Originally, Valeera planned to return to Cenarion Fortress and contact Veles through the secret channel of the Backlight Blade, but she did not expect to meet by chance in such a small cave.
Sarlayan even twitched the corner of his mouth and complained to the barrage: "Is this cave poisonous? There is an endless stream of visitors. How did Garona hide here for several months?"
[Without being arrogant, is it possible that one of you or Valeela has a natural tendency to cause trouble? 】
[It hurts my heart, old man. 】
[Is this called the Child of Destiny? (derogatory)]
Sarlayan was a little speechless at the way the barrage took the opportunity to laugh at them, so he simply ignored them and focused on Veles, who had reunited after a long absence.
If it were elsewhere, Verles might have sprinkled a little water on the unconscious orc to wake him up from his coma.
But in desert areas, water is a very precious resource, and no one will waste it in such a place.
Villeless is a veteran legendary thief, and he certainly has more than one way to wake people up.
"Duang!"
This sound effect was added by Sarlayan in his mind, but it actually made a simple sound of cloth rubbing together.
"oh oh!!"
The orc was woken up from a coma by the indescribable severe pain caused by Verless' leg kick, and he subconsciously wanted to cover his crotch with both hands, but he forgot that his hand was still nailed to the ground by a flying knife.
Seeing the orc's embarrassed posture twisting in pain, Sarlayan also felt a little cold in his crotch.
Just then Valeera turned her head and showed a meaningful smile, which gave him a sense of crisis unique to men.
【Broken egg kick! 】
【Deadly chicken fight! (funny)】
[This is too painful, don’t ask me why I know...]
[Brother, please start your performance. 】
[Poor orcs, they can’t even become heirs of the Crotch Covering Sect. 】
[Fuck, God is so crotch-covering, I’m not convinced. 】
Villes squatted down with his experience and pressed his knees against the orc's legs as he tried to fight back. He raised his hands to pinch his cheeks and started to ask for information in orc language.
It's a pity that the torture didn't go smoothly. This kind of madman who has been brainwashed by the ancient gods is already confused and remains tight-lipped in the face of cruel torture.
Or it should be said that he himself didn’t know how to answer Villes’ question.
"Salayan, come here."
After trying to no avail, Villeless beckoned his nephew to him.
"Valeera's report mentioned that you learned necromancy that can control souls?"
Sarlayan seemed to understand what Veles meant: "I learned it, but it was just learned, and I didn't study it in depth."
Verless slashed the orc's neck with his dagger, without looking at his last struggle before death.
"That doesn't matter, let's try it on him and see if we can get useful information from this guy's soul."
"OK."
Since he personally didn't like the dark necromancy, Sarlayan only had a brief taste of it and did not continue to study it after rescuing his mother from the Blighted Realm.
Necromancy is originally aimed at the soul, and spiritualism can easily capture the soul of a recently deceased orc from the corpse.
No language is needed to communicate with the soul. Sarlayan pinched the neck of the orc's soul and roughly read the remaining information in his soul.
It didn't take long for Sarlayan to frown and let him go.
The souls of the orcs, which had been ravaged to a great extent by the ancient gods, dissipated on the spot, and they were not even qualified to go to the Shadow Realm to atone their sins.
"This is all such a mess..."
Rubbing his eyebrows with a headache, Sarlayan sorted out the information he had just obtained.
"This guy's name is Rag, and he was originally a member of the Twilight Hammer clan."
"After being corrupted by the power of C'Thun's ancient god, he was abandoned by Cho'gall as an abandoned son. His subsequent memories can be described as a mess."
"But we have sorted out some information for the time being."
Villeless: "What information?"
"Another camp."
Sarlayan's expression became serious: "The Twilight Hammer established two camps in Silithus, both with the purpose of concealing the insect nest being excavated below."
"One of them is the Zora Hive under our feet, and the other one is in the east of Silithus. It is covered by a camp established by another group of people from the Twilight Hammer. Let's call it the Rego Hive."
"Insect's Nest..."
Since arriving in Silithus, Veles and the elite thieves of the Backlight Blade have more or less noticed signs that something is wrong.
But their main goal is not to wipe out Silithus, nor is it like Garona who focuses on the Twilight Hammer.
The order given by the Sun King to the Backlight Blade is to collect intelligence related to its insect-hunting people, the more detailed the better.
Just like what Danmu likes to say, only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle.
Compared with the night elves, the high elves know too little about their insectoids. Once a fight occurs, these unfamiliar enemies may cause unexpected damage to the high elves' army.
The night elves, who were temporarily allies, shared some information about the Qiraji with Quel'Thalas, but this information was obviously incomplete.
Moreover, thousands of years have passed, and even the night elves cannot guarantee whether the information at that time is still applicable.
Creatures like insects have strong environmental adaptability. Who knows whether they have evolved any other abilities in these thousands of years.
After Verles arrived in Silithus, he immediately went to the gate of the Beetle Wall to observe at close range the insect-men snarling behind the seal.
Speaking of which, being able to face these angry bug-men was thanks to the big fuss made by the three of Sarlayan.
Being tricked in front of his face and managed to slip away under his nose, not to mention the Qiraji, even C'Thun felt humiliated.
The anger of the Qiraji has not subsided to this day, which has allowed Villeless and others to obtain a lot of first-hand information almost from close range.
Due to the different focus of the investigation, Backlight Blade had not turned its attention underground before. The information given by Sarlayan gave Veles a new plan.
"Well!"
Just when Veles was about to ask for more information in detail, Sarlayan suddenly covered his forehead and groaned.
"Salayan?!"
Valeera came over nervously before Villes could react and carefully inspected his head.
"No external injuries, right?"
Velez didn't bother to tease Valila about girls being outgoing, and his originally indifferent expression suddenly darkened.
"Damn it! I was reckless and ignored the contagious and corrosive nature of the ancient god's power!"
As Veles said, Sarlayan at this time was being eroded by the power of the ancient gods.
In his conscious space, he saw a large number of ferocious eyeballs that were multiplying rapidly.
The blue sky that represents Sarlayan's self-awareness is being eroded step by step, and the dark shadows are crazily expanding their territory.
"Submit, mortal."
"Offer your allegiance to the great god."
"Don't... think about it!"
Sarlayan gritted his teeth and temporarily stabilized the balance of power. Half of the consciousness space was bright and half dark. No one could do anything to anyone for the time being.
"Wow~ wow~ little guy, what are you playing at? Do you even dare to provoke those tentacle monsters?"
A joking voice suddenly echoed in Sarlayan's mind, and a rickety figure without a standing figure appeared beside his consciousness.
"Bang...Sandy?"
Sarlayan, who was in poor condition, looked at Death Loa who appeared for some reason with some surprise.
Bwonsamdi shrugged cynically: "I just said, why is there the smell of the void floating over... Have you forgotten the value of your existence?"
"Your kid's soul is directly connected to the Realm of Blight. If that big-eyed guy uses you as a springboard to enter Zlos, old Bwonsamdi will not be able to bear it."
"Hehe~ Just treat it as a special gift. Let me help you. Next time you want me to take action, you will have to pay the price."
"Boom!"
The staff in Bwonsamdi's hand hit the ground heavily, and another dark force that had different origins from the ancient gods spread outwards with Sarlayan as the center, and soon drove C'Thun's erosion out of Sarlayan. home field of consciousness.
"Huh~"
The sense of crisis from his soul faded away, and Sarlayan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thanks, Bwonsamdi, I won't let you do it in vain. If you need anything, just ask."
"Hehe~ Not for now, I won't be polite to you when I need it."
"So be it, my partner."
Bwonsamdi lay half in the air and waved his hand, and the projection of his soul gradually faded and disappeared.
"This crisis is also a good lesson for you. When you are an enemy of those tentacle monsters, you must not relax your will."
"Well!"
As his consciousness returned to his body, Sarlayan took a deep breath.
Valeela nervously touched Sarlayan's sweaty forehead: "Are you okay?! Ancient God..."
"fine."
Valeera's caring eyes made Sarai'an feel warm, and he raised his hand and tapped her head gently.
"Let me go, little squirrel, there are still people watching."
Valeera immediately became furious: "Don't call me little squirrel!"
