Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 814 145. Fuck! Who threw the flashbang!

The camera switches to the Temple of Storms, high on a mountain in the Stormsong Strait.

Lord Stormsong isn't sitting still after "sending off" visions of the cynical, haughty Queen Azshara.

Although he didn't believe that those bastards who were secretly destroying the good situation of the Church of Storms had the ability to attack here, but as a senior cultist, he quickly started the preparations he had made secretly for so many years.

First, using the magic power endowed by the two abyss holy objects, the Crown of the Stormcaller and the Void Stone, the evil god of the abyss, the "pet" of N'Zoth, and the big octopus monster Ozumat, who was sleeping in the bottomless abyss, was summoned.

This thing was the culprit that was responsible for destroying the watchman's ship in a storm under the command of the sea sages, causing a large number of watchmen to fall into the sea and disappear.

Although loved and transformed by the power of the void, its appearance has not undergone too many "mutations". Its body is a large dark-brown octopus.

The head is covered with thick flesh and horniness, and there are many pairs of vicious and cruel compound eyes.

The only characteristic of this octopus monster sleeping in the abyss of the material world, often sleeping for hundreds of years, is its size.

Its size is so huge that when it is summoned to the sea area of ​​the Temple of Storms, it will cause the sea level in the vicinity to rise significantly.

Its body hides in the bottom of the sea, extending its tentacles out of the sea is like a pillar growing out of the water, completely covering the reefs on the edge of the island.

The existence of Ozumat is the culmination of N'Zoth's power to corrode all things.

It can be regarded as the pinnacle work of "biological transformation" in the dark place of the sleeping city Ny'alotha. Such a sea monster-infested sea area is a nightmare that all sailors can't avoid.

Moreover, Ozumat has appeared more than once in the past history. Many bizarre legends describing sea monsters in the endless sea are actually telling the story of this big octopus.

It is said that the destruction of the Gurubashi Empire by the trolls in Stranglethorn Valley has some unclear relationship with this big octopus.

With it cruising near the Temple of Storms, it basically cut off all the possibility of the enemy attacking the Temple of Storms from the sea, but Lord Stormsong still felt dissatisfied.

He's not a supercilious idiot.

From the sarcasm of Queen Azshara before she left, the Lord sensed some bad omens.

"The thousand-year mass of the dark gods cannot be disturbed, and the sacrifice of glory must begin immediately! The sleeping city will finally wake up, and the dark gate is approaching.

Only one step away.

last step! "

Lord Stormsong seized the magical power of the Void Stone in the Hall of Tides, followed the path of divine power bestowed by N'Zoth, and poured it into a crack above the material world.

He recited the hymn with a strange accent, and looked towards the direction of the Sage Fortress above the impenetrable sea frontier filled with darkness.

In the continuous injection of the void, the footsteps of the Kraxis war messenger that Laike had seen, bound between the material world and the void plane, accelerated in vain.

But the Light shines there too.

This caused a strong murderous intent to shine in the dark eyes of the Lord's octopus face. It was because of the intervention of the meddling Church of the Holy Light that the matter entered into the current irreversible choice.

Originally, as long as Dailin was lured, the Church of the Storm's rule in Kul Tiras could come out from behind the scenes. This prosperous and powerful ocean kingdom could also logically become the first cornerstone for the reconstruction of the Dark Empire in this era.

It is also the most stable cornerstone.

But because of Fao's incorrigible sense of justice and cheap sympathy, all this has become a mirror image.

Although there is not much difference between peaceful transition and violent seizure in terms of results for a cult like the Church of Storms, what they and their dark masters need is neither population nor prosperity.

However, the plan for many years was ruined all at once, which still made the Lord very unhappy.

The biggest disadvantage of degenerating into cultists is that the concept of "restraint" basically does not exist in the chaotic thinking of these guys who were impacted by the void.

In the past, in order to hide and seize power, he might have suppressed his inner desire to destroy the world and dedicate the dark ruins to the void, but now, it has been exposed anyway

Still bear a fart!

"Holy light! Hehe, sad holy light, hypocritical benevolence, exaggerated dogma, pale justice."

The Lord gazed at the battle of the Holy Light shining in the Stormsong Mountains and the vanguard of the void. Although he had lost his ears, he could hear more clearly.

He heard the angry roar of General Krasis who was summoned to the material world, the vanguard of the void war and the destroyer of order, stopped by the difficult servants of the Holy Light.

It calls for support from its fellow Void brethren.

"Here you are, I'll give you all, eat them, crush them."

The Lord stooped Kexier's alienated body, continuously extracted the corrupted energy from the Void Stone, the holy object of the abyss, and poured it into the void fissure at hand.

With this "remote support" method, make your Void General stronger and more ruthless.

He didn't hide the malice in his heart at all, and urged and looked forward to it with a voice like a coward whispering in that dry and blunt tone:

"Don't waste too much time on them, the Furnace of Storms is already in operation, the boundaries of the material world are being destroyed, and the gate of Ny'alotha descends into the present world and opens.

The dark gods have sent an oracle.

Just today!

kill them! Bring their bodies back to Ny'alotha, and even the Light weeps when useless bodies are tainted by the pure void. "

The voice was full of hatred and sarcasm, obviously mocking the Church of Holy Light's overreach.

Perhaps these tin cans could rival a World Destroyer like Deathwing on their own territory, but this is Kul Tiras! This is the land of the God of Darkness.

Hehe, looking for a dead end.

"Stormsong Stormsong."

The eerily reverberating call in the Hall of Tides interrupted Lord Stormsong's continuous focus on "personal grievances".

The tentacles on the octopus's face trembled for a few moments, and when it turned around, the stooped Kexier regained the haze and silence that a senior cultist should have.

Facing the tidal icon, he became more and more humble.

Dark ripples floated above the statue in front of him, and there was no reverberation of magical images, only the strange sound mixed with ancient Salas language and Void language could be vaguely heard.

The person talking to him seemed to be a naga under the deep sea. In theory, it should be a servant of Queen Azshara, but the lord's posture when facing it was more humble than that of Queen Azshara.

It's as if the empress with her depraved beauty is just a collaborator with ulterior motives in front of the lord, but the voice in front of her is more like his real superior.

"Exalted Herald of the Void, His steadfast servants await the will of the Dark God."

"Stormong, the souls and flesh and blood collected in the past are being devoured by the storm furnace, the uneasy contract has been lowered, the connection between the master and the material world has been rebuilt, and Ny'alotha is opening the door.

But to fully call His coming requires more flesh and tainted souls to fuel it.

You must speed up. "

The voice called "Void Herald" urged:

"His eyes have fixed on you, and I will use this power to give you deeper power, and you will be his eyes to look directly at this absurd world.

He is longing to come back here, and you must satisfy His desire. "

"I'm honored, Herald."

Lord Stormsong trembled with excitement, he opened his twisted arms and replied loudly:

"Let me be His eyes, and I will dedicate the entire ruin of Kul Tiras to Him as a tribute. The warriors I promised to the Great Master are on their way.

Daelin Proudmoore, the mightiest warrior and commander in the mortal world, the king of thousands of flesh and blood will step into the dark sanctuary of his master.

His body will become the enemy general of the dark empire! His soul will become the master's prisoner's plaything.

This is sure to please the owner.

And this is just the first step. The daughters of Dai Lin, Jaina, the daughter of the sea, has the magical talent that rivals Azshara, and the eldest daughter of the sea, Fenna Jinjian, exudes the smell of the enemy of the void.

I can't smell it wrong.

One daughter will be the master's most powerful preacher of corruption, while the other daughter will serve as the master's sweet feast when he escapes. "

"very good!"

The mysterious figure named Herald of the Void is obviously very satisfied with Lord Stormsong's plan, or it doesn't care about this surname and family that are so prominent in the mortal world.

As long as it is beneficial to the master, any life can become their companion.

It's nothing more than a "promotion" in the form of flesh and blood.

"Storm Song, come on, come forward, accept the gift from the master, and become His eyes."

The pioneer called, and when the lord stepped forward, a pure restrained and huge void energy was gushed out from the crack in front of him, and it blessed the lord's empty body like an energy infusion.

This is an unbearable burden for any normal life.

The nearly materialized void energy blessing, even an adult dragon will be corroded into a distorted monster in an instant, but for a senior old cultist like the Lord, such a pure void energy can only be said to be a blessing. A supreme enjoyment.

In this dark place that has been infiltrated by the power of the void for hundreds of years, while his body was strengthened and lifted into the air by the void, his polluted spirit was also able to escape into another dimension.

There, he accepts the "reward" of the dark master he is loyal to.

The process was like entering the "paradise" of all cultists. His mind floated above the sky, and as far as he could see was a black city.

Countless obelisks are suspended above the pyramid-like high platform in a fantastic posture, and the patchwork arrangement reveals a phantom with a religious and mysterious color.

Outside each obelisk is a powerful Krasis guarding, and under each obelisk is buried the coffin of a void warrior.

There is a shining light beyond those secret steles.

The dim, psychedelic light swirls tirelessly around the city like magma. It is the undead turbid flow composed of the creations of the abyss. They are roaring and chanting.

And above the sky, at the end of this fallen city named Ny'alotha, there was a sun-drenched light burning at the end of the sky, like the morning light of dawn.

But without an iota of holiness.

That is the glory of corruption, and only believers who truly believe in the corruption of all things can get a glimpse of the majesty of this corrupt heart.

Bathed in that dark glory, His deep and powerful call will sound in the ears, and the voices of thousands of people are superimposed into a sound that goes straight into the soul, making people unable to help but want to kneel down and sing.

This isn't the first time Lord Stormsong's spirit has entered Ny'alotha The Sleeping City, but it's definitely the deepest he's been in the city.

He even heard N'Zoth speaking to him himself.

He listened hard, trying to understand the oracle of the God of Darkness, he was very fascinated and wanted to hear it more clearly, but soon, a strange scream woke the Lord from this kind of "holy" that had fallen into the audience .

The body was still suspended in the midair of the tide hall, and the lord who received the infusion of void power felt the impact of energy. When he opened his eyes, he saw the blue arc of light below the island like a heavy fist.

With only one bombardment, the tidal barrier above the Temple of Storms was easily destroyed in the roar of the sea, and the powerful evil god of the abyss, Ozumat, let out a low cry of pain.

A black ghost ship full of broken tentacles fled in the raging sea, like a brat who had done something bad, slipping faster than anyone else.

N'Zoth is alerting him, danger is approaching!

Not down there, idiot!

above!

So, the Lord raised his head, and the thick stone wall of the tide hall could not stop his vision strengthened by the void. He saw the end of the night, and he saw the strange machine floating in the sky above the black clouds.

He even saw the dwarf on the machine clapping his hands and celebrating, and the smelly pirate sitting in the cockpit with a cold and sarcastic smile on his mouth.

Lord never even met him.

But the pirate's smile gave him a sense of impending doom

Then, he saw a red light.

The red light dancing on the surface of a steel sphere that quickly fell to the top of the temple, the rhythmic and orderly flashing red light seemed to indicate that some kind of violent destruction was about to come.

The energy is surging!

Inside the solid shell of the sphere, a surge of energy that made the Lord's hair stand on end was colliding rapidly, just like a warehouse full of gunpowder. Curry someone polished a trace of flame.

"boom"

The violent energy exploded.

In the fierce entangled collision, there was a strange dance of sparks similar to the power of creation, playing a sound of destruction over the temple of the heart of darkness.

How to describe this light?

sun

No, that light is brighter and more destructive than a thousand suns in the eyes of the cultists.

It didn't even cause a larger detonation, just like a sea mine exploded, but the fission light beam that was produced afterwards penetrated the entire dark temple like thousands of light arrows.

It swept through every life in the temple like a shock wave.

The Lord screamed and threw up his hands.

Standing in front of him like a child who saw a flame, even he could feel the terrifying destruction that erased the creation of the void from the existential level, not to mention the other Haixians.

To make matters worse, the lord's will is still connected to Ny'alotha, the sleeping city.

Amidst the Lord's screams as if he was about to be melted, there was also a "due duet of screams".

Lord N'Zoth, who is rooted in the world but hidden in a small dimension higher than the world, just opened his omniscient "eyes" in the material world, and faced an extremely dazzling light.

The thousand-bearded demon reclosed its opened shell in disgust, and then separated its body from the scorched "new eyes" it had just given under the light that irritated its eyes.

This sudden pain caused N'Zoth to let out a deep roar in his fallen city, and the entire Ny'alotha Sleeping City trembled.

The voice of the void even passed through the cage, echoing on the undulating sea.

It is not a language that mortals can understand, but the anger contained in it does not need ears to understand.

If you have to transform, then N'Zoth may be saying:

"Fuck! Which bastard threw the flash bomb? Come and trick me, an ancient god who is millions of years old, to attack me! Do you still have any sense of public morality! Is life in Azeroth so arrogant now?

Kill you guys! "

(end of this chapter)