Azeroth's encyclopedia of spells.

It's a whole world of magical knowledge. While Zhao Kun was grateful for the generosity of Yugsotos, he was also distressed by the digestion of this huge group of knowledge, especially when these things were forcibly stuffed into his head.

Although it is said that giving complete spell knowledge does not mean that Zhao Kun can use it, but the matter of knowledge reserve is not too much anyway. What's more, the Lord of Billions of Radiance has given an entire system of spells. From the mage's arcane system to the warlock's shadow magic to the shaman's elemental spells, the druid's natural spells, the priests and paladins' divine spells... The whole nine yards.

Even though Zhao Kun still had all his worries about tracing Igronac back to him, he quickly handed over all the information, including Egwen, and happily studied the spells of the world of Azeroth.

Therefore, the prayer ceremony held by Samara at his residence did not receive a response from Zhao Kun in the first place.

What he left behind was still running as usual, but it was only basic. The power of the Light is constantly supplying Samara, and Iriel, who is surviving in the wilderness, is also building her camp step by step according to the drawings in the magic book. But other than that, the god of light is a little lacking in presence.

It wasn't until three days after the ritual had been carried out that Zhao Kun had the energy to deal with the expansion of the Holy Sect Army after swallowing the spell knowledge that had been stuffed into his brain.

No matter how high the name is, it can't change the fact that the Holy Cult Army is actually a kind of elite cannon fodder and RBQ that is a quick elite. And to some extent, the latter will be more important than the first. Therefore, the whole ritual process and the selection criteria can be imagined.

Of course, sanctity and justice are also important, but those real standards are something else. The radiance of the skin, the age of the believer, the level of health, the past life history, and the size and shape of the European pie...... The standard in Samara's heart is indeed comprehensive, and it is much more thoughtful than Zhao Kun thought.

Soon, a flood of light beyond all comprehension descended in an instant, enveloping Samarra's abode, the site of the candidates' prayers and the Holy Army's selection ceremony.

The moment the shining and huge pillar of light descended, it alarmed most of the creatures in this land. Whether it was the Draenei, Naaru, or the Orcs of the Iron Tribe, they were all stunned by this powerful divine power. The only difference is that, under the miracle of the Light, the Iron Tribe and the Draenei have made very different moves.

The Draenei infected by the power of the Light were immersed in a sense of joy, and for a time, the Light did not give up on our words. There was no need for Viren to say or do anything, and the morale of the Delaney guards increased dramatically in a moment.

Moreover, their combat effectiveness also increased, as the Holy Light fell on Shattrath.

With Zhao Kun's ability, he himself did not possess such a massive amount of holy light power. That's right, the energy in his own body, just looking at the volume, is less than one-tenth compared to today's holy light.

These holy lights were nothing more than his use of his natural ability to connect the inner realm and the outer realm, and break the restrictions within them. In this way, like a strong embankment with a hole in it, a great flow of water—the light and darkness of the outer realm—flowed in. All Zhao Kun did was add a layer of filtration facilities, so that all of them turned into holy light and flowed into the energy pool of the shelter.

Then, the Faceless One, too lazy to purify and compress, gave the Light to the Holy Cult or, as today, consumed for a ritual. So, the Light that is not tightly controlled will also be absorbed by the rest, a small fraction of the nearby Draenei - note that this small portion is for the total amount. For those individuals, after absorbing the power of the Light, the divine energy in their bodies is so abundant that it can no longer be abundant.

In this case, it is not surprising that the Draenei repelled a tentative attack that the Iron Tribe commander had temporarily decided to launch......

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The interior of the building was a different scene than the outside world, with yet another round of fighting around the city of Shattrath, and the Draenei who were drawn to the spectacle by the spectacle, shouting, or kneeling in prayer.

The rituals held in the enclosed space were not closely connected with the outside world in the first place, and the holy light descended by Zhao Kun formed a miracle while further blocking the communication between the inside and outside. Unless someone can break through the power of the violent Light, there are two worlds inside and outside.

And in this enclosed space, the inauguration ceremony of the Holy Cult Army finally began, in anticipation.

For the time being, Zhao Kun, who exists in an inhuman form and has just been thrown over by the knowledge thrown by the big guy, has no subjective will to snap and so on. Of course, from the perspective of transforming the remnants of Igronac's divine power, he would be happy to see a Holy Cult Army emerge from among the Samara.

So, should you write a straight letter or something else to declare sovereignty, or do you just lock it and take it slowly?

Zhao Kun pondered, and at the same time connected to a new believer, the most tolerant of this group of Draenei. Then there's the rarest resource, then the accommodating, and then the rare...... In short, he came in order. Every time you pick out a tall and tolerant Draenei, you have to match it with a petite and delicate rare resource.

As for how to fool them into a limp ...... This is more than a comparison to the difficulty of choosing the right Holy Cult Army. Some of the spiritual magic is the kind of demagoguery, and in this regard, Zhao Kun's strength is countless times stronger than the strongest MLM master.

Soon, forty-six draenei were officially part of the Holy Cult - after a special rune was branded in a certain area. Of course, the gods of light who were in a state of pride because they had gained too much knowledge did not forget to tell them that this was only the first step in the transfer ceremony, and that although they could now become the Holy Cult and obtain the power of the Holy Light from the God of Light, they did not have the exclusive weapons and armor of the Holy Cult Army, and they had not learned the martial arts of the Holy Cult Army.

To put it simply, these women with runes imprinted with the power of the Holy Light on their inner thighs are just the equivalent of paladins with infinite magic and holy energy. And until they reach the Tanaan Jungle in the east, and reach the Holy Cult camp established by Iriel on the top of the mountain, they have no way to proceed to the next step of the ritual to receive the full lineage of the Holy Cult.

Despite this, the Gods of Light generously allowed them to apprentice Draenei girls who aspired to become Cult Legions but lacked sufficient 'talent' to become reserves of the Cult. Apprentices can share the Light with their mentors, and even replenish the Light quickly and in large quantities through the exchange of bodily fluids if necessary.

Forty-seven Holy Cult troops, along with their apprentices, could form a formidable assault force that would allow them to break through the Shattrath and head straight for the Kil'Gardan Throne in the northern part of the Tanaan Bush.

This boss of the Burning Legion is using the sacred mountain of Voshugu in the Nagrand steppe to confuse the orcs. But that doesn't mean that the weakest point between the Void and the barrier to the world of Draenor is in Voshugu. In fact, the thinnest place is the place where the orc warlocks of the Shadow Council tout it as the throne of Kil'gardan.

Just a few months ago, Gul'dan - the orc warlock who had signed a contract with the demonic leader of the Burning Legion, Kil-Gardan, and the Burning Legion's first orc dog, had spoken to Kil-Gardan in this area and was making further plans.

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At the request of Kilgardan, Gul'dan waited there.

That night, the orc warlocks stood here for a long time without saying a word.

It wasn't until Gul'dan wondered if he had offended his master somewhere that the sky changed. After a thunderclap, the once starry sky turned into a black and empty space.

The darkness began to roll and look like a thunderstorm cloud, the darkness flickering from time to time. Then it begins to coil into a swirl, winding faster and faster. The wind ruffled Gul'dan's hair and robes, at first gently, then more and more violently, until he felt the wind cut like a knife. The ground rumbled beneath his feet, the wind was too loud, and the ground under his feet shook violently, and he became more and more unsteady on his feet.

The sky cracked.

Something bright and blazing rushed straight into the ground in front of Gul'dan's eyes, and the impact was so great that it shook Gul'dan down. After a long time, he was overwhelmed with fear. He just lay on the ground, breathing like a fish out of water, and finally his lungs remembered how to function, and he took a deep breath.

He stood up, his body shaking involuntarily, and then held his breath for what he saw.

It stood in front of him, dusty as it shook its four hoofed feet and flapped its massive leather wings. Its hair, more like a mane, is green and curly, stretching from its neck to its back. The green eyes twinkled like blazing stars, and when it opened its mouth, its huge fangs reflected a faint light, as if there were rows of sharp teeth, and its roar made Gul'dan want to fall to the ground and cry in fear. But he managed to keep himself still standing, calm in front of the behemoth. It raised its clenched fist and flicked it brutally, then looked down at the orcs huddled in a trembling mass.

What's that? Gul'dan screamed inwardly.

Suddenly, Kil'Gardan appeared, looked at Gul'dan and opened his mouth and laughed wildly.

"Look at my lieutenant, Manolos. He has served me well and will continue to serve me well. In other worlds, everyone called him the Saboteur. But here he will be the savior. Gul'dan," Kil'gardan whispered, and Gul'dan suddenly felt weak and unwell. "You know what I'm going to give to your people."

Gul'dan swallowed hard. Yes, he knew exactly what Kil'Gardan wanted. The power of the unimagined... and eternal servitude. Kilgardan gave the orcs the former in exchange for the latter. Fortunately, in fact, Gul'dan did not have such scruples, he only thought about the reward that Kil' Gardan had promised. "I know, Great Lord," said Gul'dan, amazed at how steady and powerful his voice was. "I know, and I have accepted your most generous offer, master."

Kilgardan smiled. "Good," he said.

Gul'dan rolled his fang-side lips and turned to look at Manolos. It was still terrifying, but Gul'dan's fear was replaced by a thirst for power on his face. He looked at the creature and knew that it was valued by their common master as much as he was. They are comrades-in-arms.

"Only a special blade can do what I told you to do, Gul'dan," Kiljadan said. He spread his hand, and a knife lay in his huge palm, which looked tiny, but when Gul'dan held it, he felt that it was actually large.

"This thing is melted in the mountains over there," said Kilgardan, pointing to the smoking mountains. "My servant worked hard for a long time to forge it. You know what to do, Manolos. ”

The behemoth nodded at his huge head. Its tail maintains the balance of its massive body, and it kneels on its front legs, stretches out its arms, and bends its hands upwards to expose the relatively soft parts of its wrists.

Gul'dan hesitated for a moment, what if it was all a ruse, or a test? What if Kil'Gardan really didn't want him to do that? What if he fails?

"Gul'dan," said Kilgardan, "Manolos is good in many ways, but not patient. ”

Manolos roared softly and blinked his green eyes. "I can't wait to see what happens. All of you... Come on. ”

Gul'dan swallowed hard, raised his knife, aimed its blade at Manolos' exposed wrist, and slashed as hard as he could.

The force of Manolos' painful roar sent him flying backwards. He lifted his vertigo head and blinked, trying to see what was in front of him.

Flames of liquid flowed from the wounds, glowing with a disgusting yellow-green color, slowly filling the pool they had dug out. The wound was small for Manolos' sheer size, but the blood flowed steadily like a waterfall.

This is the blood of the soul that twists the soul, and that also distorts the soul of the person who drinks it. and will enslave the drinker forever.

In the ancient language of the orcs there is a separate word for "twisted soul". It was something controlled by the will of the warlock, only more purely. As long as you drink this blood, the soul of the recipient will be distorted...... With unnatural rage and energy, he runs to attack everything in this world.

Gul'dan couldn't take his eyes off the sight in front of him, evil blood was pouring out, gushing out without stopping, pouring out of a creature that was roaring and jumping incessantly from pain. He stood up and walked to the edge of the pool, very careful not to touch the liquid that had come out of the wound he had cut. "Look at the blood of this destroyer," Kil'Gardan looked at with satisfaction, "and it will burn up everything that disobeys you, Gul'dan." It washes away all hesitation, confusion, or uncertainty. It creates a hunger that can be channeled by any way you choose. Your little puppet thinks he's firmly in control of the tribe, and he's wrong. ”

Gul'dan looked away from the pool of glowing green fluid gushing from Manolos' wrist wound and looked intently at Kil'Gardan.

"Gul'dan... Soon it will be you who will rule the tribe. They are all ready, and they are hungry for what you are going to give them. ”

Gul'dan looked back at the surging liquid.

"Call them to you, and give them the ...... they desire"

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Circumstances change with the passage of time. Maronus the Saboteur, the mighty Burning Legion demon has once again been transformed into a corpse. And Gul'dan and his warlocks...... They were tied up by the orcs of the Iron Tribe, draining their energy to power the magical portal known as the Dark Gate.

Instead, the one who now lives in this land contaminated with demonic blood and has set up a small camp is Pope Iriel of the Holy Light Sect appointed by Zhao Kun.

Yes, King James Lord. Zhao Kun even planned to make a big news.

Big news is to make the momentum huge, as an earthling and Chinese, Zhao Kun also inherited the habit of big people always like Duang to add special effects to themselves.

The world's most powerful librarian, the western letter pass is accompanied by three thousand zhang of purple qi. Before Liu Bang was born, he claimed that his mother slept next to Daze, and in his dream he was in harmony with the gods who were incarnated as dragons. When the Great Demon Mentor Liu Xiu was born, "there is red light from time to time, and the room is full of light"; There is also Jiahe appeared, "one stem and nine ears, different from Fanhe, the county boundary Dafeng, so the name Guangwu said Xiu".

Before Sun Quan was born, his mother "dreamed of the day". Cao Pi "When he was born, there were clouds of blue and round like a car cover, when it was on all day long, those who looked at the qi thought that it was the most noble sign, not the spirit of the ministers." When Emperor Sima Rui of the Jin Yuan Dynasty was born, he "had a light room, and the room was bright". When Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty was born, "there was a red light in the sky, and the palace was very shocked, and the cattle and horses were singing". When Tang Taizong Li Shimin was born, "there were two dragons outside the door of the hall and left in three days". When Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin was born, "the red light surrounds the room, the fragrance does not disperse, the body is golden, and it remains unchanged for three days".

Even famous ministers such as Wen Tianxiang will add five-cent special effects such as 'clouds shrouded' when they are born. It is even said that the curry prince of Indian Ahsan was accompanied by the three thousand Buddhas of the eight heavenly dragons when he was born. Even Mary's unpregnant guy pulled out a supreme god of Abrahamic monotheism as a special effect (of course, I don't know if this is a special effect added by the crucified guy or a bullying honest man in order to cover up the existence of the king next door and avoid a bloody case).

In short, big news has to have special effects. This is also the main reason why Zhao Kun has been guiding Irel to run before and after, not to save her compatriots, but to make a magic array on the top of the mountain. There is no place in this world to buy those special effects for five cents a piece, so you have to do it yourself.

By the way, in the process of building the magic array, Irel can also be improved, in every sense.

In order to charge the magic array so that it could produce enough special effects on the day the Holy Light Sect was established, Zhao Kun deliberately chose the location on the Kilgardan Throne. The barriers here are so weak, as soon as you get a magic array and seduce them a little, a steady stream of demons will enter here.

Then, Iriel, who thought that he was building the Holy Cult Army Proving Ground and conducting trials at the same time, went up and hacked the demon to death - he still wanted to live after entering Zhao Kun's magic array? The difference is just that you die early and die later. Don't forget that Irel is also an Infinity Blue Bar. Moreover, due to the heavy responsibility of building a magic array, and the need to refine the holy light absorbed from Zhao Kun into his own pure holy energy in order to build a magic array, Iriel's martial arts skills were not as good as her battle-hardened sister Samara, but in terms of the control of the holy light and the upper limit of capacity, it far surpassed the latter.

Zhao Kun even experimented with two abyss laws on her, one is the law of killing, the law will transform the body and soul of the victim, and the killer can improve his strength through killing, and the system flow of fighting monsters and upgrading actually relies on this law. The other is an indescribable law, the one that usually appears in succubi......

There's nothing more comfortable than doing something like love.

In the case that Zhao Kun would drain his soul for filth infusion every day, Irel changed quickly.

On the third day after the experiment began, Irel felt that it would be very comfortable to have a rock underneath, and he unconsciously rode on top of the wood or stone, clamping his legs, and letting the comfortable emotions go from the bottom up.

On the fifth day, it was as if a new door had opened for Iriel, and she had come to understand what she loved: she loved the feeling of rubbing.

On the seventh day, Iriel's courage was tested—she was sent to the top of the peak by spell, bound naked and hung from a cliff, listening to the wind whirring in her ears and feeling it cut through every inch of her skin...... When it was over, she began to desperately seek the source of the Light, until the scorching white energy liquid filled her completely.

Soon, the day dawned on her pride and shame. Under the gaze of a large group of succubi from the Burning Legion trapped in the magic circle, several of her firsts were done in the air: bowel cleansing, daisies blooming, and being played with by the tentacles on the artifact bestowed by the god of light, and under the gaze of so many succubi, she was high x, lost x, tide x and even a puddle of mud.

Then, in these different and irresistible highs, she realized the true meaning of the Light. At the same time, he also understood his future identity, the best protein container of the Holy Light.

In this way, Irel gradually got used to it and changed his perspective. Grace was bestowed by the Light, given by the Light in public, and given by the Light in various ways, to vent the power of the Light, and to satisfy her desires......

Irel found that being a protein container for the Light was the closest way to the Light. At the same time, as the most valued and faithful Cult of Light (RBQ), it is necessary for her to spread the Way of Light, so that more people can get close to the Light and understand the Way of Light, and become a new container of Light...... (To be continued.) )