Wanting to become stronger is a temptation that all powerful beings cannot resist.
A stupid fishman may not understand the charm of power, the value of philosophy and art, the greatness of civilization, and the significance of progress in magic.
But he must be eager to become stronger.
In order to become stronger, how many powerful beings have willingly fallen and accepted the transformation of evil energy, becoming the minions of the Burning Legion.
How smart can a murloc be? Varimathras felt that he was close to succeeding.
Sure enough, the murloc silhouette on the altar showed a look of yearning, like a thirsty traveler in the desert seeing an oasis.
"Then what's the price?" Fisla's vision asked eagerly.
Varimathras smiled slightly: "It's a fair deal. The legion will give you powerful evil energy, and you will serve the legion. If you want to gain something, you must give something. If you are smart, you should understand this truth."
"That's fair." Fisla nodded and said.
Varimathras sneered in his heart, yes, the Legion is willing to accept the refuge of powerful creatures and give them the power of evil, a way to become stronger, but this is only the beginning.
After that, they have to face countless war tests, various evil enemies that are difficult to defeat, cruel strife within the legion, inhumane competition and elimination, and countless sufferings have just begun.
The oasis seen by hungry travelers in the desert is ultimately just a false mirage and nothing more.
Sometimes, Varimathras also regrets that if he did not join the Burning Legion and become a lord on a peaceful small planet, or become an evil god or something, how wonderful it would be to live a leisurely life.
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But having boarded the thief ship of the Burning Legion, there is no way out. One day he will die somewhere in the universe, like a piece of trash, with no one remembering his existence.
Feisla longed for the wonderful world outside, but he didn't know that Varimathras also envied his life.
"Lord of the Tides, so you are willing to accept evil energy?" Varimathras asked with a smile.
"I long to become stronger. I feel the surge of power in my body. I feel the powerful evil energy calling me, but I refuse." Fisla said decisively.
"Refuse, why?"
Varimathras felt strange after hearing this and refused to give up. He talked eloquently:
"When you look up at the starry sky, don't you yearn to see more and see more? There are countless wonderful worlds, all kinds of wonderful lives, and incredible civilizations above the starry sky. Don't you want to take a look at the outside world?
, the universe is very wonderful, and you are just in a small pond, what is the meaning of such a life.
"The meaning of life lies in experience. As a fish-man with ideals, you should live a vigorous and wonderful life. The Legion has opened a door for you, leading to the wonderful universe, but you actually refused this greatness.
When your life comes to an end, you will regret your rejection today."
"I'm eager to become stronger, and I also want to go out and see," Fisla paused and suddenly said, "Then you make me into sashimi?"
"Sashimi?" Varimathras was stunned, surprised by the surprising brain circuit of a fishman: "Why do you have such an idea? How could we make you into sashimi?"
"Oh, I forgot, you are the Burning Legion, so you are going to turn me into a charcoal-grilled fish?" Fisla said with deep concern.
Varimathras was a little confused and thought, can we not talk about food? Did I come all the way just to discuss the recipe?
"No, we Burning Legion are not interested in food. I think there may be some misunderstanding between us." Varimathras defended.
Fisla snorted coldly: "But that's not what the orcs do. They ate the humans in Lordaeron, the high elves in Silvermoon City, and the civilians in the Kingdom of Dalaran. Now they want to do it again."
Returning to the Echo Islands, I want to eat the Darkspear trolls and my people, the murlocs. We murlocs are not food, and I will not let the orcs get their wish."
There is something wrong with this Fithra. Someone must have tipped him off. Varimathras is sure of it, but he doesn't know who is behind the scenes.
Smart people agree with lies and gain benefits, while ignorant people believe lies and get hurt or eaten.
In Varimathras' view, Fithra is not a smart person and should be deceived by lies. If no one guides him, he will not be able to see through Thrall's lies?
Seeing that the temptation failed, Varimathras decided to change his approach and use coercion:
"You little murloc, you are powerless to resist the powerful Burning Legion. If you don't surrender, the evil energy will tear your body apart, and your soul will fall into eternal pain and suffering in the evil energy furnace."
"Can I understand that you are threatening me?"
Fisla didn't care, seemed to be mentally prepared, and asked:
"Does the Burning Legion rely on threats to conquer the world? The meaning of the Burning Legion is fire, and I am hiding in the depths of the ocean. Water can extinguish fire. What can you do to me? Little Dread Lord?"
Varimathras showed a sarcastic smile and continued to threaten: "Do you know why we are called the Burning Legion? We can ignite the ocean of a planet, and you will be reduced to ashes in the raging flames."
"Then come and manage it!" Feisla looked at Varimathras with disdain: "My power is beyond your imagination, Dread Lord. Even if the whole world dies, my will will still exist."
Varimathras was filled with resentment towards this damned fishman, knowing that he had failed.
Murlocs are not very smart and easily accept death. Someone must have preconceived ideas and explain everything to him in advance. No matter how good Varimathras said, it would be difficult to change Fisla's stubborn understanding.
"not good."
With years of fighting instinct and sensitivity to crisis, Varimathras had a premonition that danger was coming.
He flapped his wings quickly, used a floating magic, and fled towards the sky.
Fortunately, Varimathras had good consciousness. When he flew into the sky, he saw a huge wave like a mountain rushing towards the fishman village. The huge wave was like a sharp blade, easily tearing apart the Burning Legion's body.
Soldier.
The murloc villagers who were captured by the Burning Legion protected themselves with water bubble magic and were completely fine. Varimathras was floating in the air and vaguely saw the shadow of a huge murloc looming in the huge waves.
Fithra, Lord of Tides.
Varimathras and Feisla looked at each other for a long time, and had no choice but to flap their wings and leave.
He realized that this matter was not simple, and that there must be a mysterious mastermind behind the scenes. He did not dare to make any arbitrary decisions, so he reported the situation to Archimonde through the legion liaison device.
In Dalaran, Archimonde received the report from Varimathras, and he became more and more suspicious of who was instigating Feisla behind his back. He was able to convince a stubborn murloc that his identity was not simple.
Could it be, Queen Azshara?
Archimonde was very suspicious, which made him even more afraid to act rashly.
Varimathras will not give up even after failing to convince Feisla. He has other ways.
The fishman is stubborn and not easy to persuade. He needs to find smart people. In Varimathras' view, smart people are more likely to be tempted and deceived. (To be continued)