"Little master, the sinful magic you use is really eye-opening."

After overcoming the ambush of the Society of Benevolence, Black, the tauren, and the orcs walked deep into the forest. They had already seen the teleportation point set up by the Cenarion Order there.

As they headed there, Xal'atath whispered in Black's ear:

"I just watched the whole process of how it takes effect, and I have a feeling that it should be your trump card. If it is true as you said, no one can ignore his own sins, then doesn't it mean that it can be effective on any existence?"

"Well, the power of sin is indeed shocking, but how can it be as powerful as you say?"

Blake observed the scene in the forest in front of him. He noticed the particularly tall jungle guardian standing in front of the druids, and replied in his heart:

"Even in Revendreth, the birthplace of sinful magic, the accusers of sin have prisoners who they cannot deal with at all. If they can crush every soul by squeezing the heart energy of sin, then what's the point of swallowing the Maw of All Things?

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Just as hell cannot contain all souls, so calling out sin cannot defeat all my enemies.

For the power of sin to take effect, a soul must be guilty, and he or she or it must admit guilt.

This is a very spiritual power.

The most important thing is that since it is energy that can be materialized, it means that different people must have different powers when controlling it. It is impossible for me to use it against opponents like Archimonde or Odin.

Even if they have sins that cannot be covered up, I can't materialize them.

The weakening, blocking and immunity between different divine powers is a big problem that all offensive powers cannot avoid."

Having said this, a glimmer of light flashed in the pirate's eyes, and he added:

"But if they are weak enough, I can give it a try."

"Wait a minute! I can understand that the gap in absolute strength is too big to make sure kills effective."

The well-informed Xal'atath quickly discovered the problem, and she said suspiciously:

"But what did the little master just say that 'the soul must consider itself guilty'? Could it be that if my will is so strong that I never consider myself guilty, then even the sin curse you impose will not take effect on me?"

"No, it will still hurt if it should hurt."

The pirate shook his head and explained:

"It's just that when you don't think you are guilty, the curse of sin will not have any impact on your will. At that time, it will slip to the level of an ordinary curse.

It's like an incurable disease.

You must understand, Xal'atath, that sinful magic was born in the Shadowlands, the realm of the dead.

The power of spiritual power there is far greater than that of the material world. When a soul is firm enough, even Denathrius, the ruler of Revendreth and the physical incarnation of sin punishment, cannot defeat that soul.

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He can tear it apart easily.

But he couldn't make a stubborn guy bow his head and confess. After all, the definition of sin was always subjective.

And the Abyss is a hell prepared for those hopeless bastards who refuse to give in and have no desire for redemption.

The reason why sin magic was born is not to kill, it is a means of 'education'. The premise of education is that others must listen. If the other party is as solid as a rock, your education will be meaningless.

The most important thing is that this set of power must be combined with the Sin Monument to exert its maximum destructive power.

Its greatest use is not punishment or combat, but control. It is a completely unsolvable super control and is beyond the shackles of life and death. Of course, you must first convince those cunning guys to willingly shoulder the burden of sin."

"Well, I understand."

Xal'atath let out a playful laugh and said:

"Congratulations, little master, the Holy Light Church has fallen into your hands."

"What's so joyful about this?"

Blake pouted and said:

"I didn't intend to do anything to them. The devil is coming. At this time, even a bad guy like me knows that stabbing someone in the back is a bad idea.

how to say.

This is just a 'prudent protection', and I don't want things to get to the worst.

Lo and behold, Remulos found me.

Come, smile and be friendly."

As he spoke, Blake showed a full fake smile, raised his hand and waved to the Son of Nature in front of him, with a familiar look, and the huge jungle guardian opposite also smiled.

He is the eldest son of the King of the Forest and the brother of Zaltar.

This important figure in the natural camp has learned everything that happened in Desolate Land from the Silver Wing Sentinel, and he also talked freely with his newly freed brother in his dream.

No matter what outsiders think of Black, the wave of operations in the Holy Land of Maraudon really allowed the stinky pirates to increase the reputation of the Cenarius family to the extreme.

"Father is waiting for you all in Moonglade. He is very concerned about the situation in Desolace and is ready to discuss the past, present and future with the tauren of the Bloodhoof clan.

I am my father’s envoy, and I am specially here to lead you to Moonlight Grove.”

When the pirates and the group came over, the son of the demigod stepped forward with four hooves.

His deer hooves and antlers, as well as his long green hair and paws on his hands all have crystals like natural energy crystals, and his body is also covered with mysterious magic patterns.

This means that Remulos has also become a demigod of natural power. Although not as powerful as his father, he can indeed be regarded as the top combat power of the natural camp.

He did not have an arrogant and indifferent attitude, but a gentle tone that made people feel like spring breeze, and made a "please" gesture to the pirates, tauren and orcs in front of him.

In the forest clearing behind him, an emerald green natural door was slowly rotating in the frame wrapped in vines, with light green mist lingering on it, which looked very magical.

"We are guests, so we would like to trouble you to come in person."

After getting the assurance from the Stone Mother, the anger in Old Ox Kane's heart had dissipated a little. Now that he saw Cenarius's son being so polite, he couldn't be too rude.

He wagged his tail, glanced at the row of enemy-looking Elf Druids behind the Nature Demigod, and said to Remulos in front of him:

"We come here with good intentions to solve the problem. Your Excellency, you don't have to worry about us making trouble unreasonably."

The jungle guardian smiled and did not answer the question.

The elves have been observing the tauren for hundreds of years. To be honest, what the druids are worried about today is not that the honest tauren will cause trouble, but other people who follow the tauren.

Those warlike orcs, as well as the ten places in Azeroth in front of them, and nine of them have his stinky pirate Black Shaw.

Judging from some of the pirate's past actions, the relationship between him and the Cenarion Order is very complicated and cannot be summed up as simple hostility or friendship.

After discussion, the archdruids agreed that Black was not an enemy.

But he is more dangerous than his enemy.

Enemies only want to destroy them, but pirates want to use, command and control.

"You go over first, I'll come right after."

Black was about to enter the Gate of Nature when he suddenly spotted a familiar figure behind Remulos.

He turned to say something to Kane, Brox and others behind him, then pulled the old orc Drek'Thar aside and told him:

"Keep an eye on Grom. His breathing has begun to become heavier. I feel like he was just sizing up where to cut Remulos's neck more smoothly.

If you release this lunatic when the negotiations are not going well, don't really let him do whatever he wants. Under normal circumstances, he is no match for Cenarius."

"I understand."

The old orc nodded and said:

"But come here as soon as possible. If something happens, I'm afraid the three of us won't be able to hold it back. Alas, we are all old after all."

"Don't underestimate yourselves so much. You are all getting stronger with age."

The pirate gave a small compliment, and then left the team and walked a few steps into the forest. He looked at the old druid in front of him with a herbal bandage on his wrist and a depressed posture, and said:

"Did Sir Xiao Tianzhe wait for me here specially?"

"Um."

The mentor of Hesali Black Crow and the leader of the Raptor Druid, Omulon the Sky-roarer, looked at the smelly pirate in front of him with a very complicated look. In the past few days, this highly respected Arch Druid has passed

It's not good at all.

After knowing that his disciple was severely bullied by the stinky pirates, even though he was scolded by the Loa spirit in Hisari Black Crow, Omulon did not give up.

He started a series of connections after returning to Moonglade, preparing to forcibly bring back his disciple Hisari Black Crow from the stinking pirates.

If it weren't for Black's request, Miss Black Crow would have returned to Moonlight Grove early to work as a messenger, and talked with her mentor to suppress Omulon's anger.

Otherwise, Rende would have ambushed Blake today, and it wouldn't have been the small scene just now.

With Skyroar's reputation in the Cenarion Order, once he chooses to join the ambush, Black will have to face at least five more great druids and at least a hundred high-level druids.

He is the leader of the raptors among the forces of nature!

In human civilization, he still has the status of a national archbishop, which is really a high position of authority.

"The disgust in your eyes scares me, and makes me afraid that I won't be able to come out if I go to Moonlight Grove. But I hope you can understand this matter again. I don't have any ill intentions towards your disciples."

Blake said in a very sincere tone in front of the Roaring One:

"It's not my fault that things have reached this point. I can only say that it is fate. As for the term 'pet', it is just an evil mentality of me as a big bad guy.
To be continued...