Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1060 156. Before the Burning Legion sheds the last drop of blood, the smelly pirates will never surrender! - Plus [45]

  The stinky pirate will have no idea what's going on outside. Before the battle, he was swallowed by the ancient gods with evil spells.

   But the pirates could basically guess that C'Thun had gone to war with Odin and the makeshift **** of the Lord of War.

   It is estimated that the fight is still quite intense.

   This can be seen from C'Thun's twitching stomach sac.

   Those twisted and weird flesh and blood kept tightening and relaxing, secreting green weird gastric juices and leaving behind the stomach sac, creating super corrosive liquid under Black's feet.

   It was self-evident what the hateful Old God was thinking.

  Black felt like an overnight meal that was about to be digested, and within two minutes of being in this disgusting place, he felt like he stinks all over.

   You can't breathe here, because it's poisonous, and you can't stand on your feet. Just a moment's contact, the battle armor blessed by the moon **** was corroded with an ugly layer of rust.

  The pirate stuck the front of the alpha wolf on the hole in the stomach wall of the ancient god, and squatted on it in an unlovable posture, looking at the green liquid that kept rising below.

   It was like a small lake was rising tide.

   At the current rate of gastric juice floating, the pirate will have at most a few minutes, and he will be digested by this thing that can corrode almost anything.

   "It's unfortunate, I really should pay tribute to Lady Elune when I go out today."

  Black looked up at the closed flesh and blood above his head, and tried to pray to Lady Elune with a kind of mentality of making amends.

   Of course there was no response.

   He now feels more and more the attention of the lunar **** who listens to him, and it is almost useless except to brush his presence in front of Elune believers.

   When in trouble, don't expect Lady Elune to lend a helping hand.

   Even thinking about it with a dark heart, maybe Ms. Elune will be laughing out loud while watching the picture of her struggling to survive, just like her happy mood when she sees other people's bad luck.

   Just now, he has tried every means to get out of here, but all ended in failure.

   Whether it is the Devil's Gate, the Blink, or the Shadow Gate that he just learned, he can't take him out of here.

  C'Thun's stomach pouch is like a separate closed plane, and the outer space laws are completely invalid here.

   He also tried to attack, but the Salameni double swords were left outside, and he stabbed with the sharp edge of the Alpha Wolf, but only opened a small crack hole in C'Thun's stomach sac.

   If it hadn’t been stuck by the Alpha Wolf, this wound would probably heal soon.

   The Death Finger of the Defiler Fragment can make C'Thun feel pain, but the more the Old God hurts, the more digestive juice his stomach secretes.

After several attempts   , Black decisively put away this suicide method.

   Try again, he doesn't know if C'Thun is dead or not, he must be dead.

  Ugh, not right!

He won't die, and there is a special effect of the cloth of fate of the legendary power, which can teleport himself away when he is about to die, but he came to C'Thun with all his hard work, not to get a humiliating fiasco. of.

  Black is not the kind of person who bows his head to life.

   And after he was sure that he had a high probability of surviving, the pirate didn't even care, he gritted his teeth and wanted C'Thun to pay for his shame.

  The smelly pirate stood on the gun handle of the Alpha Wolf, and began to bombard the place with magic, and threw two Void Cataclysms to hit the flesh and blood of the ancient gods.

   The violent shock shook C'Thun's stomach tummy.

   Several more faint purple void meteors were summoned and slammed on the top of the stomach of the ancient god, tearing open the fallen flesh and spilling more corrosive liquid, just like a burst of acid rain.

  The pirates realize that things are getting worse.

  The ancient god's huge and tough body is its invincible defense. It is difficult to penetrate C'Thun's tough stomach in a short time with the destructive power of pirates.

   It's a race against time and it's not a good idea to go into **** here.

   So soon, Black decided to take a different approach.

  The irritable stinky pirate opened the Luna battle helmet a crack, took the dwarf pipe, and after a deep breath of smoke, he looked at the green slime that was spreading to his feet, and began to prepare to cast a spell.

   "You see you are dying, you can't live in such a situation.

   It's better to release me quickly and go back to the Twisting Void. If possible, I can summon your soul back to my domain after your tragic death. "

   Black's inner demon Mephistos saw that the pirates were likely to send it, so he quickly made a plan and said:

"Although you know that you went to my place, I will definitely 'host' you, but considering the current situation, even if you suffer as a soul for thousands of years in the future, it will be better than dying in the hands of the ancient gods. ?

  You really annoyed C'Thun.

   It's trying to kill you and drag you to hell. "

"you shut up!"

  The stinky pirate outlined a demon summoning circle in front of him, and he said:

   "You know how bad I am, Mephistos.

   Even if a guy like me is going to die, he will not be merciful to send you home before he dies. I'll throw you down to C'Thun to 'try it out' before I die.

   Besides, I'm not necessarily going to die.

   But if you don’t want to hang up like this, stop talking nonsense and give me a coordinate!

quick! "

   "What coordinates?"

   Mephistos did not dare to provoke any more.

   It knew that the bastard, Blake, must be able to speak and do it.

  Although as a dreadlord, he will not die in the material world, but who knows if the stinky pirate has any strange way to completely kill it here?

   This will see that Black wants to save himself, so he asks a question.

   "The coordinates of Archimonde's demon world."

  Black took out the Mark of the Initiator with his backhand, and buckled it with the Defiler Fragment. These two treasures belonging to Archimonde immediately resonated with the demon portal that was difficult to open.

  The stinky pirate waving the thing like a fish, he said:

   "Isn't C'Thun hungry? I'll get some raw demons for him to eat and see if it digests faster or if I summon it faster!"

   "You're absolutely insane."

   Mephistos screamed:

   "This is in the body of the ancient god, the space is blocked, you can't summon demons! And no demon with normal spirit will drill into this abnormal place."

   "No, it just limits me from leaving."

  Black glanced at the twisted and sealed stomach tube on top of his head, which curled up like a big chrysanthemum, and its shape was full of sarcasm and malice from C'Thun and this cruel world.

  The stinky pirate looked at the door of the devil revolving in front of him again, and said:

   "C'Thun doesn't refuse to let the dead jump into its stomach sac, who would refuse food to jump into its stomach? It's just a one-way restriction, etc. I suddenly had a great idea."

  Blake's eyes lit up.

   quickly took out all kinds of garbage piles from the luggage and carried them in his hands, calling out the name of old Gani.

   But the **** of trashman seems to know the evil thoughts of stinky pirates. He actually resisted the temptation of trash, just didn't show up, and the pirates were so angry that they cursed at their mothers.

In desperation, Blake gritted his teeth and threw Hemet's trap boots into the stomach juice of the ancient **** rising below, and fished them out a second later, turning this handsome and useful legendary boot into a broken piece. Trash.

   He took the boots in his hands and said in a long voice:

   "Stinky Gani, I know you can see it. If you don't come again, I'll 'dedicate' this precious piece of trash to C'Thun. Come out! You bastard, wait for your help."

"boom"

  Old Garni's Loa avatar appeared in the burst of smoke, grabbed the tattered boots in Black's hand, and turned to run, only to be grabbed by the pirate's neck.

   "Okay you old Gani, you want to run away after taking my stuff! Aren't we friends?"

   "It's a friend that's why I've been following you."

  The avatar of old Gani shouted:

   "But you're done!

  I've never heard of anyone who was eaten by the Old Gods and still alive, and those loaks caught in the Uldir by the villainous guardians are much better than you, and I've never seen them do anything.

  Cough, you didn't hear anything just now!

For the sake of us being friends, after you are digested by the ancient gods, I will take away all the **** on your body, take your bones by the way, and help you find a good place to bury in the Waldun Desert. .

  You just let me go!

  Damn, C'Thun's stomach juices are about to overflow, I can't stand this horrible thing, what happened to you is very distressing, but I will pray for you, friend.

  Now, let me go, okay?

   I can't take you out, C'Thun is blocking this place. "

   "Let you bring the others in for me!"

   Black said to old Garney:

   "You can't take my boots for nothing! Those are my favorite boots, so hurry up to find Thakiel and bring him or his head in, hurry up!

   I will hang up later. "

   "You are such a villain!"

  Old Garney gave the stinky pirate a disdainful look, and put the tattered boots on his claws on the spot, which made his appearance even worse, and disappeared in front of Blake with a swoosh of his head and tail.

   The next dozen or so seconds were like years.

  If it wasn't for Black's determination that he would not die, he would have all the heart to pray to His Majesty the Moon God to become her faithful follower to ask His Majesty Elune to appear.

   And under the stimulation of sufficient supplies, the old Ghani also decided to take a risk.

   The pirate counted to twenty in his heart, and fluffy smoke exploded in front of his eyes.

  The old man Thakiel, who was wearing a hood and carrying a scythe, was thrown into C'Thun's stomach in a throwing gesture, and the dizzy Thakiel immediately realized that this was not a good place.

   He danced and tried to grab the Alpha Wolf's front, which was stuck on the flesh and blood, but got nowhere.

   The digestive juice, which was bubbling downward in the howls of ghosts and wolves, was quickly grabbed by Black and lifted up.

   "You bastard!"

   The old man was very excited and whipped Black with the Sinner's Ridge Scythe. He roared:

   "I'm alive, that's not right! I've been dead for 30,000 years! Fighting and destroying all over the stars, I've seen so many people, but none of them can be as shameless and evil as you!

   Look at your bad idea!

   You may not die.

   But I will!

   My skull falls below and it's all over! Are you going to **** me off? What's wrong with me? Make you hate me so much! "

   "What are you in a hurry?"

  Black stretched out his hand to resist the scythe of the furious Old Master Thakiel, and he shouted:

   "I just need your skull, it's not my fault that Old Garni didn't figure out who it was, it's just a brainless beast, and I don't blame it.

  Look at the situation now, my dear old man, it is time to unleash your power.

  My inner demon just told me the spatial coordinates of a demon world under Archimonde, all we have to do now is to summon those demons and let them fill the hole!

   Anyway, the demon war is going to be fought soon. It’s not a bad thing to help me destroy some hateful demons with the help of C’Thun.

quick!

   Take your breath through the summoning formation in front of you and walk to the Twisting Void, and attract those Archimonde's bastards! Before the fiends of the Burning Legion die, I, Blake Shaw, the valiant demon hunter!

   I will never surrender! "

   "The Legion has messed with you, you are a living treasure, it's been eight lifetimes of blood mold!"

  Thakir snorted, he looked around,

   The current situation is really not very optimistic. C'Thun's gastric juice has occupied two-thirds of the entire gastric pouch, and the range for Black and him to dodge is getting smaller and smaller.

After    at most three minutes, they're done.

  The old man has no time to think.

   He stretched out his hands and buckled on both sides of his skull, and took off his burning head with a click, like a headless horseman, and stuffed his skull into the revolving demon portal in front of him.

Soon, the aura of Sakir's Skull spread in the opposite demon world. Thanks to the "good" master-disciple relationship between Thalkiel and Archimonde, the demon lord who is loyal to Archimonde They immediately caught the breath.

   A gigantic abyss lord roared in response to the demon's summoned breath. It was going to that material world to take back the Legion's treasures!

   The polluter will reward it for it.

Ha ha ha ha

   "Stupid treasure thieves, you took what didn't belong to you"

   "Puff"

   The mad laughter of the abyss lord who came through the twisted void was not over, and he felt that he was stepping on the air. Under Black's pity, the scarlet big man danced and fell into C'Thun's stomach juice.

   It was like a bone that was tossing up and down in a sulfuric acid pool, and it sank after a few thumps.

   The stomach acid of the ancient gods is worthy of being the most poisonous thing in the entire group of stars. Even the rough-skinned demon lords cannot withstand this poisonous corrosion.

   However, the demon lords of the Burning Legion are obviously very strong. When they realized that they could not survive, the abyss lord decisively chose to self-destruct.

   A terrifying storm of fel energy rolled and collided in C'Thun's stomach, causing the body of the Old God to twitch.

  Blake's eyes lit up, he made a holy light gesture on his chest very hypocritically, and said to Saqir:

   "Quick, next one!"

"and many more"

   Mephistos chimed in suddenly:

   "I also know a coordinate. It's a Nathrezim lord that I hate. He has always coveted the position of my third lord, so."

   "Then what are you waiting for? Speak!"

At the same time, C'Thun, who was fighting against Odin in his own sealed land, suddenly twitched his body and burped a full burp full of fel energy. The poisonous smoke reverberated.

  C'Thun, who was beaten badly by Odin and his scumbags, shuddered.

   The ancient **** suddenly had an ominous foreboding.

   It realized that it seemed a bit risky to swallow the smelly pirate Blake Shaw, who was covered in poison, before the battle?

   What the **** is this uneasy **** doing in his stomach?

   (end of this chapter)