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the reason is simple!

As a pure-blooded human being, he has now reached the point where half of his foot has stepped into the gate of death.

Although with the help of life-extending potions, it may be possible to struggle for decades, or even hundreds of years, but the problem is that the upper limit of the growth of the human body is too low, which is determined by genes and races, so in the end we have to face What to do after death.

Are you being swallowed by the ubiquitous rules of death like ordinary people?

Or follow the example of a powerful wizard and transform yourself into other forms, such as undead and elemental forms to continue to stay in the world?

Or join heaven, hell, become an angel or a demon?

There is no doubt that this is an extremely difficult choice, because no matter which one you choose, it means that there is no turning back.

"If I go to hell, what kind of guarantee can you give me?" Cosmo, who lowered his head and thought for a long time, suddenly changed his attitude and asked in a very serious tone.

"As I mentioned just now, I allow you to reincarnate directly as a high-level demon in the state of your soul, skipping the process of most souls evolving from low-level worms to little demons, and then bit by bit to high-level demons. In addition, I also I can help you introduce a new Lord of Hell, if you are smart enough, you should be able to obtain the power and rights he bestows on you." Eshima whispered a generous condition in the old man's ear.

But Cosmo was not satisfied, and then asked: "What about the territory? Can I get a piece of territory that belongs to me?"

Eshima nodded without thinking: "Of course, as long as you like. You must know that many territories in hell are currently vacant, and some new lords just need to be promoted."

"Huh——" Cosmo breathed a sigh of relief after receiving an affirmative answer, and then said bluntly: "Okay, give me a contract, and I am willing to join hell."

"Great! Believe me, you made the right choice. Come, sign your name on this contract, and then we will be together." Eshima immediately recovered her demon body, waving With claw-like hands, he quickly created a magic contract document.

For her, making this kind of thing is as easy as eating and drinking.

The most important thing is that this kind of magic contract is as strong as the rumors outside the producer, and it can be torn up with a small price.

But unfortunately, Cosmo didn't seem to know this, so he read it carefully in his hand, and signed his name after confirming that there was no problem.

As the paper was ignited by bright flames, he put his hands on his chest and bowed: "It is a great honor to be a member of Hell. Please allow me to express my sincere respect and gratitude to you."

"No, you don't need to thank me, I'm just working for the master of hell. Remember, it won't be long before we launch an all-out war and conquer all of heaven, you'd better pay attention, don't let those annoying angels Flee to the human world and hide."

After all, Eshima's eyes gleamed with viciousness, obviously intending to kill her old enemy so as not to leave any future troubles.

"Understood! I will let the entire North American Supreme Council find out every angel lurking in the human world, and make sure to give them a fatal blow at a critical moment." Cosmo grinned and showed a bloodthirsty smile.

As a member of the Wizarding Guild, he undoubtedly knew very well what Heaven had been doing for thousands of years.

Compared with those angels who claim to be holy and righteous while setting off the craziest and bloodiest religious wars in human society, he prefers demons who put their interests first in everything.

After all, once the demons sign a contract, they usually choose to execute it, even if they sometimes lose a little bit of their own interests.

But the angel will squeeze out the use value of this person, and then tear up the agreement, stand on the moral high ground, and declare that he should be destroyed humanely, whether it is body or soul...

Chapter 876 The Shadow of Black

Now that he has chosen to join hell, Cosmo naturally no longer has any reservations. He waved his hand and killed all the gangsters who fell asleep on the ground, and then asked, "Who is the current master of hell?"

"Sorry, I can't tell you his name until you reincarnate as a demon. But don't worry, I will bring him to meet you after conquering heaven. Well, I have something more important to do, Let's stop today's talk." Eshima ended the topic on her own initiative.

She is an ancient demon who has lived for tens of thousands of years, so she will not show her cards before the dust settles.

Doubt and suspicion, the twins, seeped into every drop of her blood.

Watching the female demon slowly walk out of the alley twisting her waist, Cosmo's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "Loyalty to the new Lord of Hell? I hope this will not It was a wrong choice!"

……

Just when Eshima started to visit those cult leaders one by one in Los Angeles, Zhang Cheng had already returned to the Spire of Time and Space, passing through the portal connecting the world of Azeroth.

Looking at the endless prairie in front of him and all kinds of strange animals, he realized that his location was probably in the Kalimdor continent, which belonged to the area controlled by the tribe.

Before he could figure out the exact location and direction, a green-skinned orc suddenly emerged from the grass, shouting: "Lok-tar ogar!"

Then he swung a two-handed axe and slashed at his neck.

"Oh, that's why I don't like dealing with orcs. Their muscles always move faster than their brains." Zhang Cheng sighed helplessly, raised his hand and shot a deadly green light.

As a result, after the hit, the orc who launched the sudden attack turned into a cloud of green powder and drifted away with the wind.

Obviously, for him, let alone a mere orc, even if all the orcs in Orgrimmar were mobilized, the end result would be to add some fertilizer to the land out of thin air.

Looking up at the sun in the sky, Zhang Cheng felt the direction and approximate position a little bit, and immediately turned into a huge black dragon, flying towards the east.

You must know that he came to Azeroth this time, not to participate in the Northern Expedition, to crusade against the Lich King, the dutiful son of Alsace.

In fact, at his level, the struggle between mortals has no meaning.

Although in the minds of many people, the Lich King and the Scourge led by him have always been a huge threat to the living beings of the world, but compared to the Burning Legion that has swept across many worlds, they are not even worthy of lifting shoes.

Even the Lich King himself, as well as his artifact, Frostmourne, were created by the Legion, especially the Dreadlords who contributed the most wisdom and strength.

As the person who wiped out the mother planet of the Dread Demon King, Zhang Cheng has the knowledge and technology to forge a magic sword stronger than Frostmourne, so the Alliance and Horde expedition to Northrend has no real significance for him. significance.

The real purpose of his trip is actually located in the tomb of the dark titan Sargeras hidden under the Broken Isles.

That's right!

It was the place close to the maelstrom, where Gul'dan, Illidan and others had spied on.

It's just that he didn't want to obtain the nearly infinite power of Sargeras, but just wanted to find out whether the light group and the Titan he was researching were a type of life form.

When the body of the dragon form that covered the sky passed the intersection and Ratchet City, the tribes and goblins all fled in panic, and there were scenes of chickens and dogs jumping everywhere.

But soon, these guys discovered that the seemingly ferocious black dragon in the sky did not dive down to launch an attack, but ignored some hostile attacks on the ground and flew straight towards the sea.

After a while, it became a small black spot where the sea and the sky meet.

In less than three hours, this sighting report was placed on the desk of Thrall, the chief of the Orgrimmar Valley of Wisdom tribe.

The heroic shaman, who looked more like a human than an orc, frowned, and raised his head after about two or three minutes to ask the old troll not far away: "Wojin, who do you think this black dragon that suddenly appeared is? Onyxia, who has been missing for a long time, or her brother Nefarian?"

"No, I don't think so. As far as I know, neither the Black Dragon Princess nor the Black Dragon Prince have reached such an exaggerated size." Vol'jin, the leader of the Darkspear tribe, shook his head lightly.

"Damn it! Don't tell me you think it's Deathwing—Nesharion! If it's him, our world will be in danger." Thrall stood up abruptly from his seat, his face full of seriousness. color.

"Warchief! As long as you allow, I am willing to lead the warriors of the Horde to kill this dragon, cut off its head and hang it in the square of Orgrimmar. Victory and glory will belong to the Horde!" Garrosh Hellscream slapped his rock-like chest and shouted loudly.

As a newcomer who came to Azeroth from Outland not long ago, he was full of desire for power and glory in his heart, and hoped to surpass his father Grom and become a true orc hero. Naturally, he would not give up. Live feats like slaying a dragon.

"No! Child! You don't understand what Deathwing means to this world! It's not a dragon in the ordinary sense, but one of the five Dragon Kings personally empowered by the Titans, and it's the strongest Dragon King. Thrall raised his hand to stop the eager Garrosh.

Wojin glanced at the reckless little Hellscream, coughed lightly and suggested: "I think we should send this news to the Alliance and see how they react. Especially not long ago when they announced their departure from the Alliance , joined Dalaran in the Northern Expedition with a neutral attitude. The mages have a lot of secrets about the dragon."

"You mean...cooperate with the Alliance again?" Thrall's eyes lit up slightly.