Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Look! Origin energy is pouring out of the ground!"

High above Nazmir, on the platform of the golden fortress Valargar suspended in the clouds, His Highness Little Star, who had been waiting here early, grabbed the best "viewing platform" for himself.

She holds a magic orb in her hand that can record scenes, and wants to completely record the scene where the evil in the Nazmir jungle is purified.

Fenner, who was beside Little Star, also grabbed a dwarf camera and kept taking pictures towards the strangely changing ground.

This is very precious first-hand material. If you make a copy of these photos without telling Little Xingxing, you can make a lot of money no matter which magic organization you sell them to!

Fenner laughed proudly while taking pictures.

The plan works!

A few seconds later, the teleported rainbow light appeared behind the two of them, and Blake strode out of the teleported light.

He took a few steps forward and stood on the platform looking down.

Pure energy from the Forge of Origin is surging out of the city of Uldir, and the golden city of Titan is melting rapidly like tinfoil thrown into the flames.

A few seconds later, Blake suddenly turned his head and glanced at the idiot Fenner who kept making strange laughter, and said in a strange tone:

"Hey, why are you laughing? Also, what were you shooting there without loading film?"

"ah?"

Fenna was instantly shocked.

She was awakened from her fantasy of "making a lot of money", and hurriedly opened the dwarf camera and saw that there was no film in it.

But she clearly checked it a few minutes ago!

"little stars!"

Fenner locked onto the culprit in an instant. She threw the camera in her hand to the ground angrily and rushed towards the idiot Blue Dragon who covered his mouth and laughed.

The two beautiful girls fought together again.

Fenner was really angry this time. She pushed Little Xingxing to the ground and beat her with a standard over-the-shoulder throw.

The latter threw lightning bolts in an attempt to repel Fenna, but after this period of training by the stupid warrior, the magic resistance of the "Twin Emperors" in her body had been fully activated.

The small lightning thrown by Little Star without charging up cannot harm the stupid warrior at all.

Within a few seconds, Little Xingxing was beaten until her hair was disheveled, and she even got punched in the eye.

The magic orb she held in her hand also rolled out, and fell from the platform of the Hall of Valor amidst the screams of the little stars, whizzing towards the earth that was being reshaped below.

"No!"

The blue dragon princess screamed.

But everything was irreversible. The information that witnessed this precious moment was lost. She might never have a second chance to see this magnificent and exaggerated scene in her life.

The fight between the two people did not affect the mood of other viewers.

Blake sat carelessly on the edge of the platform of the Hall of Valor. He took out a bottle of wine from his hand and bit open the cork. He took a big gulp and wiped his mouth, letting out a comfortable moan.

Behind him, Maiev, wearing an elf hunting outfit, quietly emerged, looking down at everything that was happening.

Those blue titan energies have completed filling and engulfing Odile City, and the solid metal city walls are as fragile as paper under the impact of this creation energy.

Like a balloon filled with water bursting, liquid Titan energy soon surged from the outline of the city of Uldir, pushing it submerged in all directions.

This scene is like the rising tide.

The blue "water" is running through the dark jungle of Nazmir, which has been completely polluted. Everything it goes will be submerged by it. Well, it may be more appropriate to call it "swallowed".

Those rift valleys full of void power, big bloody trees filled with dried corpses, weathered ruins of ancient troll cities full of desolation, and ruined walls with countless stories buried in the darkness.

Rocks, trees, bones, frightened beasts running in the forest, six-legged crocodiles with tentacles under the polluted water, everything was swallowed up and melted by this running energy.

No matter how strong or wild the existence is, they cannot persist in this "blue ocean" for more than a second. They are like unlucky eggs swallowed by ooze monsters, and are quickly assimilated into this area full of purifying power and vitality. in the liquid.

Even the birds in the sky!

Those bats and crows with wings, dark colors, red eyes, and even third eyes, those pterodactyls that were born in the polluted earth and had deformities when they hatched, they felt the terrible danger. , and kept flapping its wings in an attempt to escape from the land that was being "eaten".

They seem to be safe in the sky far away from the ground, but there seems to be a special force pulling them, causing them to fly closer and closer to the liquid energy running on the ground in their unconscious flight.

Finally, when he was only one step away from flying out of the dark jungle, he also turned into part of the titan energy that had filled the Nazmir jungle.

This extremely polluted dark land is being wrapped and shaped, and even the towering mountains are rapidly decreasing in height like figures thrown into sulfuric acid.

It's like an invisible hand holding a shovel ruthlessly flattening all the ups and downs, and then shaping the undulating land into the flattest plain.

The timeline belonging to this land seems to have been fast-forwarded thousands of times, and countless years of ecological changes have been compressed into just a few minutes, leaving viewers dizzying.

The only problem is that this grand process is silent, even as silent as a mime, which makes people panic.

"You know, this kind of scene should be accompanied by that kind of grand background music to set off the sacredness and unshakability of this scene."

The stinky pirate looked contentedly at the earth being reshaped below. He turned back to look at Maiev behind him. The warden lady was holding a moonstone emblem and reciting the Moon God's scripture in a low voice.

Obviously, this sincere believer was deeply shocked by the scene before him.

She was equivalent to a complete spectatorship of the "monkey version" of "Genesis", and saw with her own eyes the power of the gods to shape the primitive world.

A jungle equivalent to one-third of the territory of Stormwind Kingdom was completely wiped out in just a few minutes. This scene was enough to make anyone who saw it with their own eyes tremble.

"You told me before that if the output power of the origin furnace left by the Titans was turned on to the maximum."

Maiev finished reciting the eulogy and asked in a low voice.

Facing her unfinished question, the pirate shrugged, poured the last bit of wine into his mouth, and threw the bottle in his hand toward the rolling sea of ​​blue energy below.

He said:

"The Origin Forge has only one meaning, which is to format and reshape the entire planet when everything is irreversible. It will restore Azeroth to the era when the Pantheon first completed the detection and shaping of the star.

No one knows what kind of era it was, and no one can guess what kind of miracles will be born in this world in the next era.

But that has nothing to do with us.

Everything has to be bad, black and white, good and evil will no longer have any meaning.

And all this you are seeing is just a 'preview', and it is also my warning for N'Zoth. If it continues to disobey, its miserable cage will be reshaped next time! "

"Can it really be done?"

Maiev whispered:

"Didn't you say that this kind of reshaping can only be used once in a period?"

"Yes, I said that."

The pirate winked at the warden lady and said:

"But N'Zoth doesn't know, so what if it knows? As long as it cannot occupy the Forge of Origin, this threat will hang like a sword on its damn crab's head.

I think this warning should be enough to keep it quiet for a while. "

Blake grinned and was about to take Maiev into his arms, but suddenly stopped and listened.

"Help, help me."

The miserable wailing echoed in Blake's spirit. It seemed that only he could hear the sound. It should be the request made specifically to Blake by the seeker.

The pirate followed the spiritual cry for help and looked down, and he quickly located the source of the sound.

In the center of the Nazmir Jungle that has been swallowed up entirely, in the deepest part of the Titan City Odile under the dark rift that has completely disappeared.

From G'huun, the ultimate infected body born in that city!

The once arrogant god of blood and corruption has now lost the arrogance and madness he had when he last met the pirates. He is like a poor fly trapped in a pool of sulfuric acid and unable to escape.

Even calling for help seemed so feeble.

It would and did escape from its cage. After all, the entirety of Odir had been flooded and melted by the energy of creation, and nothing could stop G'huun from being freed.

The premise is that it has to survive this origin reshaping on its own.

Judging from the current situation, Mr. G'horn's situation seems to be "not very optimistic."

"Hey, isn't this G'huun? Why are you acting like this after not seeing each other for just one night?"

In the spiritual dialogue, Blake mercilessly ridiculed the blood god who prayed to him. He said in a long voice:

"Why are you so humble? Lord G'huun, as for me, I still prefer your world-devouring, arrogant and arrogant attitude when we talked last time. Could you please restore it?"

"Please."

The body of the parasitized demigod had already melted, and it was parasitized for the second time on his most loyal dismantler Misraks, but his body was still quickly melted away, and now he had to be exposed to the energy of creation as a true parasite. G'huun, who had nowhere to escape, no longer bothered to refute the stinky pirate's sarcasm.

It begged in a desperate tone of voice:

"I am willing, I am willing to fulfill the mission of my birth. I am willing to help you purify the ancient gods. Please save me!"

"Purify the Ancient God, okay! Save you? I'll spare it."

The pirate waved his hand, took his pipe in his mouth, and let Maiev light the tobacco in the pipe for him. In the grand scene of the earth being reshaped, he waved his hands and said:

"I forgot to tell you last time, Lord G'huun, I have many ways to obtain the power you are proud of. All we need is your power. It doesn't matter whether you exist or not.

Please just die.

Keeping you around always feels weird.

And since I chose to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys, I had to be ruthless, lest Lord N'Zos, who was watching all this, think that I was a weak person who dared not take action. That wouldn't be great, right? "

"Curse you!"

G'huun shouted miserably.

The creation energy surrounding it has begun to advance from the first stage of "destruction" to the second stage of "reshaping", which means that this land and everything here will be completely wiped out from this world. .

The dark past will be crushed in a cruel way, and the nutrients and debris they left behind will be picked up to create a beautiful new world.

G'huun's screams became the last lingering sound on the land that had been swallowed by the "blue ocean".

It knows.

It's finished.

——

On the other side, in front of Bwonsamdi's already deserted Hades Palace.

A group of blood troll barbarians who escaped witnessed this horrific scene, and their ignorant hearts finally realized that there was a power greater than their evil god in this world.

Then fear broke the shroud of ignorance, reminding these cruel and ruthless infected people of the ancient legend.

Led by their elders, they knelt down in front of the ruins of Hades and shouted loudly:

"Bwonsamdi! The death of all trolls, the guide of all souls, the extraditer of the underworld, Bwonsamdi! Please, don't take me away."

They are praying to their own death.

But in the sky behind the Palace of Hades, old Bwonsamdi was suspended there and just responded with a sarcastic sneer to these prayers. He usually didn't burn incense. He only thought of old Bwonsamdi when he was in trouble. Why did he go there so early?

Don't you idiots think that G'huun is the God of Loa?

Why not seek out the magical and powerful G'huun to save your dying souls?

The troll Death, who had seen through the nature of these trolls' free prostitution, let out a cold laugh. In its gaze, it looked at the blue blood trolls who were kneeling and praying, being used from all sides in despair. The energy was swallowed up in an instant.

Then even the shabby and cold palace of Hades was submerged under the rolling waves. This scene somewhat made old Bwonsamdi feel a little bit bitter.

Although it had given up on its "home" a long time ago, it still feels a little distressed to see the home where it has lived for countless years being ruthlessly destroyed.

Well, I'll use this reason to blackmail the stinky pirates later!

Anyway, it was all caused by him, so he must take responsibility, and there must be some compensation, even if it is just a token amount.

But soon, Bwonsamdi, who was thinking about how to blackmail the stinky pirates, saw a scene that surprised him even more.

Those pure titan energies are "ebbing".

After they submerged the mountains, rifts, swamps, and lands of the entire Nazmir Jungle, as well as all living things on them, their form began to change.

It's like water seeping into the earth, bringing all the previously assimilated nutrients into the earth of this platform. Blue creation energy shines everywhere, like countless lights lighting up at the same time. rise.

Green twigs broke out of the ground and quickly grew into towering trees under the astonished gaze of Old Bangsandi. There were also the wild grasses and flowers that cheered to be born from beneath the ground, as well as the cleanest and purest underground water flow. Emerging from the once dark chasm.

In just the blink of an eye, the plague that was once shrouded in darkness and curse, making it difficult for ordinary people to live here, turned into a lush forest.

This green vitality is exploding.

They extend from the northern coast all the way to the mountains of Zuldazar. All the plants in Azeroth seem to be stimulated to grow here, turning this desperate place into a natural dream like Val'sharah. land.

The air became sweet and gentle, and Bwonsamdi raised his head and could even see an exaggerated rainbow emerging from the newly created waterfall.

There are no animals here yet.

But it doesn't matter.

As the vitality continues to shape and evolve, new residents will soon appear on this forest land full of life. After all, the seeds of life have been planted, and no force can stop the birth of new life.

The creation energy itself has pure vitality, coupled with the nutrients brought by the purification of the dark things that were previously swallowed up, Nazmir will soon become a natural sacred place in Azeroth.

This is a destined future.

In the golden fortress above the clouds, the exhausted Virgin Mary stepped down from the platform that manipulated the energy of creation. She was so tired that her feet gave way and almost fell, but she was supported by the equally tired Leiden beside her.

The two guardians looked at each other and did not push each other away.

The King of War next to them would look stupid, like a single fool like a light bulb.

The heroic spirits were cheering and roaring, and Little Xingxing and Fenna, who were bruised and swollen, hugged each other and screamed with emotion as girls see beautiful things.

Amid the noise, the pirate glanced in the direction of the Endless Sea and asked:

"Well, Sir N'Zos, now, I am going to ask the question that I have asked you twice. I hope that this time you can give me an answer that satisfies me.

tell me.

Do you accept my armistice? Besides, given the situation we are facing now, it’s not a big problem if I ask you to kneel down for me, right?

Haha, of course it’s just a joke, don’t pay attention.

The time when I really want you to kneel down is not now, my dear N'zos, we have a long time to come. "