocks and the others behind him, then pulled the old orc Drektar aside and told him:

   "Look at Grom, his breath has already begun to thicken, and I feel like he was looking at where to cut Remulos' neck to make it easier.

  Release this lunatic when the conversation is not good, but don't really let him mess around, he is not Cenarius' opponent under normal circumstances. "

"I know."

   The old orc nodded and said:

   "But you come here as soon as possible. If something goes wrong, I'm afraid the three of us won't be able to hold back. Alas, we are all old after all."

   "Don't underestimate yourself so much, you are all old and strong."

  The pirate touted a little, then left the team and took a few steps into the forest. He looked at the depressed arch druid with herbal bandages on his wrists in front of him, and said:

   "Did Your Excellency Whisperer wait for me here on purpose?"

"Um."

The mentor of Thesari Black Crow, the leader of the Druids of the Raptor, Omulon the Skywhisper, looked at the smelly pirate in front of him with a very complicated look. In the past few days, this highly respected Grand Druid is not good at all.

   After knowing that his disciple was being bullied by the stinky pirates, even though he was reprimanded by the Loa spirit in the body of Thesari Black Crow, Omulon did not give up.

   He started the tandem after returning to Moonlight Woodland, preparing to forcibly bring back his disciple Hisari Black Crow from the smelly pirate.

  If it wasn't for Black's request, Miss Black Crow returned to Moonlight Woodland as a messenger in advance, and also talked with her mentor, suppressing Omulon's anger.

  Otherwise, Rende would ambush Black today, and it wouldn't be a small scene like just now.

   With Sky Screamer's reputation in the Cenarion Order, once he chooses to join the ambush, Black will face at least five more Grand Druids and at least a hundred high-rank Druids.

  He is the leader of the way of the birds of prey in the forces of nature!

   In human civilization, it is also the status of a national archbishop, and it is really a high authority.

   "The disgust in your eyes made me tremble with fear, and I was afraid that if I went to Moonlight Woodland, I would not be able to get out. But I hope you can re-understand this matter. I have no malice towards your disciple."

  Black said in a very sincere tone in front of the sky wheeze:

   "It wasn't me who controlled the matter until today. It can only be said that fate is like this. As for the term 'pet', it's just an evil mentality of me as a big bad guy.

  You may be able to understand it as 'partner' or 'disciple', which will make you feel better.

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

   In fact, when Miss Hisari Crow is in her elf form, I can also force her to attack or defend through a hunting contract.

   This shows that the complex relationship between me and her has been recognized by the natural will, and I may really be the first hunter to tame the Druid.

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

   The smelly pirate spread his hands and said to Omulon:

   "I think, this is already 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 bad.

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

   "Don't you blush when you say this?"

  The wheezing said unceremoniously:

   "As far as I know about you, there's not a single thing that proves that you have a bottom line.

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

   My disciple talked to me a lot after returning to Moonglade, Hisari is like my daughter, Blake, I can't wait to rip your neck off at the thought of her being bound by such a humiliating relationship.

   But that was Hisari's own choice.

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

   Your Excellency Ekilsson was right that night. Considering the embarrassing situation of the raptor Druid in the way of nature, we really couldn’t give her the sky that Hisari needed to grow up.

   She follows you, perhaps reaching new heights beyond the reach of any Raptor druid.

   For immortal elves, it may not be bad luck to have such an experience. "

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

"Alas, I really can't feel at ease to call a person who gave the complete Eagle God divine power to my disciple a 'villain', I know that for a soul as free and undisturbed as you, all my advice will You are being ignored.

  I have no kinship with you, and there is no need for you to accept my opinion.

   But I have to say these words today.

  My disciple has made this noble choice that has caused her great pain, Blake, I hope, no, I beg you, not to deepen 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.

   With this, you will receive the kindness and gratitude of all Raptor Druids. I know that you are a mercenary person. This is the reward I will give you, and it is the tuition I have prepared for my disciples. "

  The pirate glanced at the item in the old Druid's hand, rubbed his eyes and said:

   "It's your first time doing this kind of thing, right?

  I don't even have to look you in the eyes, I can feel that you are uncomfortable, like an old pedant who has been upright all his life being forced to bow his head to the harsh reality.

  You chose to trample on your own dignity, but that doesn't make me feel happy either.

   There is no need for this.

   Even if you don't do me any favors, I will do my best.

  Every hunter will keep his best things for his pets, I know this makes you uncomfortable, but trust me, I am really a very qualified hunter. "

   Finished speaking, Blake leaned slightly towards Omulon, turned and walked towards the Gate of Nature.

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

   "There will be a ceremony that is very important to Hisari after a while. If you are not busy at that time, you can come to Tol Barad to watch the ceremony.

   With you, she may be more determined when she is tested by fire. "

   Omulon nodded and did not choose to refuse.

   As Black passed through the gate of nature, he passed through nearly a quarter of the Kalimdor continent in a flash and came to the Moonlight Woodland at the northernmost tip of the continent.

  This time, before Blake could take a closer look at his surroundings, he felt that the atmosphere at the scene was not quite right.

  The tauren and the orcs stood at the entrance of the Evernight Harbor, while Cenarius was surrounded by a group of Druids to greet them at the harbor.

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

   This powerful natural demigod looked at the guests in front of him suspiciously.

  The tauren chief is okay to say, but the orcs behind him have different expressions, especially the guy with the blood-red axe, who is panting heavily, staring at Cenarius with wide eyes.

   The way the orc looked at the demigod was definitely not right.

   gave the king of the forest the feeling that he was like a butcher looking at a reindeer to be slaughtered. His eyes wandered around his body, as if he was thinking about where to place the knife better?

  Rao is that Cenarius has experienced countless storms and waves in his life, and this will also feel very wrong.

   A faint sense of danger rose in his heart.

  Grom Hellscream's rising fighting intent made the natural demigod mumble in his heart, did he offend this dangerous orc somewhere?

  Why does he look at him like this?

   That orc's posture is really intimidating

   He started to rub the battle axe in his hand, as if he was going to face the axe as long as he couldn't say a word well. To be honest, it was a bit scary.

   (end of this chapter)