Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Hey, Drake, be polite, you're looking at the great Lord of War, who could eat your poor master for breakfast, and maybe dip it in Yogg-Saron's black blood as jam. "

On the battlefield of broken cages that were littered all over the ground, Black's long and beaten voice sounded from the darkness behind him. He took his dark girlfriend and walked out in the dead silence, heading towards the already full belly. Parasite waved.

The latter let out an insect chirp of joy, satisfaction and triumph, and pounced on Black with a swishing sound. When he got closer, it turned into a blood-colored liquid and melted into the palm of the pirate's hand.

This ugly and cute guy fed back the "nourishment" he had eaten to the pirates, causing Blake's aura of the ancient god to quickly change from weak to full.

The pirate stared at the melting Vezax.

This is a void demigod. The fact that Drake can parasitize it means that after harvesting and eating many void lives, this little guy finally "brushed" his level to the point where he can parasitize a demigod.

"Please don't look like that, Lord Odin."

Black looked at Odin. He waved his left hand and said with a gentle smile:

"This is all for victory. If you need it, I can find someone to help you write a book about today's wonderful and great battle and publish it to all over the world, so that the whole world knows that you defeated the ancient enemy and won a glory. victory."

"Leyden and the Virgin will absolutely kill you."

Odin said in a deep voice:

"Not only did you lie to them, but you also stole this extremely dangerous power. What on earth do you want to do, Black?"

"I said, just to win."

The pirate waved his hands without changing his expression, blinked and said to Odin:

"But you are not among the people you said were going to kill me, so will you help me keep Drake's secret? And what price will I have to pay for your secrecy?

Please don't let the lion open his mouth."

"The result of the sky-high asking price is that there will be an extra corpse of a golden giant here. It will be a cold corpse full of glory and courage."

Black was very gentle, but Xalatath beside him was not so gentle. The ancient sage issued an unceremonious threat, which made Odin sneer.

He looked at the clasped hands of Black and Xal'atath. The combination of the two ancient gods could indeed bury him here, but so what?

Is the King of War someone who can be threatened?

He shook off the lightning spear in his hand, glanced at Blake, and said:

"I will keep it a secret, it will help us win again, and I hope to see it shine as our war machine in the Fel Heart of Argus.

Can you satisfy my desire? "

"Of course, of course."

Blake nodded in agreement with a smile on his face. He and Xalatath crossed Odin and walked towards the Whispering Temple where bursts of void murmurs came from in front of them. He said to Odin:

"Then do me one more favor, my dear Lord Odin, ask your brothers not to interfere with us, let the light recede, and invite the shadows to enter.

This is a civil war in the void.

Keep those of order away!

I can't guarantee that anyone involved will have a bad ending, so I ask you Lord Guardians to go drink tea and chat first, and wait for the news of victory to be conveyed.

You can even play a game of wits with Mimiron.

You see, an ancient god has tortured you like this, and now, there are three of them here. I mean, don’t play with fire. "

"boom"

Odin put his black blood-stained war spear on his shoulder. He watched Black and Xalatath disappear into the dark ruins hand in hand like dancing, and he shook his head.

The moment the King of War turned around, Odin whispered:

"I really hope Yogg-Saron eats you two and chokes to death so we can save ourselves three troubles at once. Damn it."

"Hey, when you say bad things about others, can you wait until they leave first?"

Xal'atath's complaint sounded first, and then Black's cold voice sounded in the ears of the Lord of War. He complained:

"As expected of a warrior, he's so bad at even saying bad things."

"Haha, you think I'm saying bad things?"

Odin sneered and strode outside the temple.

He was somewhat disappointed that he could not participate in the crusade against Yogg-Saron, but he was not too angry. The main reason was that Odin was now "ambitious".

The war in the Fel Heart of Argus still requires him to devote all his energy and strength. He is just a Yogg-Saron, just a transition.

From a macro perspective, Odin would even like to thank Black and Xal'atath for taking the initiative to take over this important task, which can bring more rest time to the guardians who have just recovered and are still weak.

"Seal the final hall!"

Outside the Broken Temple, Odin, who appeared with the evil head of General Vezax, was immediately cheered and praised by the heroic spirits, but then the King of War announced loudly:

"Close the energy nodes leading here, and no one is allowed to approach! I have put the 'Final Battle Weapons' into Yogg-Saron's lair. They will be responsible for finally cleaning up the corrosion pollution left by the ancient gods."

"this"

Thorim looked at the expressionless Odin in surprise. As a guardian, he had never heard of a "final decisive weapon", but now the King of War made it clear that he did not want to explain all this.

The Storm Guardian hesitated for a moment. He decided not to say anything more at this important moment, so he turned around and led the heroic spirits towards various energy nodes.

They want to completely block this place according to Odin's orders.

"As expected of a warrior, look at the reason he came up with, tsk tsk, it's so clumsy that I don't even want to comment on it."

In front of the Whispering Temple of Yogg-Saron, Black leaned on the Salamani sword and said to Xal'atath, who was holding a mirror and touching up his makeup:

"Maybe I should give him a reason or something, so that he doesn't say such terrible things that make people feel sorry for the guardian's wisdom."

"What else could you expect from a bunch of stone heads?"

Xal'atath looked at himself in the mirror and said:

"The fact that he didn't explode on the spot when he saw Drake already shows that the King of War is very calm and very tolerant towards you. My little master, to be honest, I was ready to fight with him just now. .”

"No, the guardians know what they want to do. They know that their goal is difficult, and they learn from the suffering to unite all the forces that can be united.

To them, I am that annoying but indispensable character.

I'm valuable, so I can do whatever I want. "

The pirate grinned, and then looked at Xal'atath. When he saw Xal'atath picking up an eyebrow pencil and wanting to draw his eyebrows, he couldn't help but take out his pocket watch and said with a wooden face:

"But my dear Xal'atath, you are already very beautiful and don't need any more makeup. We have been delayed for a long time. If we continue like this, we will miss the dinner with Yogg-Saron.

I know it's not nice to rush you, but I really don't want to be late. "

"Men should not talk too much when women are putting on makeup!"

Xal'atath snorted, and while stroking his eyebrows, he said:

"This is my day of revenge. It's a big day, so I have to dress up. Do you understand? You just ate a lot of my lipstick, which made me have to touch up my makeup again. It's all your fault!

And I want to put my best foot forward in front of my dear brother.

After all, this is the last day of its long life, so just take pity on it and show it something nice. "

"What are you drawing?"

The pirates complained:

"Anyway, you're going to have to wear off your makeup after we start eating. You girls are really too formalistic. Okay, okay, I won't say any more. Just keep painting, okay?"

I am willing to waste a little time for my dear ancient lord. "

The conversation between these two guys was at the entrance of Yogg-Saron's temple, and they didn't even think about hiding it. As a result, it was all heard by Yogg-Saron in the Whispering Temple. The powerful Thousand-Mawed Demon was immediately attracted by this Infuriated by the posturing of the two assholes.

It is the most powerful ancient god in the world of Azeroth after Y'Shaarj!

It single-handedly defeated the system of the Titan Guardians, and used the temptation of the void and the curse of flesh to completely end the Age of Mythology. It was it that sent its own servants to hunt down and kill Tyr, and it was also it that planted the seed with the help of the druids. The ancient tree spreads its pollution power into the material world and dreams.

It was it that participated in seducing the World Destroyer to fall, and it was also it that almost completed the pollution of Malygos. It penetrated from the place of creation into the heart of the world, and poured the poison of the void into the heart of the world.

C'Thun, who is obsessed with finding the Forge of Origin, and N'zoth, who is obsessed with playing conspiracy games with Naga servants, are simply the younger brothers among younger brothers in front of it!

Give it a little more time, and it can accomplish what even Y'Shaarj has failed to accomplish.

It stays in the cage not because it cannot break through, it just desires to turn the most sacred place in the world into a temple leading to the fallen void.

And it worked.

But now, just outside the door, there is the ghost of a former loser, a dirty mortal who doesn't know what is called. They have taken the power of other losers and think they can fight against the powerful Thousand Maws Demon?

Haha, how ridiculous!

As the anger of the Thousand-Mawed Demon spreads, the entire Broken Cage began to shake, and the power from the Void Realm penetrated. This means that Yogg-Saron will use this power from his hometown to completely destroy the ridiculous cage. Crush.

"Look, look, it's anxious."

Blake looked at the Temple of Whispers with his head tilted up. He turned back to Xal'atath who put away the mirror and said:

"It's all your fault for putting makeup on someone's doorstep to provoke him. Look, the terrible Yogg-Saron is angry. It's going to kill us two newbies, and maybe even our souls won't be able to escape the disaster.

This is absolutely terrible.

what should we do?

Throw away your weapons and kneel before the Thousand Maws to beg for its forgiveness? "

"It really deserves to be angry."

Xal'atath stretched his body, letting the skirt of his dark robe hang low at his side, and stepped into the swaying temple passage in front of him with his snake tail swaying.

As she walked, she said to the pirate holding a sword beside her:

"As a veteran ancient god who thinks he is powerful, he is so easily stirred into emotional chaos by the Heart of Darkness. If I were Yogg-Saron, I would also feel angry because of my stupidity and weakness.

Its proud achievements are but a pile of failures.

It defeated the Titan Guardians, but failed to corrode the pollution further and turn them into Void Heralds;

It ended the age of myth but gave up dominance of the world to rising mortals;

It was a good idea to use the trees planted by the druids to spread the contamination of saronite, but unfortunately its plan failed after Old Staghelm burned Vordrassil in anger.

It was the first to invade the dream, but then N'Zoth took over the power of the nightmare.

It killed Tyr, but failed to completely destroy Tyr's divinity, which directly led to Loken's capture and death;

It claims that it injects void poison into the heart of the world, but the sleeping star soul only needs to wake up to complete self-purification in an instant.

In a life full of failures and setbacks, the only thing that can be mentioned is Deathwing's fall. But it didn't do it alone.

I dare say that N'Zoth is definitely more helpful than Yogg-Saron. "

Xal'atath's sarcasm became more and more bitter, causing the pirates to hold their stomachs and laugh. Black dissuaded him hypocritically:

"Oh, my dear dark little girlfriend, don't speak so viciously. Look, you have made Lord Yogg-Saron's face turn green with anger. Oh, is that the evil mist it releases?"

"Ouch!"

The singing and singing of the two bastards made Yogg-Saron completely unable to hold his nerve.

With a low roar, in the hole where the broken cage collapsed and shattered like a strange pool of water, the huge body belonging to the Thousand-Throated Demon appeared in this not-dark prison wrapped in the lingering evil mist. In the Cage Temple.

The thing in front of me is indeed uglier and more vicious than C'Thun's true form.

Although the whole body looks like a disgusting enlarged version of a mountain of flesh and blood and putrid pustules, compared to C'Thun's body covered with eyes and tentacles, Yogg-Saron's body is covered with various twisted and ferocious mouths. and sharp teeth.

Each one was emitting a frightening roar, and each one was like an entrance to a dark abyss.

Its countless mouths are chanting the sound of corruption, and those weird void murmurs gather together to form a dark melody that shocks the soul.

If an ordinary person were here, just the act of listening would be enough to corrupt and distort his soul.

Compared with C'Thun's chaotic aura, Yogg-Saron is obviously more like those terrifying and vicious gods in evil mythology. The aura of the void wraps around its corrupted body, almost forming a substantial spiritual echo.

Let every pair of eyes looking at Yogg-Saron's body seem to be looking directly into the abyss of chaos and madness, and what is reflected in those sights will be the appearance of the abyss of incomparable depravity.

Very strong.

Very depraved.

very scary.

It perfectly fits the image of a world-destroying demon. He is worthy of being a bastard who has always been in the top three in the ranking of evil forces in Azeroth!

Everything about the appearance of the Demon of Thousand Maws was perfect.

Apart from the depraved majesty it displays, it is of no use to pirates and Xal'atath, and is not even more threatening than the cold wind blowing in the face, or the stones thrown at the head by naughty children.

We are all ancient gods, we are all bastards who obey the void, and we are all twisted beings who inherited the will of the void and were born in the material world. So, who are you trying to show your authority to, you idiot?

"Well, I was still looking forward to swallowing the ancient gods, but apparently it was because I forgot what the damn ancient gods looked like."

Blake whispered to Xal'atath beside him:

"I was disgusted when I saw its true appearance. I regret it. I won't eat it. You can eat my share as well."

"Eating too much will ruin your figure! That's what you said."

Xal'atath snorted and said:

"I don't eat more."

"Well"

The pirate curled his lips. In the anger that Yogg-Saron was nearly losing his mind after being repeatedly provoked by the bastard men and women, he looked down at Drake, who had his head on his left hand, and said:

"Then please, my little cutie, remember to eat more later. The flesh and blood of the ancient god nourishes us."