He patted the dust in his hands, bent down and picked up the Twilight Hammer that fell in the sand, played with it in his hand, and said to Khadgar mysteriously:

"But I believe that you will soon take the initiative to tell your little secrets, give me the means to restrict you, and ask me to accept using it to make a sin monument for you."

"Are we that stupid?"

Khadgar rolled his eyes and said:

"I don't think your fantasy will come true."

"Then let's wait and see. Go and take care of Garona quickly. I'll give you a day to be gentle. At this time tomorrow, Garona should start her journey again."

The pirate laughed loudly, picked up his pipe, waved to Khadgar, and with his two "fed and drunk" sword girls, left the sand dunes gracefully, and faced the gleaming light of the Shadow Gate.

Teleport to Crystal Valley.

After hearing Black's words, Khadgar's heart tightened.

He glanced at Cho'gall's body again. The last remnant of the Shadow Council had been killed.

Without Cho'gall, the Twilight's Hammer's demise is doomed.

But the pirate also said that Garona was going to start her journey again. What on earth was her beloved female orc going to do? Was she going to carry out Black's mission again?

The mage didn't want to stay any longer.

Before leaving, he piled the corpses of the surrounding bugs, faceless men and Cho'gall together, ignited them with a powerful dragon's breath spell, and let them burn on the sand dunes, turning into a bonfire in the desert.

Khadgar, whose robes were stained with blood under the flames, left without looking back.

He didn't know how long it would take to persuade a wild female orc to stay with him for a long time.

But he only has twenty-four hours.

There's no time to waste.

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In the Crystal Valley, where corpses are strewn all over the place, the Shieldmaidens are searching for the remaining enemies in groups. When they encounter the Twilight believers and corrupted elements who are hiding, they will slash them with their swords without mercy.

The captain gave an order not to allow a single Twilight cultist to escape today, and this place must be cleared.

But the real battle is over.

The dragons used their dragon breath to wash the Crystal Valley three times.

The Shieldmaidens, led by Kane, Finna and Heya, rushed into the valley and strangled them. With Windrunner's mother and Emeril outside blocking the exit, it was impossible for the Twilight Cultists to escape without Cho'gall's leadership.

from.

The battle here ends even earlier than the duel between Blake and Cho'gall.

However, the cultists have existed in this place for a long time. They know the various terrains of Crystal Valley very well. If they want to hide, it will be difficult for intruders to find them.

In order to fulfill Black's final request, even the fish-man pirates were mobilized to search for the remnants.

At this time, in a cave that the murlocs were responsible for cleaning, a fierce battle had just ended, and all the cultists hiding here had been executed by the vicious murlocs.

After obtaining the weapons processed by the mechanical gnomes, the destructive power of the murlocs was greatly enhanced.

At the end of the cave, an old human man in black robes lay miserably in a pool of blood, with reluctance, shame and fear still on his old face.

He was stabbed to death by the fish-man pirates.

No capable person can calmly accept the outcome of being stabbed to death by a fish-man.

The little fishman Benbolba was kicking the corpse with his feet, trying to snatch something bloody from the old man's clenched hand.

The little villain kicked it fiercely and took a lot of effort to get the thing out.

The treasure hunter's intuition tells it that this is something quite powerful.

The little fish man took it in his hand, wiped off the blood stains on the surface, and found that it was a strange bottle, which looked no different from an ordinary glass bottle.

But the gray-white wind essence present in it represents its extraordinary quality.

But before the little fishmen could take a closer look, a strong wind appeared in the cave, and with the screams of the fishmen, they were all pushed out of the cave.

The djinn, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, appeared for the first time. His big marshmallow-like body stood swaying in front of the stunned little fishman.

Its blurred face, eyes beating like lightning, stared at the bottle in the little fish man's hand, and said to Benbolba in a tone that was no longer gentle:

"Vase of Resurrection..."

"Ah, countless hours, I finally found it. Sell it to me, the fishman blessed by wisdom, and I will give you everything you want in return."

The little fish man shook his body.

It felt something ominous from the seemingly calm but actually unfriendly words of the Djinn God. If it didn't give in, its end would probably be very bad.

But the little fish man is indeed a little fish man.

It rolled its eyes and figured out a way. It raised its head and barked at the djinn a few times, which made the djinn hesitate for a while.

The marshmallow-like wind elemental demigod hesitated for a few seconds, spread his claws and said:

"Then go get him and I'll have a talk with him.

My number one trader has always been a sensible and fair trader. I believe that he will understand my desire and he will complete this transaction.

Go ahead, cunning murloc.
Chapter completed!