Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Xalatas said he wanted to stay in shape.

It seemed that she was not joking. Black thought that the ancient lord who had experienced a hard battle wanted to eat Yogg-Saron whole to vent his hatred.

But I didn't expect Xal'atas to be very restrained.

She only ate a little more than a quarter before she stopped, dissipating her true form of void in the darkness and returning to her first form as a lamia.

What is certain is that Xalatas only ate so much not because he wanted to stay in shape. Perhaps this was some kind of "ritual"?

However, any damage to the real body will be reflected in this first form, so the lamia that appears again will be very miserable.

The left eye is blind, the right hand is broken, the snake scales and skin on the body are covered with terrible scars, and the hair is messy, as if he had lost miserably in a battle with Maiev and Sephiel for women and men. .

Not to mention how embarrassed he was.

But her mental state was very good. She probably knew that it was difficult for her to see people in her current posture, so she stopped five steps away from Blake and reached out to prevent Blake from approaching her who was covered in blood.

She blew a kiss to the stinky pirate from afar, and said in a tired tone:

"I will go back and rest first. I may have to rest for a while, but when I regain my energy I will come to you, little master. Just like I have sworn, I will dedicate everything I have to you.

After the last resentment in my heart dissipates, I can finally become something that belongs to you alone.

I urgently need to take a rest, I need to sleep, take a shower, put on makeup, look at how embarrassed I am now, I don’t want to see you like this. Ugh.”

Before Xalatas finished speaking, he was greeted by a passionate kiss from the pirate.

In this miserable battle hell, with the crunching sound of Drake devouring the remaining power of Yogg-Saron, Blake kissed his dark lover affectionately.

After a few minutes, he pointed to his eyes and said:

"I'm wearing a blindfold, my Xal'atas. I can't see how embarrassed you are now. In my heart, you are still the tempting and perfect lover.

You can rest in my tough and generous arms, and no one will laugh at your embarrassment.

No one dares to do that! "

"I really want to."

Xal'atath seemed genuinely moved.

She sniffed, kissed Blake on the cheek, and whispered:

"But I must leave now. Yogg-Saron is a servant of the Fallen Void. If I swallow his flesh and blood, I will be noticed by the Lords. I must purify those marks, otherwise it will cause trouble for you.

Be patient, little master.

When I come back, I will never leave you again, not for too long. "

After saying that, the lamia retreated hard, and Black waved the scepter of Sargeras to send her directly back to the Gorgrond wilderness of Draenor.

There are swarms of insects protecting her there, making it the safest place to rest.

After sending Xal'atath away, Black shrugged, reached out and took off the useless blindfold. He put his hands on his hips and blew out a smoke ring in the dark, and looked back at Yogg-Saron.

The Thousand Maw Demon's vitality is really tenacious. It was eaten by force for more than a quarter, and was parasitized into the core of the void by Drake, but it still retained its last breath.

But that’s the fish on the chopping board.

Already in a desperate situation, it has no possibility of resistance.

Even if Blake wanted to let it go, Drake could no longer stop parasitizing it until the last moment and devouring it.

This is the "program" set when it "appears". When it encounters an opportunity to kill the ancient gods, it must destroy these filthy things. It can be said that this is Drake's instinct.

The pirate crouched under the huge twitching mountain of flesh and blood in front of him. It was really terrifying to see this ancient god up close. His size alone was enough to make 99.9% of the living beings lose all will to fight.

"Look at her eating with gusto."

Blake reached out with disgust and picked up a piece of flesh and blood covered in black blood, put it under his nostrils and smelled it. The smell full of void pollution rushed straight into his nostrils, making the pirate retching on the spot, and then threw the flesh and blood in the air. aside.

"Forget it, some things look like this to warn those who want to eat them. I'd better not try it casually, lest some outrageous rumors of 'pica' spread out, which would be bad."

The pirates convinced themselves so easily.

He stood up, stared at the ancient god whose eyes were nowhere to be seen, and said:

"It's all yours, do you hear me? Derek, if you don't improve your strength after eating it all, I will be very disappointed with you!

The next trip to Argus will depend on your performance. If your crotch breaks, I will throw you into the fel volcano of Krokuun. I will do what I say! "

"quack"

The strange buzzing of insects came from Yogg-Saron's body, which represented the response of Drake, who now had wisdom.

Speaking of the relationship between this evil parasite and Blake, it is also very strange. Theoretically, the fact that Blake allowed Drake to return to his body during the job transfer ceremony means that Derek has "parasitized" him.

But because this group of anima is activated by Blake through temporary self-division, Drake theoretically belongs to Blake's "power manifestation".

The two guys belong to each other, which has led to the current strange relationship. However, it is certain that the pirates are dominant in this "symbiosis", and the master-servant relationship on the character card also proves this.

Although the pirates said that this wave successfully solved a bug with the help of the first lady on the list.

"Anima, where is Yogg-Saron's anima?"

The pirate circled the dying body of the Thousand Maws, waiting for the anima that would "explode" after Yogg-Saron died. Soon, with a low whimper, the Thousand Maws were cursed Life has finally come to an end.

At this last moment, the will originating from the fallen void is still exuding extreme malice:

"You will die in the hands of that female! You can't control her, just like you can't control a wild dog driven by desire and hunger. She will kill you just like she killed me.

You look delicious to her too!

You will also become food in her mouth! "

The low and weak void impact rippled in Blake's spiritual world. The pirate picked his ears and replied disdainfully:

“I would love to be my sweetheart’s mouthful, and if one day I were trapped in a desperate situation with her, I would ask her to eat me to reduce my pain and keep her alive.

This is pure love, you ugly guy obviously doesn't understand this.

And you can’t help it!

This is a personal interest between us and has nothing to do with you, you ugly monster. Besides, I am also a real ancient god, my dear Yogg-Saron. "

Blake bent down and blew out a puff of smoke from the burning pipe. He reached out and touched the flesh and blood gushing out in front of him, as if "touching the head to kill", and said to the dying Yogg-Saron:

“If we really count, it’s not certain who will eat the other between me and my Xal’atas, but what is certain is that I have no interest in your filthy flesh and blood.

After your death, I will make good use of the anima you left behind.

Your death will make me stronger.

And the news of your death will undoubtedly shock N'Zoth, and that stupid conspirator will truly see that I have the ability to kill you easily without relying on the Forge of Origin.

The fear of death will force it to fall into another trap, but don't be afraid, I promise, it will never die easier than you. Haha, that is the resentment from a woman.

As we all know, they are the scariest when they are angry. "

"Your soul will fall into the void"

Yogg-Saron used the last of his strength to try to throw a curse, but soon it realized that it was standing in front of a monster that could exempt it from mind-shattering.

Its curse has no effect on another Old God.

This really makes the ancient gods despair.

So, at the last moment, Yogg-Saron could only curse like a weak person:

"In that empty sea of ​​truth, you will drift like a rootless duckweed. Eventually, you will be swallowed up by the real shadow in the lightless sea. You will suffer for eternity and will never be able to escape!"

"I'm sorry, but my soul has been booked at a high price a long time ago. I always feel that I sold it cheaply, but it doesn't matter. I can negotiate the price later."

Blake was really not interested in the whining of the defeated dog. He stood up straight and watched as the Thousand-Throated Demon took his last breath in despair.

The filthy remains of Yogg-Saron shattered and exploded like those void beings infected by the blood plague, but this time it did not turn into liquid, but turned into red stardust flying all over the sky.

It makes this dirty and dark Whispering Temple look so magical and peaceful at this moment.

Drake, who was so big and round, struggled to move his insect body. It seemed to be "full", so he nodded and bowed to Blake as if to please, then changed its form and turned back into a blood-red liquid, which fell into the palm of the pirate's hand.

When Drake came back this time, the evil parasite was very "sensible" and gave back more than half of the power of the void he had drawn from Yogg-Saron to Blake.

It's not that it is very willing to do this, the main reason is that its life form at this time really cannot bear so much power. Rather than letting it escape, it is better to leave it to its master to please it.

And as the majestic divine power of the void was absorbed by the pirates, the level number behind the "Ancient God" profession on the character card in front of him jumped.

From 1 to 2.

At this moment, it was as if a thunder exploded in the pirate's soul, and the secrets of power belonging to the ancient gods surged over, making the pirate feel his head rising.

After a while, he hit his forehead and closed his eyes and said:

"Well, it turns out that the power of the demigod profession, which is only level 3, is divided like this? This is really amazing. I thought that after I was strong enough, I would no longer be able to passively learn skills.

It seems that I am still too young.

Are you right, my dear Lord of War? "

The pirate turned back and looked at Odin, the King of War, who walked solemnly into this filthy land with a group of guardians and heroic spirits.

As Odin, who witnessed the entire void civil war, he watched all the dance of darkness and evil as a bystander.

But other people can be blocked outside the temple. They only know that the King of War dropped the "Decisive Weapon" into the Ancient God's Cage. They can also hear the terrifying sounds coming from the cage, but they don't know this place. Something really happened.

Everyone has no idea about the power of the mysterious "Decisive Weapon" of the Lord of War.

But now, when they saw with their own eyes the crimson stardust surrounding Blake and the bones of the ancient god remaining in the center of the Whispering Temple, everyone felt an indescribable excitement in their hearts.

Yogg-Saron is dead!

The Old Gods who polluted the land of creation were killed.

The sacred land was restored to purity. This scene made the weather-beaten Titan Guardians excited and wanted to hug and cry, but unfortunately they had no tear ducts, so they could only show cheers and excitement.

As for mortals.

Old Daelin, who was carrying the Shield of Aggramar and holding a navy corncob pipe in his mouth, stood behind the crowd. He held his Proudmoore family sword in both hands and looked at the place where he stood with a look of relief and pride. The son before the remains of the ancient god.

He knew that although his son was perverse and had a bad personality, he also liked to be a pirate and plunder everywhere, commit crimes everywhere, and do bad things secretly.

From what Catherine said privately, this kid also has very bad XP.

But he's still a good guy.

He is worthy of being the most outstanding guy in the next generation of the Proudmoore family. He has achieved the lowest limit that a mortal can achieve today. Old Dailin thought this was the limit.

Can't everyone challenge the Titans like Brox?

"What a nasty guy."

Beside Dai Lin, Muradin, holding the ruler's war hammer, puffed his beard and said with eyes wide open:

"He stole all the fun. I also plan to use Yogg-Saron to test the power of the artifact."

"Just be patient."

Dai Lin tried to persuade her old friend:

"When you get to Argus, there will be plenty of demons to kill for you, so don't be weak when the time comes."

"Congratulations, the nemesis of death, the slayer of the ancient gods."

The King of War and his brother Lyden looked at each other. He strode forward with his war spear, pretending that he had not seen those dark secrets, and said to Black majestically:

"You helped the Titans and Guardians retake the Land of Creation. You have proven the importance of your existence to this world. From now on, you will be a distinguished guest in Ulduar and all Titan facilities."

"Thank you for your consideration, but I have been your honored guest for a long time."

Black snorted and waved the Blood Drinker's Ring on his finger towards Odin. He lowered his body and took out something that looked more like a skull from the remains of Yogg-Saron, and tossed it up and down in his hand. He threw it away and picked up a magic bag stained with black blood. It was the "strange trophy" he found from the belly of Yogg-Saron.

He blew smoke rings and said to Odin:

"Take care of this place, let the light of the Titans shine on this place again, those bones will be sent to the Creation Furnace to be crushed, and even the ashes will be permanently guarded by the Titan Guardians.

I think you know better than I how much trouble these things can cause in the wrong hands. "

"Um."

Odin nodded.

Black was about to leave, but before leaving, he suddenly thought of something and turned back to Odin and said:

"I know that I have many titles. This once gave the craftsmen who carved my stone statue in the Hall of Valor a headache. They didn't know which title to use to refer to me.

No more trouble in the future.

I finally decided on my new nickname. From now on, everyone will call me Black Shaw, the Devil with a Thousand Tongues. Don’t laugh, I’m serious, this is an ‘officially certified’ title. "

The pirate sighed, pointed to the sky, and said:

"At least Ms. Elune likes to call me that. Anyway, that's it."

After that, the pirates disappeared into the shadows, and a group of Titan Guardians also breathed a sigh of relief. Being with a walking ancient god, it was difficult for them to restrain the idea of ​​killing this guy with weapons.

A few minutes later, Odin suddenly remembered something.

He looked back at Leiden, who was whispering to the Virgin Mary, and asked:

"Um, has Mimiron's 'Armageddon' system been turned off?"

"Uh, it looks like it's turned off. No! Damn it! Only a few minutes left! Hurry! Fastest guy to the Wisdom Spark! Turn it off!"

"Don't be afraid, the time is up but it hasn't exploded yet! We are still alive, which means I turned off the self-destruct system before I left. Look, I scared you!"

This is Titan Engineering, my amazing instruments never go wrong! "

On the other side, in the Wisdom Spark Laboratory.

Black expressionlessly withdrew the Salamani sword wrapped with divine power. He looked at the complex controller that was slashed open with sparks of sparks, and the countdown on the controller that stopped at 00:03.

He tried to turn this thing off just now.

But since he didn't know much about Titan engineering, he couldn't do it at all, so he could only use "physical means". As expected, the dwarfs were all crazy, including their ancestors.

Such a dangerous thing ran around without turning off the switch. Well, the racial trait of Doubi is indeed inherited, and he once again saved the world.

Lady Elune will surely be satisfied, right?