Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1861 87. Azeroth, your evil god is back [Additional update 1720]

"Quack~Quack~Quack~"

At a time when the world was enveloped by hurricane waves, amidst the changes of the world, atop the ruins of Zin-Azshari's palace on the dark bottom of the sea, a little murloc carrying a baggage was humming a murloc song with a weird tone while he was talking. Lying on the head of a statue of Azshara that was collapsed by the earthquake, he held a murloc knife in his claws and tried to pry off the gems on the statue's eyes.

If this kind of damn behavior were carried out in the peacetime of the empire, the guards would definitely catch him first and ask questions later, but looking at the entire New Aessally that has fallen into ruins and fallen into the sea, no one will probably pay attention to these small things.

The whole world is ruined, who cares about a little idiot who steals things during the chaos?

Of course, the little fishman is also not short of this gem.

As the miraculous fish beast under the Quiet One, and the leader of the Guala Guala pirate group under the Undead Fleet, he is a famous hero of the murloc clan, and his murloc treasures have already spread all over the sea of ​​Azeroth thousands of years later. at.

There is no need to worry about money or anything else, the main thing is to enjoy the simple pleasure of robbery.

Just look at the baggage behind it.

Queen Azshara's luxurious sheets were used to wrap various treasures snatched from the Queen's palace. The necklaces and pendants made of pearls and gemstones even fell out, and the use of such things as baggage fully demonstrated that this bad guy had something wrapped around his belt. Several of his magic suitcases are full.

Even though Azshara has no time to care about these trivial matters now, to steal something from the most powerful woman in the world so openly, what kind of arrogant banditry is this?

The little fishman also knows how to distribute these treasures.

After returning home, he would first hand over 70% to Black, and the remaining 30% would be divided among his lovers.

There is no need to leave any jewelry in your hands. Anyway, the food and clothing are provided by the owner. Its main job is to make Lord Evil God feel happy. The second job is to collect as many black materials as possible to satisfy the owner. The Lord’s obscene voyeuristic desire.

It does these two tasks very skillfully.

This is also the main reason why the little fish man can be favored by the moody Lord Black for a long time. It understands the bad character of Lord Silence better than anyone else in the world.

Just do what you like.

I also learned a lot about dark wisdom and so on.

"Quaa?"

The little fish man whistled proudly, and put the gorgeous gems that he had pried off in front of his eyes to appreciate them professionally. Just when he was about to take off the golden headdress of Azshara's statue, he suddenly felt a strange feeling. Variety.

Time is speeding up around it.

As if he had been plucked out of the normal world, everything under the sea around him was rapidly losing its luster, turning yellow like a faded photo, and turning pale after a few moments.

The little murloc glanced regretfully at the golden headdress that he didn't get, then turned around and waved goodbye to the upper elves behind him who were transformed into twisted deep-sea naga by the curse of flesh and blood implanted in the dark abyss.

It knows that it's time.

It's time to go back to its and Blake's time.

Speaking of which, this trip was actually quite good. There were only a few places to visit, but there was a lot of fun to see!

That alone is enough.

The little murloc patted a stack of very obscene photos on its chest. It felt that the pirates would definitely like the "private photos" of Sunstrider and Ms. Vashj.

Then I can go to Quel'Thalas and sell it for a good price!

The figure of the fishman disappeared like a collapsed quicksand sculpture on the ruins of the palace on the seabed, and was blown away by a cold and desolate current. The last few bits of quicksand also turned into faint points of light and died in this sea of ​​disaster.

Returning during time travel is faster than ordinary teleportation. In almost the blink of an eye, the little fishman fell onto the cold stone slab of the Well of Destiny under the ground of Nathalas Academy.

The impact caused the little fool's baggage to tear open, and those gorgeous jewelry and luxury goods fell everywhere.

It was like a small golden mountain collapsed, reflecting a luxurious light in the unique light of the magic tide rolling overhead.

And where the jewelry was scattered, the little fish man stood up with a croak and shook off the water stains on his body, then raised his head and glanced at the owner who was standing next to him with a pipe in his mouth and a heavy expression.

It rolled its eyes, took down the magic bag full of good things, held it in its hands, and presented it with both hands like a treasure.

Blake glanced at the treasure given by the little fishman. The ill-gotten wealth he got out of thin air made him smile widely. He symbolically took out a Silmaril from his bag and threw it in the book, then waved He waved his hand and let the little fish man freely distribute the remaining things.

This behavior made the little fool snort in displeasure.

Hey, it's about free distribution, but the captain's share cannot be left out at all costs, and it must be sent to the fleet chief steward Eudora honestly.

But it doesn't matter, I can still make some money, thanks to the wave of treasures sent by His Majesty Azshara who is already in the Abyss Heaven.

However, before leaving, the little fishman did not forget the "business". It handed over the pile of photos it had hidden to Blake with a sly look, and the latter took a look at it while blowing out smoke rings.

Gee, this shooting angle and this timing of taking photos are so professional!

The selfless demeanor of Dath'Rema Sunstrider and Madam Vashj, who were trapped in the astringent hell, was vividly photographed. Needless to say, this thing will definitely fetch a good price in Quel'Thalas.

"This is your thing, don't forget to take it."

A low voice came from the other side of the Well of Destiny. The little fishman who was collecting treasures on the ground looked up and saw his beloved Mystery Box being thrown over.

It croaked and jumped up, took the treasure in its paws, clicked and turned it skillfully a few times, then carefully placed it in its bulging luggage, and then looked at the magic tide and Arcando in a strange way. The Titan Soul Aman'Thul, who walked out from under the crystal branches of the Tree of Er, made a gesture of thanks.

Lord Aman'Thul certainly wouldn't get angry with a murloc.

He walked slowly with a normal human-sized body and stood beside Blake. While stroking a hanging crystal branch, he said to the pirate:

"Is the matter done?"

"You want to ask about my conversation with Him, right?"

Pirate Pirate rolled his eyes and said:

"I can only say that I have talked with Him and everything that needs to be said has been said. I don't dare to make a conclusion on what kind of results His thinking over ten thousand years will get. But based on my understanding of Lord Sargeras, I I feel like He won’t let us down.”

"Well, how bad could it be?"

The King of Gods shook his head and said:

"It is enough to do your best in everything you do. In the half month you left, the world has undergone many changes. You may be able to see it in person, but the March of the Burning Legion among the stars has not stopped.

The Star Saints constantly travel between the Twisting Nether and Azeroth, and the loyal Algalon brings back the latest news.

The loss of Argus has made the demons extremely angry. They are gathering rapidly. The number of demon infiltration incidents discovered in this world has increased a hundred times in the past week, and the whole world is in a mess. "

"That's a good thing."

Blake admired the "nude photos" in his hands and said casually:

"It's a good thing to put a little pressure on everyone at this time, so as to avoid the emergence of those fools who take crisis warnings as a joke. What about you? Are you ready?"

"Um."

Aman'Thul nodded. The Titan Soul raised his head and looked at the sky. The thick Well of Destiny could not block his eyes. After a few seconds of silence, he said:

"Eonar will stay at the Tree of Life in the Mac'Aree continent. Norgannon and I will go to Ulduar to take charge, Khaz'goroth will be in Uldaman, and Gorgonas will be in the Temple of Origin in Uldum.

As the Burning Legion enters the world, we activate the defenses built by the titan-forged, and we extend our blessings and power to the mortal warriors of this world.

This would be the Pantheon's last stand among the stars.

We will do anything to protect our unborn sisters. "

"You said such cruel words before the war started. It really made me lose confidence in the future war situation."

Blake complained and put away the nude photos in his hands.

He looked at Aman'Thul and said:

"You'd better survive. Even if the conspiracy of the Death Force is defeated, the imbalance of the six Forces has already begun. If all the supreme creations of the Arcane Force are killed, things will definitely develop in a more troublesome direction.

Don't expect everything on me.

I really want to be the 'mediator' of the Six Forces, but obviously my current strength is not enough. If everything goes well, the Eternals will suffer heavy losses, but the new order of the death world has not yet been established. "

"oh?"

Aman'Thul blinked, and the wise Titan Soul quickly understood Black's plan. He said:

"So, you're going to the Shadow Realm next?"

"certainly."

Lord Evil God grinned a very hypocritical smile, coughed, pointed to the sky and said:

"The dark titan came to Azeroth in anger with swords and troops to cause trouble for me. Any sane conspirator knows that it's time to jump ship and run away.

If I had stayed in Azeroth before the war broke out, our great Emperor Denathrius would have doubted whether I was secretly causing trouble.

A mature professional jobber should dispel the customer's worries and suspicions in a timely manner.

After the layout here is almost complete, I will leave the world of the living and go to the kingdom of death to find a way out for myself. I am also very interested in going in and taking a look at the Holy Tomb of the First Born. .

I don't want Aggramar to wait there for too long. His brain can't play with those evil-hearted guys. "

"Um."

Aman'Thul didn't say anything. He considered himself no match for Black in terms of conspiracy.

If the Quiet One has an idea, He is willing to help.

Facts have proved that this guy is on their side in this conflict. Although he hates them to death when they are against each other, having such a living treasure to help when the war actually starts makes people feel a lot more at ease.

"Okay, I'm going to find my wife to soothe my hurt heart. I just left a woman who was deeply in love with me ten thousand years ago. This makes me very uncomfortable now."

Black took off his head, made a farewell gesture to Aman'Thul, talked nonsense and disappeared into the shadows deep in the Well of Destiny.

In the captain's cabin of the Nagfar docked at the port of Tol Barad, the first auxiliary dragon Sephiel is tidying up the cabin here. Although the place is spotless, the long-term habit still makes the first auxiliary dragon unable to relax.

She glanced at the vulgar and gorgeous captain's chair. Not seeing anyone for half a month made Sephiel feel a little worried and missing.

She sighed, picked up the rag and prepared to wipe the Pirates' weird collections again, but she was caught off guard by a guy hugging her from behind.

Her hands were placed obscenely where they shouldn't be, but the familiar aura made the first parasaurus tremble, and then she said calmly:

"came back?"

"Um."

Blake, who buried his head in Sephiel's hair, replied with a nasal voice. The first parasaurus raised his eyebrows and said:

"What's going on? You seem very tired, which makes me wonder what you were doing ten thousand years ago?"

"Nothing is done except what needs to be done."

Blake held his wife in his arms, enjoying the feeling of peace of mind, and said lazily:

"I'm just a little sad"

"Well, if you could remove your hand from my chest, your words would be somewhat credible."

Sephiel complained, then turned around, holding the melancholy-looking Lord Silent in his arms distressedly, and sat on the captain's chair as if comforting a child, letting Blake rest his head on her legs.

She smoothed the captain's hair and whispered:

"Is it because of Maiev?"

"I left her, again."

The pirate closed his eyes and whispered:

"I really feel like a scumbag with a kidney, I wish I could kill myself, but I still have important things to do, and I still have you here, just like two ends of a rope.

I don't want to give up this side, nor the other side, so I can only let you entangle me.

The winding gets tighter and tighter. "

"Did we make you feel bad?"

Sephiel's tone became gentler.

Blake didn't answer. The next moment, he raised his head, looked at Sephiel with bright eyes, and said:

"Xalatath sensed that I had already set off from Draenor when I came back. She could be here in two hours at most. I still have a lot to say to you, but maybe we can talk in another way.

I mean, stop wasting your time. "

"NO!"

Lord Sephiel snorted, crossed his hands and said to Black:

"Have you forgotten? My body was decapitated by Aggrama before. This fatal injury cannot be healed. I cannot do such exciting things."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Blake took off his outer clothes and walked towards the large round bed that was freshly made. He said:

"Isn't there another 'clothes' in the warehouse? Isn't Chromie's egg hatching soon? This may be the last few times you kiss and cuddle before you grow up again.

Are you sure you want to refuse?

Then I wait for Xal'atath to come? "

"whispering sound"

The first auxiliary dragon curled her lips, waved her hand to spin the quicksand, and changed her "clothes" in less than a second. She put her hands on her hips and sprinkled a stream of flowing time magic into the captain's cabin.

Then he looked at Blake lying on the bed and said:

"Before Xal'atath comes, I will get back everything you owe me! That crazy woman can't get anything."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Lord Evil God looked at the overestimating first mate swaying his waist, he snorted and said:

"Remember to check the situation of the Nagfar after you finish your work for a while. We will go to the Kingdom of Death in a while."

"Um?"

Sephiel, who was holding something, raised his head, brushed his hair, and said:

"Going to pick up Maiev?"

"Um."

Blake took a deep breath and wanted to throw all the fatigue from the trip out of his mind. He closed his eyes and felt the reassuring tenderness of the great parasaurus, and whispered:

"Yes, let's go get her back and kill a few idiots who call themselves 'gods' on the way."

"boom"

The door to the captain's cabin was kicked open.

The fiery lamia burst in screaming.

She still had wounds on her body caused by forcibly crossing the space gap between the two worlds, but when she saw the intimate scene between Blake and Sephiel, the eyes of the jealous ancient lord suddenly turned red.

She hurriedly hurriedly but it was still too late.

Hard!

The fist is hard!

"Shameless bitch man and woman!"

The venerable man rushed forward with a loud scream, and the next moment the captain's cabin was in a state of ecstasy.

Well, the day when Lord Evil God returns is really messy as expected.