Tall Burning Legion buildings stand majestically, green evil energy flows freely, busy Dread Lords can be seen everywhere, and charming succubi smile seductively, adding a bit of gorgeous color to the place.
After escaping from Icecrown Citadel, the Dread Lord Varimathras took Merry back to Winterwind Academy.
Varimathras held the soul of the original divine envoy in his hands. Because of the green-haired kobold, he couldn't sell it for a good price, but Varimathras didn't want to give up.
The secrets of the moon god Elune must be hidden in the memory of the original angel. Although the Scourge has interrogated the original angel, Varimathras believes in his own abilities.
"I need a torture chamber and a lot of evil energy." Varimathras ordered with an evil smile.
Meili looked at the languid Primeval God, worried about the consequences of offending the Moon God, and said tactfully: "Sir, the Primeval God is so weak, I don't think I can ask anything useful."
Varimathras guessed what Merry was thinking: "You are worried about the moon god Elune. Don't worry, you have made outstanding contributions to the Burning Legion. You can definitely move to the planet Argus. Besides, you are a member of the Burning Legion."
Man, the moon god Elune doesn’t dare do anything to you.”
Meri did not dare to disobey the order and prepared a torture chamber.
In the pool in the center of the torture chamber, green evil energy was bubbling. Varimathras placed the soul of the original divine envoy in the center of the pool and said with a greedy smile:
"I hope to obtain the inheritance of the moon god Elune. The Scourge Legion only tortures souls. They are just childish. Their methods are far worse than our Burning Legion."
The green evil power enveloped the soul of the original god. With the invasion of the evil power, the soul of the original god gradually became dignified. The evil energy gathered together and soon turned into a huge orc. This is
A body made of pure evil energy.
The original god opened his eyes with great effort and looked around in panic:
"Dread Lord, aren't you afraid of the wrath of Elune, the Moon Goddess? What have you done to me?"
Varimathras smiled evilly:
"You don't feel that your soul is full of power. I helped you repair the damage to your soul and obtained a temporary body so that you have the strength to communicate with us."
The original divine envoy gnashed his teeth in hatred. The most terrifying thing about evil energy was pollution. Although the original divine envoy's weak soul had recovered somewhat, it was actually the soul that had been irreversibly polluted.
Even if a soul that is no longer pure has a chance to escape from here, its strength will be greatly reduced. After all, the power of the Moon God is completely different from the evil energy of the Burning Legion.
"Damn Dreadlord, you will not die well."
Varimathras smiled nonchalantly: "Don't be so persistent. I thought I resisted evil energy at first, but after you accept this power, you will understand how powerful evil energy is. Maybe one day you will too."
We will become a member of the Burning Legion, and we will fight side by side."
"This is absolutely impossible." The original divine envoy's attitude was very firm.
Varimathras shrugged regretfully:
"I feel your determination. It turns out that you are so loyal to the Moon Goddess Elune, but do you think the Moon Goddess will save you? You have been locked up in Icecrown Citadel for many days, and the Moon Goddess has not come to rescue you. Even less so now.
I will risk offending the Burning Legion to save you. Let me guess, maybe for some reason, Elune, the Moon God, wants you to die."
The original divine envoy sneered: "You can never shake my loyalty to the Moon God."
Varimathras smiled sinisterly, his face was twisted, cold and ruthless, making people shudder.
"Then don't blame me for being ruthless. You are very loyal to the Moon God. No amount of torture can make you give in. But what if you become a madman? A madman doesn't know what loyalty is."
The Primeval God's heart trembled, and Varimathras stretched out his claws to control the power of evil, constantly polluting the Primeval God's soul and destroying his will.
The First God Envoy let out a terrifying scream, and as his soul twisted, his body also continued to change.
Countless eyes appeared on the body of the original god, and five different heads, various arms, and seven long tails grew.
In the end, the original divine envoy turned into a ball of flesh, covered with various vague organs. Merry was horrified to see it, which meant that the original divine envoy's body and mind had been completely polluted.
"Tell me the secret of the moon god Elune." Varimathras asked.
The insane Primordial God made all kinds of strange sounds, most of which could not form sentences. Varimathras listened carefully, and occasionally used the dark hypnosis that the Dread Lord was best at to lure the Primordial Angel into giving the answers he wanted.
Varimathras summarized carefully and recorded useful information on paper.
This high-level interrogation technique was beyond the comprehension of Merry, but Varimathras was obviously a master who knew how to find valuable information from broken sentences and quickly obtained the desired results.
Varimathras wrote this line:
"The moon god Elune holds power firmly in her own hands. The messengers and favored ones are only users of power and do not know the secret of power."
This made Varimathras a little frustrated, but another interrogation result attracted him.
"Elune, the moon god, wants Azeroth to be filled with death, including orcs, and the Alliance and Horde will die as much as possible."
What does endless death mean to the moon god? Varimathras was puzzled.
Dark Temple, in a gloomy underground cell.
Tick tock! Tick tock!
Jaina listened quietly to the sound of dripping water. Her hands and feet were tied to the iron frame. The many days of torture had made her nerves extremely fragile. She was most worried about hearing "Let's have some fun."
Mistress Shahras, this ruthless female demon likes to torture Jaina the most. The specially made whip was whipped on Jaina's body, bringing with it burning pain and a soft and itchy feeling. Unknowingly, Jaina actually liked it.
It feels like being whipped, and I feel a little bit of anticipation.
Occasionally when she wakes up, Jaina realizes that the purpose of Mistress Shahras is to completely destroy her body and mind. Time is running out and she must resist.
The elemental power in Jaina's body has been sealed, but there is still a little bit of special magic left, and that is the power of charm.
Charm is a spiritual magic. Even Malfurion, who has lived for more than 10,000 years, will fall into the charm technique taught by Aegwynn. Unfortunately, it is useless for women.
Fortunately, Jaina found an opportunity. Akama the Breaker accidentally passed by Jaina's cell. With a few sweet words and a pitiful expression, Akama was successfully tricked, and Akama agreed to secretly let Ji go.
Anna.
Finally, when it was time for the demons to rest, Akama quietly walked into the cell and opened Jaina's cell door using the stolen key.
A fiery red figure appeared behind Akama, it was Prince Kael'thas.
"Akama, you lost. In the Storm Fortress, I fell under Jaina's charm. Do you think that the steadfast Draenei will never fall under the spell? Look at what you are doing?"
Kael'thas snapped his fingers and lifted the charm from Akama.
Jaina's face turned pale, and once the charm was lifted, she would hate the caster a hundred times.
Akama looked confused, scratched his head and said, "Kael'thas, I don't have a partner."