On the burning sea under the fog, Black was domineeringly showing his "resignation" to the underworld to Habron.

But he will be beaten soon.

With the demonized state given by Gul'dan's skull, Black's mundane body was strengthened to the critical state with shadow and evil energy, plus the blessing of a series of powerful effects, and the legendary blade Sanksu in his hand.

He cut these Kwadir mist necromancers just like cutting melons and vegetables.

But Habronko is a completely different opponent.

This guy's origin is a mystery.

He is now just appearing in the form of a Vicu dead man, which does not mean that his soul is a Vicu man. God knows where this guy comes from.

However, in his former gaming career, Black had heard of a speculation that Habron was actually a "stardomed body" and a member of the glorious Titan Creation.

Following Hela, he rebelled against the protectors who remained in Azeroth.

And even without mentioning Hela's blessing of death power, Habron himself is a legendary spellcaster.

He had not participated in the war before, not because of fear, but because of unnecessaryness, because of the dignity of the strong, and just a betrayer, Black Xiao, is not worth his own fate and going to fight.

It would be enough to get the Kwadir Mist Warriors on the field.

But now, things have been subtly different.

"Stop pretending, betrayer, how long can this cursed form last? The borrowed power is always borrowed, and in a few minutes, you will return to that weak mortal form.

You will only be weaker at that time.”

Habron looked at the burning sea in front of him filled with gunpowder and evil fire, and the hundreds of Kwadir pioneers he sent out had suffered heavy losses.

It's like a sheep entering the tiger's mouth.

The soul-grabbing man stared at Black, who was wrapped in the evil power of shadows in front of him. His grey and ruthless eyes blinked. After a few seconds, he shook his head and said:

"How long can the barrier above your soul protect you?"

"Long enough to get me to find Bonsandy!"

Black grinned, and the two wings made of shadow evil behind him extended, rushing towards Habron, the legendary battle blade in his hand wrapped around the scorching flames, and burning evil sacrifices spread all over his body.

He roared, holding Sanksu in the air with both hands, and in a posture like a meteor falling, he looked at Habron's neck.

"clang"

The soul-guided man raised the battle sickle made with the power of death in his hand, collided with the samshu who were chopped down head-on, blocking the legendary battle sword in the air. This was the first surprise attack after Black got the samshu and returned in vain.

His figure disappeared in front of the soul-sucking man, and the shadow step started to turn into a wisp of black smoke, and appeared behind Habulon again. The sword swung again, and the flame blade slashed out but swept the air.

Several pale runes appeared around the soul-guiding man, and disappeared from the spot with his body.

Seeing that he could not capture the enemy, Black made a quick decision to activate the Shadow Cloak.

The next moment, the whistling and flying dark red sickle blade slashed from the rear, slashing into the shadow floating around Black, as if it was penetrated into a tunnel with smoke flying, lifting and shaving a deck under Black's feet.

The pirate disappeared from the spot, trampled on by evil energy, left the Nagfal, and jumped back to a burning dragon head ship on the sea ahead.

Just after a fight for less than a turn, the body in the demonized state was covered with broken scars.

This thick layer of magic power of the shadow evil energy wrapped around him was like a gap being opened, causing the magic power to be lost rapidly.

"You use your power that does not belong to you to show off your power! The betrayer."

Habron held the war sickle in his left hand and the soul-guiding lamp in his right hand. As the horn of the Nagfal was echoing, he shouted loudly:

"The evil thing in your hands will make Her Majesty the Queen extremely happy. Sent it! Send it with that precious soul! I will descend to death in peace, so that you do not have to suffer eternal torture!"

"You want this?"

Black grinned, buckled the skull of Gul'dan hanging on his chest in the demonized hand, and put on a classic pose of the egg. The skull was burning with dark green fel fire.

The demonized face shining brightened and darker.

He raised the Blade of Flame in his other hand and said provocatively:

"Get it yourself!"

"Captain! Respond to the summons quickly!"

At the same time, the sound of the orc warlock Diga. The evil eyes sounded like a distant wind sounded in Black's ear.

There is also a delicate force of shadows that disrupts the rules of space, such as shadow tentacles flying out of the fog, tying Black's entire body into it.

The scene was like a shadowed octopus with fangs and claws, rushing out from the shadow crack that broke in place and swallowing the entire pirate.

Warlock magic. Summoning ceremony.

Borrowing the power of shadows, breaking the constraints of space, and summoning the people with the soul stone mark on them to the place where the ceremony is underway.

This is one of the few teleportation magic that warlocks have.

"Hahaha"

Black laughed and absorbed the magic power of Gul'dan's skull again, plus all the magic power remaining in his upcoming demonization state gathered together to launch the "final killing".

"boom"

The evil flame wrapped in shadow flew out of Black's claws, shaped into a huge chaotic energy like a dragon's collision in the air, and it broke out of control at the moment of taking action.

The rolling shadow and fel magic theory skills are not worth mentioning at all.

But in terms of destructive power alone, it is definitely close to the level of legendary magic.

This dangerous and full force hit the front of Habron, who raised the battle sickle and looked angry, was blocked by a pale light curtain, and Blake also escaped from the demonization.

The whole person rolled and was pulled into the closed shadow crack behind him.

At the moment when he disappeared from this chaotic coast, he did not forget to raise his middle finger and said "enthusiastic" farewell to Habron.

Everything is in the plan.

Except for the time when the summoning ceremony was started one or two minutes later, if it weren't for the demonization state, Black would have finished playing, but isn't this the meaning of the existence of the trump card?

When you walk between life and death, turn on the card, throw the weight, and pull the balance of victory towards yourself.

"Bang"

Black's figure rolled down from the Shadow Rift, and with impact, hitting the orc warlock who could not dodge, interrupting the Shadow Summoning Ceremony he was presiding.

The exquisite mana model composed of magic power drawn from all over the world also collapsed rapidly, allowing the shadows gathered together to dissipate rapidly.

Seeing Black being summoned back from the fog alive, the orcs around him looked at me and I looked at you. A few younger ones couldn't help but feel excited and gave embarrassing cheers.

But their human captain is still alive and escapes from the claws of death again, which is indeed a pleasure.

"Ahem, why are you standing there? Help me."

Black lay on the ground in a mess, coughing while making a hoarse and dry sound.

He tried to get up, but his tingling and sore limbs could not be lifted at all.

After leaving the powerful demonized state, an indescribable sense of weakness swallowed him, making him feel like he was staying up late for ten days, and every bone was trembling.

In addition to physical weakness, there is also spiritual loss.

After experiencing the powerful posture of killing people and killing Buddhas in a demonized state, he once again returned to the weak and ordinary state, as if he had a dream that could not be kept.

Two violent orcs rushed over and helped the brave captain up from the ground. Garona handed over the water bag to drink the black cow with chapped lips.

But the throat still burned to the stomach, as if it was swallowing charcoal fire.

Taking advantage of his breathing, he glanced at the character card, and as he expected, he entered a "weak" state:

State: Ordinary body (weak). Evil can be hungry and thirsty

He twitched by the weakness rising everywhere in his body. Just as he was about to look at the beach left and right, he saw the half-lich plum. Dongfeng walked up.

The old mage didn't say anything else, stretched out his decaying fingers and grabbed Black's chin.

His eyes that could scare the kids, stared at Black's eyes, looked carefully, then nodded, and said to Black:

"You're finished."

"Hmm? Master, don't scare me!"

Black was quite uneasy when he said this. Garona sighed, took out a small mirror from her waist bag, handed it to Black, and let him see it by himself.

The pirate picked up the exquisiteness and looked into his eyes.

Then I found that in the deepest part of my light blue pupils, two invisible green spots were about to be beating, very evil.

"Injecting a lot of fel energy at one time is just a life-threatening thing! I don't know how you survived, but it has begun to erode your body. You will be addicted to fel energy like those warlocks.

Even if you suppress it yourself, your body will instinctively desire more evil energy."

The legendary assassin hugged his arms and said quietly:

"I have seen so many warlocks in the Shadow Council."

"Don't listen to them nonsense, Captain. Fel is not a bad thing. We warlocks rely on it to become powerful. It is no different from other powers.

It is more generous than other powers.”

Diga next to him had an evil eye with no concern.
To be continued...