Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Each Death Realm is an evolution of the godhead of an Eternal One, as the Emperor often announces to his enemies or friends that he is Revendreth.

This is not an exaggerated self-praise, although it does sound very pretentious, but it is more of an accurate description of the emperor's self-existence.

In the same way, the country of Ascension Bastion is actually the incarnation of the eldest daughter Gristia. Everything that happens here cannot be hidden from her, provided that she wants to see and hear it.

Exactly two days have passed since the invasion of Maldraxxus early this morning. Of course, the eldest daughter also felt the flames of war sweeping across her land. Although the Kyrians suffered terrible injuries and casualties as they retreated, the eldest daughter The woman did not just sit back and watch all this happen, she also made her own efforts.

The rapid assembly of the Hundred Hearts Legion, the Eternal Colossus joining the battlefield, and the abundant supply of anima in temples all represent that the eldest daughter is doing her best to support her children in facing the challenge of Maldraxxus.

But unfortunately, the eldest daughter seriously underestimated the scale of the war.

Everything happened so fast.

Before Kyrian's army had fully gathered, the Maldragon warriors had already broken through the Ascension Fortress, and the three messengers she sent to question Maldraxxus as to why they wanted to launch a war were all yelled at. Cut off.

When the angry eldest daughter was preparing to lead the army in person, the intruders boldly took the initiative to enter her last territory.

"Ah, this place is still as beautiful, as sacred, and as disgusting as I remember."

After crossing the gate of heaven, Blake looked around at the scenery of the tower in front of him.

Several high-level Kyrians appeared in front of him, waving their weapons to kill him, but the evil god just waved his hand, and the past memories activated by the void godhead howled out of the shadow of the evil god in the form of black vengeful spirits. Out, like a crazy spirit of revenge, he took the initiative to meet the angry angels.

The two sides were entangled, and the Grimens easily tore apart the body of the resentful spirit, but they were completely unable to harm these "memory embodiments". Instead, the discarded memories were broken into pieces, wrapped in the mist of the angel. Flowing back into the transcendent minds of those who were promoted.

Those holy Kyrian angels can feel strange memories erupting in their hearts, spreading undisguised malice into their minds as they rampage.

Every initiate has experienced such a spiritual war. They once abandoned the burdens of their past to gain the possibility of transcendence, and now all they have to do is to repeat this process and expel those painful memories from their hearts.

But unfortunately, they may be able to deal with their own loss and their own past, but the abandoned memories brought by Blake from the Temple of Purity are more than the collective will of tens of millions of people?

Those abandoned pasts, those things that the promoted people call "burdens" have already grown into quite terrifying things in the bonding of the Void Godhead.

No matter how firm the will of the initiates is, when faced with spiritual pollution that far exceeds the limit of their spiritual capacity, their resistance is as non-threatening as those of delicate children.

Under Blake's silent gaze, the angels held their heads and screamed, sinking into those malicious memories. The "detachment" they were proud of was easily overturned in the face of such suffering.

They curled up on the ground and twitched, watching in despair as the past that they had abandoned on the road to promotion was being remembered again, just like pure water being dripped into ink, which made them also start to pay attention to their eldest daughter's road to promotion. Create doubt.

One after another, the Forsworn appeared in front of the evil god, which was not beyond Black's expectation.

He knelt down and looked at the promoted person in front of him who was clutching his dark wings in pain and trying to pluck out the contaminated feathers. He grabbed the frightened Ms. Green's wrist and said to her:

"Remember, this is the power of the past!

Those past experiences are lessons and growth. It gives us the confidence to face future setbacks calmly, and it makes us wise enough to accept the current challenges.

The past never disappears, it stays in our hearts. Even if you burn away your memories, the smoke of the past will remain in the house of your soul.

Without the support of the past, your present detachment is just a castle in the air, a full moon in the water, and flowers in the mirror. Forgetting does not make you stronger, but weakens your resistance to disasters.

Like flowers in a greenhouse.

You did pull the past out of your body, but you didn't put something new and stronger into it, you ripped out your heart, allowed the hole to remain and called it 'pure'.

I really don’t know why the eldest daughter thinks that only by forgetting the past can we embrace the future. What a stupid argument. It’s probably because he is naturally powerful so he doesn’t want things like the past.

However, He neglects to mention that you are not as born gods as He is.

Enjoy it, kids.

Sweet dreams will not come true here, but nightmares will accompany you every day. "

Blake patted the long hair of the desperate Gryon angel in front of him.

He stood up with an evil smile and exploded the power of the Void Godhead, turning the memories of the past that followed him here into black locusts dancing in the sky, and like the scorching smoke that was pregnant with the world-destroying beast. Under the urging of the enemy, those malicious things will soon be spread all over the sky of the Ascension Tower.

Let the sacred beauty seem to be shrouded in a layer of illusory haze.

The pirate turned around and whispered to the angels behind him:

"Right here, don't run around, you will see with your own eyes that heaven collapses today, and I am not the one who makes your heaven fall into flames.

That's yourselves.

The forgotten ones want to find their names in the past that you have forgotten. For this reason, they even dare to become enemies of the gods! This is the courage you had.

The courage you have forgotten.

It's really sad to exchange something truly precious for a hollow promotion, turning yourself from a flesh-and-blood soul into a worthless shell of a soul. "

The evil god glanced at the angels at his feet. These beautiful creatures became extremely depressed after their minds were defeated. They did not have the savage unyieldingness of the Maldraxxians, nor did they lack the Venthyr's fighting wisdom in desperate situations. Even the Winter Queen knows to give her creations a wild look to ensure that they will not be eaten by the beasts of the forest.

But not these angels.

They lack the courage to face desperate situations, and are even weaker than mortals when facing the fear that penetrates their souls. No wonder the void forces have invaded here several times in the past countless eras.

Void creatures like such confused souls the most.

"The eldest daughter really shouldn't be called Archon. He should call himself the 'King of Nothingness' or the 'Queen of the Zombies.' He is really talented at cultivating the walking dead."

Blake stepped onto the edge of the suspended platform in front of him and rode the wind to send himself higher into the palace.

He complained:

"Look, what a good soul. If you send it to Maldraxxus, you can become a warrior. If you send it to Revendreth, you can create an army of Convicts. Even if you send it to Ardenweald, you can make Night Fae They thrive.

But falling here is simply a waste.

Alas, I finally know why I have always disliked the Ascension Bastion and the eldest daughter. Whether it is his ideas or his country, they are all gold and jade on the outside, but ruined on the inside.

It's so empty and completely unattractive."

"Boss! Boss! Hey, look here! I'm here!"

A sharp call suddenly sounded in Blake's ears, causing Lord Evil God, who was walking in the wind, to blink his eyes. He plucked his ears and said:

"Hey, I seem to hear someone calling me? Isn't it possible? The incompetent bastards under my command also have 'talents' who can be sent to the Ascension Fortress after death?

Could it be that Natalie was sent here?

It shouldn't be.

Wouldn't it be more appropriate for her character to go to Venthyr? "

With that said, Blake stopped in the air and glanced at a remote palace next to the Ascension Tower. Then he saw a guy he had almost forgotten lying in a suspended cage. waving his hand in his direction.

"Huh? Why are you locked up here?"

Lord Evil God flashed in front of the anima cage with a whoosh. Looking at the weak and weak female agent Wei Nali who was locked inside, he said in a strange tone:

"I thought that the group of wandering agents you contacted at the Ascension Fortress had left here to prepare for the big robbery I promised."

"I'm ready, boss."

The female agent Wei Nali looked with awe at the Elysium Castle behind Blake, which was turned upside down by the resentment of the past. Those arrogant Kylian angels were captured by the malicious past one by one like losing their minds. , some have begun to transform into Forsworn, and some are still struggling in place.

But the eldest daughter's palace, which was still imposing just now, has undoubtedly entered into unstoppable chaos, and all this is because Lord Evil God set foot here.

Wei Nali suddenly felt that she had found a good boss.

She coughed a few times and racked her brains to explain:

"I already knew what to do when I was sent here by you, so I found a few handbooks of pirates in the material world from my companions and studied their business models in detail.

Then, I encouraged a group of fellow brokers who were as ambitious as me to plunder a Kylian candidate town near the Eternal Forecourt under the cover of night.

It was a really successful heist and I felt like I had a real talent for it, but of course I also realized my mistakes.

I promise that I will consider the escape route in advance before my next raid.

Uh, speaking of which, could you let me out of the cage?

You see, the Paradise Castle is in such a mess now, it’s just a good time for knowledgeable people like us to take advantage of the chaos and rob it. Look, the broker’s backpack I specially prepared before is still empty!

This time I just filled it up to give my pirate career a good start. Oh, by the way, I actually got caught and came here to scout for you on purpose. I know how to get to the aerial platform where the eldest daughter is! "

Wei Nali grabbed the railing and said to Blake, who looked at her suspiciously:

“You have to move fast, boss.

Although I don’t know what the eldest daughter is doing, she has been mobilizing the anima of the promotion to the fortress to reach her high platform. If it is based on the theory that the Eternal One can control his own country, I think the eldest daughter must be trying to cause something big. .

Maybe they are secretly working to expel you and your servants to the interrealm at once. "

"He can't do it anymore. The three temples have fallen into the hands of the Maldraxxans. Unless those lichs collectively become fools, the eldest daughter will never be able to expel us no matter how powerful she is."

Black curled his lips in disdain, feeling in his heart that his new subordinate was really capable of bragging, and he had captured the essence of the shameless way pirates brag.

As he opened Wei Nali's cage, he said to her:

"You can move freely. I'm going to see my eldest daughter. It has been delayed for too long. I have to solve this matter within today. Remember to find more good things here to pay for my release from prison. Grace rescued from the cage.

According to the rules of our profession, you must pay three times your weight in gold.”

"But I don't have that many."

Wei Nali's soul fire pulsed into an embarrassing symbol. Black glanced at the incompetent subordinate and pointed to the cage with the door opened.

This means that if you can't pay, you can just sit back and wait for the next kind person who doesn't want to pay.

"But it will happen after today!"

The female agent grabbed a few empty agent backpacks, adjusted her clothes, and assured Blake:

"I will definitely be able to pay you on time. Of course, I think I should enjoy a little discount as one of my own. This should also be the rules of pirates, right?"

"If you grab enough, I might consider giving you, a novice pirate, a discount."

The Evil God snorted, and without saying anything more to his incompetent subordinate, he waved his hand and opened a void door behind him that led to the highest dome of the Bliss Castle, walked into it and disappeared.

Wei Nali, who was watching her boss leave, was actually a little touched at this moment.

To be honest, she had always felt that Black's promise of a big robbery in the Shadow Realm was a lie told casually to appease people. She had not taken that to heart before.

But now at this time, the boss is still talking about this matter. Either he is addicted to drama, or it is true.

Well, if the pirates from the material world really wanted to rob the entire Kingdom of Death, then I would be in a really good position if I got the first-hand information and the "admission ticket".

You need to think carefully about this matter to get yourself enough wealth to rise immediately.

And of course valuable knowledge.——

"boom"

As soon as Blake stepped onto the highest platform of the Ascension Tower, he was greeted by a stream of golden light flying towards him, as fast as lightning and mixed with the power of the godhead.

It flew over the large and gorgeous dome, creating a terrifying explosion in the noisy and chaotic Castle Bliss, but the smoke rose and was blown away by the wind, revealing Blake's unharmed figure.

He stood on the edge of the dome platform, glanced at the fixed-point damaged scars on his robe, then glanced at the golden ruler's spear stuck beside him, and finally glanced forward along the trajectory of the weapon being thrown.

He was seeing the eldest daughter, Lady Gristia, flapping what was probably the most beautiful pair of divine wings in the entire kingdom of death and the entire material world, floating in the air.

The latter's eyes under the white helmet-like crown were full of indifference and disgust. He stared at the uninvited guest in front of him and scolded:

"Mortal! Why do you want to cause such chaos in my kingdom?"

"Well, it just smells right. But you really are."

After hearing these words, Lord Evil God couldn't help but hold his forehead even though he was well-informed. He organized his words and said with some despair:

"It's already come to this, and not only did you not take the time to consider the issue of surrendering and losing half, you actually called me a 'mortal' so arrogantly.

Do you really think this is appropriate?

My dear Gristia, I don’t think you can say such a thing if your IQ is higher than your feet.

It’s no wonder that the Emperor and Zoval never see the promotion of the fortress as a trouble. No wonder the war leader doesn’t expect you to be able to turn the tide.

You truly are no one’s problem.

You are a peacemaker.

Well, please don't laugh or show any signs of relief, Your Excellency.

Because, I really am not praising you. "