Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"You have to be careful. The power of the Sha of Wandering grows very fast. It is growing by absorbing the despair in this land, and the threat of the Mantid makes the entire Krasarang Jungle uneasy."

On the seal of Zhuhe Temple, the chief priest of Chi Jing Tianzun leaned on the wooden staff carved with cranes and said worriedly to Blake, who was moving his hands and feet:

"Perhaps you should wait, outsider, after Tianzun heals your friend, and wait for him to come and help you conquer this evil of despair."

"Any other emotion would make me wary. After all, I am a man who lives a full life and is full of emotions. But despair is the only feeling. I have not experienced that feeling yet.

Have you heard someone say that despair is a terrible experience? "

The stinky pirate picked up the wine bottle and drank a sip of it for himself, and said to the chief pandaren priest next to him in a serious manner:

"Actually, despair is not a good thing. After all, the guys I killed had very bad expressions before they died. They were either crying or making trouble. It was really annoying."

He held the anima container in his hand and felt the heavy weight in it. The four demonic animas that had been absorbed were merging, making these negative emotions seem to have weight.

What is in front of me is the remnant of the fifth demon.

This remnant of the power of the great devil from ancient times would be a terrible disaster once it breaks out on a large scale, but it is not so difficult to deal with in the early stages of their transformation from consciousness to entity.

After all, except for the fierce wars in the Mantis Plateau and the Dread Wasteland, other areas of Pandaria have maintained stability. Not many outsiders have entered here, so the local panda people still live a heartless and peaceful life.

As long as Gungun people eat, drink, make wine and cook, they don't have to worry about the happy days in the future. It's hard for evil spirits to break out on a large scale.

"I'm going down. If I haven't come back in ten minutes, I will most likely have sent it. Then go and ask Chi Jing Tianzun to come and save me."

Blake made an unfunny joke, kicked open the door leading to the underground in front of him, and quickly disappeared down the stairs.

The gray-white smoke energy condensed by the Evil of Despair leaked out, causing several Pandaren monks behind to hurriedly close the sealed door again.

Walking in the downward darkness, the stinky pirate did not panic.

He was as leisurely as walking on his own boat, and asked his dark lady:

"Can I still eat it?"

"Uh, I'm kind of done."

Xal'atath weakly replied in a lazy tone:

“Swallowing the energy of three demons in one breath made me feel as if my stomach was getting bigger. After eating this demon of despair, I had to rest for a while before I could eat the next one.

As expected of Y'Shaarj, even the remnants of this most powerful ancient god are still full of power and potential. I can feel the void paying attention to me.

Not just the pure will of the void, but also the fallen kings of the void.

They are talking to me, and they seem to hope to use me as a carrier to allow the destructive Y'shaarj to be reborn in my body. They are sure that once Y'shaarj reappears, they will soon be able to complete the millions of years of the other three useless ancient gods. Nothing could be accomplished. "

"My judgment is correct. With Y'Shaarj's ability to manipulate negative emotions to corrupt living things and the world, once it is released into Azeroth, it may not be able to detonate multiple civilizations in an instant.

People outside are so treacherous, how can Pandaria be so simple?

When faced with an existence like Y'Shaarj, the more you think about it, the easier it is to fall for it.

A guy like me with all the five poisons would probably be controlled and degenerate into a Void Vanguard just by meeting him. "

The stinky pirate said careless words and whistled as he walked to the underground sealing hall. When he came face to face, he saw a huge demon consciousness with teeth and claws looming in the gray-white void smoke.

What exists here is only the consciousness of the Sha of Desolation. It is transforming from illusion to entity, as if it is trapped in the gap between consciousness and reality.

It looks like a flat photo, like a two-dimensional creature evolving into a three-dimensional one.

There are flaming emblems all around the hall and above the head, condensed into a huge cage. Those runes with positive power of hope are like shackles trapping the devil here, but the rune fire has been quite dim, as if at any time There is a possibility of being extinguished.

Chi Jing Tianzun's worries are not groundless.

With the power that this guy in front of him is growing every moment, if no stinky pirates appear, maybe the Sha of Wan will become a Sha that breaks through the seal.

There is a power connection between the seven evil demons. Once one breaks through the seal, the power of the other six will also increase rapidly.

They originally came from a powerful individual. Although Y'Shaarji died long ago, the remaining power is still longing for unity.

When he saw Blake appearing in the smoke, the Sha of Wan Zhi, who was gathering strength to break through Chi-Ji's blockade, let out an indescribable roar.

There was panic in the anger, and a hint of disbelief in the panic.

"I thought you sensed this. Look, I brought your brothers."

Blake took out his anima container and opened it in his hand. Four intertwined evil animas of different colors shone like four gems.

The pirate complained:

"This is the rhythm of gathering the seven Dragon Balls to summon the divine dragon. If a Y'Shaarj divine dragon really appears, then my wish is that I can possess the treasures of the entire world!

But unfortunately, I know that there is no dragon in this world that can grant wishes.

Alas, growing up is such a disappointment. "

He looked at the yet-to-be-formed Wan Zhi Sha in front of him, waved to him, and said:

"Come on, dear Despair, do you see it? This little box is your forever warm home. Hey, are you really full? Do it."

"Why destroy? Isn't this coming?"

In Xal'atath's angry answer, a ball of power that combined various emotional smoke emerged from around Black, like the smoke released by a pirate being set on fire.

The Void Essence harnessed the power that was still being transformed after being eaten by itself, and somewhat unskillfully shaped its own body around the pirates.

Um.

She created an "African elf".

With dark skin, tall figure and wearing a long skirt, he looks a bit like a child of the night, but much darker than the Shaldorei.

"I think if I swallow all the Seven Evils, I can create an energy body for myself without any external force. Then we can try some unique 'playing methods'."

Like a disgusted evil spirit, Xalatath put her hands around the pirate's neck from behind. She kissed Black's pointed ears and whispered:

"Or maybe you can find me an 'outfit'?"

"With this chaos of war, where can I find it for you? Can't you understand my difficulties? I've been urging you all day long. I think it's great for us to be like this. How great is a pure spiritual love?"

The pirate complained:

"Hurry up and get to work. When we're done, let's go for a walk in the jungle. I know there's a good place in the Krasarang Jungle that you might be interested in."

"But what I want is not just spiritual love."

She complained a few times like a dissatisfied little girlfriend, but Xalatas obeyed her bad guy boyfriend obediently. She dissipated and turned into a smoke of various negative emotions that roared towards the unformed Sha of Desolation in front of her.

Amidst the desperate roar of the Evil of Despair, Xal'atath wrapped it up, and a scalp-numbing chewing and gnawing sound could be heard amidst the gray-white smoke.

"Hey, be a lady!"

Bad guy Blake also complained:

"You look so ugly, it's enough to destroy any charming imagination I had about you."

"Nonsense."

Xal'atath hummed dissatisfied:

"You enjoyed that night too, okay? Just wait for me a little longer and you're almost finished. The taste of this guy is very unique, with a hint of sourness in the bitterness. Is this the taste of despair?"

"I don't understand. After all, I have never been desperate."

Blake stepped forward and gently fished it out of the dissipating smoke. He dug out a ball of gray-white anima and stuffed it into the anima container. The fusion of the five balls of evil anima made the anima container in his hand more powerful. A little heavier.

He scanned the five shining light groups and found that the fusion of the anima balls was still far away.

"I feel more and more that this thing will be great when it takes shape."

The pirate closed the anima container, tossed it up and down in his hand, and said:

"It can enhance my Moon Night Armor to a new level, and even with it, Elune's armament still has five slots left.

I simply can't imagine how powerful the fully enhanced Luna Armor will be? But I still keep complaining that Luna doesn’t give me good things.

Now I realize that she has already given me the best.

Ah, praise the generous Elune. "

"That's you."

Soon, the "fed and drunk" Xal'atath turned into flying black smoke and returned to the pirate's mind, returning to his warm lair like a lazy cat.

She said in a sleepy tone:

"Others don't know how to strengthen that armor when they get it. It was obviously prepared by Elune for you alone. It is strong because you are strong, not because it is strong itself.

alright.

I'm going to sleep for a few days to digest my new strength. Don't disturb me if you have nothing to do, my little master. "

"Don't sleep, I even said I would take you to a fun place."

Black called a few times, but there was no echo in his heart. He thought that Xal'atath must have indeed fallen asleep. The pirate rarely felt lonely.

So he opened his heart and said to his two inner demons:

"Hey, do you want to come and chat?"

"Not interested in!"

"Shut up!"

The voices of the eredar twins echoed from the pirate's heart with hatred and disgust, and they seemed to be closing the door viciously.

They closed themselves off and didn't want to talk to Blake. Although the pirates could force them to chat with him, Blake was a classy person after all.

He hummed the pirate song and left the sealed hall. When he returned to the surface, he saw a group of shocked Pandaren monks. They had just heard the terrifying screams coming from the underground hall and thought it was the smelly pirates. A fierce battle with the evil spirit of despair.

But now seeing Blake unscathed, with a relaxed posture like a primary school student who had just returned from a spring outing, it was really confusing.

"The problem is solved. Remember to report my achievements to Chi Jing Tianzun, lest he think that I used the rewards they will give me in the future."

Blake snapped his fingers, glanced at the main hall of Zhuhe Temple, rolled his eyes, and said:

"It's better to report back tomorrow morning. My brother may need more care from Chi-Ji. Speaking of which, let me ask you, is there a legend about the 'Fountain of Youth' in the local jungle?"

"Uh, yes."

The chief priest of Zhuhe Temple felt the aura of despair dissipating nearby. The old pandaman was overjoyed. After hearing Blake's bizarre inquiry, he hesitated and said:

"That's just a nonsense rumor. There is no fountain of youth in the world that can keep people young and immortal. People who have come to look for that spring for thousands of years have all returned disappointed.

You probably shouldn't look for it.

You are still young, and it will be another fifty years before you understand that twisted longing. "

"I have no fear of death, Chief Priest. I firmly believe that death is just the beginning of another journey, and I have no doubt about the excitement of my next journey."

Blake shook his head, rubbed his hands and said:

"I'm looking for the Fountain of Youth just because I think that if I take that thing outside, it will definitely attract the pursuit of many high-ranking old men. You don't have to explain to me in such a subtle way how evil the spring water is.

I know all about its details.

You just need to tell me where is it? I will take that evil thing away from this continent, and I will solve another problem for you.

This time it's free. "

"Why do you pursue it when you know it's evil?"

Sage Zhu He persuaded with sincerity:

"Taking that thing outside will only encourage the dark desires of careerists. Although you only sell it to those who long for the continuation of life, every drop of water you sell represents the loss of a life.

Although your hands are not stained with blood, a share of those sins will fall on you. "

"Evil things always interest me."

Blake snapped his fingers and said:

"Once outsiders enter this continent, believe me, after they hear the legend, there will be a steady stream of people looking for it. The tranquility of the Krasarang Jungle is no longer there, and even the Zhuhe Temple will be contaminated by desire. possible.

I feel that keeping the Fountain of Youth by me will definitely save a lot of boring killing and fighting. Look, I am saving people rather than killing them. As for what my generous buyers will do after they get it, it is up to me. no problem.

Believe me.

I will set a very high price for it, and there will definitely only be a few people who can afford 'life'.

I know it is in Duyang ruins.

Tell me its specific location. The ruins are too big and I don't have time to search slowly. "

The pirate took out a map and placed it in front of the Zhuhe Priest. Under the pirate's persuasion, the old panda finally sighed and drew a mark somewhere on the map.

He warned the satisfied pirate:

"It must be expensive enough, and the price must be so high that it is prohibitive! Only in this way can it be enough to scare away those who desire immortality, and only in this way can this evil thing be sealed away for a long time.

My predecessors and I watched it destroy the mogu dynasty's final hopes of rising, and we have guarded this secret, guarding the scourge of the terrible thing.

Now, that responsibility falls to you.

I suspect I'm crazy. "

The old priest sighed and said softly:

"I actually entrusted this responsibility to a pirate."

"Yeah, you don't have a hero now, so you have to make do with me, a pirate."

Blake laughed, turned around and jumped into the night, and soon disappeared.