Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1060 156. The stinky pirates will never surrender until the last drop of blood is shed by the Burning Legion! ——Additional update【45】

The stinky pirate had no idea what was going on outside. He was devoured by the ancient god using evil spells before the war started.

But the pirates could basically guess that C'Thun had already started a war with Odin and the temporary lackeys of the Lord of War.

The fight was probably quite intense.

This can be seen from C'Thun's twitching stomach.

Those twisted and weird flesh and blood constantly tightened and relaxed, secreting strange green gastric juice and leaving it along the inside of the stomach pouch, creating a highly corrosive liquid under Blake's feet.

It is self-evident what the hateful ancient god had planned.

Blake felt like an overnight meal that was about to be digested. After staying in this disgusting place for less than two minutes, he felt like his whole body stank.

You can't breathe here because it's poisonous, and you can't stay here. Just a moment of contact, and the armor blessed by the moon god was corroded with an ugly layer of rust.

The pirate stuck the Wolf's Edge on the hole in the ancient god's stomach wall, squatted on it in a desperate posture, and looked at the rising green liquid below.

It's like a small lake is rising.

At the current rate at which gastric juices rise, the pirate will only have a few minutes at most before he is completely digested by this thing that can corrode almost anything.

"What a bad luck. I should really pay my respects to Lady Elune when I go out today."

Blake looked up at the sealed flesh and blood above his head, and tried to pray to Lady Elune with a desperate mentality.

Of course there was no response.

Now he feels more and more that the awesome attention of the Moon God in him is almost useless except to make his presence felt in front of Elune believers.

If you're in trouble, don't count on Lady Elune to help.

Even thinking about it with a dark mind, maybe Ms. Elune is laughing loudly at the scene of her own struggle to survive, just like her happy mood when watching others' misfortune.

Just now, he had tried all the methods to get out of here, but all ended in failure.

Neither the Devil's Gate, nor the Flicker, nor the newly learned Shadow Gate can take him out of here.

C'Thun's stomach is like a separate closed plane, where the external laws of space completely fail.

He also tried to attack, but Salamaini's swords were left outside. He stabbed with the sharp edge of the wolf, but only opened a small crack in C'Thun's stomach pouch.

If it hadn't been stuck by the Alpha Wolf's Edge, this scar would probably heal soon.

The Death Finger of the Defiler Fragment can cause C'Thun to feel pain when activated, but the more painful the Ancient God is, the more digestive juices his stomach will secrete.

After trying several times, Blake decisively put away this method of suicide.

If he tried again, he didn't know whether C'Thun would die or not, but he would definitely die.

Uh, no!

He will not die, and he also has the legendary power of the Cloth of Destiny special effect, which can teleport him away when he is about to die. But he did not come to C'Thun so hard to get a humiliating defeat. of.

Blake was not the kind of person who would give in to life.

After being convinced that he had a high probability of surviving, the pirate didn't care anymore. He gritted his teeth and made C'Thun pay for his humiliation.

The stinky pirate stood on the handle of the Wolf's Edge and began to use magic to bombard the place. He threw two Void Cataclysms and hit the flesh and blood of the ancient god.

The violent impact shook C'Thun's stomach.

Several more purple void meteors were summoned, hitting the top of the ancient god's stomach, tearing apart the fallen flesh and blood and sprinkling more corrosive liquid, just like a burst of acid rain.

The pirates realized that things were getting worse.

The Old God's huge and tough body is its invincible defense. With the destructive power of pirates, it is difficult to penetrate C'Thun's tough stomach in a short time.

It's a race against time, and going into an animalistic rage here isn't a good idea either.

So soon, Blake decided to find another way.

The irritated stinky pirate opened a crack in the Luna War Helmet, took a dwarf pipe in his mouth, and after taking a deep breath of smoke, he looked at the green mucus that was about to spread to his feet, and began to prepare to cast a spell.

“Look you’re about to die, you can’t survive in this situation.

It's better to release me quickly and go back to the Twisting Void. If possible, I can reverse summon your soul to my territory after you die miserably. "

Blake's inner demon Mephistros now saw that the pirates were likely to send it, so he quickly came up with a plan and said:

"Although you know that you went to my place, I will definitely 'entertain' you well, but considering the current situation, even if you suffer as a soul for thousands of years in the future, it will be much better than dying in the hands of the ancient gods. ?

You really pissed off C'Thun.

It is trying hard to kill you and drag you to hell with it. "

"you shut up!"

The smelly pirate drew a demon summoning circle in front of him and said:

"You know how bad I am, Mephistros.

Even if a guy like me is going to die, I will not show mercy to you before I die and send you home. I'll throw you down to give C'Thun a 'taste' before I die.

What's more, I may not die.

But if you don’t want to die in such frustration, stop talking nonsense and give me the coordinates!

quick! "

"What coordinates?"

Mephistros didn't dare to provoke anymore.

It knew that this bastard Blake could definitely do what he said.

Although he, as the Dread Lord, will not die in the material world, who knows if the stinky pirate has any weird ways to completely kill him here?

Seeing that Blake was trying to save himself, he asked a question.

"The coordinates of the demon world under Archimonde."

Blake took out the Enlightener's Mark with his backhand and clasped it together with the Defiler fragment. The two treasures belonging to Archimonde immediately resonated with them when they approached the difficult-to-open demon portal.

The stinky pirate waved the thing like a fish and said:

"Isn't C'Thun hungry? I'll feed him some ferocious demons to see which one he digests faster or which I summon faster!"

"You are absolutely crazy."

Mephistros screamed:

"This is inside the body of the ancient god. The space is sealed. You can't summon demons! No demon in his right mind would crawl into this abnormal place."

"No, it just limits me from leaving."

Blake glanced at the twisted and sealed stomach tube above his head. The thing was curled up like a big ass, and its shape was full of sarcasm and malice from C'Thun and this cruel world.

The smelly pirate looked at the rotating Devil's Gate in front of him again and said:

"C'Thun does not refuse to send the dead into its stomach. Who would refuse food to jump into its stomach? This is just a one-way restriction and so on. I suddenly had a great idea."

Blake's eyes lit up.

He quickly took out various piles of garbage from his luggage and held them in his hands, calling Old Garni's name.

But the God of Garbage Man also seems to know the evil thoughts of the smelly pirate. He actually resisted the temptation of garbage and just didn't show up. The pirate was so angry that he scolded his mother.

In desperation, Blake gritted his teeth and threw Hemet's trap boots into the rising gastric juices of the ancient god below, and fished them out a second later, turning this handsome and useful legendary boots into a damaged piece. Trash.

He held the boots in his hands and said in a long voice:

"Stinky Garni, I know you can see it. If you don't come, I will 'dedicate' this precious piece of garbage to C'Thun. Come out quickly! Bastard, I'm waiting for your help."

"boom"

Old Garni's Loa incarnation appeared in the exploding smoke, grabbed the tattered boots in Black's hand, and then turned around to run away, but was grabbed by the neck by the pirate.

"Well, you old Gani, you took my things and you still want to run away! Aren't we friends?"

"We're friends, so I've been paying attention to you."

The incarnation of Lao Gani yelled:

"But you're finished!

I've never heard of anyone being eaten by the Old Gods and still living. Those Loaks in Uldir who were captured by the bad guardians are much more powerful than you, and I haven't seen them survive.

Ahem, you didn’t hear anything just now!

For the sake of us being friends, after you are digested by the ancient gods, I will collect all the garbage on you, take your bones along the way, and help you find a good place to bury in the Wharton Desert. .

Let me go!

Hell, C'Thun's stomach juices are overflowing. I can't stand this horrible thing. Your experience is very distressing, but I will pray for you, friend.

Now, let me go, okay?

I can't take you out, C'Thun is blocking this place. "

"Let me bring the others in!"

Blake said to Old Garni:

"You can't take my boots for free! Those are my favorite boots. Go find Sakir and bring him or his head in. Quick!"

Any later and I will die. "

"You are really a wicked person!"

Old Garni glared at the stinky pirate with disdain and put on the tattered boots on his paws on the spot, which made its appearance even worse. It swished its head and tail and disappeared in front of Black's eyes.

The next ten seconds seemed like a year.

If Black hadn't been sure that he would not die, he would have prayed to Her Majesty the Moon Goddess and become her true believer in order to pray for Her Majesty Elune to appear.

Stimulated by sufficient supplies, Old Ghani also decided to take a risk.

As the pirate counted to twenty in his head, fluffy smoke exploded in front of his eyes.

Wearing a hood and holding a magic scythe, Old Man Tha'kiel was thrown into C'Thun's stomach in a tossing manner. The dizzy Tha'kiel immediately realized that this was not a good place.

He danced and tried to catch the Alpha Wolf's Edge stuck in the flesh, but failed.

The bubbling digestive juices fell to the bottom amid howling ghosts and wolves, and were grabbed and lifted up by Blake with quick eyes and hands.

"You bastard!"

The old man was very excited and whipped Black with the Sinner's Scythe. He roared angrily:

"I'm alive, no! I've been dead for thirty thousand years! I've been fighting and destroying all over the stars. I've seen so many people, but none of them are as shameless and evil as you!

Look at your bad idea!

You may not die.

But I can!

My skull would have fallen below and I would have been doomed! Are you going to piss me off? What's wrong with you? Make you hate me so much! "

"What are you in a hurry for?"

Black stretched out his hand to resist the scythe blow from the furious old man Sachiel, and he shouted:

"I just need your skull. Old Garni didn't figure out the target. It's not my fault. It's just a brainless beast. It's not my fault either.

Look at the situation now, my dear old man, now is the time to use your strength.

My inner demon just told me the spatial coordinates of a world of demons under Archimonde. All we have to do now is to summon those demons over and let them fill the hole!

Anyway, the demon war is coming soon, so it wouldn’t be a bad thing to help me destroy some hateful demons with the help of C’Thun.

quick!

Walk your breath into the twisting void through the summoning circle in front of you, and attract those Archimonde henchmen! Before the demons of the Burning Legion die, I, the brave demon-hunting warrior Black Shaw!

I will never surrender! "

"The legion will be in trouble for eight lifetimes if it messes with a living treasure like you!"

Thaqir snorted and looked around.

The current situation is indeed not optimistic. C'Thun's gastric juice has occupied two-thirds of the entire stomach pouch, leaving Black and him with increasingly smaller areas to dodge.

In three minutes at most, they will be finished.

The old man had no time to think.

He reached out and clasped his hands on both sides of his skull, and took off his burning head with a click. Like a headless horseman, he stuffed his skull into the rotating demon portal in front of him.

Soon, the aura of Thal'kiel's Skull spread in the opposite demon world. Thanks to the "good" master-disciple relationship between Thal'kiel and Archimonde, the demon lord loyal to Archimonde They caught this breath immediately.

A huge abyss lord roared in response to the demon's summons. It was going to the material world to take back the legion's treasures!

The polluters will reward it for it.

Ha ha ha ha

"Stupid treasure thieves, you took what didn't belong to you"

"Plop"

The abyss lord who came through the twisted void hadn't finished laughing before he felt his feet hit the ground. Under Blake's compassionate gaze, the big red man danced and fell into C'Thun's stomach juice.

It was like an animal bone rolling up and down in a pool of sulfuric acid. It flopped a few times and then sank.

The stomach acid of the Ancient God is indeed the most poisonous thing in the entire galaxy. Even the thick-skinned demon lord cannot withstand the corrosion of this poison.

However, the demon lords of the Burning Legion were obviously very strong. When they realized that they could not survive, the abyss lord decisively chose to self-destruct.

The terrifying evil energy storm rolled and collided in C'Thun's stomach, causing the ancient god's body to twitch.

Blake's eyes lit up, he made a holy light gesture on his chest very hypocritically, and said to Thaqir:

"Quick, next one!"

"etc"

Mephistros suddenly interjected:

"I also know the coordinates of a Nasrezim lord that I hate very much. He has always coveted my position as the third lord, so..."

"Then what are you waiting for? Say it!"

At the same time, C'Thun, who was fighting Odin in his sealed land, suddenly twitched his body and burped full of evil energy. The stinky breath escaped from each of its tentacles, forming a The poisonous smoke echoed.

C'Thun, who was beaten badly by Odin and his thugs, was shaken.

The ancient god suddenly had an unknown premonition.

It realized that it seemed a bit risky to swallow the stinky pirate Black Shaw who was covered in poison before the war started?

What on earth is this worry-free bastard doing in his stomach?