Chapter eight hundred and seventy-one: rare goods can be the second
A mysterious archmage who is welcomed in most situations.
Although ogres are savage and cruel, they are also full of respect for the mage profession.
After Antonidas demonstrated his powerful magic, Zac Ur, the leader of the Vorgul ogres, personally greeted him.
Zak-Ur is an extremely strong ogre. Most of his skin has been keratinized, like a thick layer of armor. Zak-Ur smelled the smell in the air carefully and said displeasedly:
"I smell the stench of undead creatures."
Antonidas said calmly: "Human life is too short to pursue the vast magic, so I gave up my human body and became an immortal undead."
"Well said, I like the undead the most. The undead in Crow Ridge are all my friends."
Zak Ur laughed loudly, who said ogres can't flatter themselves.
Antonidas successfully became a distinguished guest at Vogul Ogre Mountain. Zach Wuer asked strangely: "Your Excellency said that my place is rich in magic power. What is going on? We Split Fist Ogres have settled here.
Over the years, there have been only a handful of ogre magicians."
As a great mage, deception is a basic skill. Antonidas said calmly:
"When I just approached this place, I felt an evil aura, and countless innocent souls were wandering in the cave. Just as I was about to leave, I suddenly discovered that under the cover of this evil aura, there was actually an extremely pure magic power.
Source, even Dalaran can't compare to it."
Zak Ur showed a look of joy, blinked his little eyes and asked: "You mean it's because the innocent souls cover up the magic power deep underground?"
Antonidas smiled slightly and said: "The king is wise, that's exactly what happened. I guess there must have been a bloody battle here, and a king died here, causing resentment to linger."
Zak Ur showed surprise and praised:
"Your Excellency is indeed brilliant. Yes, a king did die here. Haha, because I promised someone, I can't say his name."
Antonidas waved his hand and said:
"The kings in the world are just passing clouds, a group of idiots who pursue vain power and are vulgar. I have never been interested in them. I have been wandering in the world for more than three hundred years, and it has been difficult to make further breakthroughs. The pure magic power in this land is about
This is my last chance. As a reward, I will purify this land and train ogre magicians for the king."
Zak-Ul fell into thinking. The archmage in front of him was powerful and beyond imagination. Fortunately, he came with sincerity. Whether it was true or false, Vogul Ogre had nothing to lose.
Zak Ur saw no reason to refuse, so he readily agreed.
It is not easy to purify the wronged souls in the cave. Antonidas commanded a group of ogres to build a magic circle in the cave and built a bloody altar.
With the help of Antonidas, the Blighter successfully regained its strength in the altar. After everything was ready, on a dark and windy night, all the ogres withdrew from the cave, leaving only Antonidas alone.
Through special rituals, powerful mana circulates in the magic circle, and a transparent ghost of the victim clearly appears in the cave.
Antonidas saw hundreds of human soldiers fighting the ogres. The ogres' souls were extremely violent, and the eyes of the human soldiers were full of numbness.
"Sure enough, there was a great battle here. The news on the parchment is probably true."
Antonidas carefully searched for targets in the souls, but unfortunately, apart from the chaotic melee, he did not find any valuable souls.
In the deepest part of the cave, Antonidas noticed a blur of light, which seemed like multiple souls entangled together. Antonidas approached cautiously, wanting to see clearly.
Suddenly, Antonidas felt a splitting headache, and countless tentacles flew towards him, wrapping around his body.
Antonidas was shocked, and then a strange whisper sounded in his ears:
"A great mage, the betrayer of Dalaran, you foolishly summoned Archimonde and almost destroyed the world. You are looking for a soul, right?"
"The Ancient God C'Thun." Antonidas still remained awake in his heart, and finally saw clearly a dim soul wrapped in a group of transparent tentacles.
"It's really him, King Varian Wrynn."
Antonidas was shocked. He was no stranger to this king. He mysteriously disappeared a few years ago, but he didn't expect to die here.
"Are you talking about this child king?" C'Thun's voice was erratic:
"A stupid king, he actually believed in savage orcs, and then he was brutally eaten. Haha, how could there be such a fool in the world? I'm sorry, Antonidas, you seem to be one of the fools, and you were eaten by the orcs.
It must be a very unpleasant feeling.”
Antonidas thought of the tragic experience of being eaten by orcs, which was his eternal nightmare. Even after becoming an undead, it still remained in his heart.
At that moment, he almost lost control of his heart.
"C'Thun, what do you want?"
Antonidas is not worried. There is C'Thun's power here, but it is only in the spiritual state. As long as he keeps his guard up, he will not fall into corruption and darkness.
"Haha, you are just an ordinary mage. Your life is like an ant. What can you give me?" C'Thun's voice was filled with ridicule.
Antonidas replied calmly:
"I know you, C'Thun, you confused the Qiraji, you created the Twilight Cult, although I don't know why? But you need them to serve you, right?"
C'Thun's tone changed, with the majesty of a god: "Correct your mistake, the Qiraji are my creations, my people. As for the Twilight Sect, they will spread my name. A god is very important.
It is difficult to be eliminated, but the most fearful thing is to be forgotten.”
Antonidas said in a non-negotiable tone: "I refuse to spread your name."
C'Thun chuckled: "Dead people cannot spread the reputation of gods. What I need is to lay a nail. When I need you, you must fight for me."
"I will not betray the Queen of Darkness!" Antonidas said coldly.
"Master, you underestimate me."
C'Thun whispered:
"A rotten country of forgotten people means nothing to me. My real purpose is beyond your imagination and far higher than your life level. When that day comes, your queen and her empire will be long gone."
It has decayed and become the dust of history, and it is your turn to surrender to me."
Antonidas fell into thinking. If C'Thun's request to him was in the distant future, and even Lordaeron no longer existed, then he might as well agree to it.
Although as a Forsaken, his lifespan is theoretically unlimited, Antonidas does not think he has the chance to live that long.
"Okay, I agree."
A black shadow sank into Antonidas's chest and quickly disappeared.
"A pleasant transaction, Archmage, this soul is yours."
The soul wrapped in the tentacles was freed. Antonidas saw a pair of confused eyes and hurriedly took out the crystal ball and carefully inhaled this precious soul.
The soul of the King of Stormwind City was a rare treasure whose value was self-evident. Countless conspiracies and conspiracies flashed through Antonidas' mind instantly.