Chapter 1795 Repairing the Soul

"My brother...did I do all this? Oh my god! What did I do?" Ursol looked at the horrific blood stains on his brother's shoulders and body, and he immediately realized that this was his masterpiece.

This is not a flesh wound, this is a hard slap that will kill the opponent, coupled with a decisive level of elemental impact. Ursol clearly remembered his chaotic madness just a moment ago.

After waking up, I felt the deepest sense of guilt, pain, and despair.

"No! Oh my God! Your soul will burst," Ursol exclaimed.

"It sounds like your soul can survive this time..." Ursok's huge bear face showed an extremely anthropomorphic bitter smile.

Then the two brothers turned their big heads at the same time and showed an apologetic expression to Duke who flashed away and stood in a triangle with them.

"I didn't expect that the world would change so quickly."

"Powerful human being! We are also very moved by your proposal."

"But...it seems our souls can't bear it anymore."

"What a pity."

Just when Duke pierced [Song of Light and Shadow] into Ursol's head, Duke also completed spiritual communication with him.

Now we encounter a new and more serious problem - the soul state of the two furbolg demigods is worse than imagined.

Because in a very short period of time for a demigod, Ursok was resurrected twice. This kind of forced resurrection is very draining of the soul's power.

Especially Ursoc, his soul was first polluted and then purified last time. His soul returned to the Emerald Dream, was resurrected, and was polluted again. This is like when a person is injured and carrion is cut off to heal the injury. However, new meat does not grow back and more good meat rots. The result is a mess.

What's even worse is that the soul foundation of the two brothers, commonly known as the spiritual base, is actually connected. This is a bit like the twin emperors. Because the souls are the same, the injuries are also the same.

Although this kind of injury will not completely destroy the souls of the two brothers, it is obviously a part of N'zoth's conspiracy.

If the spiritual base is greatly damaged, then the two brothers must at least return their souls to the Emerald Dream and rest for thousands or even thousands of years without being contaminated before they have a chance to accept the next resurrection. Undoubtedly, doing this will make the furbolg demigod brothers unable to catch up with the next battle in the Land of Fire, or even [Legion Return] at a later time.

In the mind of that conspiracy maniac, it is best if the furbolg brothers are corrupted. They cannot be corrupted and cannot take advantage of the Alliance or the God of the Wilds.

Duke frowned deeply.

Duke is a demigod. As a demigod who still communicates with the magic network and is temporarily an elemental system, Duke's every move and even a thought affects the entire magic network.

At this moment, there was a gust of wind on the boulder hills. The strong wind with elemental breath blew through the grass on the hills, rustling, and countless dead leaves flew over the heads of the furbolgs.

The endless sea in the distance to the east is sparkling with waves, and from east to west, the wind carrying the salty smell of the ocean passes quietly over the hills and blows into the distance.

At this time, Duke saw the pleading in the eyes of the furbolg brothers.

In fact, Duke can completely ignore the furbolg brothers.

In this life of Azeroth, the cards are definitely much stronger than in the original history.

The furbolg himself sought death and resurrected Ursok twice in a short period of time. Who can blame this?

But Duke can completely imagine that when the Burning Legion returns, who will protect the furbolgs who have lost the blessing of their own demigods?

This is the tragedy of a weak race.

If you have too much time to take care of your own race, who would remember the friendship between the Gods of the Wilds who united to fight against the Burning Legion?

Duke heard a lone big tree not far away, its branches and leaves making a creaking sound.

Suddenly I feel something!

The current alliance is indeed stronger than it was at the same time in history.

What does it rely on?

Isn't it just that at one point in time, the strong people who would have died or fallen were brought back?

It's like gathering sand to form a tower.

Without those grains of sand and the hard work that lasted for more than 20 years, how could we be as strong as we are today and as strong as the alliance?

Facing the wind of doomsday, a tree is certainly lonely.

What about a forest?

What about a whole dense and vast virgin forest?

Duke could imagine that if he gave up at a certain point, perhaps this organization called the Alliance, called the United Azeroth, would stage the drama of "a thousand-mile embankment destroyed by an ant nest".

It won't be long before you hear the roar of the collapse of the city of destiny in your heart.

Duke took a long breath and said, "I have a proposal for you brothers..."

On the other side, the furbolg and giant bear that had just been knocked away were already getting up from the ground leisurely. They didn't scatter.

Because the gods they believe in and trust are still fighting.

But the style of painting has changed. In their eyes, the invincible god of furbolgs is actually embracing the devil's mortal enemy.

Yes, this is the most incredible thing in their field of vision.

At this time, the divine will that dominated them came.

Every bear or furbolg stopped on this former battlefield. They stood upright like humans, with each bear's head raised high and staring at the sky——

The images of the furbolg demigod brothers loomed large in the sky.

Ursok said directly: "We were deceived by the ancient evil god N'Zoth."

Ursol continued: "There is no Burning Legion at this moment."

Along with their words, their vision suddenly experienced the most drastic change.

A moment ago, they were so carried away that they couldn't hear any other sounds or see anything else. The whole soul falls into a false silence.

At this time, a brilliant, purple-blue arcane storm erupted in the horizon. The storm set off a rain of arcane missiles all over the sky, moving in a clockwise direction.

Those arcane missiles hit the sky and the sky burst into pieces.

When it hits the earth, the earth changes color.

Hit the demon and the demon turns into a furbolg.

It was a complete rewrite of the five senses.

Originally, in their minds, they were currently on a terrifying ancient battlefield, cheering wildly for their demigods fighting against the demon lord. Unexpectedly, the next second the whole world was taken over by a peaceful and familiar world.

Their consciousness returned to Grizzly Hills.

The voices of the Ursock brothers resounded through their souls: "Frankly speaking, your souls have been corrupted, and corrupted souls are difficult to redeem. I know that the next request our brothers made is a bit excessive, that is - dedicate you souls to make up for our damaged souls.”