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"You..." Xal'atath's words suddenly became cautious, and his sharp tone became much softer, "You actually have the ability to destroy artifacts, how on earth do you do SUB)... "

Levin smiled proudly and gently shook the green rune in his hand, "This is just simple magic." He asked provocatively, "Have you never seen this magic before?"

"No.........No." Xal'atath responded hesitantly, with a hint of trembling in his voice.

"Then your eyes have been opened now." There was a hint of coldness in Levin's voice, "So, listen to me. From now on, you have to be careful with what you say. As long as I feel that you are trying to If you confuse me, or want to harm me, I will use [Great Disintegration] on you. Although this magic is not 100% guaranteed to destroy the artifact, it doesn't matter. Guess what, you can try it a few more times. How many times will it be shattered to pieces by the attack of (Sky Splitting Technique)?"

Xal'atath was already panicking at this moment, "No...I don't dare. Please believe me, I will never try to hurt you."

Her heart was full of regret, and she couldn't help but start to reflect on what had happened to her in the first place, so that she would take the initiative to jump into the hands of this evil star.

Faced with Levin's aggressive attitude, she even began to doubt who was the ancient god and who was the true lover.

However, Xal'atath's submission did not satisfy Levin. He frowned slightly and said displeasedly: "Don't always say 'you, you, you', it makes you look very uneducated. Since you are now my sword, what do you think you should call me?"

Xal'atath hesitated for a moment and tentatively replied: "That, Master?"

Facing the threat to his survival, Xal'atath, who was once the ancient god, looked extremely soft at this moment, and he blurted out flattering names like this.

Levin nodded, "That's pretty much it."

As he spoke, he put the scimitar on his belt and planned to challenge the seal of the Hammer of Kazgoros.

"Master..." Xal'atath suddenly said.

"What's wrong?" Levin looked a little impatient.

Xal'atath said cautiously: "If you plan to get the Hammer of Khaz'goroth to fight Neltharion or the Burning Legion, I suggest you give up this plan for the time being."

Levin, who was about to change his form, suddenly stopped.

"Why?" he asked doubtfully.

Although Levin has some knowledge of the history of Warcraft, his understanding is only at the level of a spectator.

As a survivor of Azeroth from the Dark Empire, Xal'atath, as a witness, has a deeper understanding of the world and the Titans, the enemies of the ancient gods, than Guowen.

"Each of the Pillars of Creation left behind by the Titans contains unparalleled power. However, it is extremely difficult for ordinary mortals to control them freely." Xal'atath said cautiously. Explaining, "I once witnessed the end of a troll priest who accidentally obtained the Tidestone of Golganais by Zandu's side. She was already a high-level professional at the beginning, and she could reach legend if she took one step further. This kind of strength is already outstanding among mortals, and can be called the elite among the elite. However, when she faced the newly awakened Kisix, she had no choice but to activate the Tide Stone and only launched one attack, but she couldn't bear it. The powerful force caused his body to bleed, and he died on the spot."

Having said this, Xalata paused and said more carefully: "I am not underestimating your ability, master. It's just that the power of Titan's artifact is too powerful, and the energy consumed by mortals when used is beyond imagination. When one's own After the energy is exhausted, the artifact will begin to absorb the user's life force as a price. Therefore, if you hope to use the Pillar of Creation to turn things around, I suggest you think twice."

After listening to Xal'atath's words, Levin frowned. He also thought that using the Pillar of Creation would be very expensive, but he didn't expect that the cost of manipulating the Pillar of Creation would be so heavy.

However, if you think about it carefully, this is also in line with the common sense of the world - everything has a price, and there are gains and losses.

The power of the Pillars of Creation is indeed unparalleled, surpassing all artifacts, but if you want to activate its potential, it will inevitably be accompanied by huge energy consumption. This heavy burden is obviously unbearable for ordinary people.

He thought for a moment and murmured to himself: "No wonder in the original work, Huon Gaoling's story ended abruptly after expelling Deathwing, and there was no news about him after that. It's not that he didn't want to continue writing legends. It's just that his body couldn't bear the burden of using the Holy Hammer, so he didn't collapse after all."

After some weighing and hesitation, Levin finally decided to give up the plan to take away the Hammer of Khaz'goroth for the time being.

He sighed and said with relief: "That's all, if we really come to a critical moment of life and death, we don't have only this Pillar of Creation to rely on. Let the Holy Hammer stay here for the time being.

After saying that, he turned to look at Neltharion's treasure pile, a glimmer of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. He smiled and added: "At least with these treasures, this adventure will be worthwhile."

Although Levin is quite familiar with the history of World of Warcraft, he is not a professional archaeologist - after all, there is a gap between the game and reality, and it is impossible to show the details of all items in the game.

Therefore, facing the pile of remaining treasures and miscellaneous items, he was unable to identify their true value and function. Time was tight and he did not have enough time to study and identify it carefully. So, he decided to pack up all these treasures and throw them all into his own space package, planning to slowly sort and count them after the war was over.

Then, Levin set out on his way back, walking slowly along the way he came.

On the way back to Maiev, Xal'atath, who had been alone in the treasure pile for thousands of years, finally broke his long silence. Although she had been warned and threatened by Levin before, she still couldn't bear the loneliness and started talking to Levin.

"Master, do you really believe that the young black dragon will resist his powerful father?" Ao has become extremely cruel. He will ruthlessly use cruel methods against anyone who dares to challenge his will, even his own blood relatives.

Does that Nefarian really dare to resist?"

"How is that possible?" Levin couldn't help but chuckle when he heard this, "That little guy is just a slippery man. He thought he could deceive me with his little tricks. In fact, I know very well that he is just pretending to be weak. Just trying to get away with it.

As he spoke, he shook his head slightly, with a cunning light flashing in his eyes, "Actually, I had no intention of taking his life, and I didn't expect my previous words to be effective in a short time. I just wanted to help Naifa." In Li An's heart, a seed that has not yet germinated was quietly sown.

"As the ancient gods, you should be well versed in the subtle way of induction, right?" A strange smile appeared on Levin's face, and he continued, "Although this seems to be just a trivial move, however, once Nefarian is That crazy dragon is cornered...hahaha, then there will be a wonderful drama. "

Xal'atath herself is also a troublemaker. Otherwise, it would be impossible to imagine that she had ignited the war in the Troll Empire with just a small move and a like. The downhill road also caused the insect race to be torn apart and severely weakened [completely dispelling the ancient gods' plan to expect the insects to develop obscenely underground and then push back to the surface to recreate the Dark Empire period.

You know, after the war started, nothing happened to her. After all, the insect-men are all subordinates of the four ancient gods. What does it have to do with her, the fifth ancient god who was devoured and sealed by four of her colleagues? , how could she easily get involved?

…………Please give me flowers 0...

She only needs to light the fire gently, and she doesn't care what kind of fireworks the fire will bloom or what kind of earth-shattering explosion it will cause.

Or rather, the bigger things got, the more excited she felt.

This may be because of her current situation. Trapped in the Blade of the Dark Empire, she couldn't get out, nor could she regain her former strength. If she didn't find a "master" to take her with her, she wouldn't even be able to move, but she couldn't die even if she wanted to.

In this embarrassing state, she had no other way to pass the time except to play some pranks and have some fun.

It's the same now.

At this moment, Xal'atath heard Levin's profound words and was immediately intrigued.

"Interesting," she chuckled, "you are so cunning..."

"Huh?" Levin raised his eyebrows slightly, gesturing for her to continue.

“Ah, I made a mistake.” Xal'atath will certainly not be bored in the days to come."

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………… During this in-depth conversation, they quickly returned to Maiev.

"Why did you come back so soon?" Maiev looked at Levin in front of her, and her eyes inadvertently fell on the Blade of Xal'atath Dark Empire on his waist, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes, "You said that Is the Hammer of Khazgoroth the scimitar?"

She looked at Levin carefully. From his head to his feet, it seemed that only this scimitar exuded a mysterious aura and looked like an artifact. Other than that, Levin's attire was the same as when he left before, and she couldn't imagine anything else that might use the legendary Hammer of Khaz'goroth.

"No, you misunderstood." Levin shook his head and explained, "This is not the Hammer of Khazgoroth, but a trophy, a scimitar that can help me cast spells.

Levin denied Maiev's speculation, but he did not reveal Xal'atath's secrets, but explained to her the fatal dangers associated with manipulating the Hammer of Khaz'goroth.

"So, your attempt was not successful. We will still have to follow Malfurion's strategy after all, right?" Maiev calmly concluded after listening to Levin's account.

Levin nodded helplessly, with a wry smile on his lips, "Now it seems that our choices are indeed limited."

After some twists and turns, their plan seems to have returned to its original point - stealing the dragon's soul.

Just when Maiev wanted to discuss it further, Levin suddenly stepped forward and hugged her tightly, and then the two of them worked together to paint ten huge pieces of cloth shop.

"Shh, Maiev, don't make a sound." There was a hint of nervousness in Levin's tone, "There's something moving."

Maiev immediately held her breath and allowed this slightly ambiguous and awkward posture to continue. She lightly sniffed the man's breath in front of her, her cheeks turning slightly red.

She has grown up, but she has never been so close to the opposite sex. This is the first time, which makes her very uncomfortable. 【013504128 Feilu 191521031】

"D......"

It didn't take long for her attention to be diverted: a dull sound came from the depths of the cave, as if it was the impact of some heavy object on the ground, or some giant thing moving slowly.

Then, they were surprised to see a huge black dragon slowly walking out of the passage of another cave. Its body appeared even larger and more majestic in the dim cave, and every step was accompanied by the trembling of the ground.

Levin couldn't be more familiar with the guy in front of him.

That was Neltharion III whom he had fought against. .