Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The evil of pride's erosion in the soul seems to take a long time, but it actually ends in a very short period of time.

However, while Blake was entangled by the Sha of Pride, the Mantid and the Dark Inquisitor had also successfully begun to unblock the Titan Mystery Lock.

As dark servants serving the ancient sages, the mantid's sonic magic is very magical. In the weird resonance of several strange sonic pillars, the huge mystery lock placed on the ground began to move.

It's like a very high-tech box opening process.

Its shell cracked open, revealing the complex gears and mechanical structures that were constantly rotating inside. The seals were opened layer by layer, and the vibrations in the heart of darkness became more and more obvious.

This last remnant of the ancient god, who was crushed to death by the Titans millions of years ago, seems to feel that the opportunity to see the light of day again is just around the corner, and it feels excited about it.

Also excited were its servants. The eyes of the mantid heroes who had been badly repaired by Black were full of anticipation. These big bugs kept making weird insect sounds.

Others will flap their wings in place.

Korvan, the most sincere of all, has fallen to his knees, reciting the mantid's prayer to the Old Ones, longing for the dark god to return to this era.

It hopes that the Ancient Ones can give the Mantid the power to overthrow this world controlled by false gods and the sons of Titans in this era of opening of the fog!

But because of such sincerity, none of the mantid heroes showed the slightest greed for the heart of darkness that was so close at hand.

They know that they are more suitable to be the carrier of the Heart of Darkness than any other life, but they cannot go beyond that step to seize the majesty and power of the gods.

That is the greatest blasphemy against faith.

It's like the shackles holding their civilization have preserved this ancient faith during the countless years that the ancient sages have passed away, but the shackles prevent them from further ascending to the divine power.

This is a very contradictory situation.

However, Ms. Shanesh, the dark judge who was going through a complex psychological struggle at this time, felt happy because of this.

When she noticed that the mantids treated the Heart of Darkness as if it were a sacred object, she felt that her sudden ambition had more hope of being realized.

These foolish and loyal mantids only care about the return of the ancient sages. As for the appearance and identity of the ancient sages, they don't care.

That is to say, as long as I can get the Heart of Darkness, I can

Haha, what a beautiful day.

The smile on the gloomy face of the cultist became more and more obvious. She looked expectantly at the Titan Mystery Lock that was gradually opened in front of her. If it were not for her identity, she would be so excited that she would rub her hands together.

She no longer even paid attention to the enlightenment and urging that N'zoth placed in her mind, and even began to feel that this corruptor was really annoying!

Why didn't I notice that it talked so much before?

But she still had to be careful to hide her thoughts. At least until she got the power of the Heart of Darkness, she couldn't be discovered by N'Zoth.

Otherwise, this soul that has been guided into the void will instantly suffer the curse of the Corruptor, which will turn her from the inside out into a monster whose brain has been burned by the void.

In fact, under the guidance of the corrupted will, Shanesh was able to maintain his human form and sufficient sanity while walking so deeply in the void, all thanks to the protection of N'Zoth.

She can always fulfill all the "oracles" sent by the Corruptor and satisfy its desire to see chaos, which makes her the most powerful chosen one under the Corruptor.

But N'Zoth is not always generous to its servants, and it rarely forgives their servants' failures.

Unless they are those that it values ​​​​very highly, such as Queen Azshara.

From this point of view, perhaps Xanesh should thank Black for blowing up Ny'alotha. The destruction of the holy city of N'Zoth made the Corruptors seem to have a little more humility, making life for them, the servants of darkness, much easier.

But that’s about it.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that the blessings given to her by N'Zos are not enough to offset what she has paid for N'Zos, her family, her own life, and even her identity as a human being.

After getting rid of the fanatical belief that obscured his reason, Shanaishi finally discovered the tricks of N'Zos, a bad boss.

It's just exploiting them.

Using a little bit of insignificant power and forbidden knowledge to lure them into the bait, they will then step into a dead end with no return. The workers of Boralus still get paid to go to work in the factory!

What do these cultists have?

Is there a death surprise that may come at any time and that if you are not careful, you will fall into the forbidden abyss and become the destination of the monster? Well, such a terrible life is really nostalgic.

At this moment, Xia Naishi's determination and ambition became stronger and stronger.

And all this was seen by the mantid heroes beside her. The heroes exchanged glances with each other, but no one exposed the cruel fact in front of them.

That was Shanesh, a miserable mortal who had been captured by the dark majesty of the ancient lord before he had even seen the Heart of Darkness.

She has lost all reverence for her originally weak deity and instead seeks to be the vehicle for the resurrection of the Ancient Ones.

Haha, it is just like the legend.

No soul can remain awake in the face of the Lord of Darkness. It swallows reason, exhales ambition, chews hope, and gives despair.

This miserable woman. Did she really think that her little thoughts could hide these Mantid warriors who were outstanding in all eras?

Everyone is just having fun.

After all, the Lord of Darkness only has one heart left, and if it wants to rule the world again, it really needs a body contaminated with the power of the void.

N'Zoth's dark judge Xanesh is very suitable. The Corruptor has trained her very well. She is already a vessel soaked in the corrupted void, and she is also qualified enough to carry the remains of the ancient lord.

And her god N'zoth was not urging her or scolding her. N'zoth really didn't want to see his capable subordinates captured by the remaining divinity of Y'Shaarj.

It's saving her!

But Shanesh no longer wanted to hear it.

The fire of ambition has been ignited, and nothing can extinguish it so easily.

"Click"

In the final crisp sound, the Titan Mystery Lock in the Sealing Hall was completely opened. Amid the flow of rich, liquid-like purple energy, a shriveled heart was exposed to the eyes of the Dark Judge.

There is nothing majestic about it.

It looks like a monster heart that has been dried by time. You can even see the blood vessels connected to its body and the purple aura like blood that is constantly surging in it.

The only characteristic is that it is quite big and requires an adult to hold it with open hands.

But the smoke and dust on it began to weather and peel off when it came into contact with the air, which represented that the strongest creature in the history of Azeroth had reached its weakest moment.

It is in urgent need of energy replenishment to return to its former majesty that the world has forgotten.

The moment the Heart of Darkness appeared, all the mantids stood up and chirped as if inspired. The joy was enough to overwhelm all rational emotions.

Their god has finally returned.

When Dark Judge Xia Nesh saw the withered heart of darkness in front of her, strong emotions rolled through her chest and heart, and she was so excited that she couldn't control herself.

She almost instinctively stretched out her trembling hand towards the heart in front of her.

N'Zoth's roar exploded in her mind, trying to wake her from the temptation that had led her into chaos and loss of herself.

But Xianesh only found it boring at this moment.

She closed her mind and actively severed her spiritual connection with N'Zoth. This was the first time she had so boldly disobeyed the dark god she believed in.

But she was not afraid, and even felt a little relaxed.

She had never felt so relaxed since becoming a cultist. It felt great to have herself back, especially when her ambitions were only one step away from being realized.

The brilliant and beautiful future is right in front of you, so real that you can touch it as long as you stretch out your hand.

Then she reached out to the heart of darkness calling her.

At this moment, she was extremely convinced that she was the chosen one! Perhaps destiny is destined for her to become the ancient venerable who resurrects in this era. Yes, it is her!

It can only be her!

With this thought, under the cold and penetrating gazes of all the mantids, Shanesh, who was as if he had lost his soul, made a hugging gesture, wanting to hold the Heart of Darkness in his arms.

She was about to welcome the greatest moment in her life, and the darkness around her became so beautiful that Shanesh even heard bursts of dark singing in a trance.

Like a fallen hymn.

The good news is that her hearing is very good, and she did hear the BGM of that divine moment.

The bad news is, it wasn't played for her.

"puff"

The cold white sword stabbed out from the back of the heart, and thrust out from the chest with a fatal grace that could not be blocked.

In the slight pain of dripping blood along the shining warm sword blade, the upright swordswoman Sharathol warned Xanaish in a serious tone:

"Stay away! Master doesn't like people to be so close to his baby."

"Yes, I don't like it."

Blake's calm voice also sounded behind Xia Naish, causing the Dark Judge to wake up from his abnormal trance in an instant, and his gloomy eyes tightened in an instant.

It was only then that she realized what a stupid thing she had done.

"You just actively refused N'Zoth's rescue, right?"

With a weird laugh, Xal'atath whispered in the ear of the trembling Dark Judge:

"You should know that doing this means that your body and soul are no longer protected by it, and you can be killed. Well, I have seen so many dead people, but none of them have done something like you to make me happy. .

You are so cute, my little sweetheart. "

"ah!"

Xia Naishi rushed forward like crazy.

She didn't even care about the sharp blade that pierced her heart. She knew that contacting the Heart of Darkness before she died was the only way she could possibly survive.

But the moment she threw herself out, the cold black gauntlet coldly grabbed her hair and pulled her back. At the same time, the flying black sword appeared in Blake's hand, raising the head of the Dark Judge in an intimate gesture of hugging from behind. At the same moment, he gently drew the sharp blade across her slender neck like a lover.

Standard and deadly, even with a hint of elegance in the throat cut

"You can't go back to Ny'alotha. N'Zoth doesn't like such a rebellious soul."

Blake held the trembling and desperate Shanaishi in his arms. In the darkness rolling around him, he softly comforted him like a priest to death:

"But it doesn't matter, I will help you find your way home, I will personally send you back to the Holy Land that you rejected, and I will ensure that you can return to N'Zoth.

I think that such a smart Old God should know that Azshara has always been dissatisfied with it, and the most interesting part of this matter is, do you know who sent me to Pandaria?

Who helped me snatch the Heart of Darkness from N'Zoth?

Haha, remember this information.

It allows you to retain a small amount of consciousness while being tortured by N'Zoth, which you can use as valuable information to give to the Corruptor.

That's right.

My supreme Queen Azshara has joined me.

She offered me the position of Royal Chamberlain, and I gladly accepted it. The most powerful pirate and the most powerful Queen have stood together, and we have only one enemy!

Let my dear N'Zoth wash his neck and wait.

In addition, don’t forget to tell my dear Corruptor for me that there is really not much time left for it to mess around. If it must be reorganized, I suggest doing something ruthless.

You know, it's so interesting to watch the death struggle of an octopus or something.

This tragedy is dedicated to Azshara! "

The last words were spoken by the smelly pirate in the most elegant ancient elven language, and then the painful Shanesh's body was instantly ignited by the black flames ignited by his fingers.

But her throat was cut and she couldn't even scream.

It can only shake in a miserable posture in the "farewell hug" of the smelly pirate and turn into burning ashes flying all over the sky.

First flesh, then bones.

In the end, all that was left in the hands of the pirates was a white female skull filled with the power of the void.

A perfect collectible.

What's surprising is that after witnessing such a tragedy, the surrounding mantid heroes didn't say anything. They just watched it all indifferently.

They just need to see the ancient venerable return today.

It really doesn't matter who gets this dark glory.

"This thing is so ugly."

Blake strode forward and reached out to touch Y'Shaarj's heart of darkness. He turned to Xal'atath, who appeared in the form of smoke with the entanglement of seven evil energies behind him, and said:

"It's still tempting me. It says it can give me supreme power. To be honest, I'm a little tempted. If I eat it, I'll probably have the power to pin Azshara to the ground and sing for me, right?" "

"Hello, little master."

Xal'atath reminded:

"Lady Elune is watching you."

"Yes, Lady Elune is looking at me."

Blake shook his head and took his hand back.

He slapped the anima contaminated by the Seven Evils on his owl helmet. The moment the anima was embedded, a slightly invisible seven-color light shrouded and dispersed, adding a spiritual halo to the pirate.

He took a step back.

As the mantids knelt down in unison, they made a "please" gesture to Xal'atath behind them:

"Come, my 'Ancient Venerable', enjoy all this, this is all prepared for you."

Xal'atath did not step forward immediately.

Instead, she fell into the pirate's arms in a body of smoke, touched Blake's helmet with her hands, and asked in a sweet tone:

"So, as a man who is about to become an ancient sage, don't you have anything to say to me?"

"We need to get that test done quickly."

The pirate said helplessly:

"The dean is still waiting for my thesis. Your body is already making arrangements. What I mean is, is it okay to go into heat at that time?"