The first thousand four hundred and eighty-nine chapters
In the room, the originally chaotic magical energy became orderly, and the ghost Velen looked at the body of the God-blasphemer with burning eyes.
"The perfect demon body is 100% compatible with magic. In ancient times, there was a madman on the planet Argus who evolved into this state. His strength was so terrifying that it led to the decline of a generation of Eredar elites. Hum, there is nothing wrong with power.
, the key is the person who uses the power. As far as I know, Kil'jaeden also has a pair of similar flesh wings."
Khadgar observed the image in the magic gem, and Durotan directed the light-forged orcs to conduct an orderly search.
Viren didn't care and said with a smile: "By the time they find this place, I will have already merged with the God Blasphemer and returned to the secret palace. I'm going to start."
The powerful power of Holy Light surged out, constantly consuming Velen's death aura. Velen's strength dropped rapidly, and finally only a translucent soul was left. It was as weak as mist, and it seemed that it might dissipate at any time.
Within the body of the God, he quickly opened his eyes and said feebly:
"Khadgar, we must leave here immediately. These are the coordinates of the secret palace."
After determining the location of the coordinates, Khadgar began to cast a spell and opened an arcane portal.
Velen was about to enter the portal, but was stopped by Khadgar.
"Khadgar, we have an agreement." Velen asked blankly.
Khadgar smiled and said: "I changed my mind, Viren, your magic is very tempting, but I want to live more. You are so cruel to your tribe, how can I believe you?"
"you!"
Viren put his hand on the magic gem behind him, and in front of him, a big fireball flew.
The body of the God-blasphemer is very tough, and the fireball leaves only a dark scorch mark.
Khadgar gritted his teeth and used various magics. The continuous magic bombardment finally destroyed the body of the God-blasphemer.
"Khadgar, you will regret this."
Prophet Velen screamed in pain and finally closed his eyes.
In order to prevent accidents, Khadgar burned the flesh and blood of the God-blasphemer to ashes, leaving only a few bones before stepping into the portal.
Shortly after the portal closed, Durotan found the place with the light-forged orcs.
Archbishop Hasmat carefully observed the bones on the ground and said with certainty: "These are the remains left by the blasphemer. Could it be that there was an accident when Velen merged his body?"
Durotan closed his eyes again, and after a long while he said:
"We have searched all the rooms, and there is no one in the spacecraft. It seems that Velen really had an accident, or encountered a terrible enemy."
Hell roar suddenly remembered something and asked:
"Where is Naruk Ulay?"
Durotan said with certainty: "There are no traces of the Naaru here."
Archbishop Hasmat snorted and said: "Velan is really cheap. Everyone, this is the draenei's spaceship, and we should inherit it."
Hellscream protested: "Oshu'gul is the ancestral mountain of the orcs."
Hasmat was unwilling to give in and sarcastically said: "That's just a conspiracy. The souls of your ancestors have been eaten by K'urei."
Kilrogg argued hard: "So K'urei is the ancestor of our orcs."
Hasmat sneered and said: "The Oshugu spaceship is our home field. Only we know some of the traps and arrangements. Do you really want to fight?"
Blackhand raised his hammer and shouted: "Orcs fear no challenge."
Durotan said loudly: "Okay, the Oshugu spaceship cannot be repaired with the strength of both of us, so why harm the peace for it, the light-forged orcs, prepare to retreat."
"What about the ogre at the door?" Hellscream asked.
Only then did everyone remember that the ogres headed by Korgall were still at the door of the spacecraft.
Weakly opening his eyes, "Kogar" looked around cautiously.
The bleeding had stopped, and several ogre magicians helped treat the wounds. They all showed joy when they saw "Kolgar" waking up.
"Khadgar, it's a pity that you ruined my big job, you have the body of a powerful blasphemer."
Prophet Velen was prepared. He split his soul in two, one part took over Cho'gall's body, and the other part merged with the God-blasphemer.
Khadgar's betrayal was as he expected, and half of the soul fused with the God-blasphemer escaped with the help of the magic crystal and returned to Kor'gall.
Devouring souls is the Naaru's method. Velen also mastered this skill after becoming a ghost, swallowing Cho'gall's soul and inheriting his memories. Velen is in an unprecedented state of weakness.
But he is very safe. Cho'gall's identity is a perfect cover, and it is difficult for the other Velen to detect.
"Kogar" asked unwillingly: "Where did that ghost go?"
An ogre magician replied: "Sir, that ghost is actually Velen, Durotan and a dozen Draenei ghosts chased it."
"Kogar" frowned and thought for a long time and said: "I am seriously injured and have to stop taking risks. It's time to retreat."
There is something strange about the ogre magicians. Lord Korgall is less impulsive and more calm.
"Let's go, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time." "Kogar" ordered.
Kogar led the ogre magicians to leave Washugu smoothly. Not long after, Duron frankly led the light-forged orcs back to the construction site.
On the hill near Washugu, three Naru stood in the sky, quietly looking at the two retreating teams.
Robbie on the side touched his chin, finally fulfilling his mission and the dust settled.
Among the three Naru, the brightest one is Nalu Lala. This Naru who likes to sing whispered:
"It's really unexpected that Velen chose the body of Cho'gall, one of the noble three giants of Argus, to hide in the body of a dirty ogre."
"It's all about living."
Naruk Ulay replied thoughtfully, his body was the bleakest, but fortunately with the help of Kara and Lala, it had been successfully stabilized.
As long as there is a continuous and stable supply of holy light, it will soon be restored to its original state.
Narukala said solemnly: "The competition between the two prophets Velen is a bit interesting. I have a hunch that the world of Draenor will become more and more exciting."
"Führer Margok hasn't taken action yet?"
In the inn of Highmaul, the prophet Velen was worried. "Amador" had gone to nowhere, leaving Velen without anyone to talk to.
In desperation, Prophet Velen can only continue to seek the help of the Holy Light and find his own destiny in the illusion.
A feeling of sleepiness came over him, and it was a familiar dream again. On the ancient planet Argus, Velen stood on a floating island, overlooking the earth.
K'urei has entrusted dreams to Velen countless times. As K'urei becomes weaker and weaker, there are more and more flaws in the dreams.
At this moment, Velen's mind was clear, and he realized that he was in a dream, but he did not find any flaws. It was exactly the same as the real world.
Velen stroked his beard, thought carefully for a long time, and finally confirmed that he was really dreaming.
A clear stream flowed in front of Velen, and Velen looked at the clear reflection in the water.
Viren smiled, but his reflection in the stream had a serious expression.
Although he knew he was in a dream, Velen still felt uncontrollable fear in his heart.
"Who are you?" Viren asked the reflection in the water in horror.
"I am you!" the reflection in the water replied, and then showed a sly smile: