Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 263 82. A black coat, not everyone can wear it, chops!

  In the middle of the ruins of Nightshade Town, which was shrouded in darkness and engulfed, a guy in a black robe spread his arms, and in the blood flowing from the bodies of the sacrificed dead, he declared in a muddy voice:

   "The doctrine of light and shadow is great. It teaches us that under the light of the Holy Light, we should not be arrogant, but we should make a balanced journey, bringing together people who are dazzled by the sun and cause thinking.

   That enchanting and great power should not be applied to ugly slaughter and bloodshed.

  The war is over.

   We should devote more energy to walking between light and shadow, and we should devote more pure devotion to master the true potential of ourselves and our companions. "

   "Unfortunately, the person who proclaimed this great doctrine to us, the forerunner who led us on the path of light and shadow, the great and wise Archbishop Natalie Selin, has devoted too much energy to waging war.

   She arrogantly took the sacred relic of light and shadow as her own, and refused to share more knowledge of light and shadow with those of us who walked with her as before.

   I regret to inform you that our leader has been addicted to power.

  She has become the kind of person she once hated the most.

   The kind of extremely real person who interprets domineering and arrogance, ignorance and conceit.

   she blocked us

  No, she hinders the development and growth of the doctrine of light and shadow, and she will greedily grasp the only opportunity for those who are blinded to gain insight.

   She is stopping those in need and continuing to gain knowledge and power. "

   The voice in the dark was a little lower.

   In the long silence, in the throbbing of flames in the darkness, the man in black continued to declare:

   "Archbishop Natalie is a great man, but we must stop her from slipping to the other extreme, and unfortunately we must kill her to continue gaining that precious knowledge and power.

   And share this knowledge and power with those who need them more.

   I have heard the call of the holy artifact"

   The man's low voice, after a few seconds, suddenly became high-pitched, as if he had received some kind of revelation, like a hoarse voice.

   he shouted in a growl:

   "Xal'atath whispers to me, whether I'm awake or in my sleep.

   The oracle is guiding me across the line between light and shadow, telling me that with the power of light and darkness, I can achieve a great future.

certainly.

   Doing this comes at a price

  We walk in the dark, there will always be a price.

  Whether it is the evil spirit of the orcs, or the great man who was our leader, but is no longer pure, we should all pay the price, we should all belong to the light and shadow.

   Like one who walks in the abyss, walks the path of balance.

   We have lost a devout companion tonight, and she conveyed to us Natalie Selling's answer that the archbishop refused to hand over the relic.

   She declared war on us.

   She used her supposedly great power as a weapon to target her former companions, unforgivable!

   Ladies and gentlemen, the time for war has come.

   Just tonight.

  In the name of light and shadow, we challenge! "

"boom"

   At the moment when this "moving" speech came to an end, at the moment when the group of people in black robes were cheering, a piercing gunshot suddenly pierced through this sneaky and weird darkness.

   The frenzy that the man in black robe evoked through language, at the moment when his emotions were at their peak, when they should have been vigorous, was like a chicken strangled by the neck.

   The sound of the gunshots that sounded at the most damning time made everyone in front of the altar draw their weapons in an instant.

   There are enchanted one-handed warhammers, staffs that once shone with holy light, wands adorned with stars and twinkling dots of light, and books of dark tomes held in their hands.

   everyone here

   are all spellcasters!

   "Sorry to interrupt your assembly, but I have something important to tell you. Also, the speech just now was wonderful, my friend, I was fascinated by it, and I decided to excerpt it.

   In the future, when the war is going on, it will boost the morale of my incompetent subordinates. "

   The pirate who shot a shot in a very unpleasant manner, with a gun emitting pistol in his hand, emerged from the shadows, and the peeled shadows were like smoke, wrapping around his body, like extremely stretched fluff.

  Black looked at the group of eyeing spellcasters in front of him.

   He took something out of his hand, threw it out, and landed on the blood-stained altar in front of the leader, splashing a few clumps of blood.

   That is a holy emblem of the Church of the Holy Light.

   is not an ordinary holy emblem.

   It can be distinguished from its primitive appearance and the warm light it emits in the dark, this is a holy symbol that only high-level priests are qualified to hold.

  Each piece is an important collection of the Holy Light Church, from the pioneers of the faith who have made great contributions to the Holy Light when the Holy Light doctrine was passed on in the past 2,800 years.

   This holy emblem proves Black's identity.

   also reduced the hostility of this group of weird black-robed spellcasters towards him.

   "I'm not telling you, it's very dangerous to listen to some voices to direct you to act. You must be careful when listening to those voices.

  The priests of Stormwind Kingdom. "

  Black walked forward and said:

   "While you are sleeping and waking up, the chattering in your ears is not necessarily the Holy Light or some oracle, but may also be a demon from hell.

  Well, don't show that hostility, friends.

   I know that you are the experts at distinguishing between good and evil and saving souls, I am just a layman.

   So, please forgive my insincere words.

   I just like to talk nonsense. It’s an old problem that can’t be changed. "

   Pirates stood a few meters in front of the priests.

   He cleared his throat and said:

   "I came to Duskwood on the orders of Alonthos Fao to investigate the disappearance of Natalie Selin, the former Archbishop of Stormwind Kingdom.

   His Holiness the Pope is very concerned about his proud disciple, maybe you can tell me her whereabouts. "

   Speaking, Blake glanced at the altar in front of him.

   The head of the refugee lying in the pool of blood was just on his side, those eyes that were indifferent and dazed, still filled with disbelief and fear, were looking at Blake amid the burning flames beside him.

When    looked at each other, Black quietly switched to the title of spirit hunter.

   In the next instant, he saw the soul kneeling beside the corpse, covering her face and crying bitterly. Most of her soul body had been infected by some kind of purple-black magic power.

   is like a sacrifice, being devoured bit by bit by the malice spread here.

   "The envoy of the Pope?"

   These strange black-robed priests exchanged glances with each other, and finally the one in the lead coughed a few times and made a gesture to let everyone put away their weapons.

   He said to Black with the gentleness of a clergyman:

   "We welcome the arrival of Mr. Messenger, and we are more than happy to assist you in the tragic incident involving Archbishop Natalie Selin's loss of control and her fall into the darkness.

   As you can see, we are discussing how to save her soul from the darkness.

   We know where she is.

   But she holds a... um, dangerous weapon with terrifying dark magic in her hand, and before she seizes it, Archbishop Natalie Selin will probably not be able to capture it.

   If you go alone, it is likely to cause quite a troublesome situation. "

   "It's okay, His Holiness the Pope sent me because I'm good at dealing with trouble."

  Blake looked away from the corpse on the altar. He looked at the black-robed priests in front of him, and said in a relaxed tone:

   "I also have a lot of experience fighting dark things.

   You just need to tell me where Natalie is, and I will go immediately and deal with the fallen who will affect the reputation of the church and the Holy Light’s righteous faith!

   But before that, I have a small question that I would like to ask you all. "

   "Please, Mr. Messenger."

   The black-robed priest leader took off his black crown and showed a very consistent and infectious smile. He introduced himself:

   "I'm the bishop of the former Redridge Mountains Diocese of Stormwind Kingdom, and I'd love to answer all your questions."

   "Very well, then I'll ask."

   Black smiled and said:

   "I heard just now that you are discussing a mysterious doctrine of light and shadow. It is said that it is to maintain a balance between holy light and shadow. It is really amazing to come up with such a wonderful idea.

   You must be very wise.

   But before I go hunting for Natalie Selling, I have to make sure you can be trusted.

   Keep it simple.

  I must confirm that you are on my side and the Pope.

The    test method is also very simple.”

  The pirate snapped his fingers and said casually:

   "Come on, one person throws a Holy Light spell on me, isn't it difficult? Any official priest can release the basic spell of this holy light."

This very simple request,   , caused an unspeakable silence.

   The priests who put away their weapons just now will silently pick up their weapons again.

"Ugh."

  Black shook his head, he took out the hilt of the flaming sword from his arms, thought about it, put it back, and took out the Ulthales Death Hand Scythe from his luggage.

   fell to the ground with a bang, facing the black-robed priests who surrounded him, he put his eyes on the godless eyes of the corpse on the altar again.

   He heard the helpless cry of the soul that was kneeling beside the corpse, wailing endlessly, being swallowed by the void.

   She is not very old.

   The appearance of 20 years old is the best in my life, at the same age as a flower.

   "Please allow me to wear this black coat to protect the light."

  The pirates whispered the words of Natalie Selling's farewell letter to Pope Fao.

He says:

   "It's easy to put on black clothes. It's not difficult to walk into the dark. But serving the light in the dark, you **** kneeling in the dark, are you worthy?"

   "whoosh"

  Blake's murderous voice fell for a moment, and three arrows came from the commanding heights of the ruins of the town, instantly extinguishing the burning torches around them.

  The roar of the wolf, the roar of the dog.

  The coldness of the soul-eating sharp blade cutting flesh in the dark night, the explosion of the flying arrow piercing the head.

   The night that should have been quiet was shrouded in harsh noise.

Twenty-two seconds later, a wisp of flaming sword edge, like a torch, lit up in the dark town center. In the pungent **** smell, and in the dark night of returning to peace, the expressionless Blake walked to the altar side.

   He reached out and closed the blank eyes of the corpse.

   raised his head and said to the soul on the altar being swallowed by the void:

   "Take me to Natalie Selling and I'll set you free."

"boom"

   In the dark night behind the pirate holding a torch, the sound of a knife beheading his head came crashing down.

—

   Outside the ruins of Nightshade Town, in the southern hills, about fifteen minutes later, in a dead cemetery shrouded in darkness.

  The pirate waved his scythe as promised, and divided the soul that had been swallowed up by the void in two. Instead of handing it over to Ursalus, he violently destroyed the soul in a rude way.

  The grayish-white mortal wound wrapped around Blake and dissipated in the wind of the night.

   Beside the pirate, Nathanos Maris with a chilled face raised his hand to tie a ball together, his bleeding head smashed in front of the tattered chapel wrapped in dark power.

"boom"

  When more than a dozen bundled heads landed, the scene was amazing.

   Blood was everywhere. There were anger, fear, and unwilling ugliness in the eye sockets of those heads, and they rolled in front of the church, making the ruins dirty.

   "Natalie Selin!"

Black was leaning on the hand of death, and five purple soul fragments turned into a shield of soul extraction, wrapped around him. Beside him, Nathanos was already holding a bow, with ruby-honed explosive arrows on the bowstring. .

  The pirate shouted to the church wrapped in magic before him:

   "In the name of Alonthos Fao and the Church of the Holy Light, with the power given to me by the Pope, I come to judge, or to redeem your soul!

   You have nowhere to go.

   Now, come out with the WMD in your hand. "

"Ha ha."

   A hoarse, rather magnetic voice came from the broken chapel, seemingly enduring great pain, she asked back:

   "Then, Lord Inquisitor, what standard do you plan to use to judge or redeem me?"

   "I just crowned the Pope and executed a group of heretics who were not firm in their beliefs. It's boring to listen to them brag about such clichés as walking in the dark and guarding the light.

   It turns out they are a bunch of chops, and I'd love to have you surprise me and prove you're a man of your word. "

  The pirate said softly:

   "I'm not just your inquisitor, Natalie Sellin, I'm your executioner, your jury, your burial, and your Requiem.

   Come out and cast a Holy Light on me. "

   "If you can do it, I'll take you back."

   "If you can't do it, I'll take your body back."

   "No matter what, no matter what the ending is, you can go home, so you can say thank you in advance to me."

   (end of this chapter)