Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"By the way, why does it feel bad to bully an honest person like this?"

On the way out of the Creation Furnace, the stinky pirate rubbed his forehead and complained to the black and white swords floating beside him:

"Does this mean that it came to my door and was sold by me, and it still had to count the money for me?"

"Yeah yeah."

The lively Black Sword Eremeni was flying around like she had ADHD, and she screamed:

"Master, you are such a world-class bad guy. You lied to such an honest giant. You have no conscience!"

"Ha, I accept your compliment, but don't say it next time."

Black snorted, then turned to White Sword Sharathol and said:

"After taking care of Ulduar this time, I will get a large amount of anima from those guardians. Apart from those for my own use, I plan to use the rest to strengthen you.

We calculated carefully and found that with Freya's life force, Thorim's storm force and Hodir's winter force, Mimiron's creative power was of no use to us, so we sold it at a high price. To the gnomes.

The remaining three titan anima enhancements should be enough to take your power to the next level. "

"Thank you, Master."

The meek Sharathol thanked her sincerely, but soon Black Sword Eremeni became unhappy. She hovered in front of Black and shouted:

"Why don't you, sister, have me? Master, you need a bowl of water to keep your balance!"

"Ha, because you just 'complied' me."

Blake said with a cold face:

"Have you followed me for so long and you still don't know how petty I am? I'm angry. Let's talk about it after you strengthen me."

"do not do it."

Eremeni started acting coquettishly.

But the problem is, is she a sword, or a very sharp sword? If she goes too far with her coquettishness, she will definitely poke two holes in Blake's body.

The pirate snorted and ignored the stupid swordswoman in the second grade. The latter chased her all the way and cried loudly until her sister couldn't stand it anymore and reminded her in a low voice:

"Master is going to conquer Yogg Saron next, which is an ancient god born in the void. Your anima enhancement is still ahead of me."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?"

Only then did the idiot Black Sword calm down, and then flew over and put his sword hilt on Black's face to express his gratitude and love to his master.

Just like this, they entered the battle area of ​​Ulduar and saw that the war between the heroic spirits and the void creations had spread from the broken cage to the main ring of the city.

It is an inner city passage built around Ulduar's most important facilities.

There are collapsed buildings everywhere, and there are tragically dead heroic spirits or purified void evil beings everywhere. Among the corpses, Blake not only found the traditional faceless men and Krasis thugs, but also unexpectedly found Naga. Void creations as well as some cultists of various races wearing Church of Storms and Twilight Hammer style robes.

This once again confirms that Yogg-Saron has joined forces with his remaining evil brothers in the face of crisis, but this time they are not out to devour the world.

They need to work together to survive.

Tsk tsk, to be able to push the evil ancient god to this point, it seems that the intimidating power of Star Observer Algalon is indeed extraordinary.

"There's a monster over there!"

With Blake's promise of enhanced anima, today's Sword Girl is particularly active. The black and white swords fly around the pirates, like cruise missiles that accurately detect enemies and strike in a directional manner. After discovering the void creatures hiding around them, they You need to roar over and kill the threat.

But this time Blake didn't let them do it.

He raised his left hand, and a blood-red "pocket" G'huun parasite appeared in his hand. He threw it towards the place where the cultists were hiding. The parasite composed of blood dispersed in the air, making a strange insect-like sound. Ming's voice faded into the darkness, and a few seconds later, the hiding cultists rushed out of their hiding place with screams of terror.

There are several humans and gnomes, as well as orcs and tauren, and even two quilboars.

Tsk tsk, this composition is complex enough. It is indeed a bunch of shit in this world that is worse than lowly pirates. It is truly a gathering of scum of all races.

They screamed and ran away, but their fingers kept scratching on their bodies, as if they were sick. Within a few steps, their clothes were torn, leaving dazzling blood marks on their skin.

But their bodies did not feel better because of constant scratching.

In fact, they seemed to "melt" as they ran. The furthest tauren with the strongest strength did not even run ten steps before turning into a ball of red liquid and exploding with a weak howl.

It's like building blocks being pushed down, or like a sandcastle made of sand collapsing.

That red liquid is not blood

It's not that useful.

These liquids are the residue left behind after all the power, existence and even souls of these cultists have been extracted from their material bodies.

It's like the excrement pulled out of the devil's eyes after being swallowed and chewed by the malice of the world. It is the most meaningless thing in the world.

But this is just the beginning.

The pirate sneered and stared into the darkness before him.

He didn't need to sense to know how many evil beasts from the void were hidden in the darkness. They regarded the dark place as their own territory and would attack everything that entered it.

They regard Yogg-Saron as their master, and they want to shape the void hell of the material world in this place of creation for their evil master.

They think they can match the Legion of Heroes and beat the Guardians to pieces. They have the confidence given by the radical and corrupt Void Will.

They greedily covet the bright world in the darkness. What they desire is not to destroy the sunlight. They only want to see all the land illuminated by the light filled with seeds of corrosion.

This is evil beyond evil, darkness darker than darkness. Perhaps they should be called ‘pure evil’? Whether it is destruction or killing, it is not out of interest, but based on its own existence.

This is exactly the opposite extreme from the demons who are keen on destruction and immersed in destruction.

Blake is not hostile to void creatures. He feels that he is half a void creature. He does not despise those twisted and depraved flesh and blood, but he does not like them either.

Especially today.

Oh, Yogg-Saron is the Old God, so you work hard for him.

But he’s just an ancient god, who else isn’t?

I'm already here, and you still haven't come out to kneel down to welcome the arrival of the "Devil with a Thousand Tongues". I'm so tired.

You really think this demon king is easy to bully, right?

OK.

Then get excited!

"Go, my dear Drake."

Blake pointed at the boundless darkness in front of him and instructed:

"Teach these ungrateful and disrespectful dogs what the rules are, and let the terrifying blood epidemic break out here. Although it is difficult to say that the blood flowing in the bodies of those void bastards is blood, as long as it is liquid, you can Driving, isn't it?

go Go.

Open your belly and feast.

You are already a mature 'Lord of Infection'. You should learn to choose your own targets, forage for your own food, grow, and then serve me.

Oh, right.

The heroic spirits cannot eat it, and neither can the few mortal warriors. "

Blake warned:

“I don’t want to go back and explain to my crying mother why my old father contracted the blood plague in the Land of Creation and died inexplicably.

What a hassle. "

The evil parasite named "Drake" by Blake with full malice immediately happily molded a body out of blood on the spot, screaming into the darkness like a round silkworm baby.

Soon, the frightened howls from the Faceless Men and Void Flesh echoed in the darkness. The howls of those guys were as ugly as their looks.

But it's a pity that this terrifying wailing can't scare anyone.

Although the name is "Lord of Infection", the endless parasitic ability from G'huun was originally written by the Titans in order to eliminate the ancient gods and the power of the void.

This guy is extremely lethal when facing other life forms, but devouring the void is its "main business."

"Gee, look what I found?"

Xal'atath's seductive and hoarse voice sounded behind the pirate, and the ancient sage screamed in a pretentious tone:

"When I first came here, I saw a terrible ancient god killing his fellow void people. I don't know what made this new ancient god so angry, but there is no doubt that he His cold-bloodedness and cruelty make even a dark lady like me feel horrified.

So, my dear little master, have you finally been unable to suppress the darkness in your heart and fallen completely into the abyss of chaos? Has the wish I have been praying for day and night finally come true?

Can we start setting this nasty world on fire right now? "

The lamia emerged from the darkness behind her. Her slender snake tail dotted with gorgeous fallen gems wrapped around the pirate's legs. The clothes that were almost naked hung on her body, making her hug Blake full of uniqueness. Such temptation.

She stretched out her snake-like forked tongue and touched Blake's ear gently, and said angrily:

"You have changed, little master. I can smell some changes taking place in your soul and your body, just like an egg in the dark finally letting the life of darkness break out of its shell after a long period of incubation."

"Did you come up with this wonderful metaphor based on your own experience? Maybe I think your use of 'seeds bloom' is obviously more accurate and poetic.

But what more can I expect from an empty essence who has never gone to school or systematically studied elegant grammar? "

The pirates were unmoved.

He grinned in the darkness, reached out and touched Xalatath's delicate chin, making the lamia sway like a cobra in front of his eyes, and he said:

"You said I've changed, have I changed for the better? Or have I changed for the worse?"

"Not good or bad."

Xal'atath's eyes were bright, emitting a faint purple light in the dark night, and she breathed rapidly and said:

"But it's even more charming in my eyes. It makes me want to eat you right here."

As she spoke, she licked her plump lips with her tongue.

Not to mention being sentimental.

"here?"

Blake looked around for a week. The dead bodies and the red liquid flowing freely around him made all his desires disappear. He shrugged to Xal'atath and said:

"It's better to wait until we go back to Naqfar, or find a more upscale place. I'm not talking about you, Xal'atas, you are a person with status now, and you can't be so casual. What I mean is eh."

The pirate's complaints were blocked by the unsolicited kiss.

The Void Dog man and woman began a passionate kiss in this dead and quiet place. This passionate kiss lasted for an astonishingly long time. After all, neither Xal'atath nor Black needed to breathe.

"Okay, let's get down to business."

After several minutes, Black pushed the ancient venerable with watery eyes away. He moved his neck and said to the dissatisfied Xal'atath:

"We are not here to have fun today. Yogg-Saron is right in front. We don't know if it is waiting for us, but there is no doubt that we will go to keep our appointment.

I'll be with you.

I will question and punish the bastards who bully women for my girlfriend who was eaten

Look how good I am to you. "

"But now I want to eat you more than Yogg-Saron."

Xalatas dissatisfiedly pulled up the clothes hanging around his waist to "dress up" to his shoulders, and rolled his eyes at Black. It was like a lover going shopping, in this place full of void corrosion and corpses everywhere. He took the pirate's arm and put his head on his shoulder.

After taking a few steps, Xal'atas suddenly asked:

"Why do you want to let your bug out to feed freely? Aren't you afraid that Odin and the others will discover your secret?"

"They can't hide it anyway. They can think whatever they want."

Blake curled his lips and said seriously:

"Plus, it's not called 'The Bug', it has its own name, it's called 'Drake' and he's my new found best friend."

"Oh, I remember you also said to Deathwing, 'Lord Davar, you are my best friend'."

Xal'atath snorted, she stared at Black and said:

"You haven't answered my question yet, why do you want it to feed like crazy here?"

"Because using it requires proficiency, my dear ancient lord."

The pirate walked into the darkness that was so quiet that it made one's heart tremble, and he whispered:

"I have to get my dear Drake to a level where he can parasitize a demigod before we face Yogg Saron. It's like playing some kind of boring grinding game. You always have to play. Brush up your skill proficiency before BOSS, otherwise DKP will be deducted.

Speaking of which, my dear Xal'atath, you don't really intend to eat Yogg-Saron, do you?

I mean, your slender body doesn't have such a big appetite. You can eat up to a third of it, otherwise it will ruin your perfect figure.

Mature women all know that they must learn to control their desires to ensure that they have a beautiful image in the eyes of others, instead of going crazy and trying to change the entire world's definition of "beauty" because they can't get in better shape.

Don't let the world accommodate you.

This is a virtue.

After you have tasted the delicious food called 'Revenge', I will taste Yogg-Saron's void taste again. With so much left, you can't just throw it away, right?

That would be too wasteful. "

Blake took his pipe in his mouth and lit the tobacco leaves with a void fire in the darkness. As the smoke rose, he said:

"There are only two ancient gods left in this world. Such precious creatures must be used properly."