In the dream, Wrathion seemed to have returned to the hometown he dreamed of, running freely on the prairie, enjoying the blue sky and white clouds.
A group of innocent beef cattle grazed leisurely. They were transformed from ancient tauren.
The tauren were originally the masters of this world. They once created a glorious and splendid civilization. After their defeat, they were reduced to livestock, providing meat and dairy products for the Wrathion clan.
In the dream, Wrathion was like a fish, swimming happily in the sea. His body had fish scales and tail fins, as well as gills that could breathe in the water. This was the specialty of his family.
In order to come to Azeroth, Wrathion had to give up his body, and only the dark power that had been with him since birth followed him.
The magical dark power has all kinds of mysterious powers. No matter how serious the injury is, it can be recovered by just sleeping.
Wrathion knew that he was sleeping, enjoying this feeling of freedom, and felt that his injuries had recovered, so he ordered himself to wake up.
After opening his eyes, the first thing Wrathion saw was Mrs. Guo Ya's pretty face.
The Pandaren woman has cute and delicate facial features, and the most attractive thing is a pair of cute little tiger teeth, but she cannot attract Wrathion's interest.
What he likes is a cruel and ferocious face with sharp fangs.
"Sir, it's time for you to take medicine." Mrs. Guo Ya held a bowl of thick medicinal soup in her hand, with a smile on her eyes and eyebrows.
"Take medicine?"
Wrathion felt funny. The innate dark power could be restored even if it turned into ashes.
The backward medicinal herbs of the pandaren clan cannot be discerned by Wrathion.
"I have recovered." Wrathion wanted to make a majestic voice, but the strange thing was that his voice was soft and weak, like a moan from a serious illness.
Mrs. Guo Ya sighed and said: "Sir, your injury is not healed yet, you must take medicine."
The bitter-tasting decoction was brought to him. Wrathion struggled to sit up. He was surprised to find that his whole body was weak and he couldn't exert any strength.
"This is impossible." Wrathion's eyes showed a look of horror.
You must know that under the protection of the dark power, Wrathion's body is invulnerable to all poisons. In addition, his body is of the blood of the black dragon, which makes it extremely resistant to poisons.
Mrs. Guo Ya was as gentle as water, with a smile as bright as flowers, and slowly brought the medicine to Wrathion's mouth.
"Sir, I've been taking this medicine for a long time. If you drink it, you won't have any worries."
In Wrathion's horrified eyes, the gentle and lovely Mrs. Guo Ya looked like a demon, and asked tremblingly: "Who are you?"
"Sir, you will know after drinking this bowl of medicine."
Madam Guo Ya pried open Wrathion's mouth and forced down a large bowl of medicine.
As soon as the bitter medicine enters the stomach, there is a warm feeling that spreads to every corner of the body. It seems that this medicine really has a good effect.
In an instant, Wrathion felt unbearable pain, as if his soul was being tortured by fire, and he began to understand the reason for his weakness.
The body is invulnerable to all poisons, but the soul is not.
This is a terrible poison that can directly kill the soul. When Wrathion was in a coma, I don’t know how many bowls were poured down by Mrs. Guo Ya, this vicious woman.
"You, you..." Wrathion said incoherently, feeling as frightened as the end of the world.
Mrs. Guo Ya stuck out her tongue and licked her lips gently, with a smile on her lips, as if she was facing a delicious dish and wanted to taste it carefully.
"Wrathion, the Adventer, don't you understand yet? Everything I do is for you."
A hoarse voice came, as if the voices of countless men and women were mixed together, mixed with harsh screams, painful moans, and desperate calls, making people feel chilling.
Wrathion asked again in despair: "Who are you?"
Mrs. Guo Ya smiled strangely, and the hoarse voice that sounded like countless people chanting together came again:
"I'm the leader of the Mogu Soul Claw Faction, Chief Soul Master Shan Jitong, Wrathion, do you think Azeroth only has a bunch of idiots from the Alliance and the Horde? I've seen many descendants like you, your soul
, your memory, your black dragon body, all belong to me now."
The notorious Soul Claw sect of the Mogu tribe feeds on souls, so it is no wonder that it can prepare poisons that harm the soul. No one knows the true identity of Shan Jitong, the leader of the Soul Claw sect.
"Wait a minute, Lord Shan Jitong, we can discuss this." Wrathion was delaying time while casting teleportation spells. Something that frightened him happened, and the teleportation spells lost their effect.
"It seems that the four gods did not deceive me. Your teleportation technique is just the shaman's astral teleportation."
"Mrs. Guo Ya" smiled extremely horribly, obviously not wanting to give Wrathion another chance.
A shadowy figure of a Mogu man appeared above her head, with his eyes closed, his face majestic, and wearing a tall black crown.
There are many faces on the neck, tightly locked by black chains. Among them are the demons of the Burning Legion, the aberrations in the void, the servants of the Titans, etc. There are many strange-looking faces, and Wrathion does not know them.
race and origin.
Those faces roared and screamed, as if they were in great pain.
A big mouth appeared on the belly of the mogu shadow. The inside was full of circles of sharp teeth. Deep in the mouth were several black tentacles with suction cups at the front. The tentacles stretched into Wrathion's body and then jerked backwards.
One pull.
Wrathion felt a tearing pain, and his soul wrapped in black flames was separated from his body. Faced with this situation, "Mrs. Guo Ya" seemed to be confident, and her tentacles danced calmly, beating Wrathion's body.
The soul is separated from the black flame.
In the end, Wrathion's soul was dragged into the terrifying mouth, the sharp teeth whirled rapidly, and his soul body was shattered, leaving only his head.
There was an additional face on the neck of the mogu's phantom, it was Wrathion, roaring loudly in despair, the mogu's closed eyes slowly opened, revealing the exact expression.
"As expected, Wrathion is the enemy of the Black Dragon Clan. His target is Deathwing, not our Mogu Clan."
The mogu's voice was loud and crisp, digesting Wrathion's memory. He seemed to let out a long sigh of relief, looked at the distant Thunder God Island, and let out a soft whistle.
The clear voice flew across thousands of mountains and echoed in the Throne of Thunder.
"Thor God, I have helped you eliminate the hidden dangers. You can be resurrected with confidence. No one can peek into the power of the Mogu."
On the Throne of Thunder, countless thunderbolts suddenly appeared, like dancing dragons.
The mogu shadow seemed very tired and said weakly: "Guo Ya, I will leave Wrathion's body to you. Remember our goal."
On the neck of the mogu shadow, among dozens of terrifying heads, there is an inconspicuous pandaren with the same eyebrows as Guo Ya.
"Sir, I will definitely complete my mission."
The mogu shadow nodded and slowly closed his eyes.
Mrs. Guo Ya was sitting aside with an empty bowl in her hands, her face was peaceful, elegant and dignified, as if nothing had happened.
Wrathion opened his eyes, his ethereal eyes filled with the mischief and cuteness of the Pandaren.
Then, his eyes gradually became serious and he made a majestic voice:
"I am Wrathion, and I am also Guo Ya. Azeroth must follow the Mogu's script step by step. Azeroth, which is divided, is unable to fight against the darkness. This war must end as soon as possible, otherwise, it will