Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1212 308. The period of a million years of dormancy has come, welcome the return of the ancient Venerable!

  The erosion of the Sha of Pride is between the minds. It seems that it takes a long time, but it actually ends in a very short period of time.

   However, while Black was entangled by the Sha of Pride, the mantid and the Dark Inquisitor had also successfully started the unblocking of the Titan Mythos.

  As the dark servants serving the ancient venerables, the mantid's sonic magic is very magical. In the strange resonance of several strange sonic pillars, the huge mythical lock placed on the ground began to move.

   is like a very high tech box opening process.

   Its outer shell cracked to reveal the complex gears and mechanical structures that were constantly rotating, layers of seals were opened, and the vibration of the Heart of Darkness became more and more obvious.

  This last remnant of the ancient **** who was crushed to death by the Titans millions of years ago seems to feel that his chance to see the light of the sky is in front of him, and it is also excited about it.

   Equally excited are its servants. The miserable mantid heroes repaired by Black are full of anticipation, and these big bugs keep making weird bugs.

   Some will flap their wings in place.

  Korfan, the most sincere Supreme, has fallen to his knees, reciting the prayers of the mantid to the Elder, full of longing for the dark gods to return to this age.

   It hopes that the ancient venerable can give the mantid power to overthrow this world controlled by the false gods and the sons of titans in this era of fog opening!

   But because of this sincerity, none of the mantid heroes showed the slightest greed for the heart of darkness so close at hand.

   They know that they are more suitable than any life to be the carrier of the heart of darkness, but they cannot go beyond that to seize the majesty and power of the gods.

   That is the greatest blasphemy of faith.

   It's like the civilization that shackles them still preserves this ancient belief in the countless time that the ancient sages have passed away, but the shackles prevent them from further ascending to theocracy.

   This is a very contradictory situation.

   However, the dark judge Ms. Shanesh, who was going through a complicated psychological struggle at this time, felt joyful because of this.

   When she noticed that the mantid treated the Heart of Darkness with the attitude of treating holy objects, she felt that her sudden ambition had more hope.

   These foolish and loyal mantid only care about the return of the ancient venerable, as for what kind of attitude and what kind of identity the ancient venerable returned, they did not care.

   That means, as long as you can get the Heart of Darkness, you can

  Haha, what a beautiful day.

   The cultist's gloomy smile became more and more obvious. She looked forwardly to the Titan Mystery Lock that was gradually being opened.

   She didn't even pay attention to the inspiration and urging N'Zoth dropped in her mind, and even began to feel that this Corruptor was really annoying!

  Why didn't you find it talked so much before?

   But she has to be careful to cover up her mind, at least until she gets the power of the Heart of Darkness, she can't be found abnormal by N'Zoth.

  Otherwise, this soul that has long been guided into the Void will be instantly cursed by the Corruptor, which will turn her from the inside out into a monster whose brains have been burned by the Void.

   In fact, under the guidance of his fallen will, Xanesh was able to maintain his human form and sufficient sanity while walking so deeply in the Way of the Void, all thanks to the protection of N'Zoth.

   She can always fulfill all the "oracles" that the Corruptor has descended, and satisfy its desire to see chaos, which makes her the most powerful oracle under the Corruptor's command.

   But N'Zoth is not always generous with his minions, and he seldom forgives his failures.

   Unless it's the ones he values ​​very much, like Queen Azshara.

   From this point of view, perhaps Xanesh should thank Black for blowing up Ny'alotha. The destruction of N'Zoth's holy city made the Corruptors seem to have a little more humility, making their dark servants a lot easier.

   But that’s it.

   Thinking about it carefully, the blessings N'Zoth gave her did not seem to be enough to offset what she paid for N'Zoth, her family, her life, and even her identity as a human being.

  After removing the layer of fanatical belief that obscures reason, Xanesh finally discovered the trick of N'Zoth's bad boss.

   It's just squeezing them.

   Lure them into the bait with a little bit of power and forbidden knowledge, and then step into a dead end that can't be turned back. The workers of Boralus go to the factory and get paid!

   What do these cultists have?

   The death surprise that may come at any time and the slightest accident will slip into the forbidden abyss and become the home of monsters? Well, such a bad life is really nostalgic.

   At this moment, Xanaish's determination and ambition became stronger and stronger.

   And all of this was watched by the mantid heroes beside her. The heroes exchanged glances, but no one pierced the cruel fact in front of her.

   That is the sad mortal of Xanesh, who has been captured by the dark majesty of the ancient venerable before he saw the heart of darkness.

   She has lost her reverence for her originally weak deity, and instead seeks to be a vehicle for the resurrection of the Elders.

   Hehe, as expected.

   No soul can stay awake in the face of the Lord of Darkness. What it swallows is reason, what it breathes is ambition, what it chews is hope, and what it gives is despair.

  This pathetic woman. Does she really think that her little thought can keep away from these mantid warriors who have been outstanding in all ages?

   Everyone is just playing on the scene.

  After all, the Dark Lord has only one heart left, and it really needs a body contaminated with the power of the void to re-enter the world.

  N'Zoth's Dark Inquisitor Xanesh is very suitable. Corruptors have cultivated her very well. She is already a container soaked in the corrupted void, and she is also qualified enough to carry the remains of the ancient venerable.

   And her **** N'Zoth is not urging her or reprimanding her, N'Zoth really doesn't want to see his capable subordinates captured by Y'Shaarj's residual divinity.

   It's saving her!

   But Xanesh doesn't want to listen anymore.

   The fire of ambition has been kindled, and nothing can easily extinguish it.

   "click"

   In the final crisp sound, the Titan Mystery Lock in the Sealing Hall was completely opened, and a shriveled heart was exposed in front of the dark judge in the flowing purple energy that was entangled in a liquid.

   It is not majestic at all.

   It looks like a monster's heart that has been dried in time, and you can even see the blood vessels connected to its body and the purple breath that is surging like blood in it.

The only feature of    is that it is quite large and requires adults to open their hands to hug.

   But the smoke and dust on it, which began to weather and peel off when it came into contact with the air, represented that the strongest creature that had ever existed in Azeroth had reached its weakest moment.

   It is in desperate need of a boost of energy to restore its former majesty forgotten by the world.

   At the moment when the Heart of Darkness appeared, all the mantid stood up and uttered insects as if they had been inspired, which was a joy that was enough to drown all rational emotions.

  Their **** is finally back.

   And when the dark judge Xanesh saw the shriveled heart of darkness in front of her, she also had strong emotions rolling in her chest and heart, and she was so excited that she couldn't help herself.

   She almost instinctively stretched out a trembling hand towards the heart in front of her.

   N'Zoth's roar exploded in her mind, trying to wake her from the temptation to lose herself in chaos.

   But Xanesh just found it annoying at this moment.

  She closed her mind and took the initiative to disconnect herself from N'Zoth. This was the first time she had so boldly rebelled against the **** of darkness she believed in.

   But she was not afraid, and even felt a little bit relaxed.

   She has never felt so relaxed since she became a cultist, and it feels so good to take back herself, especially when her surging ambitions are only one step away.

   A brilliant and beautiful future is just around the corner, so real that you can touch it as long as you reach out your hand.

   So she stretched out her hand to the heart of darkness that was calling out to her.

   At this moment, she is extremely sure that she is the chosen child! Perhaps it was fate that made her become the ancient Venerable who recovered in this era, that's right, it's her!

   It can only be her!

   With this thought in mind, under the indifferent and infiltrating gazes of all the mantids, the soulless Xaneish made a hug gesture, to hold the heart of darkness in his arms.

   She is about to welcome the greatest moment in her life, the darkness around her has become so beautiful, and even in the trance, Xanaish heard bursts of dark singing.

   is like a fallen hymn.

  The good news is that she has good hearing, and she did hear the BGM at that moment.

   The bad news is that it wasn't played for her.

   "Poof"

  The icy white sword pierced from the back, and pierced from the front chest with an unstoppable lethal grace.

   In the slight pain of dripping blood along the gleaming warm blade, the serious swordsman Sharathor warned Xanesh in a serious tone:

   "Stay away! The master doesn't like people being so close to his baby."

   "Yes, I don't like it."

  Blake's calm voice also sounded behind Xanesh, causing the Dark Inquisitor to wake up from that abnormal trance in an instant, and his gloomy eyes tightened in an instant.

   It was only then that she realized what a stupid thing she had done.

   "You just voluntarily rejected N'Zoth's rescue, right?"

  Xalatas, with a weird laugh, whispered in the ear of the trembling Dark Inquisitor:

"You should know that doing this means that your body and soul are no longer protected by it, and you can be killed. Well, I have seen so many dead people, but none of them did what you did to make me happy. .

  You are so cute, my little sweetheart. "

"what!"

  Xanaesh leaped in front of him like crazy.

   She didn't even care about the blade that pierced her heart, she knew that contacting the Heart of Darkness before she died was the only way she could survive.

But at the moment she jumped out, the icy black gauntlet ruthlessly grabbed her hair and pulled it back. At the same time, the flying black sword appeared in Blake's hand, in an intimate gesture of hugging behind the dark judge's head. At the moment, like a lover, she gently slid the sharp blade across her slender neck.

  Standard and deadly, even with a touch of graceful slitting of the throat

   "You can't go back to Ny'alotha, N'Zoth doesn't like such rebellious souls."

  Black hugged the trembling and desperate Xanesh, and in the tumbling darkness, he comforted softly as if he had sued the priest:

   "But it doesn't matter, I will help you find your way home, I will personally send you back to the holy place that you rejected, and I will guarantee that you can return to N'Zoth.

  I think it's such a smart old **** that he should know that Azshara has always been dissatisfied with it, and the most interesting thing about this is, you know who sent me to Pandaria?

   Who else helped me **** the Heart of Darkness from N'Zoth?

  Hehe, remember this information.

   It allows you to leave a little bit of consciousness while you're being tortured by N'Zoth, and you can give it to the Corruptor as valuable information.

   Exactly.

   My supreme Queen Azshara has joined me.

   She granted me the title of Royal Attendant, and I gladly accepted that the most powerful pirate and the most powerful queen have stood together, and we have only one enemy!

   Let my dear N'Zoth wash his neck and wait.

   In addition, don't forget to tell my dear Corruptor for me, there is really not much time left for it to mess around. If it has to be revamped, I suggest to be a little more ruthless.

   You know, it’s so much fun to watch the octopus or something go to hell.

   This tragedy is dedicated to Azshara! "

   The last sentence was uttered by the stinky pirate in the most elegant ancient Elvish language, and then in the black flames ignited by his fingers, the painful body of Xanesh was instantly ignited.

   But with her throat cut, she couldn't even let out a scream.

   Only in the "farewell hug" of the stinky pirate, he can only shake and turn into burning ashes flying in the sky with a miserable posture.

   First flesh, then bones.

  The last thing left in the hands of the pirates was a white female skull full of void power.

   A perfect collectible.

   It is amazing that, after witnessing such a tragic act, the surrounding mantid heroes did not express anything, they just watched it all indifferently.

   They just need to see the Elder Venerable return today.

   As for who got this dark glory, it really doesn't matter at all.

   "This thing is ugly."

  Black strode forward and reached out to touch the dark heart of Y'Shaarj. He turned his head and complained to Xalatas, who was entangled with seven sha energy and showed the shape of smoke behind him:

"It's still tempting me, it says it can give me supreme power, to be honest, I'm a little bit moved, if I eat it, I'll probably have the power to push Azshara to the ground and sing for me, right? "

   "Hey, little master."

   Xalatas reminded:

   "Ms. Elune is watching you."

   "Yeah, Lady Elune is looking at me."

  Black shook his head and withdrew his hand.

   slammed the Qisha-stained Xinneng in his hand on his owl battle helmet, and the moment when Xinneng was inlaid, the invisible seven-colored light shrouded and dispersed, adding a layer of spiritual aura to the pirates.

   He took a step back.

   While the mantid were kneeling in unison, they made a "please" gesture to Xal'atas behind him:

   "Come on, my 'Ancient Venerable', enjoy all this, it's all for you."

   Xalatas did not step forward immediately.

   On the contrary, she fell into the arms of the pirates with a body of smoke, stroked Black's helmet with both hands, and asked in a delicate tone:

   "So, as a man who is about to become an ancient Venerable, don't you have anything to say to me?"

   "We have to finish that experiment quickly."

  The pirate said helplessly:

   "The dean is still waiting for my thesis. Your body is already arranging. I mean, will you be in heat again then?"

   (end of this chapter)