Lanros and Aurelia cautiously walked deeper into the area, retaining the utmost caution as the map given by the Raven did not have a detailed description of the area except for a few scarlet exclamation marks.

It stands to reason that the Raven Men who have mastered the technology to enter the Shadow Realm have the ability to enter anywhere in this world without a word. But even with this premise, they still haven't been able to figure out the situation in this area.

This means that there is a good chance that some powerful shadow creature is in front of you.

Aurelia glanced at Lanlos with a frown, and whispered her concerns: "The front must be dangerous, how sure are you?"

"Seriously, no. Headache-inducing, Lanlos shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands bitterly.

"Still. Without waiting for Aurelia to get angry, Lanlos put away his joke and quickly straightened up, "I'm not sure, but if he doesn't welcome it, let's go." ”

For this, Lanlos is confident. After all, as long as he wanted to leave, there were really few people in Draenor who could keep him.

Besides, after all this distance, the road ahead became more and more tidy, and there was even a burning brazier to help light it, but it did not encounter any obstacles. This is enough to explain a lot of problems.

The only thing that made Lanloth uncomfortable was that as they advanced, the aura of necromantic magic gradually became so thick that it was difficult to breathe.

And this feeling, as Lan Luo pushed open the door in front of him, seemed to suddenly turn into a huge wave, howling and slapping towards the two.

"Welcome, my friend. The hollow sound was like a machine that hadn't been used in a long time, and the rusty gears were finally turning, but the sharp friction coming out was unbearable.

Unable to respond to the voice that had persisted in the hall, Lanros and Aurelia held their breath in unison, looking at the purgatory room in front of them in shock.

A huge pit was dug in the center of the room, and the scenery inside the pit was deeply imprinted in the eyes of the two of them, illuminated by the dark blue braziers around them. The impactful visual experience left a huge shadow in the hearts of the two.

It was impossible to see how deep the pit was, for countless corpses were piled up like garbage, and the rotten flesh was like mud, mixed with foul-smelling pus and blood, filling every crevice.

The corpses of orcs, draenei, and crowmen are decaying at a rate visible to the naked eye, catalyzed by the intense necromancy. The entire mountain of corpses and sea of blood kept squirming like a pot of eight-treasure porridge simmering over low heat. It's just that it's not wolfberry peanuts, but the remains of severed limbs stuck to a large piece of carrion.

"Gross. Aurelia covered her mouth and nose, and finally forced back the feeling of nausea. Even Lanlos, who is accustomed to all kinds of big scenes, can't help but feel sick to his stomach in the face of this pungent fishy smell and disgusting scene.

"Archbishop Maladal, it is a surprise to see you here. Holding back without losing his temper, Lanlos struggled to retract his gaze and looked at the tall figure on the other side of the corpse pit.

The holiness and nobility of the past are long gone, and now Maladar is like a demon crawling out of purgatory. The armor, which was originally made of gold and silver, had already turned jet black under the erosion of such strong blood and necromantic magic, and the borders at the edges were even more scarlet like blood.

I don't know if it's because of the light or something else, but the sky blue skin that used to reveal a little purple is also very dull at the moment. Against the backdrop of those scarlet eyes full of madness and death, Maradar's expression was extremely hideous.

"Aren't you a prophet? Why? Didn't you count this day?"

Although Lanlos did not dismantle the false human appearance, as the spokesperson of the dead, Maladal had already remembered the breath of his soul.

"You know, the only one who has been recognized by the world is the prophet Viren. Not annoyed by the sarcasm, Lanross silently mentioned the name known to the Draenei.

"Viren, Viren......" Silently reciting the name, Maladar's expression quickly changed from reminiscence at the beginning to hatred, "Viren is nothing but a coward! a despicable coward! He is not worthy of the name of a prophet, he is not worthy!"

The hoarse curses showed no sign of falsification at all, and Lanlos looked at him like this, at the archbishop who had been with Viren and supported each other as teachers and friends, and at him angrily accusing Viren of his crimes, Lanlos's expression suddenly dimmed.

The archbishop in front of him is no longer the same person he used to be.

"You're so excited, Malada. ”

"Well, that's not enough. The irritable mood quickly disappeared from the archbishop's face, and was replaced by a cold and outrageous murderous intent.

"He can't be blamed for that. Seeing that the calm and wise archbishop had become so moody, Lanlos sighed in his heart, "If it weren't for him......"

"Without him, Oakington would not have been destroyed, and my people would not have suffered these sufferings and killings!" Maladar snapped off Lanlos's sermon, his face full of disdain and sarcasm, "Young man, I have lived more years than your ancestors combined. ”

"You haven't experienced what happened to me, so what right do you have to stand on the moral high ground and point fingers at me?"

The destruction of Oakington and the sacrifice of countless compatriots had made the once noble spokesman of the dead completely dead to the Holy Light and Viren, and seeing that his words alone could no longer calm the hatred and madness in the hearts of the other party, Lanlos shook his head and closed his mouth very interestingly.

"That's right. With a look of pleasure, Maladar finally laid out his purpose, "Now, let's get down to business. ”

On the day of Oakington's catastrophe, all the people and things that Maladal loved were gone before his eyes. However, for countless days, however earnestly he prayed, the so-called 'great' Light, who had compassion for all things, did not respond to the grief and desolation of the archbishop, who was well versed in shadows, and it was from that time that his faith collapsed.

He spared no effort to keep the memories of the past alive, and for this purpose, he chose to throw himself into the arms of death.

In order to further delve into the mysteries of necromancy, Maladar took control of most of the geyers in the area, and after studying countless living and dead corpses, he succeeded in resurrecting the first Soul Priests.

Tasting the sweetness, Maladal couldn't stop at all, but with his own strength, it was impossible to resurrect the entire Draenei of Oakington. He needed help, an expert who knew what to do.

The arrival of Lanlos was something he never expected. The outsider who had abandoned him and Oakington with Viren had once again appeared in front of him. However, he is not as narrow-minded as the Light, and he is willing to forgive Lanloth for his crimes, as long as the latter can help him improve his research on necromancy, he is happy to repay his grievances with virtue.

However, Lanlos looked at the strange smile on Malada's face, and instead of hearing the slightest hint of forgiveness from the other party's words, a cold feeling slowly crept up his brain.

Moreover, although necromancy is a branch of shadow magic, it does not mean that Lanros, who is proficient in shadows, has a deep understanding of the necromantic science.

"I'm sorry, I really can't help ......" Before Lanlos could explain the reason carefully, Maladal's face changed instantly.

"Are you here, rejecting me?"

The hollow sound exploded like thunder, and a moment later, a torrent of miserable white energy converged behind Lanloth, and in the blink of an eye, the dense corpses and soul priests had completely blocked his retreat.

Even the bones and corpses in the pit in front of him turned their horrible countenances towards him.

There is no doubt that if Lanlos wanted to reject Maladar's offer, the consequences would be obvious.

"I knew it wouldn't be good to follow you. Aurelia grabbed the short bow in her hand and glared fiercely at the man beside her.

A flash of helplessness flashed on his face, and Lan Luo quickly calmed down and carefully thought about countermeasures.

"Young man, I don't have much patience. It only took a few seconds for Maladal to urge impatiently. Ever since he was completely abandoned by the Light, his emotions had been so moody and elusive.

"I don't seem to have a choice. Lanlos raised his head, also angered by the other party's obedient temperament, those deep eyes, revealing undisguised coldness, "I can promise you, but you also have to promise me a condition." ”

"Oh?" said Maladal, smiling, looking around with a hint of incredulity, as if to ask if the other had not figured out the situation.

"Since you don't talk about friendship, let's talk about dealing. Lan Luo was not frightened by the other party's posture, only to see him take out a pitch-black dagger from the gap in his armor, and with the infusion of magic power, an extremely rich dark energy set off faint ripples visible to the naked eye in this space.

Feeling this incomparable dark magic, the spokesperson of the deceased was immediately moved: "Tell me about it. ”

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