Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The surface area of ​​Nyalotha, the Sleeping City, is not large. It is more like a floating island in the void that cannot be seen directly.

According to Xal'atath, this fallen city was rebuilt from the ruins of the Dark Empire that ruled the wild world millions of years ago. Perhaps it was after the Titan Guardians defeated N'Zoth in the War of Overlord. The "throne" area where it is located is sealed together with its body.

But the Guardians clearly made a mistake that couldn't be considered a mistake.

The cage they left for N'zoth was a bit large for a criminal who was extremely vicious and persistent in his crimes.

This is actually not a problem. If the world of Azeroth evolves according to the "perfect blueprint" left by the Titans, and the system created by the Titans can last forever, N'zoth, no matter how powerful he is, can only live in his own cage. Spend the rest of your life in peace.

But the problem is that the system of the Titan Guardians quickly collapsed.

Not from external enemy attacks, but from a tragic disintegration from within. There is a saying that goes well: an empire destroyed by enemies can make a comeback, but a world that collapses from within can only end sadly.

A traitor appeared among the Titan Guardians, which brought the age of myth to a sad end. In the countless hours after the master of the world fell into the hands of mortals, these cages were not effectively guarded and taken care of at all.

So now, millions of years later, the cages of the three ancient gods are all damaged, like rusty shackles. All it takes is an opportunity for these ancient evils to return to the material world.

"C'Thun and Yogg-Saron are relatively simple. Their idea is to corrupt the world, fulfill their mission as ancient gods, and trap Azeroth in the Dark Age forever.

But this guy N'Zos has more on his mind. "

After finding Daelin, Black and Xal'atath took a moment to throw him from Ny'alotha back to the Crucible of Storms in the material world, and then continued to attack N'zoth's shell, which was being attacked like stars falling. That is, the mountain of flesh and blood standing deep in Ny'alotha advances.

As the pirates advanced on the increasingly rugged road, they chatted with Xal'atath about the Old Gods.

He said:

"Not only did N'Zoth want to regain power, he also ambitiously tried to rebuild the Dark Empire in the Fallen Era. For this reason, after the seal was loosened, it constantly sent subordinates to search for fallen places and unite with other evil forces. What on earth does it want to do?

Is this a plan to take away the poor family property of the other two 'brothers', complete his own 'coronation', and become the monarch of the Dark Empire, even in the cage? "

"This is actually quite normal."

Xal'atath said in a casual and lazy tone:

"Azeroth was sent five void seeds of the ancient gods, but they ate one of them when they fell into this world. The relationship between the ancient gods is cooperation and competition, my little master.

It is destined that only one ancient god can enjoy the heart of the fallen world to swallow the world's nutrients and complete their promotion in the void system.

N'Zoth is the most cunning of us all.

It is natural for it to plot against other ancient gods, especially after the most powerful demon of the Seven Evils, Y'Shaarji, was killed. Its ambitions have only grown in size during its millions of years of imprisonment.

To be honest, seeing N'zoth secretly creating such a big scene made me feel proud and jealous. Maybe I really wasted too much time on boring 'entertainment'. "

Miss Void Essence said sadly:

"As the only free ghost in the void, I should have been the one with the greatest advantage. Unfortunately, I have accomplished nothing in a million years."

"Didn't you meet me now?"

Blake was "comforted" by:

"Serve me well. You and I are one. When I rule the world, won't it be equivalent to you taking over the authority of Azeroth?"

"But you just wanted to 'kill' me."

Xal'atath's tone became even sadder.

she says:

"You don't love me at all, you are just using me. You are no different from other people who have betrayed me. You have the same lack of foresight. You are just more cunning and mysterious than them.

Maybe I should abandon you as ruthlessly as I abandon others when you need me most. "

"Are you willing to?"

Blake chuckled, and the stinky pirate looked at the "void suit" shrouded outside his body, and said in a gentle tone:

"Have I not fallen into the void? You have already won a lot. You just need to work harder, and I will be seduced by you and become your servant."

"I highly doubt it."

Xal'atath lost interest in speaking, her voice dimmed in the pirate's ears, and said:

"But the damn temptation coming from your soul makes me want to stop. You are my nemesis. I'm tired. I need to take a rest. Wake me up after you find Maiev.

Let me remind you one last thing, little master.

Maiev Shadowsong is more complicated and mysterious than you think. That woman is so skillful that she has already taken root in your heart after only two contacts.

You may not realize it, but you are falling.

You should probably learn some lessons from my failure and stay away from her. Trust me, it's for your own good. "

Blake shook his head.

This Xal'atath is so bad. Why did his "deception" skill suddenly drop so much after a trip to the Outland?

As I said, don’t say “trust me” when you’re lying to someone.

It seems that getting along with black dragons will lower your IQ, and always playing easy mode is harmful to your intelligence.

He complained a little, then accelerated forward again, and in a few minutes he arrived at the foot of the mountain of flesh and blood where N'Zoth's shell was.

There are no traces of any obsidian buildings here, and it looks like a masterpiece of the weird and disgusting "ancient god cult style" like the Storm Furnace.

Purple-black horny flesh formed the mountain, the proliferating eyestalks everywhere looked like depraved modifications, and the abyssal tentacles covered with fleshy armor and pale barbs squirmed.

Countless filthy blood is flowing backwards, and those sticky blood drops like flesh-and-blood beasts form the outer edge of the mountain.

They twisted, roared, and swayed to form the strongest direction leading to N'Zoth's consciousness.

Countless flesh-and-blood aliens that are a blend of corruption and fear snake out from the towering dark body. They recite the corrupted words of N'Zoth and are spread throughout this mountain of flesh and blood.

If you want to see the gods or blaspheme the gods, you must first pass them!

This is the core of N'Zoth's dark empire, and this is the seat of power that the Corruptor dreams of. It has learned the lessons of its last failure and realized its lack of combat effectiveness.

So it spent millions of years building a wall of flesh and blood outside its throne.

And its body, like a real god, stands on the top of the mountain of flesh and blood, observing everything and ruling everything with its black and yellow eyeballs.

If an ordinary person came here, just one look at this dark peak would be enough to make his mind convulse and lead him to death from fear. Even the strongest among mortals must fall to their knees before N'Zoth's corrupted majesty when they have no outside power to protect their minds.

Even though Blake was protected by the divine power of Xalatath, the essence of the void, he still felt the weight of the void that was almost suffocating the moment he set foot on the Mountain of Darkness.

Everything he heard, saw, smelled, and felt squeezed his mind, and even caused illusions to appear in front of the pirate's eyes. A flash of white light flashed before his eyes.

In the white light, a huge eyeball could be vaguely seen staring at him.

"I see you"

The whispers of the Fallen Void lingered in the pirate's ears, but Black was undaunted, knowing it was just an illusion. When a Moon Night War God was killing people here, N'Zoth couldn't find the energy to deal with him.

As long as he is not afraid, this illusion cannot harm him.

So facing N'Zoth's corrupt whispers, Black stretched out his left hand, made a universal friendly gesture, and continued to stride forward to climb to the heights of the Dark Mountain.

Many flesh-and-blood beasts emerged from the horrific wounds that were bombarded by the falling stars and the dark moon phase. They screamed and rushed towards Black trying to stop his steps.

The pirates didn't even look at them.

With a twist of his finger, the Tide Scepter fell into his hand.

With a wave of his hand, the howling void creature was evaporated of its body fluids and screamed to death.

Perhaps it was Black's illusion, but after he stepped into Ny'alotha, this tidal scepter became very "active". In addition to a few magic locks unlocked by Dean Blue Moon, those held by Azshara The magic lock that the Queen had sealed with her own hands quietly opened for him.

This makes the Tide Scepter much more powerful in the hands of pirates.

The originally obscure flow of magic became smoother, as if the power of the scepter was completely open to him. This discovery made Blake's lips curve into a fleeting smile.

He knew there was something wrong.

But he didn't want to pursue this issue now, so he waved the scepter in his hand and waved it forward like a magic wand.

"boom"

The water column that appeared quietly was like a sharp knife strangulating, chopping up the faceless guards for the pirates, and then freezing the flesh and blood with a wave of his hand, quickly cooling down the hot magma-like corrupted blood.

There was even a stream of cold air that froze everything flowing out of the scepter and wrapped around the pirate. Any flesh and blood creation that came close to him would be mercilessly frozen.

Blake was now like a high-speed moving fort, more like a magical demigod with full firepower, making his climb up the mountain of flesh and blood extremely smooth.

It was even a little too smooth.

"boom"

Blake, who was advancing at high speed, left the place in a blink of an eye. Almost at the same moment, a meteorite wrapped in hot moonlight roared and hit the place where he was before.

The high-speed fall of the meteorite opened a wound with dancing magma on the mountain wall of fallen flesh, and the hot moonlight that followed caused the creations that gush out of the fallen blood to be burned in an instant.

The pirate raised his head, and in the sky shrouded by the fallen glory of N'Zoth, a dim and deep moon appeared, and the reflections of the stars were displayed around him, and meteors fell from the sky every moment.

This scene was shocking.

The pirate knew that this strange sight was the supreme magic in the Moon God belief system - the falling stars. When Prince Farodis, who specialized in "meteor-based" magic, taught him a lesson, he specifically used this magic as an example.

This magic is the most powerful of all the magic related to meteorites. Only high-level Moon Priests can gain the favor of Elune and be granted such power.

Blake looked back at the crack that was blasted behind him.

The meteorite just now was not a deliberate attack, but because the pirate had already entered the effective range of the falling stars spell. He no longer stayed and charged towards the flesh-and-blood mountain peak in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, he saw how the real Moon Night God of War fought.

Maiev Shadowsong, who holds the Thorn Blade Wheel in her hand, is fighting an astonishingly large Krasis aberration. That thing is two times larger than the powerful Krasis Warlord, and is just as big as a mobile one. Like hills.

Not only does it have a body made of fallen flesh and blood, its body is also wrapped with dark purple void armor. There is a huge Eye of N'Zoth on the chest of the fallen body, which means that this thing is a creation of N'Zoth himself.

Every attack it makes will trigger a terrifying void collision, its magic energy level is at least legendary level, and every foot step and claw strike can even create an effect similar to a space rift.

If such a thing is released into the material world, it will easily kill a dozen legends. But facing Maiev, who has become the moon-night war god, this kind of power is completely insufficient.

The warden took off her iconic owl war helmet, but her originally fair face was covered with moonlit war patterns, which were strange war makeup mixed with black stars.

And her dark eyes reflected ruthless punishment of destruction.

The Moon God's armor is covered with the Moonlight Armor composed of the brilliance of the stars and the moon. It is as thin as mist but strong enough to withstand all odds. The ruthless attacks of N'Zoth's Wrath can only make the Moonlight Armor float in ripples.

In addition to this "invincible protection", there is also the twinkling starlight. Not a single attack will trigger Maiev's "eternal" star falling magic at this time, bringing about a burst of super destructive meteorites falling from the sky.

Every time Maiev swings her sword, it will trigger a moonlit night resonance.

The scorching starlight turned into the Luna Sword, and like a "Luna Railgun", it lit up all around the body of every creature that could be attacked.

Every movement she makes leaves a mark of the moon, turning Elune's wrath into explosions of moonfire that continue to wash away and bombard everything around her.

Good guy!

The scene in front of him made Blake's hands and feet numb. Every slash, every move, every hit of the woman in front of him was a divine damage AOE!

This is on N'Zoth's territory, next to the Throne of Flesh and Blood near N'Zoth's lair, fighting under N'Zoth's nose!

However, the speed at which the ancient gods stimulated the creation of flesh and blood servants could not keep up with Maiev Shadowsong's speed at clearing the battlefield.

Relying on her own triple divine AOE damage, the mobs will die instantly as soon as they are spawned. The most outrageous thing is that the death of every void creature will be fed back to Maiev with the temporary strengthening of the "Apostle of the Moon God".

Anyway, according to Blake's reconnaissance, Maiev is fighting with 99 layers of the Moon Apostle's enhanced effect that increases both damage and movement speed.

With that terrifying increase in power, Black felt that he was lucky to be able to withstand an AOE from Maiev, who was transformed into the Moon Night War God at this time, let alone fight back with his small body.

No wonder the terrifying Wrath of N'Zoth was beaten so hard by Maiev that he couldn't even fight back.

This is a shame!

Such a stinky woman with all her firepower still needs to be saved by herself?

What a joke!

Black thought it was a miracle that N'Zoth's corrupted shell could persist until now without being breached. The stinky pirate looked dumbfounded at Maiev's display of power. He covered his face, as if his worldview had been shocked.

It was not that he had never seen the battle scene of the Moon Night War God in the game, but the performance of Tyrande Windspeaker, who was supposed to be the real Rain Night War God, after turning black, was completely different from the Maiev in front of him.

"Is there a GM to take care of it? Hey, someone is cheating here! Please save N'Zos, look at what the child is like after being bullied, his big eyes are about to cry."

The pirate murmured to himself:

"If N'Zoth's true form wasn't here at all, it would have been killed by you today. You should have told me if you were so capable.

With your fighting ability, I have to wait until the Year of the Monkey to take revenge.

Since you don't need help.

Shall I leave now? "