Rise of the blood elves

387【Demon Sealing of the Cursed】

The magic power consumption of these two simple apprentice-level spells, Slow Fall and Invisibility, became the last straw that crushed the essence of the Sunwell.It could no longer maintain the balance between self-recovery and assimilation by shadow energy. Xal'atath seized the opportunity and released more powerful shadow energy, overwhelmingly breaking through the Sunwell Essence's numerous defenses and invading Angmar's Body.

"Xal'atath"

As soon as he landed, the dark whispers echoed in his ears again.

Angmar was well prepared for this, and immediately used a mental shock on himself. A tearing pain suddenly came from the depths of his soul. In the severe pain, he couldn't help but kneel to the ground, and his whole body couldn't stop. I was trembling, but I finally woke up.

Even though this loss of magic power will cause a series of catastrophic consequences, it is a last resort.

This is the quickest way to reach the platform and enter the treasure house. Corruption's long drive does not leave him any time to find another way.

He withdrew the last trace of Sunwell Essence in time and allowed the shadow energy to flow freely in his body.The body gradually loses control of itself. In the corrupted vision, the color of the world has changed. The curling tentacles reach into the sky. Flesh sprouts cover the mountains. The grand scenery of the snowy mountains of Kun-Lai Mountain has turned into a terrifying land of flesh and blood.

In a daze, behind the open treasure house door, the invaders and guards were fighting fiercely, and the passage filled with Titan defense facilities also turned into a path of no return leading to the dark abyss. It was eerie and terrifying, and the mogu corpses everywhere were alive. It came over, its body covered with dancing tentacles, its eyes dull, its fangs dripping with strong acidic saliva that corroded the ground, and it came so darkly, it was so frightening that you couldn't help but want to turn around and run away.

Angmar knew that Xal'atath was behind all of this.He forced himself to ignore the terrifying vision in front of him, and based on his mental perception, he used his mental power to forcibly control his body, making himself stand up like a puppet on strings, and staggered toward the door.

"Why are you resisting my blessing?" As expected, a terrifying female voice sounded from the bottom of my heart.

It is the dark will in Xal'atath's Blade of the Dark Empire.

This ominous blade is made from the claws of the ancient gods, condensing their essence and condensing their essence. However, no one can tell whether the so-called "claws" come from the four known ancient gods, let alone the parasitic... What kind of ancient existence is the dark will above?

In the process of being held by the hero, she will comment on many things she sees and hears, and her past high status is faintly revealed between the lines, and she even comments on the Titans and the other four ancient gods.

Through her few words, people understand a fact:

There seems to be some kind of competitive relationship among the several ancient gods parasitic on the planet Azeroth. In the end, only one can successfully swallow the entire world and merge with the Titan's star soul, becoming the final source of the endless destruction of the void forces. Powerful tool.She even expressed her disdain for N'Zoth, the only remaining ancient god. "It's so ironic that the weakest one actually became the final winner."

She also called these ancient gods "my brothers", so that people began to wonder whether she might be the fifth ancient god who was eaten by other ancient gods to strengthen herself in the early days of her advent.

Of course, these are all unconfirmed speculations.But Angmar understands that no matter what the origin of Xal'atath is, the dark will that exists in it will be his biggest enemy now.

"Your body is very weak and needs the strengthening of the shadow. After all, this body is my new home. Don't worry, I will treat it well."

As he spoke, the corrosion spread to his head.Corruption began to march towards Angmar's spiritual space, accumulating outside the many mental barriers he had set up, secretly accumulating strength.

Time was running out and Angmar quickened his pace.

Now he can still control his body with his mental power, but in less than ten minutes, as more and more shadow energy invades his body, Xal'atath will turn his back and completely take away everything that originally belonged to him. , then there will be no way to survive.

"You should be able to see the reality clearly. Once you enter this Titan building, the shadow energy on this body will trigger the defense mechanism. We will all be killed by then, why should we go in and die?" Xal'atas said in a very relaxed tone.

As the embodied origin of the void, Shadow is the enemy that the Titans swear to destroy, and its priority even exceeds the opposing origin evil energy in the order field where the Titans exist.Xal'atath was right. Thousands of years later, although the mogu no longer respected their former responsibilities, they began to discover the secrets of the shadows to master more powerful power, and even used it to transform parts of the mogu mountain treasure house. For now, this secret vault is still pure.Not to mention that the defense mechanism will kill him immediately, the Mogu warlord soldiers and treasure house guards along the way will also do the same.

But Angmar would rather die than be corrupted.

"Consider yourself first. I really want to see if a void creature lingering in a dark artifact can be as calm as me when facing death." Angmar retorted without stopping.

"Stupid."

"Not only that, I think I can take you to the core area of ​​this building before you completely take away this body. The device there is enough to kill me and you all. Why don't you let go of my soul?" Let me go, you can play with your new home, how about we don’t waste any time?”

"Oh, it seems you have given in. Why don't you bluff?" The female voice chuckled. "No, your soul is much more valuable than this body. I will not let you go. I am honored. We The stubbornness is so similar."

"Then we shall die together."

Having said that, Angmar couldn't help but become suspicious.

Faced with the coming "purification", why is Xal'atath not afraid at all? Of course, Angmar is not stupid enough to think that the dark will in Xal'atath will reveal this emotion in his words. This may be the other party. I don’t know if it’s due to the power of Nalaksha’s engine, but could it?

The Nalak'sha Engine is not as powerful as he thought. Even if it can suppress the Blade of Xal'atath's Dark Empire, it cannot completely kill it.

At this time, a group of mogu armed with various weapons happened to ride on the winged quilin and landed on the platform, brushing Angmar's shoulder and ran into the treasure house gate.The invisibility spell concealed the senses of these mogu people, and no one noticed his existence.

Angmar forced himself to follow.

Since he only took over the body for a short period of time, Xal'atath cannot control it beyond Angmar's will.He felt the resistance of his body, but under the forcible control of his powerful mental power, his body still stumbled into the door.

Xal'atath spoke nonchalantly, but his actual actions clearly expressed his concerns about the purification.

After entering the grand treasury gate, it seemed that the presence of shadows was sensed. The mogu statues standing proudly on both sides of the wall holding spears and looking like guards all lit up, releasing an inexplicable wave.

Angmar only felt that something was pulling on him. While continuously absorbing the remaining magic power in his body, he purified the shadow energy in his body. After a while, some overgrown and corrupted joints grew from the skin. It was annihilated by life and death, but disappeared with it, as well as a few ribs.

"Does it hurt?" Xal'atath played with his taste and launched an attack on Angmar's spiritual space.

After neutralizing all the opponent's attacks, Angmar asked: "It hurts, how about you?"

"It hurts me too," Xal'atath smiled sinisterly, "but you will definitely die first. Your soul will be annihilated together with the shadowed body, and although I will suffer some damage, I can still survive. form until the next holder picks me up."

"Your actual actions are not as easy as you say."

It seems that someone is well aware of the defense mechanisms in the treasure house and has used various methods to shut down most of the devices.The passage is full of messes, the walls are covered with weapon marks, or residual traces of arcane magic. The ground is covered with Mogu corpses or stone fragments, belonging to treasure house guards and intruders.

Looking at the costumes and emblems, these invaders seemed to come from different warlord factions. As they passed through several branch nodes, they vaguely saw bright spots in the distance. After feeling the cool air blowing against their faces, Angmar realized that there was more than one entrance to the Mogushan treasure house. , soldiers from other warlord factions entered from other entrances.

It was a rebellion, but no mogu felt that way.

These warlords who no longer believe in the way of order only want to use the precious knowledge and transcendent devices in the Titan ruins to enhance their military power.When the curse of faith ravaged us, where were the Titans and where was Raiden, the former master and guardian?

After stumbling for a while, my eyes suddenly opened up.

This is a magnificent hall. Hundreds of intruders are blocked in the hall by a group of huge quilins, a kind of stone life created by the guardian to assist the mogu in fighting. They are shaped like lions and full of symbolic meaning. near end.A stalwart mogu who was more than ten meters tall and wearing heavy armor stood among dozens of mogu guards and groups of quilins, glaring at the incoming man with his eyes spitting fire.

He is obviously one of the leaders of the defenders, and his size alone can intimidate many warlords, making them afraid to step forward.

"These pitiful people would rather live in their old ways than accept the blessing of the void. Your way forward is blocked. Wait, after a while, I will be able to completely control you." Xal'atath smiled sinisterly.

Angmar gritted his teeth and looked into the distance. Even in his prime, he would not dare to slip under the eyes of that powerful being. These warlord soldiers were not so bad.

Can only wait.

"You rebels dare to disobey your master's will," the stalwart Mogu shouted angrily. The sound was so loud that even the walls were trembling.

"Mo Feng, your master no longer exists. Hand over the key to the treasure house, otherwise you will end up like these loyal fools." A warlord stepped forward and kicked away the severed heads of the guards on the ground, grunting, grunting, The severed head rolled in front of the guardian known as "Devil Seal".

"Ha, come on then. I want to see how you young people are going to take off my head." Mo Feng stomped his big foot, the ground shook violently, and the Mogu statues around the hall suddenly came to life. Holding the sword in hand, they pressed unstoppably towards the invaders, and the battle was about to break out.

However, the warlords of the three parties obviously have the same strength but different opinions. No one is willing to take the lead and let each other reap the benefits.