Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 217 36. Competitive games do not need hands (fog)

  Tirisfal Glades, in the Mystery of Tyr's Fall.

  Legendary priest Alonzos Fao, following Blake's guidance, is doing his best to guide the pure holy light that he has been practicing for many years into the silver hand warhammer in the temple.

  The golden torrent of light was like a beating torch, lit above the warhammer, and like a golden waterfall, it constantly swayed a golden, holy light outward.

   But the enlightenment and giving of this power is not one-sided.

  Her Majesty Fao gave himself the warm, powerful, rich and compassionate holy light, and gave this ancient artifact warhammer without reservation.

   This god's blade also sensed the will of salvation in Fao's heart.

   It gave back quickly.

   Under the gaze of the pirates, a vision of golden wings like angel wings began to appear around the old priest.

   That is the change in form of power.

   At the same time that Fao's holy light power and the divine hammer converge, this artifact is also imparting to him the advanced knowledge from the **** of courage and the titan creations.

   These obscure knowledge is being learned and transformed to bring the Holy Light within His Holiness the Pope into a more holy form.

"Right, that is it!"

  The pirate looked at the streamer that was constantly fluttering in front of him, and he shouted to the old Pope, who was already wrapped in golden light and could barely see his figure:

   "Hold on, Your Majesty! Perseverance is victory! Don't begrudge your holy light, give it! Give it all! It will give back to your supreme knowledge."

   while shouting such insincere slogans.

  Black tore the scroll of the Hand of Fate in his hand.

  As the scene in Karazhan's cellar is reproduced, the moment the scroll of the Hand of Fate is torn open, it turns into quicksand with strange power and wraps it around Black's left hand.

   turned his left hand into that blue mummy-like mummy again.

   And in his right hand, he held Ursalus in the form of the hand of death.

The moment    rushed into the dark lair, the two troll ghosts who had been following the pirate screamed and fled back into the skull hanging on the pirate's chest with a whistle.

   They were terrified.

  The two cowardly guys, far away from their homeland, once again felt the torment of the void that they felt in Uldir, the heart of darkness.

   Don't blame them for being timid.

   The scene in front of me is a bit too amazing.

   The moment he stepped into this lair, Blake's character card had several more negative states, such as Soul Impact, Void Dark Energy, Shadow Demon Lock, and so on.

   In his mind, a sneaky voice also floated. It was like a group of rats whispering in the ear, which greatly interfered with the sanity, but also slowed down the speed of the pirates.

   In front of him, in the rolling darkness stood a behemoth.

   Thoradin the Great described it as being as high as a hill.

   This is no exaggeration at all.

   This guy is at least 40 to 50 meters tall, and any slight movement will cause strong vibrations in the crypt.

  While it has such a huge size, it also has extremely twisted, arthropod-like features. It looks like a large beetle walking upright, and it is covered with thick and corrupt dark purple horny.

The    arms are the lobster's claws, the heavy scaled tail, and a head that resembles a mix of bees, ants, and octopuses.

  's eyes shone with chaotic and tyrannical light, and with each attack, they shouted a series of weird roars, like the words of a guy who didn't wake up when he was snoring.

   is very rhythmic.

   But no one understood.

   But it doesn't matter, this guy doesn't speak so that others can understand, that dark voice carries a soul shock, and every time he shouts, it will detonate a vicious plague on the enemy's mind.

  It's ugly and dark.

   It is exactly that after the creator created all the creatures in the world, he squeezed the remaining scraps together at will to form a monster like it.

   It's like fish, octopus, ants, and crabs who frantically mess around after a terrifying drunkenness. Unloved freaks.

   The malice of the world seems to be gathered on this guy's form.

   Just one look at it is mental pollution.

   It is powerful.

   But it is covered with scars, especially on the back. The fatal wounds that were devastated by Tyr, the **** of courage thousands of years ago, have not healed up to now.

   But this does not mean that the monster in front of him is more powerful than Tyr.

   In fact, two monsters like this besieged Tyre at the beginning, and Tyre was not in full state at the time. This incident involved the betrayal and backstabbing between the Titan creations, which was quite complicated and tangled.

  The level of brilliance is not inferior to the absurd plot of the third-rate knight novels handwritten by the down-and-out wizards in Dalaran City.

   "The sword on its head! See it?"

  The pirate threw out the hook lock, jumped to the side of Dassault, who was just kicked by the monster, and took the round shield in the hand of the great knight in his hand, protecting it in front of the two of them.

   In the next instant, the thorns composed of terrifying shadow energy roared and pierced the surface of the round shield, pushing Black back several steps, but failed to hurt him and Dassault.

   It is a thing that Odin used, and the quality is not good.

  Black turned his head and shouted to the octopus-like shadow demon old lich who was throwing ice storms and cleaning up the octopus-like shadow demons behind him.

   "Draw that sword! It has lived with the void for three thousand years, and it protects the mind and traps it with your invincible magic, Merry! Are you not a ruthless lich?

   Let's see how cruel and evil you can be! "

  When the pirate called out, the old lich immediately raised his left hand.

   A magical hand that would be used by a mage threw it out, crossed nearly 100 meters, and was grabbing the hilt of the steel sword stuck in the head of the dark monster.

   As Meri injected more magic power, the steel sword was pulled out in the sound of thick and disgusting blood and the sound of the skull shattering amid the screams of the monster.

  The magic hand is quite peculiar. It is just a magic trick. It is usually used by mages to deliver tea and water, or to create a sense of mystery.

   But at the critical moment, this magic can make quite amazing scenes.

   Like now.

  For example, a few years later, another mage nearly killed Deathwing with his magical hand.

   "Bangdang"

  The drawn, gore-covered steel sword flew over, rubbing the armor of the great knight, and piercing the ground. Dasuohan immediately pulled it out and held it up in his hand.

   At this moment, all the dark sounds in my mind were swept away by the power of the steel sword.

   He could feel a call of rage echoing in the magical steel sword of the barbarian king.

   But unfortunately, he is no longer a warrior. After converting to the teachings of the Holy Light, he has taken a different path, and he can no longer answer this call of anger.

   This made him feel lost.

   "Replace anger with holy light, and swing your sword forward! You are a warrior of holy light, holy light protects your heart, and anger equips your strength. Swipe the power of punishment, Saidan!"

   The Pope's call sounded in the darkness at this moment.

  Let the great knight take a deep breath, wrap his scorching holy light around the steel sword, and rush forward to the monster calling out a shadow storm in front of him.

The   golden light is extremely dazzling, like a fiery knife cutting through the darkness.

  The pirate held the round shield in one hand to resist the mental shock from Krasis, and waved the war sickle in the other hand, easily slicing the shadow demons coming from all directions.

   He can't beat dangerous bosses, so it's not a big problem to deal with mobs.

   In such a guard, the old Lich finally completed his long spellcasting. As his staff pointed forward, an extremely cold ice stream whistled, rising from the ground with three ice chains.

   pulled the giant monster's body in place.

In the downward swing of the staff again, it gathered into a mass of meteorites made of ice, and smashed down towards Krasis. At the moment of collision with its tough dark carapace, it turned into thousands of pieces of ice, smashing the dark things. Legs torso freezes.

   The last is the ultimate blow of mystery and obscurity.

  The eyes of the old lich floated a strange dark light, as if guiding a force that did not exist in this world.

  When the staff touches the ground, with the blue death rune, around the creation of the void, a withering magic power that constantly devours life force is created.

   This move is called death and decay.

  The culmination of the evil magic of the liches.

  Under the gloomy control of the old lich, the huge torso of the Void Creation that was included in the death and withering kept shrinking, like a rapidly decaying tree.

   Its cursed life force is constantly being greedily drawn by the energy of death.

   Until the end, the flesh turns to ashes!

   But such an extraordinary attack still cannot destroy the body of this guy. It was forged in the abyss. As long as the soul does not die, the body will never die.

  Even if it is slashed by the scorching holy light, even if it is destroyed by the decay of death, it can survive until it devours the flesh and life in front of it and saves it from extreme weakness.

   Destroy this tomb again, and apply the dark will of the master on this land under the sun!

  All things!

   will be absorbed into the void.

   Twisted and fallen is the only way to the blessing of darkness.

   "Hehehe"

   The Krasis, who was constantly drained of vitality, was bound to the death circle by the ice chain of the lich, and it seemed to give up the struggle.

   But as the cold wind picked up, a murky spirit was born from its decaying husk.

   It was a shape without any shape, a strange shape like an octopus, a shape of a soul uglier than a shell.

   It is very weak, unable to overcome these difficult flesh and blood in the material world.

   But it doesn't matter, it still has the battlefield of the soul.

  Blessed by their masters, they are all good at smashing the mind and twisting the soul. On the battlefield of the mind, the beliefs of these mortals are worthless, and their armor is meaningless.

   "Waiting for you, come, let's play a game."

The pirate who had been beside the lich all the time, saw that this degenerate thing had launched a soul attack, and immediately threw out the chains, holding the divine shield, and with a dashing attitude, he landed on the dark alien body between the virtual and the real. forward.

   The latter opened his big mouth full of sharp teeth, and immediately bit down on the overbearing pirate.

   to devour his soul in one bite.

   And the pirate's response was rather terse.

   He stretched out his left hand above his head, and as the left hand of the monstrous blue mummy spread out, he shouted:

   "I announce that the guessing game of fate begins!"

   "Om"

   The hand of destiny exerts its strength, wrapping the surrounding everywhere with the power of strange divinity.

   "Scissors, Rock. Paper!"

   In the playful cry of a child, Blake stretched out his left hand, which turned into a scissor, while the dark soul rushing over his head ignored it.

   It's going to make this weird capped pirate a delicious snack.

   Opponent abstained.

  Blake wins!

   "Whoosh"

   The divine power of the Hand of Fate comes together like an invisible pair of scissors cutting forward.

   In the sour sound of flesh and blood, the big mouth that bit his dark soul was cut from the upper and lower sides outwards, and its sharp points were closed.

   cut off one-tenth of this dark soul in an instant.

   It screamed and kept backing away in pain.

   And the soul fragments that were peeled off and fell off were smashed by the pirates with their war scythes.

   He did not turn the souls of these abyss into experience conversion.

   These things are "covered with poison" at first glance. God knows what will happen after they are taken. Let's give them to the war sickle of Usalus, who can't help but enjoy them.

   "The second round is still a guessing game, start!"

  Black grinned, raised his left hand, and waved it forward again.

   The rules of the guessing game are simply to die for.

   Any intelligent creature knows how to play.

   Although the Krasis in front of him is a creation of the abyss, it does not mean that they have no wisdom. When the pirates launched the second round of the fate game, it also wanted to respond.

   Then, it found a terrible problem.

it.

   No hands! !

   (end of this chapter)