Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Dad is at the bottom of the sea! Benbolba sent its shark knights to conduct reconnaissance. They said they found the mark he left in Nazjatar. Where should we go to pick him up?"

On the endless sea, the Nagfar is speeding in the tide.

Princess Mononoke chattered a lot to Sephiel, who was holding the steering wheel. Miss Shipling was obviously very happy to find traces of her father, but there was no smile on the first mate's face.

She wanted to glance at the borders of the distant world.

Even half a world away, the Titan's Sword inserted into the endless sea is still clearly visible, like a strange blood-red hill.

You can feel the power and majesty of the Dark Titan just from that frightening sword. It is really hard to imagine that such a big monster can be sealed.

Compared to Princess Mononoke, who still thinks like a child, Sephiel, who has experienced strong winds and waves, obviously understands the current situation better. Blake survived but did not come back to join them immediately.

This shows that Lord Evil God must be in a very bad state at this time.

How can this reassure people?

"Prepare to dive."

Seifer's hand tightened on the steering wheel and said something to Nagfar beside him.

The latter nodded, and with a wave of his hand, the sails of the entire ship were rolled up and tightened, and the cables everywhere were tied to fixed places like coiled snakes. The ghost sailors on the deck returned in an orderly and rapid manner. Arriving at the cabin, the black pirate ship began to push away the water and sink downwards.

But just when they were about to enter the submersible, the sharp-eyed Princess Mononoke turned around with something in mind, suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed Sephiel's wrist, pointed at the torn sea fog on the sea behind and shouted:

"Look! The Lich King's fleet!"

"Um?"

Sephiel frowned and turned back, and saw the cold death fleet crossing the sea in a sailing formation a few nautical miles away.

The leader of the ship, the "Marshal of Lordaeron", was like an unsheathed cold blade, tearing through the early morning sea fog with an aura that could freeze everything.

You can vaguely see many death knights moving on the deck under the tattered sails, and there is also a tall undead marshal on the bow looking into the distance.

That should be Old Barry, the naval commander under the Lich King, and judging from the direction of their sailing, this fleet full of undead vanguards was going to somewhere in the eastern continent.

"The Emperor of Mankind has asked the Lich King for help."

Seifer thought for a few seconds and said:

"It seems like things are bad over there, but maybe it's a sign."

"What signal?"

Princess Mononoke asked curiously.

Sephiel shook his head and said:

“A signal is a signal, but you don’t have to think about it.

Are you ready? After receiving Black, we are going to Kul Tiras, and then sail directly to the River Styx. That will be a journey through the veil of life and death, which is said to be very dangerous. "

"well enough."

Nagfar shrugged.

She grabbed the arm of the great parasaurus and shook it back and forth, like a spoiled daughter to her mother, and whispered:

"Actually, there's no need to worry, it's not like I haven't sailed in the River Styx before.

Before I met my father and Mother Sephiel, I was working under Hela with my father Habron. At that time, I traveled to and from the world of life and death every week and never encountered any unsolvable troubles. .

But I was stupid back then, and I probably wouldn’t be able to remember it if I got into trouble.

But isn’t there a saying that goes well in the human world?

The old horse knows the way.

I believe that as long as I return to that route, I will be able to remember how to go. "

"You are confident."

Sephiel sighed, and at the moment when the Nagfar sank completely into the abyss, she took another look at the retreating death fleet.

She could see old Barry Westwin, who was commanding the undead to cross the sea, taking off his hat and saluting her at the bow of the ship. As the temporary captain, Sephiel also took off his black pirate hat and put it on his chest to salute the old navy man. Return gift.

The next moment, the entire ghost ship disappeared on the sea, leaving only a medium-sized whirlpool and floating bubbles.

In the cold and silent abyss of the sea, the Nagfar accelerated forward like a ghost. With the affinity and push of the sea water, it moved towards the capital of the Deep Sea Empire at a speed far exceeding that of surface navigation.

A few hours later, in Azshara's Eternal Palace, Black, who was sitting in a wheelchair, was pushed by several royal maids to the Queen's palace.

Azshara wants to summon him.

Lord Evil God recovers very quickly. Whether it is void or life, the two forces are far more effective in healing than other forces. But the problem is that Sargeras, who was forced to "dress as a woman", showed no mercy when he chopped him down. , those "battle scars" left by the divine power are not easy to dissipate.

He can only use the dual gods of Silencer and Moon Shadow to slowly grind it away. Before this intrusive force dissipates, Black will have to maintain such a "weak" state.

But compared to Azshara's current condition, Lord Evil God sitting in a wheelchair is already considered very healthy.

The noble Queen of the Deep Sea is now lying on her royal couch. Several maids are serving her with worried eyes, but the Queen feels as if she is paralyzed.

Ever since she brought Blake back to the palace yesterday, her condition has been deteriorating rapidly.

It was like the body was "accelerating death". At first, there was numbness everywhere, and then the fingers lost feeling. Early this morning, Azshara found that she could no longer move.

And now the Queen felt that her body was like a cage, restraining her soul in it. She already knew that something strange had happened to her, but when she wanted to escape, she found that she was unable to break free.

"It's almost time."

The evil god sitting in a wheelchair was pushed to the Queen's royal couch. He looked at the Queen up and down like an old Chinese medicine doctor. The latter could only look at him with her eyes, and her charming face was completely paralyzed.

When Azshara is excited, she will even drool from the corners of her mouth.

Gee, this is simply unthinkable.

"What the hell is wrong with me?"

Azshara used magic to simulate her own voice.

Although she felt that there was nothing wrong with her, there was a weakness and exhaustion in her voice that could not be concealed at all. It was as empty as if it came from the other side of the Styx, and it sounded like she was full after being crazy with her boyfriend for several days and nights. She looks like a little fairy with a fairy face.

But in fact, she and Lord Evil God just "played" in the sea for a while yesterday. Apart from that, they did nothing else. In other words, they fell into this embarrassing situation before they had time to do anything.

Facing Azshara's question, Lord Evil God let out a weird laugh. He wanted to pick up his pipe but found that his situation was not much better than Azshara's.

The Dark Titan's battle scars forced him into weakness, making him tremble even when he raised his hands.

In desperation, the evil god signaled the maid beside him with his eyes.

Fortunately, Azshara trained her maids very well. Black raised his eyebrows, and the charming high elf next to him immediately placed the pipe in the corner of his mouth knowingly.

As the first wisp of smoke rose, Black spoke to Azshara in a long voice:

"You don't really think that you, as a member of the Pantheon, will be unscathed after enduring the Force washout from the Pantheon? Do you still remember the theory of 'vessel and godhead' that I told you during our last chat?"

"Is that small talk?"

Azshara could not move now, but her retort was still angry.

As if recalling the unbearable past, she gritted her teeth and held back the fire and said:

"You mean, my body can no longer bear my current transformation?"

"Transformation? No, you haven't started to transform yet. You have only come into contact with the knowledge of the godhead and understood the properties and operation of the Force."

Blake blew out a smoke ring and explained:

"It's like a seed has been planted into your body. It's taking root, and the next stage is germination, but your body appears to be intact but is actually riddled with holes.

The Titan spirit body can ignore the erosion of the arcane force, but your flesh and blood body cannot. This is the disturbance of information sent from the source of the force, which is interfering with your form of existence.

To put it simply, you are being 'assimilated' by the arcane force.

If you are lucky, you can survive and possess a godhead seed. After that, you will continue to study the Force and refine the power so that one day you will have your own godhead and transform into a god.

But if you are unlucky, you will turn into a beautiful arcane elemental in a short time

Look at her fingers! "

The evil god said something to the maid beside him.

The latter hurriedly raised the Queen's numb fingers and placed them in front of the two of them. Azshara could clearly see that her beautiful nails had detached from the entity and transformed into some kind of energy aggregation.

She said in a stunned tone:

"I have begun to become elemental? Why is this happening? Although my 'container' is not as good as yours, but tens of thousands of years of magic power have made it very tough. How could I be so fragile?"

"Because it's impure!"

Blake did not beat around the bush and revealed the answer directly. He yawned and said:

"I have removed your flesh and blood curse, but the impact of that thing on your body is still deep-rooted, just like a serious illness. Although you have recovered, your physical fitness is definitely not as good as before.

But don't worry.

Didn't Ms. Eonar tell you before?

If everyone survives, she will help you rebuild your body.

Obviously, the Titan of Life has foreshadowed your current transformation, so Dr. Black's advice to you is to eat and drink as you should, spend the rest of the time happily, and wait for the next doctor's order. "

"Is there no other way?"

Azshara was silent for a few seconds and asked again. She obviously didn't want to abandon her God-given perfect body. After all, everything was "original".

The pirate thought for a moment, then focused his gaze on the crystal plate beside the Queen's bed, where there were several special crystals with colorful streams of light. Blake squinted his eyes and stared at the thing, and he said:

"That is the solidified form of the blood of the world. The Azerite crystal may be useful, just like you used the Well of Eternity to cast spells ten thousand years ago. Now using the blood of the world to strengthen your body may allow you to survive this crisis. Technological assimilation.

But it takes a lot, and it will be a blast.

The only advantage is that under the stimulation of the blood of the world, your godhead seeds will grow faster, so that after you get through it, you will be one step closer to the realm you desire.

But to be honest, I recommend you take the Life Titan approach.

Find an elf couple to 'rebirth' you again, so that you will carry the seed of godhead when you are born, which can better fit your arcane way.

Do you need me to find you a pair of parents? "

The wheelchair-bound pirate squinted his eyes and said to his "paralyzed patient" and "friend" Azshara:

"I will definitely work hard. In fact, I think the Stormrage couple are good, Tyrande and Malfurion, or Tyrande and Illidan, it depends on your preference.

After all, I am the best court jester under your command, so I will naturally do my best to serve my queen. "

He grinned, pretending to be loyal and said:

"As long as you give the order, the love potion will be arranged immediately to ensure that your 'reincarnation' will go smoothly. I can also condescend to be your godfather or something."

"I treat you as a friend! But you want to be my father?"

Azshara was so angry that the corners of her mouth twitched and she drooled. She gritted her teeth and said:

"Go away! You sycophant! I will never accept this humiliation until my death. I will use Azerite to complete my promotion. Isn't it just pain? How can there be strength without pain?

Y'all listen, now! Send out the Praetorian Guards to search for Azerite crystals near the wounds of Titan's Sword in the Endless Sea! I need it, the more the merrier! "

The maids immediately filed out.

There were only two people left in the palace room, the wheelchair-bound Evil God and the paralyzed Queen. Blake looked left and right, and then stood up tremblingly while holding on to the armrests of the wheelchair while Azshara looked at her in shock.

He stood up straight, looked down at the helpless, weak and paralyzed queen, shrugged and said:

"Don't think about it. I just want to say a few final words to you. I'm leaving. My ship is approaching here. And I have one last suggestion. If you are not willing to let other elves become your parents, then you You can try to be your own 'mother'."

Blake put his hand on Azshara's flat and perfect abdomen and said softly:

"I am not interested in communicating with you at a negative distance because I am only seeking happiness. My Majesty, the seeds of life are here. You only need a simple conception magic. You can have it after you are pregnant in ten months." A creation that truly comes from your bloodline.

She will be the most suitable vessel for your godhead. "

"No, I don't! As a queen, I don't need children, and I don't want to give birth to a child for a dirty god like you! Don't even think about humiliating me anymore, Black

Are you leaving? "

The Queen said hoarsely:

"Is this the 'leave' I mean?"

"Well, you could call it 'Farewell' or something."

The pirate nodded, put away his pipe, stretched out his trembling hands to help Azshara tuck a strand of hair to her ears, and whispered:

"At the beginning of the story, I really didn't expect that the relationship between the two of us would develop into this kind of relationship, but now it seems that it also adds a lot of interesting details to the journey.

My dear Majesty, thank you for entering my story. "

"Neuropathy."

Azshara felt Black's emotions as she said goodbye.

She suddenly felt a little nostalgic for the past love and death with the prophet in black, but the arrogant queen would definitely not show this emotion, so she scolded:

"Be more presentable to me! You are my pardoned court jester. No matter where you go, don't embarrass me."

"Well, I also want to say something more sensational to make you cry."

The pirate curled his lips and said:

"I don't want to talk about it now. Let's just rest. Your Majesty, it's time for you to rest too. I wish you smooth sailing in the future."

After saying that, Blake sat back on the wheelchair, turned the wheelchair in a circle without anyone pushing it, and opened a void rift leading to the Nagfar in front of him.

The faint purple light danced and shone on Blake. As she watched the evil god leave, the Queen suddenly said:

"Will we meet again in the future?"

"It's up to you."

Blake waved his hand coolly and said:

"If one day you have to leave this world, we may meet again. At that time, we can make another date, enjoy a warm and exciting reunion, and tell each other's stories after the indulgent pleasure.

You won't be reluctant to leave me, right?

You are such a proud and independent woman, do you want to open your mouth to save an evil guy who has been bullying you? "

"roll!"

Azshara roared, filled with the majesty of the Queen of the Deep Sea.

Blake let out a joyful laugh, letting the wheelchair step into the gap, and then completely disappeared after the bridged space was smoothed. The queen was left alone lying on the gorgeous royal couch.

After a few seconds, she closed her eyes.

The corners of his uncontrollable mouth curled up into a gentle smile.

As a queen, she had no friends, and the lonely ruler did not need friends very much, because she did not expect the company of others and did not desire to be understood by others.

She had been accompanied by strength, and walked alone through the dark abyss. At the end of the journey, she occasionally felt chilly at the height.

But now that loneliness has dissipated somewhat, and what’s even better is that not only do I have a friend who I don’t need to look down on, but I also get a very useful “Royal Humanoid Comforter” for buy one and get one free.

I have to say, things in the world are wonderful.

"boom"

The Pirate Pirate's wheelchair landed in the captain's cabin of the Nagfar.

Ten seconds after he came back, the door of the captain's cabin was pushed open. Sephiel and Nagfar looked at Blake who was sitting in a wheelchair biting open the cork of a wine bottle in the captain's cabin. They were relieved.

"My first mate, change course and go to Kul Tiras."

Blake reached out and picked up the black pirate hat placed beside the bed, put it on his head, and said to Sephiel:

"Let me finish that tearful goodbye and then..."

"We are sailing to the end of the world."