Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Just go, who is afraid of whom?"

Fenner received "secret instructions" from Blake. She shook her head, carrying her long sword and heavy shield, and walked towards the path leading to the core of the Storm Furnace, followed closely by the others.

Gene glared at Black fiercely and followed quickly.

He is a king after all.

Although his animalistic nature was heightened in his werewolf form, he still maintained his sanity with the medicine of Moonlight Grass.

This time I came to rescue Daelin and let him owe me a big favor, so as to promote the alliance between Gilneas and Kul Tiras. This is what is really important.

And the short battle just now proved that with his current control of the werewolf's power, he was no match for the stinky pirates.

It’s not the time to kill with one strike.

Mrs. Golden Sword heard Blake's description and speculation about Dai Lin's mind, and she became anxious to take her lover away from this dangerous place.

She did not want to see Dailin become N'Zoth's deadly pawn. In the same way, the great knight Uther was not willing to see Dai Lin fall after his victory.

But Ms. Nasa and the Archdruid did not follow.

The former felt that if the stinky pirate didn't leave, he would definitely have a backup plan. It would be safer for him to stay here. Moreover, he had already found this place and had not seen Ms. Maiev yet, which made Nasa even more worried.

As for the Archdruid, he wanted to talk to the pirates about the Scythe of the Moon.

At least ask which area in Ashenvale the scythe is?

Ashenvale is the core area ruled by the night elves. The vast forest is more than twice the area of ​​Elwynn Forest. If there is no specific guidance, it is up to the druid to find it.

"King Mechagon's theory of mechanical origin appears to be true."

The Watcher's Adjutant looked at the undefeated figure of Steel Dailin below, who was full of anger and chopped off the Void Herald with a halberd. She whispered next to the pirate:

"If the humans who have been 'returned to the source and purified' have such exaggerated fighting power, then maybe we can really reorganize a mythical army and enter the lair of the ancient gods to completely purify the world.

If everyone was an iron warrior like Dai Lin, maybe it would only take a few thousand people to eradicate the pollution of the ancient gods? After all, they are all sealed in a cage, and they are far less powerful than they were in the Dark Empire era. "

"Then you really dare to think about it. Not to mention the high casualty rate of two-thirds of the unfinished mechanical origin bomb. Even if the conversion is really completed, he will become a brainless steel madman.

Dai Lin can maintain his sanity because Fenna, a fool, gave him my Shield of Odin. The shield created by the Titan helped him survive the mental shock of returning to the source of purification.

But such examples cannot be replicated. "

Blake replied in a low tone:

"Furthermore, who said that steel creations are not afraid of the void? If it is really that simple, how did the flesh-and-blood curse that spread all over the world happen?

You have really overestimated the fallen majesty of the ancient gods. They had mastered the method of defeating Titan creations countless epochs ago.

During the thousand-year quicksand war, have you ever penetrated deep into the fallen temple of C'Thun, the Thousand-Eyed Demon? How did Ms. Lin Ge, the secret path leader, die? Why did the dragon sacrifice himself to seal the Qiraji empire?

These bloody examples should be enough for you to learn a lesson.

Never underestimate the threats that the Ancient Gods can create. Compared with these hidden crises of annihilation, the Burning Legion's frontal attack is definitely very friendly.

The former is a long-term torture of cutting flesh with a soft knife, while the latter is death if you can't bear it, at least you can die happily.

But there's no need to think about those future things now.

For the victory we are about to win, let’s put our worries on tomorrow. "

Black laughed and looked back at the righteous men who were coming to join them. Dathrohan held the Shield of the Guardian of Truth, and the halo that resisted the erosion of the void illuminated the dark hall.

The dagger in Shaw's hands drank the blood of the void in today's battle, and the eyeball decoration on the handle became more and more vivid. The popularity of the Uncrowned Ones is high, and the priests have begun to try to purify this place with holy light.

At this point, Blake's plan is mostly completed.

The Void Herald guarding this place has been hacked to death by Dai Lin. If N'Zoth does not send out more powerful servants, the Storm Furnace will change hands today.

This would become Baku's new lair.

The dark roots of the Church of Storms will also be uprooted by the righteous.

The biggest cancer in Kul Tiras has been truly eradicated.

Black will also reap his own victory, and everyone involved in the battle will get a satisfactory result.

But this may not be that easy.

"My dear little master, N'Zoth is trying to open the gate of Ny'alotha, the Sleeping City, deep in the Forge of Storms, right under your feet.

The fluctuations of the ancient god's void power are becoming clearer and clearer, and you have really pissed it off. "

Xal'atath whispered in Black's ear:

"Although N'Zoth himself is still tightly imprisoned by the Titan Cage, it is obviously going to open the ruins of the Fallen Holy Land in this furnace and teach you mortals who dare to slap your nose in the face a profound lesson.

I think you should retreat now and leave the big sea snake here that is not afraid of the void.

N'Zoth's impotent rage cannot harm it.

After all, the Thousand Bearded Demon is the weakest among us. After cutting off its minions, as long as you are not stupid enough to step into Ny'alotha, it can only stare at you with big eyes and 'scare' you. . "

"That's exactly what I planned."

Black smiled and raised his hand, making a "retreat" gesture to the Grand Knight and Windrunner's mother. The latter immediately understood and immediately contacted Little Star guarding the retreat outside the furnace.

Soon, with the assistance of Archmage Modera, the blue dragon's portal was opened here with difficulty, sending the warriors who had cleared the void of the furnace out of the furnace to rest.

Blake looked back at the Fallen Temple below. Lady Golden Sword and Fenner were also cautiously approaching Dai Lin, who had been transformed into a steel vulture. The admiral seemed to still be sane.

But after the Void Pioneer died in battle, the tightly closed eyeballs on the rearmost wall of the flesh and blood temple, wrapped in flesh, eye stalks, and tentacles, began to tremble.

It was as if some sleeping giant of flesh and blood was about to open his eyes.

This is the sign that Xalatath said that the door to Ny'alotha and the Sleeping City is about to open in the material world. N'Zoth, who has lost too many minions today, plans to go into battle naked.

"The Demon of Thousand Beards is very clever in his calculations."

The pirate looked at the trembling eyeballs in front of him and said to Xal'atath:

“It lost this important chess piece of the Church of Storms today, which is a heavy loss.

But as long as these 'warriors' who overthrew the Church of Storms are seduced and corrupted by the power of the void, and become their new servants, then not only will its power not be damaged, but it will rise to a new level in an instant. "

"It's a beautiful thought!"

Xalatath used her dark royal voice to sarcastically say:

"When N'Zoth itself was suppressed by the Titan Cage and was unable to escape, it could only send its fallen army. With its current power, in the absence of Queen Azshara, , little master, this group of 'warriors' you have gathered are enough to cope with any situation.

I think the only thing you need to worry about, little master, is if Queen Azshara really wants to come and join in the fun."

"Then His Majesty the Tidehunter and his Hydraxia Water Elemental Legion will just hit it right now, right?"

Blake smiled and tossed an exquisite Baron Medal of the Hydrasian Legion in his hand and said:

"In the nearby waters, let my great Tidehunter Majesty and those rampant Nagas have a 'Decisive Battle of the King of the Sea'. As the most loyal Riptide Baron under his command, I will definitely be there to watch and help me His majesty, the brave Tidehunter, cheered and cheered.

What's more, do you really think Azshara is N'Zoth's loyal servant?

No, no, no, if I can really kill N'Zoth here, Her Majesty, the most powerful and beautiful Queen in history, will definitely generously give me half of her deep sea empire.

At least half!

Look.

I have already arranged everything clearly. "

The stinky pirate had a "wish fulfilled" expression, crossed his fingers, and put on a famous scene like that of a certain commander. He looked at Dai Lin's exchange with everyone below.

He said softly:

"For this battle, I used all the 'connections' and energy I had accumulated. I was sure I could win. I was sure the war I started was over before it started.

To be honest, if I can still lose in this situation, I might as well wipe my neck now. "

Blake and Xal'atath's conversation was somewhat "missing." Because N'Zoth is not only a general under the command of Queen Azshara, it also has another big henchman, the ancestor Satsavis.

But this guy is obviously not worth mentioning.

Neither Black nor Xal'atas included that embarrassing thing as a threat.

So what if it does come?

As a "family slave with three surnames", the ancestor Sartre has barely reached the threshold of a demigod, and can only exert his strongest strength in dreams.

In the battlefield of the material world, a gluttonous ghost Baku who will be "stationed" here for a long time will definitely eat it.

"Oh, I'm really lucky now. When I met you, little master, I had the discerning eye to believe that you would definitely achieve something great, so I respectfully offered my loyalty."

Xalatas said in Blake's ear with a straight-to-the-heart tone:

"If I didn't understand the situation at the beginning, would you, little master, have used these terrible plans against me? No matter how you think about it, I seem to have no chance of winning.

You are truly a terrifying and mysterious man, my little master. The more majestic you look, the more I want to swallow you in one gulp.

How about giving me a chance? "

"Ah, I finally remembered why I drove you away."

The pirate rubbed his forehead and said in his heart:

"Stop being so clingy and be more serious."

"Hehehe"

Xalatas said to Black with a sense of pleasure that "the teasing was successful":

"Look below, little master, the door to Ny'alotha is about to open, and N'Zoth is about to project his will into the material world, and it is going to show the ignorant mortals the lingering power of the Dark Empire's corruption.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime magnificent scene. "

"It's about to begin."

Black, who had always been silent in the eyes of Nasa and the Archdruid, suddenly spoke in a very arrogant manner, causing the two of them to cast their gazes downward.

Almost as soon as Blake finished speaking, the trembling giant eyes of flesh and blood opened suddenly on the wall of the Fallen Temple below.

The terrifying yellow eyeballs moved rapidly amidst the spray of mucus and blood, sweeping across all life in front of them with a sense of supreme horror.

At this moment, the divine power of Tyr in Fenna's body erupted into a silver halo like rolling flames, enveloping everyone around her. This was an ancient confrontation between the divine power of order and the most depraved power of chaos.

The Silver Hand Holy Hammer in Uther's hand also shone brightly, wrapping everyone in blazing light.

But even though they were protected by Fenner's burst of divine power and blessed with the Holy Emblem by the Silver Hand, everyone including the werewolf Jean still felt an irresistible pressure at this moment.

It was as if the earth was shattering and the chaos and darkness that existed when all things first opened were crawling.

The strong wind filling the void blew, and the weight of the soul was like a shackle, making everyone hold their heads and moan endlessly at this moment. The so-called legendary power that is so proud in the mortal world is as fragile as paper in the face of such power.

Even Nasa and the Archdruid, who were not directly looked at by the Eye of N'Zoth, lowered their bodies at this moment, holding their heads and screaming.

That feeling was like a red-hot iron fiber piercing the brain and spinning wildly for several times, twisting all the reason and thoughts into pieces, and then being reassembled in the chaos of invisible hands. Synthetic monster pose.

Everyone has emotions and everyone has shadows.

And these inherent weaknesses are all weapons that can be exploited in the face of ancient gods like N'Zoth. It does not need to personally deal with these ignorant mortals who are kicking their noses and faces.

It only requires one void gaze and one corrupted voice, which is enough for them to defeat themselves.

This is the "program" that was "set" hundreds of thousands of years ago when the curse of flesh and blood came!

Wasn't this mortal world where all things competed in front of us only established through the promotion of these ancient gods?

The cattle and sheep being kept in captivity actually want to rebel against their masters

Haha, that’s ridiculous!

Everyone almost knelt down to the God of Darkness in the whispers surging in their hearts, and in the corrupted glory swayed by the city of Ny'alotha.

Even the shining of the holy light was so dim. The great knight Uther's face was ferocious, but he could not stop his body from kneeling.

But among the crowd, only three people stood tall and straight.

They are Daelin Proudmoore, Finna Golden Sword Proudmoore, and Black, who is standing on a high place, assuming the posture of a strong man who is "no more than that".

Er, Derek Proudmoore.

Well, they are all Proudmoore, this family is really amazing.