Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Blake came to a rather strange place during an unexpected trek incident, and met three guys who looked strange. They seemed to have a strange organization called "Brotherhood."

Then this strange organization has a strange rule. It is said that every newcomer who comes in must be beaten.

Lord Evil God thought this was just a malicious joke used by those damn old men to intimidate the pink young people, but unfortunately, he was wrong.

These bastards are so cruel.

"Hey, be gentle! Idiot, that's my face under your hands, not your damn test bed."

He finally got through the "initiation ceremony" and sat on the sofa in front of the warm fireplace in the strange castle. Pirate Pirate lay there and let the guy in the strange dark red robe treat his injuries.

He also grunted a few times, but was immediately retorted by the guy:

"Really? Are you sure this is your face? Look at this beaten face. The toilet in my house is cleaner than this. If you don't want me to sew your broken double godhead in the wrong place, just give it to me. Be honest."

"You have to be careful, little fellow."

Sitting on the sofa opposite, the strange guy who called himself Seber held a glass of whiskey with ice and raised his eyebrows at Black meaningfully and said:

"Merlin is one of the most notorious dark wizards in the multiverse.

On the surface, he may be helping you with treatment, but in fact, he may be secretly implanting some curse or poison in you that he came up with in a flash while fooling around with his wives last night.

I seriously suspect that dear Dick left us so heartlessly because Merlin, a bad guy, has been secretly collecting his Holy Light for some vicious experiments."

"Isn't it because you've been complaining about his beliefs?"

The dark wizard Merlin was not angry after being viciously attacked.

On the contrary, while using a calm and skillful dissection technique that made Blake frightened, he cut open the pirate master's cracked jaw bone, healed the injury, and helped Blake heal the shattered godhead. He answered with two focus:

"Ever since I entered this damn brotherhood, you haven't stopped complaining about that venerable paladin. I admit that guy can be annoying at times, but he's a good guy.

He's not like us real assholes.

He is the moral standard in the fraternity.

He single-handedly raised our average moral standards to the level of ordinary people. Now that he is gone, I feel like I am living in a hell of sin every day."

"We have lost a trustworthy brother. Besides, isn't your ancestral home in hell? What's wrong with going home?"

Tyrion, the handsome dead guy sitting next to Seb, wiped the bleeding corners of his mouth with a handkerchief and replied expressionlessly:

"But I still think we should get Dick back as soon as possible, especially in these troubled times. The aftermath of the collapse of the Gate of Origin is still spreading to the multiverse, but I already have a bad feeling.

In this sinister moment, we are being plotted against. "

"Wait! Does anyone mind if I ask you a question while you are having so much fun talking?"

Lord Evil God, who was lying on the sofa being treated, stretched out his hand like a primary school student. Mr. Merlin, who was sewing his godhead, glanced at him and said in a gentle tone:

"Just ask if you want, brother, and don't raise your hands. You have already drained two-thirds of your blood. Any drastic move will kill you.

Please don’t panic if a ball of light appears in front of your eyes at this time. This is a normal situation when death is approaching. "

"Thanks for the reminder, you are such a good person, Lord Merlin."

Blake glanced at the guy.

Unsurprisingly, he saw the reflection of a scorching hell in his eyes, and by the way, in the shadow cast by the light above his head, he saw the projection of a terrifying devil king.

This proves that this gentle Lord Merlin is not a good person. His ancestral home is indeed in hell, and he is suspected to be a very powerful king of hell.

"Well, let me remind you, I'm not some hell king."

As if sensing Black's thoughts, Lord Merlin skillfully pieced Black's broken jaw bone together, and while suturing the wound, he suddenly said:

"I do have my own piece of hell, and I briefly became the speaker of the Twilight Council. The terrible Satan's throne also belonged to me for a while, but I have left behind the unpleasant past.

As you can see, I am just an ordinary dark wizard who is busy managing the universe every day, and occasionally does the work of destroying the universe.

Oh, by the way, I like to be called 'Raven', so if you want to win my friendship, remember to call me that. "

"So, you guys who can read minds are the worst."

Seb smashed the cup on the table in displeasure, looked at Blake with a smile, and said in the gentlest and most cordial tone:

"And you!

If you, stinky pirate, continue to say in your heart that I am the ugliest guy here, I will press your face like a freak born after a crazy wild dog drank too much and had sex with a rotten apple into your pussy-like face. In the chest, and I guarantee that you can continue to live in that novel form for hundreds of years or something. "

Lord Evil God blinked and took one last look at Tyrion.

He once thought that this cold-faced evil star was the most violent guy here, but after a long time of fighting, this death knight turned out to be the most normal among the three people.

"What are you looking at me for?"

Dawn Blade curled her lips and said:

"I'm not as good at reading minds as these two idiots, but judging from your expression, you seem to think I'm the best to bully?"

"I'm going to ask a question!"

Black made a serious face, raised three fingers, and said:

"First of all, who is this Dick you have been talking about? Secondly, what is this fraternity doing? Finally, who can give me a drink as a newbie?

Damn it!

Is this how you treat guests? I've been here for almost an hour and I've been beaten again and no one has given me a hot drink. To be honest, I'm already starting to regret joining you. "

"Oh look, cutie wants a drink."

Seb grinned and knocked on the table.

The next moment, under Black's stunned gaze, a miniature Sargeras wearing a bartender's suit held a tray and placed four glasses of wine on the table between the two sofas.

The Dark Titan glanced at Blake, blew out flames from his nostrils, and said angrily:

"What are you looking at?"

Blake wanted to reply, "What are you doing?", but considering the current situation, he could only smile. It was not until a few seconds later that Tyrion picked up a glass of amber wine and let the wine glass touch with his fingers. The cold air is everywhere.

The cold-faced, one-eyed handsome man explained in a low voice in Salas:

"Don't think too much, this is not the Sargeras you know. This is just an unlucky guy who was beaten many times by Cyber ​​and finally signed a devil's contract with him, and is now forced to work in his bar in Gotham to pay off his debts. .”

"Well, I can see that you all have unique skills."

The pirate complained, and gestured with his eyes to Mr. Merlin, who was helping him sew up his heart that had been cut into three halves. He looked at the Lord of Hell eagerly, and Lord Raven was disturbed by Black's disgusting eyes that could electrocute several cows. Feeling very uncomfortable, I had to sigh, stretched out my hand to pick up a glass of wine, and brought it to Blake's mouth.

"Thank you, I knew you were the only good person here."

The evil god replied politely. After moistening his throat, he looked at Seb and Tyrion opposite, waiting for their answer.

"Let's talk about it one by one, let's talk about the fraternity first."

Sir Seb unbuttoned the cuffs of his suit with some irritation, revealing a very unique and luxurious bracelet on his wrist, which was inlaid with five gemstones of different colors and six rings of different colors.

This thing made Blake raise an eyebrow.

This thing shouldn't be.

No way?

"The Brotherhood of Shadows is a small organization organized by fellow wanderers in a foreign land to join forces for warmth. There are such organizations everywhere in the entire noisy multiverse, and they are nothing outstanding.

But the difference between us and other coquettish bitches is that we are not organized to destroy the world, nor to play some shady conspiracy, nor to maintain peace. "

Seb said something.

Blake shrugged and complained:

"Really? That's a shame, I thought I was joining an amazing family."

"If you interrupt me again, I will..."

Seb glared at him fiercely, and the pirate stretched out his finger and gently pulled upward on his closed mouth. This action made Seb and Merlin frown at the same time.

The two guys looked at each other, and Lord Raven whispered:

"This new friend reminds me of a very annoying guy."

"Well, I guess we were both thinking of the same person."

Seb snorted, stared at Black and said:

"I seriously suspect that this guy is a mutant monster left behind by Wade in a certain universe. I will remember to stab him a few times to see if he will heal on his own.

If you can, remember to throw him into the furnace of the world and kill him humanely before he can move.

We already have an annoying amount of Deadpools, we don’t need any more. "

"puff"

As soon as Seb finished speaking, four dark red hell scalpels were inserted into the four most painful places on Mr. Black's body, while Mr. Merlin was staring at the expressionless expression with interest in a way of observing a test subject. Lord Evil God.

The good news was that the nerves Tyrion had destroyed had not yet healed, so he felt no pain.

The bad news is that the Void appears to heal itself no slower than mutants.

"He is not."

Raven stretched out his hand and gently pulled out the scalpel from Blake's body, turned and said something to Seb. It is said that the owner of a bar in Gotham nodded and seemed to be really relieved.

Hello!

You are actually a bunch of jokers who don’t care about human life, right?

"I'm starting to like your way of doing things."

The pirate said in a stick-reading voice:

"Then continue speaking, Your Excellency, I am listening, and I promise not to interrupt you."

"Very good. I like children who know the rules. When you get better, I will take you to Gotham to see the world. A group of M77 Nebula dancers just came to my bar. Each girl has seven legs, six heads, and ten A few tentacles serve as hands, which are very powerful.

It definitely fits the unique aesthetics of an evil god like you. "

Seb raised his glass to Black and continued:

"The difference between our brotherhood and other organizations is that our members are all lost people from the other side of the Wall of Origin. Merlin, explain to him what the Wall of Origin is."

"It's the wall that separates the multiverse from the real world."

Mr. Raven finished his treatment operation and dropped the two perfectly healed gods into Blake's body. Then he wiped the blood on his hands with a handkerchief and picked up his own glass of wine.

While shaking in a very gentlemanly manner, he said briefly:

“I mean, the only barrier between our common homeland and this multiverse that was born in the fantasy of all things. As for the lost ones, you know, there are legends about ‘traveling’ that have always been circulating there.

Most of the unlucky ones there were just thrown into different times, but some of them were luckier or more unfortunate, and they would be thrown into the other side of the wall of origin.

I'm talking about the situation of the four of us, Dick who left us, and those two nasty guys who got crazy and decided to leave us and run out to go it alone. "

"You call them 'nuisances'?"

Tyrion, who was savoring the wine, suddenly said:

"You personally selected those two fellow countrymen. They submitted their resignations just to look for more possibilities. This is not a betrayal. But you are so mean to your former subordinates. I seriously doubt that Dick left us because of you. A mean character."

"And his unfortunate name!"

Seb echoed in a low voice.

"I told you, Dick's departure has nothing to do with his name!"

Tyrion emphasized, and then Seb sneered and said:

"Really? Does it really matter? Then try what it feels like to be called 'Da Diao' every day. I guess it must be very uncomfortable."

"Gentlemen, gentlemen! Can you please take care of the newcomer?"

Blake saw the three guys quarreling again and screamed:

“Please explain to me what I should know first, and then you can continue your quarrel.

To be honest, I don't know the gentleman named Dick, and I don't understand him, but I think if you keep arguing like this, then he may just leave simply because he wants to find a quiet place to relax. "

These words made the three guys with extraordinary backgrounds in front of them fall silent at the same time.

After a few seconds, Seb changed into a boss posture, crossed his legs and leaned on the sofa, stared at Blake, and said calmly:

"In short, you can think of the Brotherhood of Shadows as a fellow society that houses transcendents. We don't have any lofty goals. We just want everyone from the same place to have a place to stay in this strange multiverse.

Our organization was doing very well before.

Under Merlin's suggestion, we began to actively search for those lost people who were thrown into the multiverse from the void and sent their souls to different worlds to live a new life, and selected outstanding enough members from them to join the Brotherhood to help with work.

But something was wrong.

The two brothers responsible for this matter had just resigned not long ago, and at this juncture, Dick, one of the elders of the brotherhood, suddenly left without saying goodbye.

As you can see, there are only three of us left in this organization now, and you are the fourth and one of the last batch of lost people we sent to different worlds.

I have to admit that I seriously overestimated the ‘success rate’ of my fellow villagers.”

Tyrion next to him took a sip of wine filled with ice and explained to Blake:

"The last batch of thirty compatriots were thrown into thirty different new timelines based on the Azeroth universe. We reached an agreement with the Pantheon and the Bronze Dragon Legion to treat this as an exploration time. Experiment with diversity.

But six of the thirty fellows who were released at the same time did not survive the first three years of rebirth, and twelve died in the pursuit of a new life. We had to erase the memories of their deaths and let them update. Live the rest of your life in a safe world.

The remaining people have found family, friends and lovers in different Azeroth. We have communicated with them, and they finally chose to live ordinary lives.

Just you, Blake.

Among these thirty fellows, you are the only one who has met the brotherhood’s criteria for selecting new members. In fact, through my mother’s perspective, I watched your rise almost the entire time.

I have to say, even by the most demanding standards, you have done a very good job. "

"So, we gave that chart."

Lord Raven stood beside the sofa holding a wine glass, looked at Blake gently, and said:

"You came here, you went through the initiation ceremony, and we decided to offer you a new job and promote you to management."

"Well, I'd be honored, all three."

Black lay on the sofa like a paralyzed patient and said to the three people looking at him:

“But if there are only four of us in this organization, including me, then there doesn’t seem to be anything exciting about being in management.

Moreover, I just captured a very important message.

You just said that the Wall of Origin has collapsed, so the only obstacle that separates our hometown from the multiverse is gone. Will this have any bad effects? "

The three guys looked at each other, and Mr. Merlin, the most academic person, answered:

"No phenomena worthy of attention have been observed so far, but according to our predictions, there may be some waves in the near future. Although we are all bad guys who deserve to go to hell, we don't want our peaceful hometown to be destroyed. Damn stuff like the multiverse affects.

So, before you arrive, we are discussing a plan."

"A discussion like just creating a folder?"

The pirate rolled his eyes and asked.

Seb laughed dumbly and said to Tyrion beside him:

"I'm really starting to like this guy. His venom is always on point. We need a pistachio like this. In this difficult time, we need some happiness."

"So, what's your answer?"

Tyrion stared at Black, his cold single eye shining with indifference.

He said:

"If you agree to join us, the three of us will immediately upgrade your container to the ultimate strength of the 'God' level. It is considered an entry benefit, but you have to bear the corresponding responsibilities, and then you have to walk the next road by yourself. .”

"Well, is there a higher power above the gods?"

Blake asked.

Lord Raven shrugged and said:

"This multiverse is more dangerous than you think. A fledgling god is not enough to deal with the bad guys. You have only just stepped out of the cradle. My dear Blake, don't think too much.

Tyrion didn't even use 30% of his strength when he hit you, and he's the weakest of the three of us. "

"Stop pretending, you two noobs pecking each other, what is there to show off in a single universe? I, a multiverse-level boss, am accompanying you here to play monkey tricks. Am I proud of you?"

Seb snorted, snapped his fingers, and said:

"I want an answer from you, Blake, no joke, I want you to answer it quite seriously, and then I'll explain what's going on with Dick.

Trust me, he's in more trouble than you think.

That's our hometown.

Although he left us without any regret like discarding a used condom, we cannot abandon him. "

"So, you are actually begging me."

The pirate grinned, sat up and stared at the three bosses in front of him. He picked up the wine glass and said:

"You need me! Otherwise I wouldn't be so patient in explaining so much. I have a certain ability that you urgently need, although I don't know what it is yet."

"You can think of us as begging you."

Seb leaned forward, staring at Black like a tiger with his eyes, and said:

"If this can make you feel happy enough to join us, do you need us to kneel down for you? Don't be formal, I know you want it, as long as you can afford the price."

"Emmmm, let's wait until I can't be killed instantly by one of your moves."

Lord Evil God curled his lips, drank the wine in his hand, and showed a fake and flawless smile.

explain:

"So, where is the contract? Where is the pen for signing? Where are my joining benefits? Let me declare in advance, don't expect me to know 996, family members."