Chapter 2627 (1/2)
Entering the big tree, the communication between Su Ming and savis is unexpectedly smooth. The former Elven prime minister, now deformed Sartre, has a very friendly attitude towards his little black incarnation.
This big man is a bit evil in his smile, but he is a villain. When a warm smile appears on the face of a devil like Sartre, it will certainly be ferocious.
It's really great to be a symbiotic host. When dealing with people who believe in ancient gods, they even save the steps to prove their identity. As long as people see that they are covered with tentacles, it's enough to solve all doubts.
Of course, there are also some skills. The relationship between ancient gods was hostile. When they pretended to be envoys of enzos, they could only produce thousands of tentacles, but they could not have eyes on them.
Once the tentacle has eyes, it will be regarded as a believer of ksun, the God of thousand eyes. That is the enemy of enzos.
”Master sent me to help you get rid of Malfurion Stormrage.”
“N'Zothagqam！ Let the tide take him into the master's dream, let him kneel down! Wither! corruption! His flesh and blood will become a surging tide of blood! We will dance wildly in the master's blessing
The dialogue is so simple. Su Ming disguises himself as a god envoy and so on. He says a word, and then savis reaches a climax completely.
The huge Sartre laughed wildly, covered his belly, and the twisted red blade like sharp corners of his body kept shaking, making a small sound.
In fact, it's very simple for the people who want to cheat the ancient gods, because although the goods are not completely blind and stupid, their people basically have no means to contact their superiors.
That is to say, only when enzos remembers, he will contact his tool men and assign them tasks to do things. More often, he is still sleeping in the unknown city of nyorosa.
”Take me to your enemy, savius. Hurry up, hurry up. The master wants his flesh and blood.”
According to the style of the cult, Su Ming urged again.
The red light in the dark expanded, and a large mass of red twisted vines rose from the ground. It was wrapped with a ferocious eyeball full of blood. The huge pupil was a portal, and it was surrounded by dense flies.
Savis bent down and made a ”come in” gesture. He laughed so much that he could not wait to kill Malfurion.
On the opposite side of the portal is the corner of the jadeite dream that has been corrupted. Huge red and black thorns break out of the ground, and the grass is also infected into a gorgeous red fungus blanket. The black stream bubbles like asphalt and flows slowly at the foot of the death knell.
All kinds of twisted creatures that can only be seen in nightmares can be seen here. Crazy Druids, fallen tree demons and bear monsters, deformed pieces of meat and tentacles drill out of their bodies.
There is even a translucent green dragon not far away. The nightmare network is like a big net, winding around the dragon's dream form and transforming it.
Unlike the death knell, which enters the dream as an entity, the green dragon itself should still be sleeping somewhere in Azeroth. It doesn't notice its own changes. It crawls on the red grass like a hill, shortness of breath, and doesn't know what it dreams of.
”This is elanecus of the green dragon legion, one of isera's spouses, and I'm secretly changing it in my dreams.” Savis came to Xiao Hei's back and explained with a smile: ”it will gradually become irritable and suspicious. Its fragile mind is like the fragile wings of an insect in front of its master's great power.”
It seems that people made of black mud smile, showing their white teeth, and their tentacles dance wildly:
”well done.”