Chapter 322 12. Elf and Ogres · Those who can share secrets are true good friends
"Zuluhed is dead!"
The whisper of the void echoed in the ears of Arakkoa Sage Eska, with a hint of schadenfreude.
Xal'atath casually plucked the heartstrings of his "little pet" and whispered to it:
"The poor guy's soul was split into three, the part belonging to the devil was burned to ashes by Vigilant, the part belonging to death was mercilessly snatched away, and the last third was devoured by his greedy magic sickle.
Hehe, I've told you before, magic weapons like Uthalesh, the Deadwind Harvester are not worth relying on at all!
The crazy soul that lives in it has a terrible ambition. It doesn't care how long Zuluhed has served it. It has forgotten the loser and tasted the feast, and is eagerly looking forward to the service of the next victim.
You can't imitate him, Eska, don't get involved in the power you can't control."
"Yes, dear Xal'atath, I will definitely follow your teachings."
The sage Arakkoa, who was holding Blade of the Black Empire and guiding Void Magic, replied respectfully.
At this time, it is connecting Sea of Darkness with a crazy physical body, and is constantly introducing the erosion of the void into the body of Dragon King Ysera who is suffering in front of him. It must first pull out the Fel seed that led Dragon King to fall, and then put Void Seed into it.
Because Zuluhed's desperate resistance gave Eska enough time to cast the spell, it had already entered the second stage of mental corrosion with the help of Xal'atath.
In order to lead the drowsy Ysera into the embrace of the void as quickly as possible, Xal'atath even resorted to "self-mutilation". As a "pioneer" host, Blade of the Black Empire was like weathering, dripping dark debris every second.
This fully proves that Xal'atath actually has "selfishness".
She seems to be tired of living a hard life hiding in this dagger, and is eager to find a strong enough "body" for herself.
Ysera the Dreamer was stripped of Titan's power, and at this time she suffered from primitive degradation and became unconscious. She only needed to take this opportunity to erase her original memory and consciousness, and she could easily defeat the powerful Dragon King's mind, and create a perfect "resurrection" while devouring her soul.
Although Xal'atath didn't say anything, this "Void Herald" clearly felt that his "peer" was coming with force.
She also has her own deep-sea family. In theory, the entire Naga Empire is her servant, but a "faith broker" must be self-aware. Once she really inserts her hand into the deep sea, N'Zoth will definitely not be happy.
Old Gods desire to devour the world, but Xal'atath has no such goal.
She and Old God are just collaborators who seem to be inseparable, so when facing Diakum, a "choking" guy, she does have too few cards at her disposal.
But it doesn't matter!
As long as he occupies Ysera, as long as he becomes "Green Dragon Queen", Green Dragon Legion, which is now disabled, can become his extremely strong base in an instant.
What a great plan!
"Boom"
Just when Xal'atath was having a sweet dream in the void, a sudden explosion made her and her little pet turn around at the same time, and then they saw Warlord Margok, covered in blood, crashing into this deep dream in an embarrassed posture.
For Ogre Warlord to be in such a miserable state, it can be seen that it did encounter something quite dangerous when it was exiled into its own nightmare just now.
But it's not the only one coming.
Next to him, Kael'thas Sunstrider, who was holding his body up with a broken staff and a bent magic sword and panting, was equally embarrassed, but the perfect Prince wanted to maintain his grace under any circumstances.
Therefore, although his robes were now transformed into beggar's clothes, some of his long golden hair was burnt, and his fair face was stained, as he took out a very familiar handkerchief and wiped his face, all his embarrassment returned to its best condition in an instant.
Well, the magic handkerchief that can quickly deal with most bad situations is a must-have for home travel and you deserve it!
Perhaps it was fate that pushed these two guys competing for Staff of the Guardian to be here at the same time.
When the two raised their heads, they were shocked by the huge, ferocious and majestic dragon body of Ysera, but the next second, the two powerful spellcasters noticed Eska and the bewitching dark blade in its hands.
"They are pouring void into Green Dragon Queen!"
The two heads of Warlord Margok shouted:
"I have seen the traitor Cho'gall use such a spell. This bastard wants to lead this powerful Dragon King into the void. Okay! It turns out that there is such a secret hidden in the dreamland of this tower."
"They must be stopped. This is not just for Mr. Guardian's Holy Staff, Mar'gok, but involves a missing Dragon King. This is already a major event that threatens the safety of the world."
Kael'thas glanced at the curved long sword in his hand, shook his head and threw it to the ground. He threw away the broken staff and then activated his real "killer weapon".
As the flames rose, three Verdant Orb floated from Kael'thas's shoulders and head like luxurious decorations, instantly replenishing his missing magic power and suppressing Magic Addiction who was on the verge of breaking out under the torment of that damn nightmare.
These three magic balls are secret weapons specially made by Phoenix Guard for his grandson-in-law using the core crystal material of Sunwell. They can not only store magic power but also be used as spell-casting weapons to enhance the magic destructive power of Kael'thas.
"I knew you were hiding something good just now and didn't use your full strength, you cunning elf! Well, I really appreciate you more and more, Kael'thas."
Mar'gok laughed a few times.
It no longer hid it, threw the Ogre Holy Sword in its hand back into the bag, took out the <Book of Medivh> with a backhand, held it up in its hand, and let the page automatically rest on a sealing magic without wind.
It's hard to say whether this book really came from Medivh's writing while he was awake, but what is certain is that in addition to the various powerful forbidden magics recorded in the book, the grimoire itself is also a first-class spell-casting item in the world.
Mar'gok spent a lot of money to rent the right to use this book from Khadgar for fifty years.
"Come together and interrupt their spellcasting!"
Wizard Head waved his hand and injected arcane energy to cast the forbidden seal, like an invisible blade cutting off a part of the void's containment and blockade on Ysera. While it was chanting, another head said to Kael'thas:
"The divine power of Arakkoa and Vigilant you are attacking is bombarding the dreamland. This place will soon be broken. As long as they wait until they return to the real world, no matter what they plan to do, they will end in failure."
"Okay."
Kael'thas cast a spell with his bare hands, and Phoenixfire flew out from his slender fingers in a more vivid and aggressive manner, aiming directly at Shadow Sage Eska.
This Arakkoa is not an easy person, otherwise it would not be possible to be given important tasks by Zuluhed. It is still connected to Sea of Darkness at this time, allowing all the magic of Warlock to be transformed into void corrosion. Coupled with the increase of the Blade of the Black Empire, it already has some of the momentum of Dark Archon.
Facing Kael'thas's Phoenixfire, the Shadow Sage did not dodge or evade, summoning the Devouring Mouth of the Void to launch a counterattack. The mental oppression and tearing of the magic made Kael'thas a little miserable. The most important thing was that he discovered that the Shadow Sage on the opposite side had somehow triggered his "Magic Addiction".
That unbearable hunger eroded Kael'thas's will like poison, making it difficult for him to cast spells accurately and even heard a strange wisp of Phantom Sound:
"Elf, hehe, your greed is your greatest weakness, the darling of fate Kael'thas Sunstrider, on the day you were born, I watched you in the shadow of Quel'Thalas.
No matter how strong you are, you are only as weak as you are!"
Xal'atath's voice continues to penetrate into Kael'thas's spirit. This is an erosion that even if the five senses are closed, it cannot resist. It is like an invisible hand constantly pulling at the hidden dangers hidden in Kael'thas's body and spirit.
Like a poor deminer, the purpose is not to eliminate diseases, but to detonate the "bomb" hidden in all High Elf bodies.
"Eska, ignore everything else and continue the ceremony!"
Void Herald, who always had an ambiguous attitude, issued a serious order for the first time. The energy derived from the void created a "dark carapace" around Arakkoa to protect it from the Arcane invasion of Warlord Margok.
Eska was stunned for a moment, feeling that it should run for its life now.
After all, Zuluhed is dead, and he will definitely not be able to escape humanity's liquidation, but this thought was killed by himself within a second.
Escape?
Dear Xal'atath is trying to buy time for herself. How can I leave her and run away alone? I have already lost my true love, in Skyreach. Poor wait, what is the name of my true love?
Why did I forget the name that should have been engraved in my mind forever? I should.
No!
Wrong!
None of this matters!
Xal'atath's orders and her desires are the most important.
The Shadow Sage quickly completed his self-persuasion, turned around and rushed towards Ysera, who was being awakened by Warlord Margok. He held Blade of the Black Empire and started the void erosion again. This time, he even more desperately called for the power of Sea of Darkness, using himself as the node, pouring into the powerful body and spirit of Ysera like a tidal surge.
The Sleeper screamed in pain, and she could feel that her unclear reason was being roughly torn to pieces.
And this pain symbolizes that her spirit is being controlled by Void Reassembly, and there is only the last step left before the will Xal'atath hopes to see.
Soon!
It's almost done.
The entire dream was quickly shattered and shattered under the ruthless blow of Holy Light Judgment. They were accelerating their return to Material World. Warlord Margok realized that the situation was critical. Ogre Shaman gritted his teeth and stopped trying to wake up safely. When he flipped through the magic book in his hand and came across a forbidden technique that could shake the soul, he chose to release it without hesitation.
But when this magic was activated, Mar'gok's expression changed drastically.
There's something wrong with this mana consumption!
This is definitely not the magic written by Medivh. It must be some forbidden soul spell left by Dark Titan. It drained Mar'gok's mana almost instantly, making several Titanforged Runess crumbling, but it was still released successfully at the minimum.
Under the roar of Wizard Head, the spiritual shock that turned into reality hit everyone present like a heavy hammer.
The weakest Eska spurted out a mouthful of blood on the spot, and the void infusion ceremony was completely interrupted. Ysera was also bombarded and his spirit immediately showed signs of awakening. Kael'thas was also able to get rid of Xal'atath's void entanglement with the help of severe pain.
The pale Kael'thas, who was tortured by the rolling Magic Addiction, gathered his magic power into Phoenix flames and smashed towards Eska.
The Shadow Sage stared at him, showing no fear. With the help of dear Xal'atath, it will definitely be able to defeat this sad little white-faced elf.
Yes, as long as you wield the powerful Invincible Blade of the Black Empire, as long as you wield it. Huh?
Eska waved empty.
The Blade of the Black Empire that was supposed to be in its claws was missing, and the erosion caused by too much contact with Sea of Darkness made it unable to avoid the Phoenix flames flying in front of its eyes. It could only watch as the glorious Phoenix hit itself, and it was like falling into the Purgatory sea of fire for an instant.
Amidst the tragic neighing, Eska turned around with difficulty, and saw Blade of the Black Empire embedded in the scales of Ysera's leg.
The dark weapon never seemed to move, as if it was there from the beginning, as if it had never been held by Eska.
When did you insert it into the Ysera scales?
When you needed me most, dear Xal'atath. abandoned you?
The pain of the burning fire made Eska's whole body tremble. It felt as if it had an illusion. It saw Ysera flapping its wings and roaring up to the sky in the green glow. It saw in the shadow of Dragon King, a beautiful and familiar female Arakkoa waving her paws to it, as if saying goodbye.
She is so sincere.
Just like she once escaped from the seal of Titan Keepers during the chaotic night of Ulduar caused by Loken.
Just like she lured Gurubashi Trolls Zandu to release the sleeping Kihixx, causing chaos in the Zandalar Empire and then mysteriously disappeared.
For example, the night before Azshara faced Dark Titan, she inexplicably disappeared from Empress's palace treasure house.
For example, in the glorious palace of Quel'Thalas, she quietly disappeared after witnessing the quarrel between Farodis and Dath'Remar.
In countless dark nights in the corners of history, behind the scenes of tragedies that have never been recorded, Xal'atath is everywhere, and Void Herald follows you like a shadow.
The most recent time was probably when Xal'atath watched the tragedy of the dwarf War of the Three Hammers with cold eyes. She watched with her own eyes as her obsessed confidant Black Iron Witch Queen Modgud had his head smashed by Wildhammer High King.
Just like now, she allowed the poor Arakkoa, who was deeply in love with her, to be burned to death by Kael'thas's fire.
She is not heartless, and even feels that this scene makes her extremely satisfied.
Just like the black widow spider after preying, when life disappears because of herself, when disaster breaks out because of herself, she will be happy to eat it, and she will feel like she has been reborn!
Xal'atath is generous to every friend who holds it, but unfortunately, Void Herald will not have an owner.
"Don't even think about it!"
The elf prince's roar was accompanied by a precise Teleportation Spell, sending him into the body of Ysera, which was flying high into the sky.
At the moment when Xal'atath was hit so hard that his soul fell, Kael'thas grabbed hold of Dark Dagger that was inserted into Green Dragon Queen's scales, and pulled it out while shouting while holding back a splitting headache.
The dragon's blood splashed everywhere, but it cut off the corroding tentacles of darkness.
At this moment, Void Herald's corrosion conspiracy was completely defeated!
"You damn barbaric elf! Curse your soul to have no rest in Magic Addiction!"
Xal'atath, who had always been extremely charming, let out a scream that broke her guard, but then she made a decision. She pulled her dark ritual away from the dagger, but did not integrate it into the body of Ysera, who had not yet completely fallen.
Vigilant is outside, this land is no longer safe!
She must escape from here before her dangerous "comrades" discover her. Her greatest advantage lies in her plan and actions hidden in the darkness. Once Recklessness appears in the light, Diakum can crush her to death with a little finger.
"Fly, Ysera, fly!"
Xal'atath's dark consciousness turned into a wisp of corrosive wind, quietly disappearing into the broken dream, but leaving behind a vicious void whisper in Green Dragon Queen's chaotic spirit, soothing her restlessness:
"Good boy, spread your wings and fly! Go back to your Warm Darkness nest, who is your most trustworthy friend? It's me, dear Ysera, only me."
"Ah"
Below, in the land of constantly shattering dreams, Shadow Sage Eska finally woke up from the burning flames and saw Ysera rushing out against the rain of light from Judgment. It finally realized what it had done during this time.
But death has come and it has no chance to do anything.
At the moment when the body and soul died, it could only see a pair of dark eyes, looking at it indifferently in the shadow under the sky.
"Anzu ah."
It struggled to stretch out its claws that were burned to bones and prayed:
"Take me away, I'm too far away from home"
All that responded to it was the fall of a black feather covering the world, just like another shame in the history of Arakkoa was drawn to its end.
"Uh"
Kael'thas, who was caught by Warlord Margok with magic power as he fell, fell down as soon as he hit the ground and curled up.
He no longer had any noble or perfect demeanor. At this time, he was trembling like a poor addict. He felt very cold, bone-chilling cold, and there was a hunger and thirst from the bottom of his heart and body.
He needs magic, any magic will do.
As a child born under the light of Sunwell of Quel'Thalas, he was born with the same hidden dangers of Magic Addiction as other High Elfs, but Kael'thas was taught moderation since childhood, and his Magic Addiction has never exploded in the past thousand years.
This gave him the illusion that he would never be defeated by Magic Addiction.
However, the greed and desire that was completely detonated by Xal'atath's final blow at this moment were constantly bombarding Prince's shaky mind.
There were countless voices in his heart screaming for him to get some magic power to relieve his craving. There were even terrible thoughts emerging. Kael'thas felt that if anyone could give him some magic power at this time, he could even give him anything.
Any!
"Pa"
With a slap on the face, Kael'thas tried to use this method to calm down his boiling mind that was about to explode.
Then he stretched out his hand and tremblingly touched Verdant Orb, who was falling next to him. But in the next moment, he was lifted up into the air by Mar'gok by his collar.
"What's wrong with you? Is this your elf's Magic Addiction? What a terrible disease!"
Ogre Warlord stared at the dull-eyed Kael'thas with a shocked look, and scolded:
"I just planned to treat you as a trustworthy friend and traveler on Arcane Path, but you showed me your most desolate side? Haha, most of the perfect prince's filter was really broken at this moment.
No wonder Diakum is so disappointed in you. He has said more than once that you are unreliable.
Look at the coward you look like now, Kael'thas, how do you look like the great hero who just saved Dragon King?
Give me some dignity!"
The prince shed tears of humiliation.
He also knew how pathetic he felt now. He had seen with his own eyes those tribesmen who had become inhuman due to the torture of Magic Addiction. He had sworn that he would never allow himself to fall into that miserable and undignified energy hunger.
But the facts prove that Kael'thas underestimated the harm of Magic Addiction and overestimated his own will.
"Magic, I need. Magic"
He whispered:
"Help me"
"You remind me of the ugliness of those Ogres addicts who are obsessed with Bloodthorn. Do you know how I would deal with those embarrassing guys? I usually just chop off their heads to give them a decent appearance and give other Ogress a warning!"
Mar'gok threw Kael'thas on the ground, then took off the Titanforged Runes suspended above his shoulder, threw it to Kael'thas, then took the three Verdant Orb from Prince, erased the magic imprint on it without any psychological burden, and then threw it into his luggage.
But Ogre Shaman did not touch the Dark Dagger brought back by Kael'thas. Even though the evil spirit living in it had escaped, the Blade of the Black Empire itself was still a terrifying magic weapon.
Mar'gok Greed is greed, but it cherishes life.
It will not put itself in the miserable position of having to choose between its future and its power.
Ogre Warlord carefully sealed the dagger with the sealing box, and then looked at the messy and shattering dream in front of it, and whispered:
"Don't absorb magic power! Don't give in to your evil nature! If there is a first time, there will be a second time. Don't have too much confidence in your own mind when facing this kind of addiction. I don't take your things in vain, I'm here to watch you.
You don't need magic! What you need is to suppress this terrible addiction.
Don't worry, Kael'thas.
I won't tell you, and I won't despise you for it.
Your situation is not something you brought upon yourself, it is your racial hidden danger. Ah, the internal problems of Azeroth, which looks glamorous on the outside, are more serious than I imagined.
However, the world is getting more and more interesting."