Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Outside the material world of Azeroth, there are many void places that cannot be accurately located. Some of them are as vast as the Emerald Dream, and they are plane worlds that are associated with the material world.

Others are "man-made".

For example, the four elemental realms are the elemental planes formed by the Titan Guardians who locked the elemental realms outside of the material world after the Lord's War millions of years ago.

That is both a prison and a barrier that separates the Elemental Lords from Azeroth, lest they destroy the Titan's perfect blueprint for this world.

The nature of Ny'alotha and the Sleeping City where N'Zoth is located is similar to that of the Elemental Territory.

Under normal circumstances, this strange plane floating in the illusion of the void cannot have any contact with the material world. Only when evil creations like the Storm Furnace are born in the material world can Ny'alotha be attracted to the main world.

This can also be regarded as the prison of the ancient gods.

But it is N'Zoth's only share. The other three ancient gods do not have this kind of treatment.

Like the Thousand-Eyed Demon C'Thun, the Thousand-Throated Demon Yogg-Saron, and the Seven Evils Demon Y'Shaarj who have been "killed", they are worthy of creating a realistic cage deep in the material world. That's OK.

Only a "pure spellcaster" ancient god like N'Zoth, who is not good at physical attacks but has mastered the art of manipulating illusions and nightmares, is worthy of allowing the guardians to imprison his fallen body and continue to do so. Add a layer of "spiritual cage" to it.

Black has said before that the material prison of N'Zoth the Corruptor is under the capital of the Deep Sea Empire.

Queen Azshara did not choose to build her royal city in Nazjatar randomly. For these ten thousand years, the Nagas have been trying to unlock N'Zoth's material prison.

Of course, progress is slow and almost no progress at all. But this is definitely not because the Nagas lack the necessary knowledge, they are just doing their jobs.

The relationship between Azshara and N'Zoth is very complicated, and it is definitely not as simple as a superior and a subordinate.

"Buzz"

On the edge of the sleeping city of Ny'alotha, which has had few outsiders for millions of years, a purple-black void rift opened, bringing today's third "visitor" to this deserted and fallen city.

The smelly pirate held his pipe in his mouth and carried his sword and dagger as he strode into this nightmare place that others avoided.

He even had the mood to turn around and shout to the other side of the void vortex that was about to close:

"Baku, I know you are very satisfied with your new lair, so you don't want to come with me, you coward. But you have to pay attention to your hygiene, you know?"

Clean it up there.

You are a demigod after all, and as the 'Supreme Saint' of the Tide Order, you have to pay more attention to the quality of your life.

By the way, I told the others outside the Crucible of Storms to evacuate immediately and not wait there stupidly! If N'Zoth goes crazy again, the whole group will be destroyed.

If the Tide Hunter comes, remember to tell it for me and ask it to wait.

I have a gift for it. "

After shouting, Blake took a step back.

Watching the void vortex in front of you rotate in reverse and close.

Before he could take a closer look at this ghost place, he felt the ground tremble suddenly.

There was a violent earthquake coming from the center of the fallen city, like a terrifying giant beast fighting, causing the pirate to shake his body.

"The concentration of void here is off the charts, and it's no different from the real void world."

Xal'atath complained weakly in Black's ear:

"Even if I protect your mind, you can't stay here for too long. Your flesh and blood can't withstand this level of void corruption. You will have to leave in thirty minutes at most!

You don’t want your body to be covered with new organs like tentacles and eyes, right? "

"I know."

Blake raised his head and looked at the city in front of him with his own eyes.

To be honest, it's quite beautiful and magnificent.

Just like the illusions those cultists will see when their will is connected to the void. The pure black city in front of you seems to be built on the continuously erupting magma.

It is entirely composed of obsidian, and is covered with suspended obelisks above the city. In the sky far away from the city, there is a golden and pale light that does not feel any temperature at all.

Let this city not be dark, but shine brightly.

But this kind of light cannot bring any comfort and security to people. Instead, it is full of an indescribable weirdness, desolation and vastness, like an ancient call from the beginning of the world.

"There should be many Aqirs here. Under each obelisk there should be a Krasis guarding the coffin of N'Zoth's servant. The undead infused by the void guard here."

Blake shook his shoulders, put his left hand on his hips and covered his eyes, looking into the distance like a traveler and said:

“That’s where N’Zoth’s shell should be.

The cunning Corruptor forged a thick shell across the spiritual and physical planes, materializing his own rage and resentment to guard this fallen sanctuary.

And he piled up his fallen flesh and blood into a mountain, hiding the path to his true self.

N'Zoth is impossible to kill here.

This is just the world of its will.

Unless its cage is shattered, the illusion of will merges with the material world, and Ny'alotha is summoned to the real world, its corruption can be ended on the level of life and death.

It is the weakest among the ancient gods, but it is also the most stubborn and difficult to solve. "

"I can no longer complain about your understanding of us void creatures. You seem to know us better than we know ourselves. Our strength and our weakness are all clearly visible to you."

Xalatath said in a lazy tone:

"But since you know this, you should also know that Dai Lin and Maiev who jumped here are just pitiful flying insects who fell into a trap. Why do you still have to come to save them?"

"Do you really want me to tell you that answer?"

Blake stepped up the towering stairs to the city of Ny'alotha, and in the dead silence that echoed in the void, he said:

“I came to them now because I don’t want to see a ‘Nether One’ Dailin or a ‘Dark Judge’ Maiev at some point in the future.

When facing the Old Gods, especially N'Zoth, every time we lose power, its power becomes stronger.

Odin's arrogant fool just didn't understand this. He thought it was the age of Titans. However, in this weak age, the power of every legend was precious.

I don't want to give up those powerful souls and bodies. Their existence is the currency leading to victory, and every one of them must be used rationally.

Even if it means dying in a stupid tavern brawl or dying in a cage, it would be better than falling into the hands of N'Zoth."

The smelly pirate said this, and finally walked to the entrance of the city. What he saw before him was a huge ruin-like building, very flat and full of dogmatic style of dark rituals.

However, what stopped Blake from complaining was not how majestic the city in front of him was.

He felt like vomiting after watching the game for a long time, and for a certain period of time, he came almost several times a week.

Everything here is nothing new for a pirate. It's not even as good as him driving a boat around the endless sea. He can walk from Ny'alotha to N'zoth's shell with his eyes closed.

What really made Black and Xal'atath quiet at the same time were the "corpses" that fell on the obsidian ground one by one, the corpses of the faceless men, Krasis and Aqir.

The pirates finally knew where the void creatures guarding the obelisk had gone.

The answer is that they didn't go anywhere, they didn't neglect their duties, and they didn't wander around. They were simply killed, or massacred.

A small part of the corpses had water stains from the heavy tidal blow, which should have been done by Dai Lin, who was blessed by Odin and had the body of the Iron Vrykul.

The remaining bodies were even worse.

They fell in various directions on the road leading to the depths of the city, each one seemed to be burned by some kind of thick and hot power, as if they were pulled out of the ashes.

All the water in the body was evaporated, leaving only the twisted skeleton and melted skin.

No matter it was a weak flesh-and-blood beast, a ferocious Aqir, or a powerful Kraxis guard, none escaped such torture and killing.

"The dark moon phase of the Moon Night God of War, and maybe the eternal 'falling stars' magic. Well, the cause of death of this one was that his head was chopped off, it should be a casual shadow attack."

Blake was like a traveling coroner. While rushing into the depths of Ny'alotha, he was still in the mood to comment on the cause of death of the dead void creations on both sides, and occasionally smiled.

Xal'atath was completely speechless and unable to laugh.

For Blake, although the scene in front of him was shocking, it was nothing more than the death of monsters. He was a human and could not empathize with these monsters.

But the essence of the void is a serious void creature.

Although his rank is high, he looks down on these low-level void cannon fodder.

But along the way, I saw these void creatures dying in all kinds of strange ways, just like a new medical student who went to visit the anatomy teacher in the anatomy room.

That's uncomfortable.

I can't describe it in words at all, and my heart feels so cold.

It seems that the legends and stories about the moonlit war gods from various worlds in the stars that I heard before are still conservative. The details in those stories that were originally thought to be bragging have now been restored by God.

It is said that when becoming a Moon Night War God, one needs to make a moon oath to the moon god Elune and set a goal for oneself. Before the goal is completed, they will not be tired and can continuously receive Elune's divine blessings. , and the endless killing continues.

It is said that in a certain world, there was a Moon Night God of War who personally beheaded a mature ancient god to death, saving the world from collapse but then exploded and died because he could not bear the power, which also affected many warriors.

There are also rumors that the Moon Night War God in another world made an oath to kill in order to protect it.

She first killed all the enemies, but the surge of revenge in her heart could not be eliminated, so she began to kill the dead enemies and allies, followed by those who stood by and watched, and finally those who betrayed her.

Until the end, she killed most of the creatures in the world by herself, and in the emptiness in her heart, she voluntarily died at the hands of her former lover.

Gee, listen to these stories.

This kind of power is not a blessing, it is a curse more vicious than void corrosion.

But despite such complaints, Xal'atath truly saw the destructive power of the creations at the pinnacle of the Moon God's inheritance today. Maiev could already massacre Ny'alotha before she became a demigod.

If she really controlled the power of the Moon Night God of War, she might be able to kill Argus, the headquarters of the Burning Legion, with a single sword.

"I can't say that it is completely consistent with the Moon Night God of War that I foresee. I can only say that it is exactly the same."

Blake walked quickly through the dead and fallen city. Everything he saw gave him a strong sense of déjà vu, and he couldn't help but sigh:

"When she said she was going to assassinate N'Zoth, I thought she was joking, but now it seems she was serious. But the more this happens, the more worried I am about what will happen to that stinky woman.

The more Elune loved her, the more tragic her end would be after such moments. "

"There's something ahead!"

Xal'atath suddenly reminded him, and Blake changed direction with a whoosh.

Rushing forward along a wall that was collapsed by the energy explosion, what you saw was the corpse of a huge void dog, lying miserably on the road leading to N'Zoth's shell.

The body of the giant void dog is as big as a mountain. Its most striking feature is that it has two necks and two mouths, but in front of the neck are two huge eyes.

The back of the neck is covered with tentacles, and each tentacle also has an eye.

It looks like a hydra from a distance.

But it's also dead.

It was like a meteor shower hit every eye at the same time, and the huge fallen body was dismantled by sharp blades into a disgusting mass of flesh and blood full of craters.

"Shadhar the Insatiable"

The pirate jumped down and stood on the edge of the crater, looking at the lake formed by a mass of dirty blood and flesh below.

He kicked the fleshy eyeballs scattered around his feet, sighed and said:

“If there’s one thing I admire about N’Zoth, it’s that the Corruptor is also a ‘dog lover’.

Look how well he takes care of his dog. "

"Do not make jokes!"

Xal'atath snorted and retorted:

"Shadhar is one of the most deformed creations that N'Zoth has ever sculpted.

N'Zoth made it to devour the corpses of failed creations, and at the same time planned to make this monster grow enough to devour the heart of the world one day.

This mad dog was notorious as early as the Dark Empire, and it devoured almost everything.

Look at it, this thing is simply the physical embodiment of the sin of gluttony. Its eternal hunger and unsatisfied desire have caused it to mutate so violently.

The gluttonous appetite it relies on for survival also causes it eternal pain.

Good, a good death. Even a Void Essence like me feels that the existence of such a creature is a threat to everyone. Uh, there seems to be something in that blood pool! "

Blake also discovered that something was struggling in a pool of blood on the corpse of this terrifying and gluttonous void dog. He threw out his dragon tendon hook lock. As a result, the moment it touched the pool of blood, the hook lock began to corrode and melt.

The distressed pirate fished the thing out of the blood pool before the chain was completely melted.

Then, Xal'atath exclaimed:

"It's Dai Lin! Why did he turn back into a human again? Wasn't he shaped into a Titan creation before?"

Blake didn't answer.

He placed Dai Lin, whose body was covered with filthy flesh and blood, on the ground. He took some wine from his bag and poured it on his head, not to wake her up.

This guy's current coma is not due to fatigue, but due to the impact of the void.

The purpose of pouring wine was to wash away the filthy flesh and blood on Dai Lin's body, but even in a coma, Dai Lin still clutched the trident in her hand.

He behaved like a true warrior and would not give up his weapons until death.

After cleaning up, Blake saw that Dailin's steel body was quickly turning back into flesh and blood. Facing Xalatath's exclamation, the stinky pirate sneered, kicked Dai Lin, and said:

"Why else? A curse of flesh and blood.

N'Zoth knew very well that the threat of Daelin came from the power of the Titan creations and the blessing of Odin, so it sacrificed the body of his beloved dog as a medium, at the expense of the Insatiable's never being able to resurrect, to revive the violent Daelin. A curse of flesh was imposed.

Cut off the trouble caused by this 'Odin's Chosen' from the source. "

Black stood up and looked at the mountain of flesh and blood with wildly dancing tentacles at the end of Ny'alotha, and the stars swinging down from the sky. He said:

"I take back what I just said. You actually used your own dog as a trap. I misjudged Enzos! He is not a dog lover, he is just a damn bastard!

We should really ask those lunatics from the Ren Dehui to come over and take a look, how heartless and crazy they are! "