Maladal was an archbishop in the Temple of Oakington, and the years he spent in this underground labyrinth took up a large part of his life. As the archbishop of the catacomies, Maladar has the ability to communicate with spirits, and a person like him is equivalent to a psychic in the native world before the invasion of the Scourge Legion.

Originally, Maladar thought that the child would go on like this, but the arrival of a group of orcs ruined everything.

To this day, Maladal can't forget the scene when those red-eyed orcs entered the temple of Oakington, watching his former companions fall one by one, his own clan, his relatives died tragically under the butcher's knife of the orcs, and Maladal, who had easily escaped, changed.

He couldn't forget the hideous faces of the orcs, he couldn't forget the horror of his relatives under the orc butcher's knives, standing in the temple full of corpses of his kind, looking at the bloody land, looking at the dead silence of the temple after the orcs raged, Maladar's hatred burned brightly.

The orcs must not be spared, and all orcs deserve to be punished, especially Durotan who led the orcs to bloodwash the temple.

Once a person is dominated by hatred, no matter what his starting point is, his heart will be twisted, and he will become unscrupulous in order to take revenge.

This was the case with the hate-dominated Maladale, who was so mad for revenge that he used the souls of Oakington's own people as raw materials for his evil soul experiments.

The Great Change, the transformation of Maladal from being a friend of the Wraiths of the Caverns of Oakington to a villain who makes them hate and fear, and the Wraiths of the Draenei now crave to eat his flesh and drink his blood. It's just that Maladar's strength is not weak, and he is mixed with demons in order to gain strength, the ghosts can't help him at all, and many ghosts who want to kill Maladal are also controlled by him and become his puppets against foreign enemies.

In the depths of Auginny's crypt, Maladal, who has made countless Draenei ghosts hate to eat his flesh, wears blood-colored armor and has two powerful demon bosses in front of him: Levisius and Hillac, the Death Watcher, who works with him.

Working with Levisius, Maladal valued the Book of the Dead in his possession, which was of great help to his experiments.

To tell the truth, this book fell into the hands of Levisius is completely a pearl, and the demon who holds the Book of the Dead is just using it to do some small tricks to seduce souls, and these unseemly means are simply violent in the eyes of Maladale, if it weren't for Maladale's fear that Levisius and Hillrac would have joined forces, he would have started to rob it.

It would be a waste to let something as good as the Book of the Dead be in the hands of someone like himself who could play his role, and to let it fall into the hands of illiterate fools like Levisius.

With this in mind, Maladal consulted with Levisius several times to obtain the Book of the Dead in his possession.

Maybe Levisius is too cunning, or maybe Maladal is too eager, in short, Archbishop Delaney's purpose has been guessed by the devil, since he has mastered Maladar's psychology, Levisius will naturally not do what the other party wants before he achieves his goal.

Levisius held his head high and said to Maladar in an unquestioning tone: "I said it, the Book of the Dead is mine, and it is impossible to give it to you. ”

Maladal frowned, his patience with this guy was reaching its limit, he had recently been wooing Hillac, and once he had managed to pull the Death Watcher to his side, and at the very least, he would remain neutral in the event of his own conflict with Levisius.

With one-on-two Maladal asking himself, he doesn't have that ability, but one-on-one heads-up or even teaming up with Hillrac is much more certain, don't forget where this is, there are countless draenei ghosts controlled by him in the Oginny crypt, and these ghosts will become his best help in defeating Levisius.

Maladar was about to speak, but his face suddenly changed.

Levisius and Hillak had their backs to the entrance, they didn't see what was happening outside, but Maladal was facing the entrance.

As they spoke, a blood-colored light rolled in, and in this blood-colored light, countless ghosts struggled, all of them were the souls of the Draenei who had been controlled by Maladal.

It was this that made Maladale's face change color, he had cast a spell in the souls of the Draenei under his control, and he would feel it when something happened, which was why Maladal could stay in the deepest part of the Omega crypt all year round without fear of an enemy invasion.

However, before this blood-colored light came into his sight, he did not receive the slightest message that was inappropriate.

Is my spell working?

Or was this blood-colored light so powerful that my spell was destroyed before it even had time to activate?

If it was the former, Maladar felt that there was still hope for things, but he knew in his heart that it was simply impossible. There is only one truth of the matter, and that is that the intruder is so powerful that he is completely incomparable.

Who the hell is it?

Who wants me to die?

Seeing the blood-colored light enveloping him, Maladar let out an unwilling cry in his heart, he hadn't taken revenge yet, he really didn't die.

But what if you are unwilling, what if you have hatred, the gap in strength is there, and even if Maladar struggles desperately, she will inevitably be swept up in the fate of the blood-colored light.

"What's that?"

Levisius was drowned out by the blood-colored glow after saying his last words, and became one of those who struggled in the blood-colored river.

What is surprising is that the death watcher Shirrak even resisted, as an advanced evolution of the evil eye, Shirlac was the weakest of the three, but Maladar and Levisius couldn't even resist, but he was able to resist, which was a strange situation.

However, the difference between the strength of Shilrac and the other party was too great, and all he could do was delay his death time a little bit, and after an extremely short period of resistance, the blood color still drowned him after all.

The blood-colored light that swept all the ghosts and demons in the Omega crypt, no need to ask, there was no one else but Leo's blood god clone.

When all the strugglers in the blood-colored light disappeared, when all the wails were gone, the figure of the blood god appeared in the dead and empty Okini crypt.

It stands to reason that the blood god clone who has eaten so many spirits, let himself have a full meal, and his strength has improved, if not too happy, will not be too bad, but now he has a gloomy face.

The reason why this is so is because he has discovered another weakness of his own.

During the attack on Shirrak, the Death Watcher's knee-jerk counterattack made the Blood God clone a little jealous, which is why Shilrak, the weakest of his strength, was the last to be swept into the river of blood.

There is an instinctive fear of the energy ray blood god clone with the annihilation surname, of course, this fear only exists now, once he activates all the abilities given to him by the heart of the abyss, and turns himself into a terrifying hell demon god-level existence, this fear will disappear, and this weakness will no longer exist.

But, no matter what, the Blood God clone is now afraid of the energy annihilation ray.

Weakness is weakness, no matter how you deny it, it is existence, even if this is only a temporary weakness, but its existence also makes the blood god clone unhappy to the extreme.

"Huh?" The depressed Blood God clone suddenly discovered a strange thing, it was a book, "What is it?" ”

The book that will interest the Blood God clone is no ordinary book, this book is the Book of the Dead that made Maladal murderous to Levisius.

Now, Maladal is dead, and so is Levisius, and everything they carry has been corroded into the most basic particles in the river of blood that the blood god avatar has turned into, but this book, the book of the dead, has been preserved unscathed.

Even the bodies of Levisius and Maladal could not stand the corrosion of the river of blood, but this book of the dead was not damaged at all, how could the blood god clone not be curious about it?

I know my own affairs, no one knows better than the blood god clone about the corrosive ability of the blood river, it is the corrupt blood inherited from the blood god Haka, even the gods have to suffer a big loss if they fall into the blood river, but a book is fine, the corrupt blood that can corrupt the god's body has no effect on it, doesn't this mean anything?

Baby!

This book must be a treasure!

The blood god clone reached into his body and tried to pull out the Book of the Dead, but an accident happened.

The Blood God's clone grabbed the Book of the Dead with his hand and pulled it out...... Didn't pull!

"What?"

The Blood God clone was slightly surprised, and he increased his strength and pulled hard...... The Book of the Dead still hasn't moved!

What's going on?

If the first time was an accident, then the second time was certainly not. The second time the blood god clone was dragged hard, the force of this drag was more than ten thousand catties, not to mention a book, even a city gate would have to be pulled down by him.

But why wasn't the Book of the Dead being moved?

Pulling up the force again, dragging again, the result was the same as before—the Book of the Dead was still silent.

"It's evil!"

The blood god clone felt that he was evil enough, but he didn't expect this book of unknown origin in his body to be even more evil, it seemed to be rooted in his body, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't let it move.

There is an inexplicable strange book in his body that he doesn't know how to use, and no one will be comfortable if he changes it, but the blood god clone can't get it out with all his might, which makes him sad.

It seems that in addition to not being able to talk nonsense, you can't eat things indiscriminately.

"What should I do?" The blood god clone scratched his face, and after thinking hard to no avail, he made a decision, "No matter how much, go to the deity and ask, maybe there can be a solution." ”

(To be continued)