Shadow Trails in Azeroth

In the Furnace of Storms filled with the style of evil gods, the Paladins, the Uncrowned Ones, and the Royal Knights of Kul Tiras have gathered at the rear and are slowly advancing.

The five people looking for Dai Lin also turned to another road full of corpses and remains of various void creatures.

Looking at the corpses of all kinds of strange void creatures, with their filthy flesh and blood forming an avenue of bones, you can tell that Dai Lin, who has transformed into the "King of Vrykullayers", ran through them all the way.

The cruel guy even cut a "hole" in the flesh and blood wall of the Storm Furnace.

It was like a violent giant who was thrown into a maze and chose the most "direct" path to kill the minions of N'zoth hiding in the furnace.

Having such a violent guy leading the way gave the pirate some peace of mind.

The "Titan Creation" Dai Lin coupled with the super destructive power of the Abyss Trident, in this furnace of storms, as long as N'zoth does not personally take action, the strength of its hidden creations may not be able to stop the violent general.

This was an unexpected blessing, leaving enough time for Blake's side to find the captured watchers.

Black and the Watchers were moving quickly.

They did not jump directly from the center of the flesh and blood stairs in the furnace. That would be too reckless. Who knows what kind of monsters are waiting for them to surrender at the bottom?

A group of top assassins shuttled back and forth in the shadows, with Black as the vanguard, and the other Watchers scattered to look for traces of their compatriots.

For these elites, stepping into a furnace of flesh and blood like the stomach of a monster does not make them feel scared, but it is definitely disgusting.

In fact, not only them, but also the well-informed Blake looked disgusted at this moment.

The ground beneath his feet was covered with a thick layer of flesh and blood, resembling the legendary "bacteria carpet."

Every step of walking would produce a weird pulling sensation, and coupled with the corridor in front of me that had the style of a fallen ancient god, it really felt like stepping into someone's stomach.

The stinky pirate even had to put on Hemet's trap boots to ensure that he could move forward quickly in this passage.

The Watchers don't have this problem.

Their moonlit armors are blessed with the power of divine magic, preventing them from slowing down their movement speed due to such corrupted things.

What you see is enough to challenge your physiological bottom line, not to mention the interference at the olfactory level. The pirate can be sure that even the smell of the most chaotic garbage dump in the world is much more comfortable than this hellish place.

The rotten smell escaping in all directions made Blake want to roll his eyes and made Old Garni want to commit suicide on the spot.

"See, just as I suspected, the Stormforge itself looked to me like a twisted creature, and it wasn't just N'Zoth's secret fortress in the material world.

It also carries the arrogant vision of the ancient gods who want to devour the world. "

The pirate stood at the edge of the "flesh corridor" covered with disgusting horns and gray barbs, pointing to the broken wreckage of the ship below, and said to the people behind him:

"Look at these things under your feet. They perfectly confirm my description of their evil nature. Now I am really worried about the fate of your poor compatriots."

The Watcher and the Archdruid looked along Black's fingers, and on the rubbish-heap-like remnants below, there were only some rotten hulls and keels left.

There are also tattered sails that tell the final fate of these unlucky and innocent people.

It was as if those ships were swallowed alive by the flesh-and-blood maw on the island, and were mostly digested in the evil "stomach".

The saddest thing is that not even a single corpse of the sailor merchants who were swallowed here can be found. They were sacrificed to this crazy place as past sacrifices of the cultists of the Church of Storms.

Just like the pirate's straightforward description.

The entire Storm Furnace is like a living "organ" made of flesh and blood.

It is like a malignant tumor in the world, constantly devouring nutrients from the material world, constantly devouring the foundation of this world's existence, and constantly devouring the world's hope.

Then convert these invisible and tangible things into nutrients to supply the thousand-bearded demon N'zos sealed in the Titan's cage and restore its strength, so that the ancient god who is the source of corruption has the strength to get rid of the ancient gods. of imprisonment.

"If you think that your unlucky companions can still maintain their sanity after staying in such a dark place for almost a month, I can only say that you have great confidence in your fellow watchers."

Blake said to Windrunner’s mother and Ms. Nasa who were silent beside him:

"If I were you, I would be wary of anything that appears in front of me now. You have to be careful of those 'companions' who may jump out in a while.

Although I don't want to say that.

But beneath their unchanged bodies, there is probably no soul you are familiar with anymore.

Maybe you should be more decisive when you strike. After losing your faith, losing your soul, and being tortured, you should at least give them a break.

Those poor people deserve this. "

"I hope so much right now that you were just joking."

The elite warden lady who had experienced hundreds of battles was silent for a while. She replied in a sad tone, stretched out her hand to gesture to her companions behind her, and made a new tactical arrangement.

Nasa was not willing to accept Black's reminder, but her thoughts had changed after she truly saw the true face of the Storm Furnace.

She has great confidence in the strong will of her companions.

But when she walks here, she feels uncomfortable all over her body. Elune's power has always been a warning. After she entered this area, her connection with the Moon God was severely severed by some dark existence.

She couldn't even feel the moonlight, which was a terrible situation for a watcher.

This made Nasa feel silent for a while.

"This is the enemy of the world, the enemy of all things. It comes from the same source as the ancient darkness buried deep in the Silithus Desert. They are both corrosive things that should not exist in any world."

Archdruid Shaun Moonclaw gave a more precise description.

He looked at everything around him with an attitude full of disgust. As an Archdruid who maintained the balance of nature, he had never been as eager to destroy something as he is now.

The last time the same emotion appeared was during the Battle of Quicksand a thousand years ago.

The Kaldorei, whose muscles and bones were damaged by that battle, have not yet returned to their full strength to this day, but compared to the uncomfortable and ugly scene before them, the almost endless number of monsters that poured out from under the desert and tried to devour the world Desert bugs actually don't seem so hard to accept anymore.

"There's something ahead! Be alert."

Blake raised his hand and was the first to jump into the shadows. Because of the void power of Xal'atath in his body, he could walk in the Furnace of Storms without suffering any mental impact.

Of course, if the "visual pollution" in front of him is also considered a mental shock, then Blake is indeed under a lot of psychological pressure.

He would be extremely glad that he was wearing a blindfold and finally didn't have to see these things with his own eyes.

Therefore, the "resolution" of Kilrogg's Eye was deliberately lowered, so that all the disgusting things in front of him seemed to be "mosaic", which made the pirate's bad mood finally feel better.

His reminder came just in time, and the group quickly hid in the shadows. The archdruid Shaun Moonclaw also quietly entered into hiding in the form of a powerful cheetah incarnated by nature.

A few seconds later, a group of noisy flesh-and-blood beasts howled like alien reptiles and crawled across the "ground" in front of them, as if on patrol.

Leading them are two huge twisted faceless men and two watchers wearing moonlight armor!

Judging from their armor styles, they should still be veterans among the Watchers.

There was no stiffness in their posture when walking, and they seemed to still maintain their sanity. However, as watchers, they walked with such evil creatures, and it seemed that they were appointed as "squad captains".

This in itself says a lot.

The terrible discovery in front of them made Nasa and all the watchers' hearts sink to the bottom of their hearts. Even if they hurry up and hurry up, they are still late.

"This is not right, little master."

Blake, who also looked at the outrageous scene in front of him, shook his head, grabbed the dagger and sword and prepared to attack, but unexpectedly heard Xal'atath's voice again.

Needless to say, it must be because she was in the Crucible of Storms, a place with unprecedented power in the void, and Xal'atath's "special contact channel" was activated, allowing her to complete cross-world communication again.

Void Essence whispered to the pirates who were about to attack:

"The spirits of those watchers have been suppressed, but they have not been completely degraded to the level of void creatures. Their souls are still resisting in the cage of their bodies.

There must be someone who has profound research on dark corrosion to help them!

They can still be saved.

Although the magic power in their bodies has been voided, they can still be reawakened. Well, I think they are on the verge of falling but can still be saved. It would be more appropriate to call them 'void elves'.

Of course, their current connection with the void is too unstable, and they can only be regarded as 'semi-finished products'. "

"Beta version of 'Rondore'?"

Blake said a special noun in Salas language. Salas was silent for a moment and asked:

"Why are you not surprised at all, little master? Did you predict the birth of this kind of void elf?"

"Of course, judging from the elves' super adaptability to various energies and their strange 'genealogy', the birth of the void elf Ron'dorei is only a matter of time.

Not only did I predict Lon'dorei, I also predicted that the blood elf Thalayin might appear in the next few years. "

As the pirate approached the void creation in front of him, he said in his heart:

"But I used to think that the void elves who were completely black after being cut should be born among the Quel'dorei elves who like to accept all kinds of energy at will, but I didn't expect that this 'honor' would be given to these old-fashioned night elves." Get there first.

All I can say is that things are unpredictable.

On the contrary, you came just in time to help me keep an eye on it, Xal'atath. If N'Zos wants to give me a 'little surprise', be sure to inform me in advance. "

"Don't worry, little master."

Xal'atath chuckled seductively and said:

"I sense that N'Zoth will be busy right now, in a hurry. Your raid has disrupted all its plans, and it is now trying hard to make up for it, and is trying to take advantage of the situation with anger.

It is trying to open the door to Ny'alotha in this void place and turn all the united warriors into its servants.

But unfortunately, the void pioneers guarding the gate are being slaughtered crazily by a violent Titan-like life form.

Well, his heroic fighting style reminded me of those brave and fearless Iron Vrykul warriors during the War of Overlord. Are you asking Odin for support? little Master.

When did the stingy King of War become so generous? Did you even send a Thundercast Heroic Spirit to help you? When did the relationship between the Immortal Fleet and Valhalla Sky Fortress become so good? "

"Well, the specific situation is more complicated."

Blake pouted and said:

"I'll tell you when I'm free and help me stay on guard."

After saying that, the pirate appeared in the center of the group of void creations with a whoosh, and launched an oversized Shadow Fury to hit in all directions. The demonic form of the inner demon flashed around the pirate, letting the destructive power of this shadow magic and The confinement effect is doubled.

The Watchers attack with him, like a wolf pack hunting in perfect coordination.

While the fury of the shadow stuns the Void Abnormality, more than four elite wardens plus Black himself rotate their bodies at the same time, and five sharp blade storms roll in all directions.

Those weak flesh-and-blood beasts were wiped out with one blow. As soon as the powerful Faceless Men recovered from the dizziness of the Shadow Fury, they were once again brought into the forced confinement of the loss of perspective by the wardens' [Confinement Blade].

Three seconds later, the two elite faceless men were unable to even counterattack, and were reduced to filthy flesh and blood under the continuous, perfectly coordinated, and defenseless shadow raids.

It's as smooth as a chef undressing a cow.

The two Fallen Watchers were also trapped in place by the natural magic imprisoned by the roots of the Arch Druid Moonclaw. Their minds were infected by the void, but their combat effectiveness was not affected.

The moment they were imprisoned, they were about to jump out of their confinement with a watcher somersault. As a result, the flying black arrows accurately blocked their space, and then a high-level warden like Nasa personally captured them.

After two heavy blows, the Fallen Watchers were neatly disarmed, and Black, who was holding the tide scepter, personally sapped them, and they were instantly beaten to the point of losing their ability to fight back.

"The good news is they can still be saved."

Blake pushed aside the owl helmets of the two Fallen Watchers who were being held in place by others, and very playfully opened their eyes, which were now pure black, to look at them, and spoke to the others in a serious tone. explain:

"The bad news is you have to get them out of here.

Put them in your prison! They must be imprisoned for at least a hundred years to purify the void power in their bodies and no longer be disturbed by the thoughts of the ancient gods.

At that time, they will become 'partners of justice' again, holding the power of corruption, but still loyal to the Moon God. "

"They have been infected by the ancient gods."

The archdruid frowned and said to Black:

"Why do you think they can recover? There is no precedent for this before."

"Because I am a prophet, all those who do not obey my prophecies have already eaten the bitter fruit. You may be next, but I don't really care about your ending."

Blake emphasized with great enthusiasm:

"As for the source of my confidence, you won't be able to understand it if I talk too much about it. You just need to know that the ancient gods are the ancient gods, and the void is the void. These are two completely different concepts, and you should not confuse them.

If you don't believe me, then kill them. Anyway, I have nothing to lose.

I have fulfilled my promise to you and I have led you to find them.

There are more Fallen Watchers lurking ahead, perhaps Serah Moonguard and Maiev the stinky woman are there too. Now, whether to kill or to stay, you make a decision quickly.

The important purpose of my coming here is to find that stinky woman and kill her majesty.

I don't have time to listen to your nonsense. "