Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 833 164. The moment has finally arrived

"Buzz"

A crack composed of dim void rotated open, alarming Baku, the Moon Eater, who was lying comfortably "enjoying life" in the Flesh Temple of the Storm Furnace.

The sea snake demigod lazily raised his head and saw Blake holding a girl and falling awkwardly from the rotating crack. This is not the point.

In Baku's gaze, it can see the "landscape" on the other side of the opened void rift.

Ny'alotha, the sleeping city, is crumbling.

The Void Shrine of N'Zoth is dismantling itself, like the destruction of a small world that was supposed to be the prison where the Corruptor held Daelin Proudmoore and Maiev Shadowsong.

Everything was going well until the plan was ruined by a nasty pirate.

The "Sea Demon" and "Dark Judge" that N'Zoth longed for were both brought back to the material world by Black, and its important deployment of the Church of Storms in Kul Tiras was also eradicated.

The Forge of Storms, which has been providing "nourishment" to Ny'alotha from the material world, is also occupied.

The incarnation of consciousness that it took a long, long time to create in Ny'alotha was ruthlessly destroyed, and even a small part was eaten by Xal'atath who took advantage of it.

Although the conscious body can eventually be repaired, the losses in the Corruptor camp today are simply shocking. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a broken body.

N'Zos hates that.

But what can a sealed prisoner do?

"Black Shaw, I curse you!"

N'Zoth's corrupt words echoed in the Crucible of Storms, mixed with the undisguised hatred of the Corruptor. As an ancient god, it is outrageous to hate a mortal so much.

But the fact is that in the millions of years since the end of the Overlord War, no life has caused as much threat and damage to N'Zoth as Black Shaw.

It was like a huge giant who had one of his arms bitten off by an ant today.

Faced with N'Zoth's unabashed hatred, the pirate's response was quite direct.

"puff"

The Eye of N'Zoth, which stood on the edge of the Stormforge Temple, also ushered in its end after the collapse of Ny'alotha.

The silver-grey legendary long sword was like a needle piercing an egg shell. It was swung by Blake and pierced into the dimmed Eye of N'Zoth, and was scratched all the way down by the pirates as it fell.

It looks like the opening of a balloon filled with liquid.

Disgusting void mucus and filthy flesh and blood continuously poured out from the rupture. This must be very painful, as can be seen from the constant trembling of the torn eyeball and the shrinking of the pupil.

This eyeball is the plane connection point between the Crucible of Storms and the Fallen City.

Its destruction means that N'Zoth will have to pay ten times more difficulty to open the gate to the Void here, and Ny'alotha has been completely destroyed.

The Church of Storms' base camp on this land was also uprooted, and all the void servants sent by N'Zoth to this land were killed.

This means that N'Zoth will no longer be able to project his consciousness onto the land of Kul Tiras for a long, long time in the future.

"call"

The pirate let out a long breath. He shook off the blood flowing on the sword blade and looked at the completely dead eyeballs in front of him. All the pressure in his heart was released at this moment.

This is the victory he wants to see.

A victory that leaves no consequences.

"She's running away, little master. It seems your 'new prisoner' is not so honest and fast! Catch her, whip her, imprison her, humiliate her!

I'll give you all the help. "

Xal'atath's insidious voice rang in Blake's ears, and the pirate disappeared with a whoosh. A flicker accurately landed in front of Maiev, who was holding on to the flesh wall and wanted to enter Shadow Escape and leave.

He stretched out his hand, put it on Maiev's shoulder, and pushed the weak warden against the wall with a bang.

The pirate stared maliciously at Maiev's pale and weak cheeks and her eyes that became black and white after the power of the Moon Night God of War faded. He said coldly:

"Where do you want to go? My prisoner, didn't I just tell you that from today on, I will be your 'warden'? If you want to escape without permission, it seems that you really need to be treated well Teach me a lesson.”

"Click"

With Mairu's humiliated expression on her face, her hands were quickly clasped by the pirates, and all the weapons on her body, including the watcher's cloak, were quickly removed.

"this is mine!"

The pirate picked up the fragment of Azzinoth and waved it in front of Maiev's eyes. The dagger was well kept by the warden. It seemed that it was often used as an assassination knife.

"This is mine too."

Blake then took off his Nether Sea Water Chain from Maiev's waist, put it in his hand and turned it up and down. With an inexplicable joy of revenge, he gritted his teeth, lowered his head and sat down on the ground. Ms. Shadowsong who spoke said:

"You hateful thief! You are finally in my hands. When I am free, I will hang you up and give you dozens of whips first. But compared to this, I am more curious about another thing."

He held Maiev's ponytail slightly roughly and forced her to raise her head.

He looked at Mavina's eyes that always avoided his gaze and asked seriously:

"Where did you get the information about Ny'alotha and the Sleeping City?

This is not a secret for a prophet like me, but as far as I know, at this point in time, except for Lord Stormsong, Queen Azshara, Xavius ​​and other high-ranking officials close to the Corruptor, Few people know the connection between N'Zoth and Ny'alotha.

No one knew that the Corruptor could rediscover the ruins of the Dark Empire and rebuild it while in a cage.

You have been hiding in Stormsong Valley and have not rescued your captured subordinates. You have been patiently waiting for me to open the Crucible of Storms and chose the most precise time to assassinate N'Zoth.

I don't think this is a coincidence.

I feel as if you knew my complete plans all along, that you always knew I would come to Kul Tiras, and that you even knew how I would deal with these cultists.

You took advantage of my plan.

Who told you that!

explain! "

"You really want to know?"

Faced with Blake's question, Maiev coughed a few times and replied in her signature hoarse voice:

"You are not the only prophet in this world, Black Shaw."

"No!"

Blake grabbed Maiev's chin and corrected her seriously:

"Before Velen entered Azeroth, I was the only prophet in the world! Zul was barely half, but you, an elf warden, went to find the Zandalari trolls for divination?

Do you think I'm stupid?

You'd better tell the truth, Maiev. "

The stinky pirate grabbed the recovered fragment of Azzinoth and scratched Maiev's beautiful face in a serious manner. He threatened:

"Don't force me to cut a little crow on your face so you know it hurts."

"Pull on, little master."

Xal'atath held the fire aside and said:

"A woman with such a steely heart will not be intimidated by you. Only by letting her know that you are a bottomless bastard can you regain your advantage.

Listen to me and scratch that face first! She knew she was afraid.

All women are afraid of this. "

"Why do you hate her so much?"

The pirate asked in a strange tone in his heart:

"You seem to hate her more than I do. There really is grudge between you, right?"

"No."

Xal'atath denied it.

she says:

"Am I not helping you with your interrogation? This Maiev Shadowsong is too difficult to deal with. Her weakness will not last long. Little Master, you must hurry up.

Once she regains her strength, it's impossible to trap her or use soul magic to induce a confession; her mind is protected by Elune. "

"Her body is also protected by Elune."

The pirate said unhappy and depressed in his heart:

"Do you think I don't want to beat her? But Elune is looking at me. I don't know if she will cry if I slash her with the knife, but I will definitely cry.

So, don't come up with random ideas. "

Xal'atath let out a sigh of regret. She couldn't refute the reasons given by Black. She thought that if she continued like this, she would have to watch Maiev, a little bitch, really build a relationship with her little master.

Then everything will be over.

no!

You can't wait passively, you must take the initiative!

Void Essence quickly made up her mind, and she made a decision. Let all the great achievements of the Black Dragon Legion die. If she loses Black, she will truly lose all her foundation.

After offending N'zoth, she had to hold onto the thigh of this amazing man, Blake.

"Little Master, I'm going back to Draenor right now."

Xal'atath coughed a few times and said to Black:

"I will rush back as quickly as possible and bring back the Atama crystal you desire, as well as enough materials to strengthen the entire keel of the Nagfar.

Please wait for my good news. "

"Um."

Black nodded, glanced at the Skull of Tha'kiel at his waist, and told Xal'atath:

"By the way, help me bring a Draenei back. I want... well, I want a man. It would be better if I can find a stronger spell caster.

It would be better if he is a villain who does all kinds of evil. Kill one for our old man Sakir without any psychological pressure at all. His Majesty the Moon God will not care about the life or death of a villain even if he thinks about it. "

"Wrap it around me, little master."

Xal'atath seemed extremely obedient, and she asked diligently:

"Is there anything else I need to bring?"

"Uh, no more for now."

Blake thought for a while, and originally wanted Xal'atath to try to steal a spaceship from the draenei, but if he thought about it carefully, this was embarrassment to the essence of the void.

Although the Draenei in Outland are destitute, they cannot be bullied by a group of even more desolate black dragons. Especially after experiencing the massacre of orcs, the remaining sluts can compete with each other.

Prophet Velen is very kind to the point of being pedantic in other things, but he is extremely decisive in dealing with dark evil things.

As long as someone like the Black Dragon Mother appears, Velen will probably be knocked down from the sky with a Holy Light Punishment. The angry look of a Holy Light Demigod is something Xal'atath wouldn't want to see. .

"Wait, I almost forgot!"

Black suddenly remembered something and said to Xal'atas:

"Help me kidnap some orcs back from Nagrand. It's very simple. Just give them a sap while they go out to pick up sheep dung eggs near Tiange Lake in Nagrand.

The people I want are a bunch of kids.

Garrosh Hellscream, Dranosh Saurfang, Thor's Rufang and Yorrin Deadeye. There is also a little orc girl named Agna or Agra who always plays with them. If you can meet her, bring her back with you. "

"Little master, I am willing to charge into battle for you and sow conspiracies for you."

Xal'atas said in confusion:

"But I'm really not good at raising children. Can I knock them out and bring them back? You just need to live, right? It's not like bringing them back as adopted children."

"Well, as long as you don't die and don't lack arms or legs, that's fine."

Blake replied.

"Okay, wait for my good news, my dear little master."

Xalatath's voice disappeared, and before leaving, she did not forget to say:

"Stay away from Maiev, little master. At some point in the past ten thousand years, I seem to have heard that her private life was very inappropriate."

"Where did you hear it?"

Blake said in a strange tone:

"I believe you when you say that Maiev is a madman, but she is more conservative than Tyrande. She has never made false remarks to other men in her life."

"The Void Essence is gone?"

Maiev suddenly said:

"You should stay away from her, pirate. Playing with cobras is not a good habit. Didn't your father teach you this when you were a child?"

"You really know she exists!"

Black sneered, inserted the fragment of Azzinoth back into his waist, and said to Maiev:

"Since you don't want to talk about this, I won't ask.

But the 'prophet' who provided you with the information seems to be a fool. He or she only told you that N'zoth was in Ny'alotha, but did not tell you that N'zoth was still in the cage.

His stupid news almost sent you to death, my poor prisoner, and you should probably choose your friends more carefully. "

These words made Maiev look strange.

After a few seconds, the warden nodded with deep understanding and said:

"Yes, he is an idiot! But it's not his fault. After all, when I talked about this with him, he kept hiding it from me and didn't tell me more.

Almost killed me.

If I meet him again, I will definitely teach him a lesson! In the name of the moon god.

But I think Mr. Black, you may have more troublesome things to deal with now, so I will take a nap first and remember to call me when you are leaving after you are done. "

"Um?"

The pirate blinked and looked back.

Behind him, at the end of the circular area formed by the coiled snake Baku, Dai Lin, who had been thrown back into the material world from Ny'alotha, was getting up from the ground little by little.

His titan-forged body had been re-fleshed out by N'Zoth with a vicious curse of flesh, causing Daelin to seemingly return to human form.

But his larger body and still sculpted muscle lines told Blake that his poor father might not be able to return to human form.

Today, he should be the most orthodox "aboriginal" form on the land of Kul Tiras, that is, a half-Vrykul who calls himself "Drust".

But fortunately, that face has changed back.

Just the moment Dai Lin stood up with the trident and opened her eyes, Black's face turned cold, and the long sword and dagger in his hands were held in the palm of his hand.

Dai Lin's eyes did not return to the completely pure sea blue, but were mixed with some chaotic light.

Obviously, Black was happy a little too early. His war in Kul Tiras was not over yet, and the final battle was about to come.

Daelin Proudmoore VS Black.

Admiral VS Legendary Pirate.

Strong father VS rebellious son.

Well, no matter which angle you look at it, this battle is unexpectedly fascinating.