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Days of Courting Death in Azeroth
Chapter 1793

Sethe's Curse of Flesh

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They're all dead, all dead.

With all the Mag'har Orcs dead, Gorkan Bloodfist breathed a sigh of relief. All that remained was to fabricate a story. Without a doubt, this was yet another glorious and great victory.

After A'dal escaped, Kazzak and Doomwalker covered each other's retreats in perfect unison.

If Muru were to join Rukhmar's camp, the two sides would be evenly matched, making it difficult to determine a winner.

The Burning Legion has no obligation to risk their lives for A'dal.

Rukhmar stopped attacking and didn't give chase. Kazzak opened the Legion Portal and retreated with Doomwalker.

Only the Wind Serpent god Sethe remained.

"Haha, you've won again." Sethe uttered a vicious voice. "But do you think that's the end of it? The Army of the Light has bestowed upon me an even more insidious curse. If I die, you will suffer a curse a hundred times worse than before, for all eternity, from which you will never be able to escape."

"Sethe!" Rukhmar looked at him with Mercy:

"You are no longer of any use. The Army of the Light has abandoned you. Turn back and look at yourself now. This is not a blessing, but a curse."

Sethe flapped its wings, and large amounts of scraps of flesh fell off, like a light rain.

"That's right. After the last failure, I knew I was being used by the Holy Light, but I hate you all. I hate that you were so rational, making me look like a fool, an idiot. My hatred has transformed into a boundless curse. This time, cursed blood will be spilled throughout the entire Spires of Arak, and no one will be able to escape."

"Oops!"

Rukhmar unleashed a torrent of Glory Flames, attempting to burn away the remains of Sethe.

Sethe laughed maniacally, his body in an irregular state, like some kind of terrifying deformity.

The flesh and blood fell to the ground and darted around like living things. Rocks, sand, and vegetation that came into contact with this flesh and blood all came to life and transformed into flesh and blood creatures.

"Could this be the Curse of Flesh?" Krasus asked in surprise.

The Curse of Flesh on Azeroth was a long process, lasting tens of thousands of years, before the mechanical beings created by the Titans were transformed into flesh.

But Sethe's "Curse of Flesh" was exceptionally insane, and before long, the entire Sethekk Valley had been transformed into flesh and blood.

Entropius M'uru slowly descended, attempting to touch the spreading flesh and blood.

M'uru's dark domain was immediately eroded, showing signs of turning into flesh and blood. He hurriedly flew into the air, abandoning part of his domain to escape.

Robbie said seriously, "Ten thousand years ago, there was a record in the library of the Highborne that the power of the Moon Goddess fell to the earth, and as a result, mountains grew arms and raised their middle fingers to the sky, and rift valleys grew teeth and learned to breathe. I guess the Army of the Light is experimenting on Sethe."

Anzu shot out a large number of black feathers, attempting to annihilate the flesh and blood of the Sethekk Valley.

The terrifying thing is that when his feathers came into contact with the cursed flesh, they were immediately Corruption and turned into flesh.

Rukhmar's Glory Flames scorched the Valley of Flesh and Blood, the acrid smell of burning flesh was nauseating, but the flesh and blood were turning into blood and blood too quickly.

Anzu was surprised and stepped back, but flesh and blood continued to spread and chase after him. Rukhmar grabbed Anzu's body and flew into the sky.

"Give up, we can't change this curse." Rukhmar looked down at the Spires of Arak with heartache.

The massive explosion caused by Ner'zhul then was mitigated by the combined efforts of Anzu and Rukhmar to protect the Spires of Arak.

Anzu contributed the most, and with the help of his friends in the Shadowlands, he banished the Spires of Arak to the space between the Material Plane and Shadowlands.

"Is there really no other way?" Anzu murmured to herself.

Rukhmar shook his head. "This curse is beyond our imagination; I doubt even the Army of the Light can control it."

"Quickly, retreat!"

Vol'jin, disregarding the search for the Eye of Anzu, ordered a retreat.

The rapidly spreading flesh and blood aroused the great interest of Archmage Rommath.

Reason told him that he couldn't let curiosity get the better of him, so he quickly opened the Portal to Shattrath City.

Vol'jin, Cairne Bloodhoof, Gorkan Bloodfist, Rommath, and the Blood Elf mage from Silvermoon City all entered the Portal to escape.

Griftah didn't teleport to Shattrath with them; instead, he took out a green Hearthstone.

The Innkeeper's Daughter.

Don't doubt the innkeeper's daughter's warmth towards you; behind your back, she's equally warm to every guest.

Griftah disappeared after the Runes on Hearthstone were activated.

Terokk flapped his wings, shook his head with a wry smile, and had the chance to escape with Rukhmar, but ultimately chose to give it up.

If the Spires of Arak are destroyed, the foundation of the Arakkoa will be severed, and what meaning will there be for them to live?

Terokk landed on a nearby mountain peak, overwhelmed by exhaustion. He found a cave and fell into a deep sleep, awaiting the arrival of the Curse of Flesh.

Robbie looked up and saw Rukhmar fly higher and higher until she disappeared from sight. He murmured:

"Finally, everyone's gone. It's my turn now."

Robbie threw the Fragment of the Moon Goddess's Hand into the flesh-covered Sethekk Valley.

From within the Valley came Sethe's terrified screams:

"What is this? Damn it, take it away, save me!"

The transformation of flesh and blood in the Sethekk Valley ceased. In the blink of an eye, it seemed as if a thousand years had passed. The flesh and blood rotted, decomposed, and finally turned into dust.

Robbie and Krasus entered the Sethekk Valley, where the Wind Serpent god Sethe had turned into a stone statue, its features clear and lifelike, gazing unwillingly at the sky.

Many years ago, Sethe looked up at Rukhmar soaring in the clouds, and then looked at his own short wings, struggling even to fly to the top of the mountain.

Jealousy clouded his judgment, and he was manipulated by the Holy Light, leading to countless tragedies.

In the very center of the Valley, Robbie found the Shard of the Moon Goddess's Hand.

It's twice as big as before.

Vol'jin, Cairne Bloodhoof, and others were teleported to Shattrath City and received a hero's welcome.

The people of Shattrath City decorated their city with lanterns and colorful decorations to welcome the heroes' victorious return.

This was a grand celebration prepared by Gorkan Bloodfist before the Mag'har Orcs even set off.

Vol'jin had no interest in attending this sham celebration. He took Cairne Bloodhoof, Rommath, and the others to the most luxurious Scryers Inn in Shattrath City.

"We failed to obtain the Eye of Anzu; we have let down the expectations of the great Savior Thrall." Vol'jin looked solemnly at everyone. "You must come up with a plan."

Rommath shook his head helplessly and said, "The Spires of Arak have been swallowed up by the Curse of Flesh, and I'm afraid the Eye of Anzu will not escape the same fate."

"I do have an idea," suggested a Blood Elf mage under Rommath. "Thrall know what the Eye of Anzu looks like?"

Cairne jumped up in fright. "What did you say? Are you going to create a fake Eye of Anzu to deceive the great Savior Thrall? This is betrayal, tantamount to destroying Azeroth!"

Vol'jin looked up, stopping the impulsive Cairne, and after thinking for a while, said:

"This might be a good approach; we should prepare for the worst."

Rommath lowered his voice and said, "Although Thrall doesn't know what the Eye of Anzu looks like, it will be very difficult to keep it from Eitrigg."

Vol'jin curled his lip and said dismissively, "Eitrigg is nothing to worry about. He only relies on professionals. As long as we find better experts, we can definitely fool him."

"Who is the best counterfeiter in Shattrath City?" Rommath asked.

"Griftah," someone answered.

Upon hearing the name, Vol'jin gritted his teeth in anger and muttered a curse:

"Damn liar."

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