Rise of the blood elves

409【Heart of Y'Shaarj】

Every loud noise was like a giant hammer hitting Angmar's heart, making him feel restless.Gradually, he found that his heartbeat, or rather Xal'atath's heartbeat, began to coincide with it. He could no longer hear any other sounds and fell into some inexplicable strange feeling.

Just like when Xal'atath entered his body, he once again saw the spreading mountains of flesh and blood.Through the Heart of Y'Shaarj, he heard the dark whispers from the void, sinking deeply into them and unable to extricate himself.

In the sound of this heartbeat, Angmar found that his willpower was so fragile that he almost couldn't help but give in to the whisper in his ear.As long as you obey the existence of the indescribable void, the latter can give you the power to defeat the fallen.

No, not only that, this power will help me become the ruler of the flesh and blood empire, sit on an entire planet, and all living beings will worship me.

Angmar forced himself to cheer up and was able to get rid of the influence of the shadow a little.At the same time, I just feel horrified. Is this the remaining essence of the most powerful ancient god Y'Shaarj? Just a heart has such a terrifying ability to corrupt. How terrifying can its body be?

And how powerful will be the willpower of Garrosh Hellscream in later generations who completely absorbed the heart of Y'Shaarj and controlled it?

There was a sudden sharp pain in his body, and Angmar suddenly realized that a massive amount of shadow energy was spurting out from the heart of Y'Shaarj, sweeping through the entire underground palace like a tsunami.

All the mogu statues only lasted for a few seconds before turning into a pile of mud and collapsing to the ground, as if their bodies were cursed by a flesh-and-blood curse accelerated countless times.Tentacles that danced crazily continued to sprout from these corpses. Not far away, Norush also knelt on one knee, trying his best to support himself in the torrent of shadows.

He gritted his teeth and looked down at his hands.

The severe pain stems from the reversal process of orderly flesh and blood, and his rock-like skin has begun to become soft and delicate.Without being activated, Raiden's Heart and the power of Aman'Thul within his body started operating at full speed as if facing a powerful enemy. Thunder and lightning crackled, and they built an airtight barrier on their own, blocking out all shadow auras.

"What are you waiting for"

Xal'atath said loudly, with uncontrollable joy in his tone, and he didn't even look like he was dying.

Angmar took a deep breath, tried his best to suppress the power of order that was not yet completely under control, relaxed his body and mind, removed all defenses, and opened his arms to accept the shadow.

baptism.

"That's it, that's it"

Xal'atath screamed, and as soon as he finished speaking, a tentacle emerged from Angmar's chest, wrapped directly around the heart of Y'Shaarj, curled and retracted, and directly pulled it back, holding it tightly against The order seal of one's own existence

Suddenly, more tentacles sprouted out, pulling, grabbing, or piercing the ugly heart, feasting like greedy gluttonous creatures, and actually made a "gurgling" sound.The huge Heart of Y'Shaarj shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"That's it. I've always longed to taste the delicious flesh and blood of Y'Shaarj. It's so delicious."

Every second that passed, Angmar could feel a large amount of shadow energy entering his body along the seal on his chest.The seal of Xal'atath was dissolving, and as he noticed the negative emotions growing crazily in his mind, Angmar promptly took out a lantern condensed with the blessings of the four supreme gods. The soft light slightly delayed the erosion of the shadow's spirit.

balance.

The entry of shadow into the body will make the body on the verge of saturation move infinitely towards the critical point of collapse. The mortal body is absolutely unable to accommodate such a massive amount of power. The two must be manipulated to offset each other and maintain the two at a perfect balance point.

During this process, Angmar experienced unprecedented pain and almost fainted.

The shadow was eroding the orderly body inch by inch, and the two were fighting in every cell in his body. Neither one would let the other be in the same "room" with him.The Shadow corroded the rock, transforming it into soft flesh, and then corrupted it into the hideous Shadow torso, while the Order tore it apart and replaced it with rock.This cycle goes on and on, and no one will give up until the energy is exhausted.

All Angmar could do was grit his teeth and persevere.

"I have to say, you lost, completely. Your exposure to the power of order was too short, and you were unable to use them to form an effective defense. These shadow energies will eventually invade your body. When the time comes, I will become The new owner of this body," Xal'atath said.

The energy of the lantern was almost exhausted. Angmar suppressed the negative emotions in his heart and responded calmly: "Inciting the negative emotions in my heart will not help your victory, Xal'atath. Over there I could have died with you before, it is not difficult to do. You have already experienced my determination."

Xal'atath seemed to have heard a joke, "Ha, determination. You think that your actions of throwing yourself into the Nalak'sha engine, devouring Raiden's heart, and absorbing the remaining power of Aman'Thul were due to determination? No, mortal, you have no regard for the spiritual realm." The understanding is still too shallow. The so-called determination is the best breeding ground for madness. It is one of the deepest and strongest thoughts. How can you be sure that it did not originate under my influence?"

"Under my guidance, you walked into a dead end step by step. You thought you suppressed me, but you didn't know that I had already planted the root of trouble in your heart. Look, this is the grave I dug for you. A shadow. Corruption was dominated by me, and I could only watch this happen. This seal is the tombstone engraved with your daydreams of salvation. After all, you are only a mortal, but I am the eyes of the will of the void. The embodiment of the essence of shadow. You thought you had everything under control, but you didn't realize it. You just did it for me."

"If victory is really in sight, why do you have to tell me so much? Just save it." Angmar responded coldly.

Xal'atath's words stopped abruptly.

The other party stopped making noises, which was the most satisfying thing in the intense pain. Angmar closed his eyes, concentrated his attention, and began to deal with the situation in his body, driving the power of order to the parts corrupted by the shadow.It is not only necessary to have a sufficient number to defeat the shadows and protect the corroded parts from the effects of corruption, but also to quickly retract it later to prevent the rock from replacing the body again. The difficulty is difficult for him who has just come into contact with the power of order. Just imagine.

Time flies, and the process of corruption and reconstruction lasts for an unknown period of time. At first, Angmar could barely hold on, but in the end, he almost acted mechanically according to instinct.

Finally, the pain in the body gradually subsided, and the shadow energy retracted into the chest like a tide.

It seems that it was successful