Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The besieged Archimonde did not realize that the cunning and vicious Black had actually intervened in the battle before it began.

As every change of emotion and mentality in the fierce death battle with Thal'kiel and the Warlock trio was under the control of the pirates, Blake was like an eighth-grade piano player, without deliberately Pushing the Archdemon's thoughts into madness.

That's hard.

Even though Old Man Thal'kiel sealed its connection with the evil force.

Being able to become a great demon and being able to withstand the power blessing of the Dark Titan in a mortal body already illustrates Archimonde's mental toughness.

You can't push hard.

This kind of thing requires going with the flow, going with the flow, being shallow and deep, and controlling the rhythm.

It is necessary to make clever use of every change of emotion, thinking and will, just like opening the sails along with the sea breeze to make the ship move faster, just like applying lubricant before inserting the lever of precision machinery.

Fortunately, Black was already an excellent captain, sailor, navigator, and commander before he mastered the power of mind-corruption.

He is a master of intrigues and a master at using words to provoke people's minds.

He is very good at mastering this trick, and uses invisible but extremely vicious thoughts of truth little by little to lead the polluter's mind to the final madness little by little along with the fierce, disappointing and violent battle.

From this point of view, Archimonde actually does not have an iron will, especially after his connection with Sargeras was cut off, this guy panicked.

Just this fatal flaw caused its despair at this time.

A big demon whose mind has fallen into madness and rage is no threat to pirates at all. Even if he is really weak, he is still confident enough to play around with Archimonde.

Well, this guy is indeed very intelligent, but he cannot be said to be a smart person.

No wonder it has never been Kil'jaeden's opponent in its struggle for power in the Burning Legion.

It seems that with the high level of the Deceiver, he can definitely do what the pirates are doing now. The reason why Kil'jaeden still retains Archimonde should be to occupy that position.

So that when Velen comes to the demons, he can share the power of the Burning Legion with the Deceiver in one step, just like the good friends once ruled Argus together.

Look, there's a tool man here.

He is a sad yet useful ultimate tool man.

"It looks so fierce!"

"Protect the captain!"

The trio of warlocks who had just self-destructed themselves into severely damaged Defilers escaped back. They temporarily lost their ability to cast spells, but they still seized the precious opportunity to show their "loyalty" to Black.

They yelled and stood in front of Black, making a mighty gesture of protecting him, but were pushed away by the impatient pirates.

The colorless bastard blocked him from watching the fun.

Besides, with his current rank, does he still need the protection of these three flattering guys?

ridiculous.

"What a sacrifice."

Blake moved his hands and walked down from behind Frostclaw, who was snarling and making pounce movements, and patted the big bear's head to signal it to be quiet.

Then he stood on the edge of the hillside carelessly.

This position is just right for him to be on par with the tall Archimonde. The chaotic eyes are ignited with furious flames, and the low and harsh scream contains uncontrollable madness. A walking sacrifice is coming to him. Rush over.

Like a moth attracted by a candle flame towards the light.

"My dear Archimonde, why are you so angry? I still hope to have a good conversation with you. It's really unseemly for you to do this."

Blake raised his hand and moved it lightly like a harp on a piano. The anger in Archimonde's heart was instantly calmed, and his heart was as calm as a lady who had just attended a tea party.

It was even filled with a strange sense of pleasure.

The Defiler froze in place.

It desperately wanted to get angry, want to swing the halberd in its hand angrily, and stab the damn pirate in front of it to death, leaving it full of holes.

But it can't be done!

The soul that has been forcibly calmed is like a frozen sea, unable to make any waves at all. It is like an LSP that has been mentally castrated. It is still alive but its impulse is gone.

"What did you do?"

The Defiler, who realized that his soul had been manipulated by Black Shaw, felt fear like he had never experienced before. This was an ending more terrifying than his death.

Death means nothing more than a humiliating failure. Just try again next time.

But now, it is rigged.

Like a pathetic puppet in the hands of a puppeteer, unable even to resist.

Well, it's not completely impossible.

"Go to hell!"

The advantage of having a completely calm mind is that Aker finally remembered his true identity. It can mobilize magic with the mentality that a spell caster should have. After being freed from the interference of evil energy, its spell casting ability even returned to its peak. period.

A powerful and enhanced version of the Finger of Death was thrown hard at Black.

The rich black light shines with the point of death, and as long as it comes into contact with the smelly pirate himself, his vicious and sneaky soul can be completely killed.

But the flying black light encountered an accident when it started.

A faint tentacle sprang out from the shadow of the pirate and stood in front of Blake. The snake-like tentacle turned its body and looked at the frightened polluter with the blue eyeball at the top of the tentacle.

There was no malice or kindness in those eyeballs.

It just stared at Ake with a look like looking at a stone. It took over the first impact of the finger of death and completed the disaster of rushing to death on behalf of its master.

The second pulsing black light was picked up by the second shadow tentacle, then the third, and the fourth, until the last pulsing black light hit Blake.

But the magic that had been continuously weakened no longer had any power, and hitting the pirate only made him feel a weak pain like a needle in his soul.

"What are you?"

The Defiler took a step back.

It was rational enough to realize the grotesque form hidden under Blake's mortal body. It was no longer afraid, it just wanted to leave here immediately.

The handsome mortal with a strange smile in front of him made him feel a creepy feeling that he had not experienced for tens of thousands of years.

"I am not a thing, my dear Defiler."

Blake said softly, and then felt that his words were ambiguous, so he became angry again, and scolded the polluter with a cold eyebrow:

"Why are you so rude, a devil? How can you accuse others of being stupid? Is this the etiquette taught to you by the Dark Titan? It seems that you have forgotten everything you learned in the Arcana Academy.

What a jerk that needs to be taught a lesson. "

"Blake! Stop talking nonsense and give it death."

With only his head and skull left, Old Man Sachiel levitated and flew to Black's side. The old man said to the pirate with a sense of joy and impatience that a great revenge had been avenged:

"I urgently need a healthy and strong body now, you know."

"Geez, you guys are really out of style."

The pirate snorted in displeasure.

He shook his head and raised his left hand under the gaze of Archimonde, who was already preparing to escape. In the surge of weird shadows projected under the human form, one after another weird black shadow tentacles extended. Coming out, it's like a swarm of snakes waking up and starting to hunt.

In just the blink of an eye, the polluter was put into a desperate situation surrounded by thousands of snakes.

The majestic power of the void reverberated in this area, suppressing Archimonde's magic power, and the loopholes in his mind were infinitely magnified, making Aker seem to be in a state of fear.

It even forgot its own strength and waved the halberd in its hand like a frightened child, trying to cut off those insubstantial shadow tentacles.

But it can't.

He could only watch helplessly as those cold snake-like tentacles entangled it in place, like a drowning man trapped in seaweed, who could only desperately struggle and wait for suffocation.

Even the Destroyer Soul in the Halberd of Malice could not stand this poor performance.

It roared loudly and tried to make Archimonde wake up, but then a tentacle floated on the halberd, staring at Maronos dimly with the eyeball at the top of the tentacle.

The destroyer's soul immediately felt a fatal threat.

This cruel destroyer shut his mouth very obediently.

When it has a body, it has no fear, but facing the creation of the void in the spirit form is not a good choice. The big butt is just stupid, and its desire to survive is still online.

"No! No!"

The Defiler was entangled tighter and tighter by the void tentacles. It felt those cold things pulling at its heart. More importantly, when the pirate's left arm began to shine with a ghostly light, it heard the invisible tide in its soul. It echoed up.

The path to the Sunless Sea has been opened.

It foresaw its own destiny.

That dark and terrifying abyss is the end of your destiny.

No longer able to return to the lukewarm realm of evil energy to be reborn, it will stay with Ragnaros there, crawling in the ocean of truth and avoiding the deep sea beasts hidden under the truth.

No!

That’s not the future for polluters.

"Thal'kiel! Mentor! Take me away! Please."

At the last moment when he was about to be sacrificed as a sacrifice, Archimonde was entangled in the snake-like tentacles, and he roared towards the sneer Thal'kiel:

"Aren't you going to put my vicious soul in the magic weapon made from my head and torture it for eternity? That is what I deserve, and I am willing to accept this punishment, my mentor.

Come!

Kill me, take away my miserable soul, make me your prisoner, and pay me back a hundred times what I did to you. I deserve it.

Do it!

Give me a good time, please! "

Archimonde's desperate call made Thal'kiel a little moved. The old man suspended in the air glanced at Black. He was about to speak, but the three warlocks with quick eyes and quick hands stretched out a hand to clasp the burning skull. Pulled aside.

Evil Eye also took out a ball of torn socks and stuffed it into the mouth of old man Sakir.

Damn it!

You old coffin board doesn’t even know what time it is! The captain's eyes turned dark purple, which meant that the will of the void came through him to this land of evil energy.

The captain in this form is truly a demon with a thousand tongues!

When you make a request at this time, do you feel that you have had enough life and do you want to commit suicide by doing something fancy?

The old man also reacted quickly. He was not angry at the behavior of the three warlocks. Instead, he burned the smelly socks in his mouth and shouted to Blake:

"The head! Its skull and body are mine!"

"Oh, does that mean everything else belongs to me?"

Blake grinned.

Real tentacles stretched out from under his feet to help him come to the desperate Archimonde, and stretched out his shining left hand to the struggling Defiler.

In his eyes that were shining with purple light, he whispered:

"Your great sacrifice will make me a lot of money. Don't be afraid, polluter, don't listen to the nonsense of those madmen. The void is not an ugly thing, and the sunless sea is not a place to harbor filth and evil.

When you really get over it, you will find out

All the ridiculous legends about that place are true! And it's at least 10,000 times more terrifying than the legend. Hmm, look at the resentment in your eyes, do you think I've plotted against you?

Do you still think that I only relied on conspiracy to defeat you? Do you think I'm a coward who doesn't even dare to fight you head-on?

No, my poor Ake.

I'm protecting your fragile self-esteem.

I admit, for a while, I always saw you as a strong person that I had to surpass, but then, I realized that you were just a dispensable guy.

Do you want to take a look at the true me before leaving the material world?

All right.

show you.

But I can only watch a little bit. "

Blake let out a deep laugh.

His eyes met the one eye of Archimonde, who had been severely disfigured. In the next moment, the disguise of the power of the moon hidden in Blake dissipated in Archer's eyes.

It saw the true existence beneath the skin of the humanoid creature in front of it.

That strange life that stands under the dark stars, that dark thing entwined by thousands of snakes, the demon with a thousand tongues that exists in the swaying of the tattered cloak with thousands of tentacles, thousands of chants of truth.

The seven red light spots shining in the purple chaotic face under the dark hood kept flickering.

In their direct gaze, the calls of thousands of truths caused Archimonde's remaining eyes to explode with a bang at this moment. All the light exploded, leaving only one shining with fear. Eyeballs, no longer showing any signs of rational existence.

Ark is still very strong. It can still use its terrifying legion magic to destroy an army, sacrifice a city, and defeat a world.

But it has been utterly defeated on the battlefield of the mind.

Even if he is a real great devil, how can he fight against the tide of truth that has set off waves on the battlefield of the soul?

"boom"

Black's left hand pressed on Ake's blood-stained forehead. When the Seal of the Evil Leader was completely shattered, the tide of the Sunless Sea surged up through the touch of the Thousand Tongue Demon.

Just a wave of truth came over, and Archimonde's soul and existence, which was haunted by the shadow of the void, were swept into the tide, and he returned to the warm and boundless void of truth with the sacrifice in the cold ebbing tide.

Archimonde's huge body smashed straight back like a collapsed hill. Under the body that still possessed huge power after death, there was no soul that could dominate it.

All of it will become the spoils of Black's dominance.

But the pirates no longer care about it, just like the boring residue left behind after a delicious thing has been chewed by the void. It is still very precious and is a supreme treasure in the eyes of others.

But that was it.

"It's rude to say that, though."

Blake reached out his hand and wiped the corners of his mouth in a gentlemanly manner, as if he had finished his meal.

Amid the feedback from the huge attributeless force of the Sunless Sea, and the screams of the Polluter that could still be heard vaguely during the surging tides, the stinky pirate grinned a flawless smile and looked at the Ark residue in front of him. The body said:

"But there has long been a sad distance between you and me. Don't be afraid, my dear Archimonde, don't be afraid of being alone in the drift of the waves.

I will soon send many old friends to your place to keep you company.

Ah, the sunless sea is your prison.

but me

Is your eternal warden. "