Long before Gul'dan's attempt to "single-play" Tomb of Sargeras failed and was thrown out, "Loyal Apprentice" Cho'gall had already found a "next home" for himself.

The cunning man heard the call of the Ancient God on the way to the Broken Islands, but he came into contact with the power of the void six years before the Dark Portal.

In fact, Cho'gall had already established contact with the Void Power through some secret channels that only he knew when he was hanging out in the world of Draenor.

But because there is no such buggy thing as the Old God in the world of orcs, it was difficult for Cho'gall to truly understand the truth of the generosity of the void at that time.

After arriving in the magical world of Azeroth, the ogre quickly chose the direction of his future efforts.

Facts have proved that he is indeed a genius who does evil things.

He fled to the continent of Kalimdor alone with his last group of loyalists, and his abilities can be seen in the deeds he accomplished in the Silithus Desert.

In just over a year, this previously uninhabited desert has become filled with scum of all kinds from all over the world, adding to the cultists' cause.

If it weren't for the variable Garona, Cho'gall would definitely be living a very comfortable life now.

He has been given the power of C'Thun, the Thousand-Eyed Demon. He greedily grabs the power of darkness, accepts it without reservation, and continues to climb the ladder of the fallen under the guidance of the void.

But he and Blake are exactly the opposite extremes.

Under the guidance of Xal'atath, the Stinky Pirates were cautious in every step they took into the void. They only looked to the void for the correct answers to specific questions, and were disdainful of the power given by other void echoes.

But Gu'gall is not so "humble"...

He wanted to swallow every bit of power given by those echoes, like a perpetually hungry monster that never felt satisfied and even took the initiative to ask for it.

He's craving more.

In order to receive more blessings, he will unreservedly release the malice in his heart to the world. He has done many bad things, no one forced him to do them, but he did them voluntarily, or even took the initiative.

He's really different from Blake.

Stinky pirates see evil as a means to an end, and Cho'gall's evil is the end.

This two-headed ogre is really evil and pure, but to say he has any great ideals, it's not necessarily true.

When evil cannot be controlled by ideals, it will harm others and itself.

On the sand dunes today, Cho'gall already knew that he would not survive. The battle in front of him made him extremely panicked, and the mountains of sin in the hands of the pirates cast a shadow that made him despair.

He tried to beg for mercy.

Just like betraying Mal'gok, the head of Highmaul to whom he once served, and betraying his mentor Gul'dan, he wanted to make another leap and throw himself under Black Shaw's command to serve him humbly.

own strength.

However, the pirates didn't even give him a chance to speak.

The sin monument was placed horizontally in front of him, making Gujar unable to even speak flatteringly to beg for mercy.

"Don't say I don't take care of you."

Black looked back at Khadgar, pointed at Cho'gall in front of him, and made a "please" gesture to him.

The sword of Sharathol shining with white light floated in front of the mage.

Khadgar's eyes fell on the exquisite black sin tablet in Black's hand. He pursed his lips and wanted to ask but did not speak. Instead, he held the trembling white sword Sharathol in front of him.

He stepped forward, stood beside the struggling Cho'gall, and raised his sword like an executioner.

Then, it suddenly swung down.

The killing action is a little out of shape and not cool enough, but considering that Khadgar is an orthodox mage, I can barely give this sword an 80 score.

Sharathol's sharp sword cut through the skin, chopped off the bones, and chopped off the ogre's head in a splash of blood. Khadgar swung the sword again and chopped off the other head with his sword.

Come down.

The ogre's blood spattered on his purple robe, but Khadgar, who had always loved cleanliness, didn't feel any disgust today.

It was he who personally cut off Garona's shackles of hatred.

It was he who personally gave her a free life.

This is what a man should do for his beloved female orc.

At this moment, his heart was full of pride.

As for Cho'gall's soul, it left his body the moment his head hit the ground.

The two-headed ogre stood beside the headless corpse blankly, looking at his dead self, then raised his head angrily, insulting the stinky pirate and Khadgar.

The mage cannot hear or see.

But Blake saw it very clearly.

He raised his finger contemptuously and gave a middle finger to Cho'gall's soul. The next second, Blake felt that two wills noticed the soul of Cho'gall in front of him almost at the same time.

A will comes from the void, and the pure will of the void wants the pirate to sacrifice this fallen soul to the void.

Another will comes from Revendreth.

Because Blake used the power of the Sin Monument to counter Cho'gall at the last moment of the outbreak of the Fallen Void. According to Revendreth's rules, this sinful soul should be returned to the hands of the accusers of sin, giving him a chance to atone for his sins.

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The pirates had a choice to make.

Without any hesitation, he opened a slender crack in the void where he was, and threw the bastard into the void while Cho'gall roared and insulted him angrily.

He's not weighing the pros and cons.

Because no matter where Cho'gall is sent, Void and Revendreth will not send him a gift to thank him. He is just a soul, and Cho'gall is not an important figure among the stars.

It's just that Revendreth will give Cho'gall a chance to atone for his sins.

But this is not what the pirates want to see. If this guy is exiled to the Abyss of Sin because he is hopeless, and then gets in touch with those guys in Hela who hate Black to the core, then Black will cause trouble for himself.

It's better to sacrifice it to the will of the void.

Devoured by that pure will, Cho'gall will never be resurrected, but will become one of the countless echoes in the void. Perhaps in the future, if there is a chance, you can still hear him bewitching yourself in the void.

Gee, that's a beautiful thing.

"Master, this ogre's anima is very powerful, don't you want it?"

Seeing that Blake was thinking and had no intention of extracting Cho'gall's anima, the black sword Eremeni in the second class revealed a desire.

She asked Blake quietly.

Of course, the floating eyeballs on the stinky pirate's shoulders could see the purple light of anima in Cho'gall's body.

But he shook his head, stroked the blade of his clever black sword, and said to his sword girl:

"That is filthy power. Giving it to others will make them 'sick', but you and your sister can enjoy it. Go ahead and feast on this filthy heart to reward you for fighting hard."

"Yeah, the master is the best."

The black sword cheered, detached from Blake's hand, whirled in a circle, and pierced Cho'gall's heart.

She and Sharathol shared Cho'gall's anima, and the joy of devouring power made them scream with swords, as happy as little girls who had eaten ice cream.

Khadgar, who was beside the pirate, lifted two round-eyed ogre heads from his feet, handed them to Black, and said:

"I have long heard that you have the habit of collecting enemy heads..."

"You should take it to your wife first to announce the good news. Maybe she will reward you when she is happy."

Blake took off the Lunar War Helmet, winked at Khadgar and said:

"Seize the opportunity, I can only help you so far."

"You can't say anything nice, can you?"

Khadgar wrapped Cho'gall's two heavy heads with a piece of cloth and threw them into his luggage. He hesitated for a moment and then glanced at the pocket tablet of sin in Black's hand that was beginning to decompose and collapse.

He stared at the thing and asked:

"What is that? Why can it instantly make Cho'gall lose the ability to resist? Why don't you just take it out at the beginning?"

"This thing."

The smelly pirate raised the weathered sin monument in front of his eyes.

This exquisite sin monument carved by Fenner herself seems to have been placed in a time stream accelerated ten thousand times, with the outer layer of rock constantly weathering and peeling off, turning into quicksand and being blown away in the wind.

He looked at the Sin Monument and said to Khadgar:

"This is my little secret. I can't tell you, at least not now, because it will scare you. But what I can tell you is that this thing is not aimed at anyone, my dear Khadgar.

As long as I want, I can make a sin monument corresponding to each person. Just like I control Cho'gall, I can control all of you.

It doesn’t even require your consent.”

Black let out a strange laugh, which sent shivers down Khadgar's body.

He wanted to refute that the smelly pirate was bluffing, but looking at Cho'gall's headless body at his feet, the mage really couldn't say such self-deceptive words.

"Don't worry, it's not that easy to do. It's even more difficult to discover the little secrets and weaknesses in your hearts. I just wanted to scare you.

I won't use it against you."

The pirate closed his five fingers and crushed the sin stele in his hands, then opened his palms and sprinkled the powder of the sin stele into the desert at his feet.
To be continued...