Originally, Valilla planned to return to Cenarion Fortress and contact Verles through the secret channel of the Backlight Blade, but she did not expect to meet by chance in such a small cave.

The corners of Sarean's mouth twitched and complained to the barrage: "This cave is poisonous, right?" There was a steady stream of visitors, how did Garona hide here for months? ”

[Is it possible that one of you and Valilla is born with a trouble-making trait?] 】

[Pierced heart, old iron. 】

[Is this called the Child of Destiny?] (pejorative)]

Sarjan was a little speechless at the barrage's ridicule, so he simply ignored them and focused on Verles, who had been reunited for a long time.

If it were somewhere else, Verles might have sprinkled a little water on the fainting orc and woke him up from his stupor.

But in desert areas, water is a very precious resource, and no one would waste it in such a place.

Wellles is a veteran legendary thief, and there is certainly more than one way to wake people up.

“duang！”

This sound effect was added to Sarren's brain, and it was actually a simple sound of cloth rubbing.

"Oh! Oh!! ”

Hit the vital point by a kick from Velles, the indescribable severe pain caused the orc to wake up from a coma, and subconsciously wanted to cover his crotch with his hands, but forgot that his hand was still nailed to the ground by a throwing knife.

Seeing the embarrassed posture of the orc, who writhed in pain, Sarian also felt a chill under his crotch.

Just as Valera turned her head and smiled meaningfully, a sense of crisis peculiar to men arose in his heart.

[Broken Egg Kick! 】

[Deadly Fighting! (funny)]

[This hurts, don't ask me why I know ......]

[Brother, please start your performance.] 】

[Poor orcs, they can't even be the heirs of the crotch covering faction. 】

[Grass, the god is special to cover the crotch, I rub the Tao and don't accept it. 】

Welllais's experienced crouched down and pressed his knees against the orc's legs as he tried to fight back, raised his hand to pinch his cheeks, and began to ask for information in orc language.

It's a pity that the torture didn't go well, this kind of madman who has been brainwashed by the ancient gods is already upside down, and he is still tight-lipped in the face of cruel torture.

Or rather, he himself did not know how to answer Wellles' question.

"Sarjan, come here."

After an unsuccessful attempt, Vellais beckoned his nephew to his side.

"As mentioned in Valeera's report, you learned necromancy that can manipulate souls?"

Saljan seemed to understand what Verles meant: "I learned it, but I just learned it, and I didn't study it deeply." ”

Verles slashed his dagger through the orc's neck, not looking at his last struggle before he died.

"That's okay, just give him a try and see if you can get useful information from this guy's soul."

"Okay."

Personally dispensed with shady necromancy, Saljan only scratched the surface of it, and did not continue to study it after rescuing his mother from the Blighted Realm.

Necromancy was originally aimed at the soul, and it was easy to detain the soul of a newly dead orc from the corpse with spiritism.

Words are needed to communicate with spirits, and Sarjan pinched the orc's soul by the neck, roughly reading the remnants of his soul.

It didn't take long for Salian to let go of him with a frown.

The souls of the orcs, who had long been destroyed by the ancient gods, dissipated on the spot, and they were not even qualified to go to the Shadow Realm to atone for their sins.

"What a mess this is......"

Rubbing his brow with a headache, Sarian sorted out the information he had just obtained.

"This guy's name is Rag, and he was originally a member of the Twilight Hammer clan."

"After being corrupted by the power of the ancient gods of Cthun, he was abandoned by the ancient gar as an outcast, and his memories after that can be described as a mess."

"But I've put together some information."

Vellais: "What's the message?" ”

"Another camp."

Sarjan's expression turned serious: "Twilight's hammer has set up two camps in Silishus, both to cover up the hives that are being dug below. ”

"One of them is the Zora Hive at our feet, and the other is east of Silishus, where another part of the Twilight Hammer has set up camp to cover it, let's call it the Regol Hive."

"Hive ......"

Since arriving in Silissos, Willes and the elite thieves of Backlight Blade have more or less noticed some signs that something is wrong.

But their main goal is not to sweep up Silisus, nor is they to focus on Twilight's hammer like Garona.

The Sun King's order to the Backlight Blade was to gather as much information as possible about its Worm Puller.

Just like the barrage likes to say, knowing oneself and knowing the other side can not be defeated.

Compared to the Night Elves, the High Elves know too little about their Worm Pullers, and once a fight is fought, these unfamiliar enemies may inflict unintended damage on the High Elves' army.

The Night Elves, who are temporarily allies of each other, have shared some of the information about the Zermen with Quel'Thalas, but this information is clearly incomplete.

And thousands of years have passed, and even the Night Elves dare not guarantee whether the information at that time can still be applied.

Bugs are creatures that are inherently highly adaptable to the environment, and who knows if they have evolved any other abilities in the past millennium.

As soon as Velles arrived at Silishus, he went to the gate of the Wall of Beetles to get a closer look at the wormmen behind the seals.

Speaking of which, being able to face these angry insects is thanks to the big trouble between the three of Sarayan.

Being tricked into a big trick gun in front of him, and successfully slipping out under his nose, not to mention the insect puller, even Cthun felt humiliated.

So far, the anger of the Qila worm people has not subsided, and it just happened to allow Vellais and others to obtain a lot of first-hand information almost at zero distance.

Due to the different focus of the investigation, the Backlight Blade had not turned its gaze underground until now, and the information given by Sarian gave Wellles a new plan.

"Hmm!"

Just as Vellais was about to ask for more information, Salian suddenly covered his forehead and snorted.

"Sarjan?!"

Valera nervously leaned over before Verles could react, scrutinizing his head.

"No external injuries, are they?"

Wellles didn't care about making fun of Valeera's outgoing girl, and his originally indifferent face sank suddenly.

"Damn! It was I who was reckless and ignored the contagious and corrosive nature of the power of the ancient gods! ”

As Velles said, at this time, the Sarren was being eroded by the power of the Old Gods.

In his consciousness space, he saw a large number of hideous eyeballs that were rapidly multiplying.

The blue sky representing Sarren's self-consciousness is being eaten away step by step, and the dark shadows are frantically expanding their territory.

"Surrender, mortal."

"Loyalty to the great gods."

"Hugh...... Think! ”

Salian gritted his teeth to stabilize the balance of power for the time being, and the consciousness space was half bright and half dim, and no one could help anyone for the time being.

"Wow~Wow~ Little guy, what are you playing with? Do even those tentacle monsters dare to provoke casually? ”

The joking voice suddenly echoed in Sarjan's mind, and a rickety figure appeared beside his consciousness body.

"Bang...... Sandy? ”

Sarren, who was not in good shape, looked at the death of Loa who appeared for some unknown reason with some surprise.

Bonsandy shrugged cynically: "I'll just say how can there be a stench of void...... Have you forgotten the value of your existence? ”

"Your boy's soul is directly connected to the realm of decay, and if that big-eyed man uses you as a springboard into Zlos, old Bonsandy won't be able to bear it."

"Hehe~ It's a special gift, let's help you, next time you want me to make a move, you will have to pay the price."

"Boom!"

The staff in Bonsandy's hand slammed to the ground, and another dark force of different origin from the ancient gods spread outward around the center of Sarjan, and soon expelled the erosion of Cthuln from the realm of Sarjan's consciousness.

"Whew~"

The sense of crisis that originated from the soul was gone, and Sallian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thanks, Bonsandy, I won't let you do it for nothing, just say anything you need to do."

"Hehe~ Not for the time being, I won't be polite to you when I need it."

"So be it, my partner."

Bonsandy waved his hand half-lying in the air, his soul projection fading away.

"This crisis is also a good lesson for you, and you must not let your guard down when you are the enemy of those tentacle monsters."

"Ugh!"

Consciousness returned to his body, and Salian gasped violently.

Valera nervously touched Sarjan's cold sweaty forehead: "Are you okay?!" Old Gods ......"

"It's fine."

Valeera's concerned eyes warmed Saray's peace of mind, and she raised her hand and tapped her lightly on the head.

"Let me go, little squirrel, there's someone watching."

Valilla immediately blew up: "Don't call me a little squirrel!" ”