Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1426 59. Are you scared now? late!

"Look! Origin energy is gushing out from the ground!"

Above the sky above Nazmir, on the platform of the golden fortress Valagarh hovering in the clouds, His Royal Highness Little Star, who had been waiting here early, snatched the best "observation platform" for himself.

She holds a magic orb that can record images in her hand, and wants to record the scene of the evil being purified in the Nazmir jungle.

Fenna, who was beside Little Xingxing, also grabbed a dwarf camera, and kept taking pictures of the strangely changing ground.

This is very precious first-hand material. If you copy these photos without telling Xiao Xingxing, no matter which magic organization you sell them to, you can make a lot of money!

While taking pictures, Fenna let out a strange laugh triumphantly.

The plan works!

A few seconds later, a teleported rainbow light emerged behind the two, and Laike strode out of the teleported light.

He took a few steps forward and stood on the platform to look down.

Pure energy from the furnace of origin is surging out of the city of Udir, and the golden city of Titans is rapidly melting like tinfoil thrown into the flames.

A few seconds later, Bu Laike suddenly turned his head to look at the idiot Fenner who kept making strange laughter, and said in a strange tone:

"Hey, why are you laughing? Also, what are you shooting there without film?"

"what?"

Fenner was instantly shocked.

She was awakened from the fantasy of "making a lot of money", and frantically opened the dwarf camera to see, good guy, there really wasn't any film in it.

But a few minutes ago, she obviously checked it!

"little stars!"

Fenna locked on to the culprit in an instant, she threw the camera in her hand to the ground angrily, and rushed towards the idiot Lan Long who covered her mouth and laughed.

The two beautiful girls fought together again.

This time Fenner was really angry, she threw little Xingxing to the ground with a standard overhand throw.

The latter squeaked and threw lightning to try to knock Fenna back, but after training for this period of time, the stupid warrior has fully activated the magic resistance of the "Twin Emperors" on her body.

The little lightning that Little Xingxing throws out without recharging can't hurt the stupid warrior at all.

Within a few seconds, Little Xingxing was beaten to the point of disheveled hair, and even received a punch in the eye.

The magic orb she held in her hand also rolled out, and fell from the platform of the Hall of Valor amid the screams of the little star, whistling and falling to the earth that was being reshaped below.

"No!"

Princess Blue Dragon screamed.

But everything is irreparable, the materials that witnessed this precious moment are just finished, and she may never have a second chance to see this magnificent and exaggerated scene in her life.

The fight between the two did not affect the mood of other viewers.

Bo Laike sat on the edge of the platform of the Hall of Valor with a big grin. He took out a bottle of wine from his hand and bit off the cork, took a big gulp into his mouth, wiped his mouth again, and let out a comfortable groan.

Behind him, Maiev in the elven hunting suit quietly emerged, looking down at what was happening.

Those faint blue titan energies have already filled and engulfed the city of Odir, and the solid metal city wall is as fragile as paper under the impact of this creation energy.

Like a scene where a water-filled balloon bursts, soon liquid titanic energy gushes from the silhouette of Uldir's city, pushing and submerging in all directions.

This scene resembled the rising tide of the tide.

The blue "water" is running in the dark jungle of Nazmir, which has been completely polluted, and everything it goes will be submerged by it, er, or "swallowed" is more appropriate.

The rift valleys full of void power, the blood-colored trees full of dried corpses, the weathered ruins of the ancient troll city full of desolation, and the ruins of countless stories buried in the darkness.

Rocks, trees, bones, terrified beasts running in the forest, six-legged crocodiles with tentacles under the polluted water, everything is swallowed up and melted in this running energy.

No matter how strong or wild the existence is, they can't persist in this "blue ocean" for more than a second. They are like unlucky eggs swallowed by ooze monsters, and they are quickly assimilated in this land full of purification power and vitality. in the liquid.

Even the birds in the sky!

Those bats and crows with wings, dark tones, red eyes, and even a third eye, those pterodactyls that were born in the polluted land and were deformed from hatching, they felt terrible danger , they kept flapping their wings trying to escape from the land that was being "eaten".

They seem to be safe in the sky far away from the ground, but there seems to be a special force pulling them, making them move closer and closer to the liquid energy running unconsciously on the ground.

In the end, when it was only one step away from flying out of this dark jungle, it also turned into a part of the titan energy that had covered the Nazmir jungle.

This extremely polluted dark land is being wrapped and shaped, and even the towering mountains are rapidly decreasing in height like figures thrown into sulfuric acid.

It's like an invisible hand holding a shovel to flatten all the ups and downs ruthlessly, and shape this undulating land into the flattest plain.

The time axis belonging to this land seems to have been fast forwarded by thousands of times, and the ecological changes of countless years have been compressed into just a few minutes, which makes people dizzy.

The only problem is that this grand process is silent, even as dead silent as a mime scene, which makes people feel flustered.

"You know, at this moment in this scene, it should be accompanied by that kind of grand background music, to bring out the sacredness and unshakability of this scene."

The stinky pirate looked contentedly at the land that was being reshaped below. He turned his head and looked at Maiev behind him. The lady warden was holding a moonstone emblem, silently reciting the scriptures of the moon god.

Obviously, this sincere believer was deeply shocked by the scene in front of him.

She was equivalent to watching the "monkey version" of "Genesis" from the sidelines completely, and saw with her own eyes the mighty power of the gods in shaping the primitive world.

A jungle equivalent to one-third of the territory of the Stormwind Kingdom was completely wiped out in just a few minutes. This scene is enough to make anyone who sees it with their own eyes tremble.

"You told me before that if the output power of the origin furnace left by the Titans is turned on to the maximum."

After Maiev recited the eulogy, she asked in a low voice.

Facing the question she hadn't finished speaking, the pirate shrugged his shoulders, poured the last bit of wine into his mouth, and threw the bottle in his hand towards the tumbling blue sea of ​​energy below.

He said:

"The Origin Furnace has only one meaning, which is to format and reshape the entire planet when everything is irreparable. It will restore Azeroth to the era when the Pantheon first completed the detection and shaping of stars.

No one knows what kind of era it was, and no one can guess what kind of miracles will be born in this world in the next era.

But that is destined to have nothing to do with us.

Everything that is bad, black and white, good and evil will no longer have any meaning.

And all that you have seen is just a 'rehearsal', and it is also my warning for N'Zoth. If it is not obedient, the next time it will be reshaped will be its sad cage! "

"Can it really be done?"

Maiev whispered:

"Didn't you say that this reshaping can only be used once in a period?"

"Yes, I did."

The pirate winked at the warden lady and said:

"But N'Zoth doesn't know, so what if it knows? As long as it can't occupy the Furnace of Origin, this threat will hang like a sword on its damned crab head.

I think this warning should be enough to keep it quiet for a while. "

Bu Laike grinned, and was about to take Maiev into his arms, but suddenly stopped and listened.

"Help me."

The miserable wailing echoed in Bo Laike's spirit, and it seemed that only he could hear the voice, and it should be the plea specially sent to Bo Laike by the rescuer.

The pirate looked down following the spiritual cry for help, and he quickly located the source of the sound.

Right in the center of the already engulfed Nazmir jungle, the deepest part of the city of Odir, the city of Titans, is under the dark rift that has completely disappeared.

From G'huun, the ultimate infected body born in that city!

The once mighty god of blood and corruption has lost the arrogance and madness of the last time he met the pirates. He is like a poor fly trapped in a pool of sulfuric acid.

Even calling for help seemed so weak.

It will and indeed escaped from the cage. After all, the whole of Odir has been flooded and melted by the creation energy, and nothing can stop G'huun from being free.

The premise is that it has to rely on itself to survive this reshaping of the origin.

As far as the current situation is concerned, the situation of His Excellency G'huun seems to be "not too optimistic".

"Yo, isn't this G'huun? Why did you just pull it off after seeing him all night?"

Bo Laike ruthlessly taunted the god of blood who prayed to him in the spiritual dialogue, and he said in a drawn out voice:

"Why are you so humble? Lord G'huun, as for me, I still prefer your world-swallowing and arrogant attitude when we talked last time. Could you please restore it?"

"Please."

The body of the parasitic demigod has long been melted, and the second parasitism to Mythrax, the most loyal dismantler, was still quickly melted away, and now he has to be exposed to the creation energy in the form of a real parasite G'huun, who had nowhere to escape, couldn't care less about refuting the stinky pirate's irony.

It begged in a tone of desperate bleakness:

"I am willing. I am willing to fulfill the mission of my birth. I am willing to help you purify the ancient gods. Please save me!"

"Purify the ancient gods, okay! Save you? Save me."

The pirate waved his hand, picked up his pipe, and let Maiev light the tobacco in the pipe for him. In the grand scene of the reshaping of the earth, he waved his hand and said:

"I forgot to tell you last time, Lord G'huun, I have many ways to obtain the power you are proud of. All we need is your power. It doesn't really matter whether you exist or not.

Please die.

It always feels weird to keep you.

And since I chose to make an example of others, I have to act ruthlessly, lest His Excellency N'Zoth, who is watching all this, think that I am a weak person who dare not act. That would be bad, right? "

"Curse curse you!"

G'huun yelled mournfully.

The creation energy that surrounds it has moved from the first stage of "destruction" to the second stage of "remodeling", which means that this land and everything here will be completely erased from this world .

The dark past will be shattered in a cruel way, and then pick up their leftover nutrients and wreckage to shape a beautiful new world.

G'huun's screams became the last lingering sound on the land that had been swallowed by the "blue ocean".

it knows.

It's over.

——

On the other side, in front of Bwonsamdi's already deserted Palace of the Underworld.

A group of blood troll barbarians who escaped witnessed this terrifying scene, and their ignorant hearts finally realized that there is a power greater than their evil god in this world.

So fear broke the shroud of ignorance, and reminded these cruel and ruthless infected people of the ancient legend.

Under the leadership of their elders, they knelt down in front of the ruins of the Nether Palace and shouted loudly:

"Bwonsamdi! Reaper of all trolls, channeler of all souls, Bwonsamdi the extraditor of the underworld! Please, don't take me."

They are praying to their own god of death.

But in the sky behind Hades Palace, the old Bwonsamdi floating there just sneered mockingly at these prayers.

Don't you idiots think G'huun is the god of the loa?

Why not seek the wondrous and mighty G'huun to save your dying souls?

The troll god of death, who has seen through the prostitution nature of these trolls, let out a cruel laugh. In its gaze, it looked at the dark blue color of the blood trolls kneeling in prayer who were used in all directions in incomparable despair. The energy was swallowed in an instant.

Afterwards, even the dilapidated and gloomy palace of the underworld was submerged under the rolling waves. This scene somewhat made old Bwonsamdi's teeth ache.

Although it has abandoned its "hometown" a long time ago, it still feels a little distressed to see the home it has lived in for countless years being ruthlessly destroyed.

Well, I will use this reason to blackmail the stinky pirates in a while!

Anyway, all of this was caused by him, so he must take responsibility, compensation or something, even if it is a symbolic amount, must be given.

But soon, Bwonsamdi, who was thinking about how to blackmail the stinky pirate, saw a scene that surprised him even more.

Those pure titan energies are "ebbing".

After they had flooded the mountains, rifts, swamps, and lands of the Nazmir Jungle, and all living things upon them, their forms began to change.

It is like the water flowing into the earth, bringing all the previously assimilated nutrients under the earth of this platform, and the blue creation energy is shining everywhere, just like countless lights are on at the same time rise.

Green twigs burst out of the ground, and quickly grew into towering trees under the astonished gaze of old Bwonsamdi, as well as those weeds and wild flowers cheering from the ground, as well as the cleanest and purest underground water flow. Welled up from the once dark chasm.

In the blink of an eye, the plague that was once shrouded in darkness and curse turned the polluted land, which made it difficult for ordinary people to live here, into a lush forest.

This green vitality is exploding.

They stretch from the northern coast all the way to the mountains of Zuldazar, and all the plants that exist in Azeroth seem to be stimulated to grow here, turning this desperate place into a natural dreamland like Val'sharah land.

The air became sweet and gentle, and when Bwonsamdi raised his head, he could even see an exaggerated rainbow emerging from the newly created waterfall.

There are no animals here yet.

But that's okay.

With the continuous shaping and evolution of vitality, new residents will soon appear on this forest land full of vitality. After all, the seeds of life have already been planted, and no power can stop the birth of new life.

The creation energy itself comes with pure vitality, coupled with the nutrition brought by the purification of the dark things that were swallowed up before, Nazmir will become the natural sacred place of Azeroth in the near future.

This is a doomed future.

In the golden fortress above the clouds, the exhausted Virgin of Purity stepped down from the platform that manipulated the creation energy. She was so tired that her feet were so weak that she almost fell, and she was supported by the equally exhausted Raiden beside her.

The two guardians looked at each other, but did not push each other away.

And the King of War next to them will look stupid, like a single stupid dog like a light bulb.

The heroic spirits were cheering and roaring, and the bruised and swollen little Xingxing and Fenna hugged each other and screamed with emotion as girls see beautiful things.

Amidst the noise, the pirate glanced in the direction of the endless sea, and asked:

"Then, Your Excellency N'Zoth, now, I want to ask the question that I have already asked you twice, and I hope you can give me an answer that satisfies me this time.

tell me.

Do you accept my truce? In addition, in the situation we are facing now, it is not a big problem for me to ask you to kneel down for me, right?

Hehe, of course it was a joke, don't mind it.

The time to kneel is not now, my dear Enzos, we will have a long life in the future. "

(end of this chapter)