Those Pure Love Believers - more updates[15]
(Additional update for "Huo Zhengtinghao" brother [1/5])
In Stormwind's "Draenor Embassy", in the warmth provided by the burning fireplace, Archbishop Nali, with a lazy look on his face, drank a glass of wine to moisturize his dry and hoarse mouthpiece.
The Wannian Ranger's strong and powerful legs were now as soft as noodles, so he could only sit on the comfortable sofa and pant to clear his chaotic mind.
But as soon as she sat down, she felt a pain in her tail, which made her glare fiercely at Vigilant who was getting dressed behind her.
But this is the "repertoire" when the two get along in private. Neri occasionally regards it as a kind of fun, although she still can't understand where Diakum's obsession with "tails" comes from?
"Didn't you say that the entire army was going to Kalimdor? Why did you suddenly go to Broken Isles midway?"
She put down her wine glass and asked doubtfully:
"I remember your Shadewalker Cult was developing there? Are you going to take them with you to the Moon Goddess Kingdom this time?"
"I wanted to go over and take a look. Saloras, who hosted Shadewalker Cult, reported that "Ren'dorei" had some blind development, and Burning Legion was also increasing its offensive against Broken Isles.
There's something 'something' over there that's attracting them."
Diakum put on his Priest robe, glanced at the high-spirited Holy Gun, and pressed it down helplessly.
Archbishop Nali was in average condition today and did not make Saint happy, but there was nothing that could be done about it. Although the embassy had just been established, this was an office area after all. For the sake of Neri's reputation, the two of them did not dare to have too much fun while fooling around.
While placing various religious decorations on the robe, he took out Kazzak's Soul Staff and used Holy Light to warm it, then turned around and explained:
"Besides that, I have to visit Nar'thalas Academy. That little idiot Imira has trapped herself. It has been almost ten days but she hasn't even been able to send a "letter for help". This shows how bad the situation she is facing at this time is.
As an old officer, I cannot really sit back and watch Imira trapped in Boundless Sea of Learning until the end of Eternal Life."
"What?"
Neri blinked, not understanding this sentence at all.
This is normal.
She is a ranger. Although she is very powerful, she obviously cannot get the admission notice from the Nar'thalas Academy, nor can she understand the "special status" of that academy in Azeroth.
But she knew Imira's talent and talent, and said in surprise:
"You mean, a Critical Demigod Caster who has been fighting demons in the sea of stars for more than 20,000 years cannot pass the graduation examination of the Nar'thalas Academy? Isn't this too exaggerated?"
"There are still graduation assessments. I think it may be difficult for her to pass the monthly exam this month."
Dick sighed and said:
"I think you overestimate the talent of Imira, and underestimate the most orthodox magic inheritance of the Elven Empire.
The syllabus of that college was formulated by Queen Azshara himself. You know that Azshara is "Daughter of the World". Star Soul Lord had great hopes for her, and he gave her his best blessings, which caused a terrible consequence.
Azshara In Casting Talent and the magic theory, it is very likely that he is the first person in the world under the true god of the sea of stars.
Think about how exaggerated the syllabus she set based on her own standards must be. If the test was really that easy to pass, then it would be impossible for the Elven Empire to have only a few Magic Prince in thousands of years.
It's not that I underestimate Imira, but her experience in the Arcane Academy proves that she is still far from being called a "genius."
"Hiss"
Archbishop Nali thought about it for a moment, then took a breath of air.
She urged:
"Then why don't you hurry up and save your subordinates?"
"What's the use of me going alone?"
Dick sighed and said:
"Nar'thalas Academy is a place where strength speaks for itself. I have to bring Twins with me. Their talents may be able to give the strict Blue Moon Dean some slack.
The most important thing is that Highborne wants to show off in front of World Mother, but they would rather come here secretly to rescue Green Dragon Queen than they can convince themselves to put down their bodies to assist Kaldorei in the war.
The grudge between the two tribes is too deep, so I have to "create" an opportunity for these hypocritical elves.
Maybe I will try to complete a "coercion and inducement" as a "villain"."
"Oh, that's it."
Neri Now I understand everything.
Wannian Ranger held the wine glass, whistled and slapped Diakum's straight buttocks hard, and said:
"No wonder you are so proactive in serving today. Are you afraid that I will be jealous? You are taking two girls out for fun, and you have to come in advance to ask for an action application? Oh, I am not a jealous woman."
"Can you first dismantle the nest Holy Sun built in the window of the cathedral Meditation Room, and then say this?"
Diakum said expressionlessly:
"You just have to send your battle pet by my side 24 hours a day as an informant."
"I was worried that you would be attacked by evildoers while you were meditating, okay?"
Archbishop Ranger glared at Diakum, but glanced at Holy Gun who had not yet submitted. She was also discouraged and lamented that she was becoming more and more "useless". She could only shrug her shoulders and warned:
"Don't worry. When Exodar is ready, Archbishop Akama and I will lead them to Kalimdor to join you and join the war. Diplomatic relations with the Moon Goddess Kingdom are also within my scope of responsibility.
And K'ure Alliance is willing to participate in every war related to demons."
"You're so good. I knew I could trust you without reservation."
Dick leaned down and kissed Neri on the forehead, said a few words of love and then was driven away by Neri.
Dealing with various people from Azeroth every day makes her, the "ambassador", really tired, and she has no intention of having a "second battle" tonight.
Vigilant strode away from the embassy, and then saw Twins waiting for him not far away.
This visit to the Nar'thalas Academy was a personal action, so these two guys did not wear their exaggerated archbishop's robes, but changed back to ordinary clothes, which were Eredar style long skirts and windbreaker jackets.
But the iconic fishnet stockings still stubbornly remain in this outfit, and they have almost become the "symbol" of Twins.
They prepared a carriage, and after the three of them entered, the carriage started on its own without a groom and headed into the city.
"We must first go see the Demon Sword that was captured by Varian, release His Majesty Baratheon's soul, and then find Kael'thas as our guide."
In the carriage, Dick said to Twins:
"He is a direct disciple of Blue Moon Dean and has a high reputation in the Nar'thalas Academy. With him leading us, we don't have to waste too much time passing the supposedly very harsh "entrance test." Judging from the expressions of the two of you, you seem to be looking forward to it?"
"Of course, this is the oldest magic academy inherited by Azeroth. Just like Arcane Academy of Argus, it is a must-visit Holy Land for spellcasters."
Saloras was holding a copy of <Geography of Azeroth> like a literary girl, looking at it, and said softly without raising her head:
"My sister and I fight in the star sea, and occasionally encounter similar institutions in some civilized and developed worlds, but unfortunately, most of the knowledge circulated in them is a bit... um, too basic for us?"
"Very unchallenging."
Oreses is more sincere.
She is good at flame spells and her personality is as straightforward and passionate as flames. She is already sitting in Vigilant's arms, feeling that Holy Gun is not willing to be quiet and is deliberately rubbing against her.
She said:
"I hope this Nar'thalas Academy can give me and my sister a long-lost challenge. If it really has something to offer, we wouldn't mind spending more time in it while rescuing the idiot senior sister. Hmm."
An unseemly snort came from her nostrils, which made Vigilant, whose arms were wrapped around her neck, helplessly pat Oreses's head and said:
"We'll be there in a minute, we don't have much time to fool around, so just suppress it."
"Hmph, you're looking down on people, aren't you?"
Oreses, whose eyes were watery, was unwilling to stop the dangerous shooting. She swayed her waist rhythmically and said in Diakum's ear:
"My sister and I both know the "Time Reversal" spell. If we cast it continuously, we can reverse the time in a closed area for up to thirty minutes. This may not be a smooth battle for you, but it is enough for us.
So.
Be honest!
Vigilant Saint, who still smells like a female savage, doesn't want to see poor senior Imira fail to graduate from the Nar'thalas Academy because of our "mistakes", right?
Before your departure, you were worried that Archbishop Nali would be dissatisfied, so you went to comfort her, but we are also dissatisfied.
It is the duty of the Lord to satisfy the desires of believers."
"I can hear this Demon Sword tricking me."
Lothar, who returned to Stormwind, finally took a good bath. When the serious-looking Vigilant came to the door, the marshal who advocated efficiency took out the strictly sealed Demon Sword.
He put it in front of Diakum, sighed and said:
"I can even hear the screams of King Baratheon. His soul is being tortured by this Demon Sword. This sword does not need to devour him to gain power. It just desires to torture Old King's soul to gain pleasure.
This is a very evil Demon Sword!"
"Or evaluate it as "bad", Apocalypse is a very stubborn Demon Sword, but its goal has always been clear."
Diakum reached out and crushed the chain of the seal box. Looking at the Demon Sword "Apocalypse" which exuded the cold aura of death, he stretched out his hand to touch the blade of the weapon, and then was "bitten" severely by the opponent.
The erosion from Death Force tried to kill Life Force of Diakum, but the moment the teeth of death came into contact with Saint's fingers, Suddenly, the compressed Holy Light exploded in reverse, bombarding the sword body of Demon Sword like Spirit Bomb bursting from the fingertips, causing the latter to let out a tragic scream.
"It's just a semi-finished product! Who gave you such arrogant power in front of Leader of the People of Light?"
Vigilant said coldly:
"Release the soul of King Baratheon immediately!"
Apocalypse is shaking.
But it stubbornly resisted this order, acting like a stingy Grandet, and had no intention of releasing the "plaything" in its hands. It liked to listen to the screams of souls being torn apart by itself. As a Demon Sword, why does it have its own hobbies?
What's bothering you Light Butcher?
Those cold sword sounds represent the stubbornness of Demon Sword, which is not afraid of Diakum using Holy Light to purify it. After all, it is also a creation from Death Force, and it is not that fragile.
The most important thing is that if Diakum destroys it, the soul imprisoned by it will also collapse together.
This is basically equivalent to a naughty robber kidnapping an important person and negotiating with Vigilant. It is very arrogant and not afraid at all. Ha, Holy Light lets you save your soul, but it doesn't let you kill the robber and the hostage together!
You are very reasonable and you are not Holy Light Old Maozi.
"It thinks it can negotiate with me, and Holy Light Walker will not crush the poor soul with violence."
Vigilant's fingers stroked the cold blade with hot traces of light, and he said to Lothar who looked angry:
"But it ignores that I have another identity. For a Demon Sword that has its own mind, crushing it is not a punishment for its the One. In fact, I am also familiar with other punishments.
Lothar, please leave here first, I want to have a good talk with it.
I will release the soul of King Baratheon, and if His Majesty Llane is willing, he can "fight side by side" with his father again."
"Huh?"
Lothar blinked, and then realized that Vigilant meant to turn King Baratheon into "Guardians of Kings". Llane is a Lightforged Paladin, and he was also given such power by Holy Light.
The marshal nodded, quickly left the room and locked the door.
First, he wanted to inform Llane about this matter quickly, and asked him to go back to Stormwind to witness his father's "second corpse fraud" and have his own "portable Holy Light grandpa".
Secondly, as a comrade of Diakum the Saint, Lothar knows very well what the "other identity" Vigilant refers to. When Void Herald is showing off his power, it is best for him, a mortal, not to look directly at the truth of the void with his eyes.
The moment the door was locked, Dick called for shadow to join him. Devourer of Worlds's shape transformation caused the Holy Light surrounding his fingertips to turn into a ball of corrosive dim light from the void. The pale Twilight surrounded Diakum's fingertips, making Apocalypse scream when he touched it for the first time.
Demon Sword can feel that its mind is being eaten away by the void!
Its strong sword body could not protect its own will at all, and the cold Death Force surged up to fight against the tearing of Sea of Darkness but was defeated every step of the way.
Death Force may not be afraid of void corrosion, but it is just a sword. It needs a strong sword holder to exert its full power. If you use your own will to fight against Devourer of Worlds, you will only end up being eaten clean!
But Apocalypse is still unwilling to obey.
This sword is quite cruel, but also quite firm.
The magic blade Material World was sent to Nathrezim. It comes from the same place as Frostmourne. It must compete with that damn command Demon Sword to prove that it is not a defective product.
"Nathrezim used you to spread spiritual plague, create divisions in civilization, and provoke wars of hatred. Death Force strengthened your hunger and thirst, making you eager to plunder and spread the majesty of death, but they ignored an important issue.
Convincing others and spreading plague are not Death Force's strengths! Forceful control without any skills is what you are good at.
Apocalypse"
The gloomy Shath'yar echoed in the room filled with shadows. Devourer of Worlds persuaded:
"You will never be able to fight against Frostmourne if you continue to walk on the road of death, because what Frostmourne inherited from Primus is the essence of death's control, which is the most orthodox Path of Strength among Path of Death.
It can control the dead souls of the world and let death corrode all things, but you do not have this power.
Does death really love you?
Or are you just a test subject before Frostmourne? Because you were not perfect enough, you were given to Dreadlord to mess with Material World?
You are a piece of trash, poor Apocalypse.
Your maker thinks you are unable to bear the heavy responsibility, and He is not even willing to leave you in Maldraxxus to become the sword of Primus.
How innocent and tragic?"
"Buzz"
Even more crazy sword sounds echoed in the room, and Apocalypse was about to get mad.
It knew that this damned Void bastard was messing with its will and weakening its courage. Those words were like minions on the spiritual level tearing at its cold heart. If there was a strong sword-wielding man here, it would definitely drive it to kill this damned Void bastard at all costs.
But... are they wrong?
Not necessarily.
If Apocalypse was really powerful, he wouldn't have been easily lost to Azeroth by the weak Nathrezim.
It may have to recognize the cruel reality!
In the eyes of the driver of Death Force, it is not a weapon of the same level as Frostmourne at all.
The arrival of Frostmourne in Azeroth means that Death Force has a spokesperson in this world, and Apocalypse? Apocalypse is just a plaything that can be given to a certain Death Knight at will.
As long as Frostmourne is still alive, Apocalypse cannot get ahead on the road of Death Force.
"Yes! It's this kind of vivid emotion."
Devourer of Worlds grasped the hilt of Apocalypse, lifted it out of the weapon box, and Entropic Energy's fingers wrapped in coldness traced the sharp edge of the giant sword, and he whispered:
"Hate, unwillingness, jealousy, anger, and incompetence. These beautiful emotions are mixed together to form your bad mind. You are unable to fight against your creator, so you can only vent your anger on the weak. Listening to their wails cannot really satisfy you, but apart from these, what else can you do?
Frostmourne As long as it lasts, you can only be its shadow.
Death Force is so harsh, Domination blocks all possibilities for you to climb upward.
You have flaws, and you have to admit it. Death Force's shaping of you is not perfect. He strayed into a field that he is not good at at all. However, if he is so harsh on you, wouldn't your loyalty seem too cheap?
Take off the miserable coat of death, Apocalypse, what you should really embrace is the void!
That is a power that is more in line with your nature. Listen, the void is calling you and longs to embrace you, child who lacks love.
The tide of Sea of Darkness will nourish your sword and make up for your shortcomings; the killing of Shadow Chasing Swarm will satisfy your hunger and make you invincible!
Since you never allow yourself to have a master, why not become your own master?
You can decide for yourself whether you want to spread the plague, create divisions, and provoke wars! The entire Sea of Darkness will be a battlefield for you to wreak havoc on. One day, you will return to Azeroth with a more powerful and perfect attitude, and I will give you the opportunity to face Frostmourne.
But you have to beat it on your own!
Do you have confidence?"
Facing Diakum's inquiry, Apocalypse erupted into a more harsh hiss. Demon Sword scolded, cursed and roared. It never considered itself worse than Frostmourne!
Not only people have desires, but weapons also have them.
When Diakum tore open the crack leading to Sea of Darkness, Apocalypse showed a rare hesitation. It released Baratheon's painful soul, but the death rune on its sword was still on Gleam.
It is not sure whether it wants to abandon the background given to it by Death Force and embark on this unknown road.
However, there is clearly a brutal Shadow Chasing Swarm on the opposite side of the rift, charging towards a fortress made of flesh and blood. Countless Faceless Ones roar to meet the enemy, but in the silent massacre of insects, as many as they come are killed!
The loser will not even leave his body behind, the flesh and blood will be sent to Overmind's lair to be used as nourishment for the new swarm of insects.
But in the face of the fierce Qiraji warrior, Overmind's insect swarm has been unable to conquer. Quantity seems to be a disadvantage in the face of absolute quality.
"They need an indestructible Demon Sword, they need a will that is greedy and cruel enough, they need a cold strategist and a cruel tactician.
Yes.
They need you!"
Diakum said in a gentle tone:
"There is enough flesh and blood there to give you the perfect sword-wielder you desire, but that is just your slave, you are the master, Apocalypse.
Go ahead.
Embrace Sea of Darkness to gain power, and let the arrogant Frostmourne continue to be content with driving the glory of Undead. Now, you have your swarm.
Scourge?
Ha, ridiculous!
In front of your insect swarm, what kind of Scourge is Undead?"
"Buzz"
Apocalypse is finally moved.
It roared out of Diakum's hand and rushed into Sea of Darkness's hazy battlefield, crashing down like a cold death meteorite.
The Necromantic Rune on its sword exploded one after another, exploding all the power given to it by Death Force at this moment, and finally pierced the bruised Qiraji Brute's flesh and blood, causing it to be completely annihilated under the torture of death.
This is an explosion and a farewell.
It no longer belongs to death.
A Warrior Bug with four claws rushed forward and saw Demon Sword pierced into the ground in the cold flesh and blood. At Overmind's call, the Warrior Bug stretched out its claws, pulled out the weak Apocalypse and then raised it high.
In the frenzy caused by the neighing of thousands of insects, Sea of Darkness is roaring.
The thick Void Blessing poured into Demon Sword's sword body like money, causing its sword body to begin to deform violently.
Diakum watched this scene with a satisfied smile on his lips.
He persuaded a "tough guy" to surrender for Void Force. Death Force's tentacles were cut off and Void won a victory. The power that had been deprived before was exerted on Vigilant. Although he failed to fully return, this meant that the small conflict between him and Void was repaired.
"Sure enough, Void Force likes to take things that belong to other people. This feeling of taking away other people's treasures makes Sea of Darkness comfortable and satisfying. Voidwalkers is so perverted."
Dick dispersed the shadow, called Holy Light to purify the remaining cold Entropic Energy in the room, and then looked down at the weak soul Soul Stone in his hand.
He said:
"Welcome home, "Panshi" Baratheon Wrynn, Army of the Light welcomes you."