"Whether it's a mortal, an elf or a demon, even if the master wants to get the dragon's body, your humble servant will definitely try his best to do it!" Harveys' other skills are not great, but he is very good at flattering and showing loyalty. For these
The most powerful person who has no desire anymore, he naturally knows how to win the favor of the other party
"The dragon?" Sargeras snorted disdainfully, "It's just a toy made by the old man. Do you think my soul can be stuffed into those clumsy dolls?"
Harveys thought for a moment with some embarrassment and said: "If the dragon cannot do it...I heard that there are many subspecies left by the Titans in Northrend. I wonder if the master would mind using their bodies temporarily?"
"Absurd!" There was a burst of lightning and thunder in the sky, and Sartre was so frightened that he hurriedly knelt down, "I have long been severed from the trash of the Pantheon, and you still dare to encourage me to occupy their rotten slaves! Harveys, could it be you?
Do you think I can’t kill you as long as I’m in a soul state?!”
"That legion..."
"What a waste!" Sargeras scolded mercilessly. "Except for Kil'jaeden, who is still a little angry, which demon lord can be mentioned today? He has been defeated repeatedly in Azeroth.
, I think even the veterans of the legion will be defeated by them sooner or later!"
This doesn’t work, that doesn’t work either. Do you think this is picking eggs at the vegetable market? Harveys cursed in his heart, but on the surface he still said with sincerity: "Master, forgive me! I think all commanders may also have their own difficulties.
, if not for this, how could it be possible that the legion could not take over the small Azeroth with its ability to sweep the universe?"
"Okay, let's not mention those idiots!" Sargeras calmed down his anger and said after thinking for a moment, "In this way, I will stay in your body for a while first, and then I will occupy it when I see a suitable host body."
"Ah, this..." Harveys was in trouble upon hearing this. You must know that he had no intention of continuing to serve his original master. If the other party really took over his body and discovered the little abacus in his belly, Sargeras would be furious.
You can't tear him into pieces!
However, verbal evasion does not seem to be a good idea at the moment: no matter how tolerant and generous the Dark Titan is, he will never tolerate a subordinate who has betrayed him and disobeys orders again. Harveys can even think of it, as long as he says a word "no"
, the Lord God of Destruction will probably wipe himself out in this human spiritual world immediately!
"What's the matter, don't you want to?" Seeing Harveys not speaking for a long time, the Dark Titan couldn't help but feel a bit more dangerous in his words.
"No, no, no, how could my subordinate not be willing?" Harveys was agitated, and then he reflected: There may be a way to survive if you agree to the other party, but if you dare to refuse, Sargeras' endless anger will probably come down.
It will come to your head in a moment
"As your most loyal slave, I was just stunned by this sudden glory!" Sartre's face was filled with excitement and disbelief, and he performed a good interpretation of a fanatic, "Great master, your
Your favor makes Harveys feel ashamed! Even if I burn the souls of my subordinates to ashes, I can't repay you even half of your kindness!"
Sargeras laughed several times with satisfaction: "Okay... I already understand your loyalty! In the name of the Dark Titan, after I regain all my strength, I will grant you and your people a more glorious and glorious status.
!”
"Thank you, Master, thank you Master!" Harveys nodded ecstatically. Before, he was forced by the situation and had no choice but to agree to Sargeras' request. This time, he was completely willing to do so - Sargeras
Glass has always paid attention to status, and he has never broken his promise. With his guarantee, his status will surely rise in the legion!
"Now, open your spiritual realm and don't block it!" Sargeras' voice was solemn, "My soul power has not yet returned to its prime. If there is a backlash, you and I will be wiped out!" "As you command, Master.
!" Harveys hurriedly followed his words, and as the Dark Titan requested, he gave up all mental barriers so that the other party could smoothly enter his spiritual world.
Originally, it would be very dangerous to perform soul spells again in the spiritual realm of a third person like this, but as the king of nightmares, Harveys is naturally extremely proficient in his business, and Sargeras, not to mention, he is like many strange people in the world.
When dealing with weird spells, Azeroth is probably not there yet!
Therefore, the two of them are not worried about any accidents, unless... they themselves intend to stop the spell.
Harveys' eyebrows moved slightly with his eyes closed. Although he could indeed feel that Sargeras was continuously injecting soul power into his spiritual world, with a sense of smell that was more sensitive than a dog, Sartre suddenly discovered the Dark Titan.
There is actually something wrong with the power of his soul!
Compared with the souls of ordinary people, most of the souls of strong planes have their own unique features. To put it simply, this is something like a soul imprint: no matter how your body and body change, the soul's
The mark is fixed
Just like in knight novels, some villains will shout during the decisive battle with pig's feet, I have smelled your sweet and delicious soul a long time ago! Or, I can smell the stench of your soul from thousands of miles away!
The meaning of this is basically the same, that is to say, after dealing with a strong person for a long time, you will naturally feel his strength, or even the taste and color of his soul. Although this sounds quite perceptual and abstract, it is often regarded as the sixth
Harveys, who feels like a comrade-in-arms, never thinks so!
"Master, what's wrong with your soul power..." Sartre rolled his eyes and pretended to be quite puzzled. Although he was suspicious of the so-called "Sargeras", the other party's powerful strength and sense of oppression were incomparable.
It is debatable. Could it be that a human knight with mediocre strength could issue such a terrifying majesty? Even if he were beaten to death, he would not believe it.
Sargeras didn't seem to notice Sartre's precautions, and the dark red energy transmitted from the sky and ocean was still being continuously output into the opponent's soul world.
"Don't talk! This is the most critical moment. If you are distracted, your soul will be in danger of being wiped out!" Sargeras did not answer, but just used a warning to prevaricate, which made Harveys heart
I am even more vigilant. Could it be that the other party is indeed a Xibei?
Sartre secretly controls all entrances to the Emerald Nightmare. Although soul spells are extremely dangerous and irreversible, it is not difficult for Harveys, an expert in it: his spiritual world is different from ordinary people. It is not an independent territory.
It is connected to the Emerald Dream created by Ysera
If the Xibei guy pretending to be Sargeras turns against him, he is not afraid of hurting both sides. He will directly open the passage between the Emerald Dream and the Emerald Nightmare, allowing this guy's soul power to self-destruct on the Green Dragon's territory!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel calm in his heart, and his tone suddenly changed, no longer the respectful and flattering before: "Idiot, do you think you can deceive me with two excuses? Your soul power is full of the so-called justice and punishment.
, it’s simply disgusting! You are definitely not Lord Sargeras!”
"Ha, you know what Sargeras's soul power is like?" Seeing that the other party had already seen through him, the voice no longer deliberately pretended, and sneered, "But I just discovered it now, don't you think
Is it too late?"
"Chi, I don't think so..." Harveys sneered back, and concentrated on slowly closing the Emerald Nightmare, and then opened the passage to the Emerald Dream, "You are not qualified to occupy my spiritual realm.
!”
"Really?" The clouds in the sky rolled like tidal waves, and like a curtain being slowly opened, a giant figure shining with golden light stepped from the horizon! The waves of the sea of consciousness matched his footsteps.
, the thunder of the soul sky attached to his light, Harveys was dumbfounded as he watched this extremely huge bronze Titan walk up to him, and then effortlessly held him in his hands.
"No, no, this is impossible! You can't be him!" Sartre danced and slapped the bronze giant as if he was going crazy, "You must be that human in disguise, right, right?"
Looking at the hoarse Sartre, the Titan, whose whole body was glowing with metallic light, couldn't help but taunt: "You read that right, dirty creature! I am him, he is me... You can call me Sargeras, or you can call me
"Regan, but I still like another title the most," Tai Tan paused, then raised his head as if in reminiscence.
"Titan War God!"
Harveys half-opened his mouth in despair. He never expected that the Titan in front of him, who looked exactly like Sargeras, was actually his uncorrupted half of the soul!
Billions of years ago, when Sargeras was determined to turn against the Pantheon and turn the universe into a land of chaos, his once noble bronze body suddenly erupted in black-red flames, covering his whole body, causing
The once majestic Titan turned into a terrifying demon.
And the sword in his hand, once the most powerful weapon in the universe: Ghoshracher. Dark Repayer, also automatically broke into two halves, as if unwilling to follow the fallen master. One half of it was Tisharacher. Flame Ripper.
In the hands of his then lieutenant Aggramar, the other half, Gribor Darkboiler, became the scepter of the fallen Sargeras, and used it to command the Burning Legion to level countless worlds.
Just like the great sword that refused to surrender, Sargeras' soul was actually split in half by the endless struggle. The most evil one took control of the body, while the righteous one was destroyed by the darkness.
The Titan was suppressed in a corner of the spiritual realm and was not released until the battle with Aegwynn.