Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1917 45. Evil God Ceremony (×), Cross-World Auction (√) [Seeking monthly ticket 13]

On the platform of the Nether Palace that was constantly shaking as if it was about to collapse, General Delevingne was activating the death totem that manipulated Bwonsamdi while looking at the sea of ​​souls in the center of the Nether Palace.

He couldn't see anything, not the dreaded Mueh'zala, the monstrous evil god Bu Laike Shaw, not even the struggle between the two sides, all he could see was a misty wave reflecting the dark sea of ​​stars.

It looks like a taboo sea where sea monsters haunt, as long as you step into it, you will be swallowed by hidden monsters.

He knew that the battle was going on, but he couldn't see who had the upper hand, but from the weaker and weaker resistance from the death totem in front of him, he could probably guess who would be the final victor.

But it wasn't the battle itself that shocked General Draven, but the previous counterattack by Bo Laike after Mueh'zala unleashed his reality-shattering powers.

The Stoneborn General thought the Quiet One would use his magical twin gods, but no, Bo Laike chose to fight the Mueh'zala with the unique psychic powers of the Shadowlands.

"It's unbelievable that such a powerful mental energy exists in a physical creature. If I didn't know that he came from the world of the living, I would have thought that he was an eternal person born and raised in the kingdom of death."

The loyal and brave Stoneborn felt that his eyes had been opened again today.

But for Bwonsamdi and the little murlocs, they had already seen all kinds of miracles brought about by Bu Laike, and what they were seeing was just an outburst of anima, which was not worth making a fuss about.

The two guys were already cheering for victory, chanting the names of the Silent Ones as they waited for the results to be revealed.

Especially Bwonsamdi, after feeling the truth that Muezhara was getting weaker and weaker, the old troll who had finally settled his mind could not wait to dance a warm and passionate troll war dance on the spot, to fight for the invincible troll. The victorious Lord Cthulhu sent congratulations.

On the other side, on the last platform, the Night Fae Fairy Lord Moonberry, who was forced to come here to participate in the battle, did not feel much joy in her heart.

In her opinion, the oldest Roamuezara, who colluded with Maw and conspired to launch a conspiracy in the Blazing Wilderness, deserved to die, but this did not mean that the powerful evil god Bu Laike Shaw was a good thing.

Before the battle began, Lady Moonberry had been praying that the battle would turn into a fight between the evil god and the oldest loa, and eventually both would die together.

In this way, this land can avoid two big troubles.

But today's luck didn't seem to be on Yue Berry. She heard screams and even begging for mercy from the strange fog in front of her.

whispering sound.

The big goblin flapped its butterfly wings, and a look of disdain shone from its big shining eyes.

what the hell.

The old troll Reaper looked mighty and invincible, but he was actually a soft-footed shrimp. He couldn't stand up to the evil god within a few minutes. Such a strength dared to participate in the confrontation between the warden and the eternal man. ?

Really overwhelmed!

But after ridiculing Muerzala, Lady Moonberry began to worry about another thing.

"The abominable Bwonsamdi invited terrible foreign aid, they led the group of loa who were about to go mad to prepare to attack the Night King's Court, and the Heart of the Forest didn't notice it, it was a terrible thing.

Can Her Majesty the Queen really resist this evil force? "

The big goblin's eyes were full of worry.

Even though the little murloc conspired to become its pet, Lady Moonberry obviously cared more about her hometown. From her point of view, she didn't think Her Majesty the Queen had done anything wrong.

The forest is indeed withering due to the lack of heart energy. As the hostess of Blazing Wilderness, it is her duty to find ways to collect heart energy for Queen Winter. As for the sacrificed loa

Well, they sure are miserable.

But this is.

"A necessary sacrifice?"

A gentle voice sounded in Lady Moonberry's heart, with a power to play with the mind, that voice seemed to have heard the heart of the fairy Moonberry, and he asked back:

"Then why doesn't Her Majesty draw anima from mischievous and ill-tempered goblins?

There are also many powerful creatures in the Night King's Court, aren't there? You were born and bred here, and when your homeland is threatened, shouldn't you give a little of your strength to it? "

"Who? Who speaks in my heart? Come out!"

Yue Berry was taken aback, she flapped her wings and flew around, holding the powerful fairy magic in both hands, and the colorful dust flew around her, making this butterfly-like little guy look around vigilantly.

"Oh, little one."

Braike's hand fell from a height and was pressing on the white-haired head of Lady Moonberry. While rubbing the big goblin's hair, he put away the grunting twin blades of sorrow that were restraining him, whispered:

"When you excuse your queen and say the words 'necessary sacrifice', you can no longer be a partner of justice, and you don't even know what your queen is doing.

The goblin is indeed a goblin, no matter how cunning and mischievous, she has such a kind heart and is unwilling to think the truth from a dark angle. You are really the purest things that can be born in this shadow kingdom. "

"let me go!"

Lady Moonberry blew up all of a sudden, and smashed the goblin magic in her hand at the hateful evil god.

But the flying scorching sky fire exploded beautifully on the shadowy tentacles that sprang out from Bo Laike's feet, but it didn't hurt him a bit.

She obviously hates other people moving her head and yelling like a cranky little devil.

"Take care of your pets, or we'll have grilled elf meat for lunch today!"

The pirate held the moonberry and yelled at her like a little murloc running over.

The latter croaked and apologized to the owner, threw the broken chain of dominion and dragged the irritable moonberry to a corner, and took out a rope to tie her mouth to quiet her down.

At this time, in the illusory sea of ​​souls in the center of the Nether Palace, Muerzala, whose spirit body was half eaten, was already at the end of his battle, and was bound by the power released by the four death totems into black chains. With ferocious blood stains in his eyes, he snarled at the laughing Bwonsamdi, but he screamed in pain under the whipping of the death whip thrown by the hateful Bwonsamdi.

It's really a good picture of "father's kindness and son's filial piety".

"Ah, the powerful Silent One, if I knew you were so powerful, I should have found a way to lure you to my Hades. Please help me solve this trouble."

Bwonsamdi's figure crossed the space and appeared in front of Laike. He floated there with a flattering face, and said in a warm tone:

"You're tired, right? Do you need a break? Do you want me to arrange some of the most beautiful and coquettish queens in troll history to serve you? Do you want me to lick your shoes to make you feel good?

Don't be shy, tell me, what do you want the old troll to do for you?

You are king here today!

You can do whatever you want, just for today. "

"I have a 'fan meeting' in 'over there'."

Bu Laike was also not polite, while soothing the strong fluctuations of the remaining psychic energy on the armor, he said to Bwonsamdi:

"I know that your Underworld Palace has some strange powers that can be connected to the material world. Prepare a 'reflection' palace for me. I need to talk to the silent gods over there, and I have to arrange some things."

"Oh, another terrible conspiracy, another big plan to subvert the kingdom of death, I understand, I understand."

Bwonsamdi smiled and threw a troll-style golden key to Bo Laike, pointed to the temple-like palaces around the Hades, and said generously:

"Choose one at will, my friend, no, my mighty brother, you brought the real gift to old Bwonsamdi, you are already my half-brother."

"I'm afraid I'm not strong enough to be your brother."

The pirate shook the key in his hand and said in a drawn out voice:

"God knows you bastard will sell me for a little profit one day, of course, you can try as much as you want, and you will be responsible for any accidents.

While I'm talking there, go find my other 'friends' in Blazing Blue Fairy Field. Isn't it just for this moment that I have put all my efforts to send them here?

If they don't come, you can threaten them with 'favors'. "

Bu Laike blew a pirate whistle and stretched his body as he walked towards the nearest Temple of Reflection:

"They all owe me a favor, a huge favor."

"Tsk tsk, what a pathetic guy."

Bwonsamdi cheered behind Laike and said:

"Being able to owe you a favor is really a terrible thing. This is basically linked to 'cannon fodder'. It's not good to eat."

"Need I remind you, Bwonsamdi."

The pirate stopped, glanced back at the elated troll Reaper, and said meaningfully:

"You also owe me a big favor, just now."

"Uh"

The joyful smile on old Bwonsamdi's bony face instantly froze, and a few seconds later he kicked the troll skull that was placed on the platform as an decoration in a displeased manner.

"Fuck!"

One word perfectly expresses Bwonsamdi's eagerness to have a super-friendship relationship with all the women in the Laike family at this time.

——

According to some gossip, besides his main job of receiving troll souls and sending them to the kingdom of shadows, old Bwonsamdi would occasionally do a "side job".

This guy will "lend" his mojo, that is, his power, to some mortals who are in urgent need of power, set a deadline that is not too long or short, and wait for the power to return.

Of course, this kind of lending and recycling model is a proper evil usury.

If you borrow one point from Bwonsamdi, you have to repay two or even three points. Except for those outlaws and lunatics who think they can deceive death, any normal person should not make such a transaction.

Sadly, however, too many people in the material world have unnecessarily had faith in their inferior intelligence, and this has led to Bwonsamdi's side hustle flourishing.

In order to better serve the "customers", the old troll created a "reflection" in the temple that can connect to the material world, and it is not only connected to the single world of Azeroth.

The Shadow Realm has souls from the entire material star, and Bwonsamdi can naturally expand his influence to other worlds. Of course, the nostalgic old troll obviously prefers to do these bad things in his hometown.

"cough cough"

Bu Laike walked to the edge platform of the Temple of Reflection, picked up the seal in black and coughed a few times.

With the vibration of the godhead and the call of the divine power, the sky light that simulated the sea of ​​stars in front of his eyes quickly transformed into a back view, just like a side-by-side monitor screen. Except for the little murloc, the other Gods of the Quiet Ones all appeared in front of the pirates.

Each holds a seal in black between reality and fiction in his hand, so as to achieve non-stop cross-world communication with his own gods.

Mathias Shaw, Nathanos Marris, the trio of warlocks, and Warchief Rend Blackhand, this is the Quiet Chosen.

In addition to them, there are Valeera Sangunar and Jarod Shadowsong, Gaboya and Eredin, guys who have a close relationship with Bu Laike.

As can be seen from the dense crowd standing in the background of these men, although Laike never actively preached the teachings of the quiet one, belief in him has blossomed all over Azeroth.

After becoming an evil god, the Silent One finally has his own sect, which is really gratifying.

"My loyal followers and friends are already here. As you can see, my travels in the world of death are time-consuming and exciting. There is not so much time to waste."

Bu Laike is dressed in the mysterious attire of a prophet in black, and suspends the sad double blades with elegant and cruel temperament beside him.

He kicked open the treasure box of anima under his feet, revealing the layers of anima orbs in the treasure box, and took out the core of the holy light crystal collected in Revendres and hung it in front of him, spreading his hands to The people in front of me said:

"These wonderful things of power are bestowed on you by your generous gods. Now start bidding, and the highest price will win!"

"No, boss!"

The warlock trio suddenly wailed:

"We also rented the largest conference hall in the college for today's god ceremony, but did you call everyone here just to sell things to make money?

Fortunately, we have also prepared a good tribute. "

"You idiots!"

Bu Laike picked up his pipe, folded his arms and said to the people in front of him:

"When you pray to the gods and offer tribute, don't you just want to get power and gifts from the gods? You have to pray to other powers and have to read a scripture to show sincerity or something.

But what a waste of time?

The conversation between us bastards should be more sincere, there is no need to chant sutras, and there is no need to pretend to be pious.

Don't do those nonsense.

Haven't I already given you so much time to raise tribute? "

He rolled his eyes, casually picked up a shining purple heart energy orb from the box, tossed it up and down in his hand, and said to the people with different expressions in front of him:

"This little baby contains the high-level use of wild anger skills in the hunter path of the hunter path of the school of natural forces in the field of force of life. If you crush it, you can learn the delicate changes of the power of anger."

"I want it!"

Nathanos Marris in the reflection of reality in front of Bu Laike immediately raised his hand and said:

"I may not need it, but my disciple Lorna Ke Luo Lei is about to set foot on the battlefield of Gilneas, this will be the best gift the mentor can give her."

"That's it! Look, Maris has figured it out, and you're still foolishly looking for formalistic comfort."

The pirate blew a whistle, flicked the seal in black in his hand, and threw the ball of anima into the area where Masanos was. In the next second, those carefully prepared tributes were also sent to Braike underfoot.

As expected of an old brother, he knows what Bo Laike likes best. He is not foolish. He starts with a box of precious elf gold coins. It looks like the patterns are from the thousand-year-old secret collection of the Windrunner family.

cool!

When it comes to the skill of taking soft food and hard food, we have to look at the son-in-law hunter of our Windrunner family.

"And then this."

Bu Laike picked up another bunch of irregular holy light crystal cores, flicked them in his hands, and said to the others who were eager to try:

"This thing is very similar to the nature of the Atama crystal. It is the remnant of power left after the death of the powerful Naaru. After taking it back, find a good blacksmith to forge it.

Maybe you can't make the Ashbringer in the hands of Varian Wrynn, but it's easy to get a downgraded version of the purification artifact.

Considering you're battling demons, this should be in high demand.

I have about fifty here, and there will be many more in the future. "

"I want it!"

Xiao Er immediately opened his mouth, but the next moment, Chief Red, who laughed out loud, snorted and said arrogantly:

"You want it to be yours?

Just kidding, we orcs have prepared a lot for this god ceremony, and such treasures should of course belong to the most powerful warriors.

Considering that most of your Stormwind City has already been captured, it would be a waste to hand it over to you.

I pay double! "

"The battle is raging on Mount Hyjal, and the Sentinels need weapons like this."

Garrod said:

"I pay three times, and besides, I'm not threatening you, but Lord Bu Laike is my brother-in-law! Are you sure you want to rob me?"

The scene fell silent.

A group of people yelled at Garald for not talking about martial arts, but the elf commander turned a deaf ear to it. He couldn't save face at this critical moment. Isn't human relationship and other things used at this moment?

Bu Laike shrugged, threw the crystal in his hand to his brother-in-law, and Shi Shiran picked up the next Anima Orb, his eyes were full of relaxed joy.

roll!

Roll me to death!

If he doesn't squeeze out the last vestiges of wealth from the believers, why does Laike have the face to call himself an evil god?

(end of this chapter)