Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1426 59. Now you know you are afraid? late!

   "Look! The origin energy is pouring out from the ground!"

   Above the sky above Nazmir, on the platform of the golden fortress Valajar hovering in the clouds, His Highness Little Xingxing, who had been waiting here for a long time, grabbed himself the best "observation deck".

   She holds a magic orb in her hand that can record the picture, to record the whole scene of the evil being purified in the Nazmir jungle.

  Fina, who was beside the little star, also grabbed a dwarf camera and kept taking pictures towards the strangely changing ground.

   This is a very precious first-hand material. Copying these photos without the knowledge of Little Xingxing will make a lot of money no matter which magic organization they sell to!

  Fina let out a weird laugh while taking pictures.

   The plan works!

   A few seconds later, the teleported rainbow light appeared behind the two of them, and Black strode out of the teleported light.

   He took a few steps forward, also standing on this platform and looking down.

  The pure energy from the Origin Furnace is surging from the city of Uldir, and the city of the golden Titan is rapidly dissolving like tinfoil thrown into the flames.

   After a few seconds, Blake suddenly turned his head and glanced at Fenna, the idiot who kept making weird laughter, and said in a weird tone:

   "Hey, what are you laughing at? Also, what are you shooting there without film?"

"what?"

  Fina was instantly shocked.

   She was awakened from the fantasy of "making a lot of money", and hurriedly opened the dwarf camera to see, good guy, there really wasn't any film in it.

   But a few minutes ago, she clearly checked it!

"little stars!"

  Finna locked on the culprit in an instant, she threw the camera in her hand to the ground in a fit of rage, and rushed towards the idiot Lanlong who covered her mouth and laughed.

   The two beautiful girls clung to each other again.

   This time Fenna was really angry, she threw the little star to the ground with a standard over-the-shoulder throw.

  The latter threw out lightning to try to repel Fenna, but after this period of training, the magic resistance of the "Twin Emperor" on her body has been fully activated.

   The little lightning that the little star throws without charging can't hurt the stupid warrior at all.

   Within a few seconds, Little Xingxing was beaten so badly that he even got punched in the eye.

   The magic orb she was holding in her hand also rolled out, falling from the platform of Valhalla with the screams of the little stars, roaring down to the earth that was being reshaped below.

"No!"

   Princess Blue Dragon screamed.

   But everything is irreversible, and the materials to witness this precious moment are just finished. She may never have a second chance in her life to see this magnificent and exaggerated scene again.

   The fight between the two did not affect the mood of other viewers.

  Black sat carelessly on the edge of the platform of Valhalla. He took out a bottle of wine from his hand and bit off the stopper. He took a gulp into his mouth, wiped his mouth again, and let out a comfortable moan.

  Behind him, Maiev in an elf hunting outfit also quietly emerged, looking down at what was happening.

  Those blue titan energies have completed filling and engulfing Uldir City, and the solid metal city walls are as fragile as paper under the impact of this creation energy.

   is like a scene where a balloon full of water bursts, and soon liquid Titan energy gushes out of the outlines of Uldir city, pushing submersion in all directions.

   This scene is very much like a surging tide.

  The dark blue "water" runs in the dark jungle of Nazmir, which has been completely polluted, and all existences wherever it goes will be submerged by it, uh, or "engulfed" is more appropriate.

   Those rifts full of the power of the void, the blood-colored trees hung with dried corpses, the weathered ruins of ancient troll cities full of desolation, those ruins that buried countless stories in the dark.

  Rocks, trees, bones, terrified beasts running in the forest, six-legged crocodiles with tentacles under the polluted water, everything was engulfed and melted in this running energy.

No matter how sturdy or wild existences are, they can't last more than a second in this "blue ocean". They are like unlucky **** engulfed by ooze monsters, and they are quickly assimilated in this area full of purifying power and vitality. in the liquid.

   Even birds in the sky!

Those bats and crows with wings, dark tones, crimson eyes, and even a third eye, those pterodactyls born in the polluted earth with deformities from hatching, they sense the terrible danger , he kept flapping his wings trying to escape the land that was being "eaten".

   They seem safe in the sky far from the ground, but there seems to be a special force pulling them, making them run closer and closer to the ground's liquid energy in mindless flight.

   In the end, when he was only one step away from flying out of this dark jungle, he also turned into a part of the Titan energy that had already covered the Nazmir jungle.

  This deeply polluted and dark land is being wrapped and shaped, and even the towering mountains are rapidly lowered in height like figures thrown into sulfuric acid.

   is like an invisible hand holding a shovel and ruthlessly flattening all the ups and downs, and shaping the undulating earth into the flattest plain.

   The time axis that belongs to this land seems to be fast-forwarded thousands of times, and the ecological changes of countless years have been compressed into just a few minutes, which makes people dizzy.

   The only problem is that this grand process is silent, even like a mime, so silent that it makes people panic.

   "You know, this time in this scene should be accompanied by that kind of grand background music to bring out the sacredness and unshakability of this scene."

  The smelly pirate looked at the reshaping earth below with satisfaction. He turned to look at Maiev behind him. Madam Warden was holding a moonstone emblem and whispering the scriptures of the moon **** in a low voice.

   Obviously, this sincere believer was deeply shocked by the scene in front of him.

   She was equivalent to watching a "monkey version" of "Genesis" completely, and saw with her own eyes the mighty power of the gods to shape the primitive world.

  A jungle equivalent to one-third of the territory of Stormwind Kingdom was completely wiped out in just a few minutes. This scene is enough to make anyone who sees it shudder.

   "You told me before that if the output power of the origin furnace left by the Titans is turned on to the maximum."

   Maiev asked in a low voice after reciting the eulogy.

   Facing her unfinished question, the pirate shrugged, poured the last bit of wine into his mouth, and threw the wine bottle in his hand toward the tumbling blue sea of ​​energy below.

He says:

   "The origin of the furnace has only one meaning, that is, to format and reshape the entire planet when everything is irreversible. It will restore Azeroth to the era when the Pantheon first completed the detection and shaping of the stars.

  No one knows what kind of era it was, and no one can guess what kind of miracles will be born in this world in the next era.

   But that has nothing to do with us.

   Everything that is still bad, black and white, good and evil will no longer have any meaning.

   And what you are seeing is just a 'preliminary' and my warning to N'Zoth that if it doesn't obey, its sad cage will be reshaped next time! "

   "Can it really be done?"

   Maiev whispered:

   "Didn't you say that this kind of reshaping can only be used once in a period?"

   "Yes, I said so."

  The pirate winked at Lady Warden and said:

   "But N'Zoth doesn't know, so what if it does? As long as it doesn't take over the Forge of Origination, the threat hangs like a sword over its **** crab head.

   I think this warning should be enough to keep it quiet for a while. "

   Black grinned and was about to take Maiev into his arms, but suddenly stopped and listened.

   "Save me."

   The miserable mourning reverberated in Blake's spirit. It seemed that only he could hear it. It should be a special request made by the rescuer to Blake.

  The pirate followed the spiritual cry for help and looked down, and he quickly pinpointed the source of the sound.

   In the center of the engulfed Nazmir jungle, the deepest part of the city of Uldir, the Titan city under the dark rift that has been completely disappeared.

   From the ultimate infected G'huun born in that city!

   The once mighty God of Blood and Corruption has lost the arrogance and madness of the last time he met the pirates, he was like a poor fly that was trapped in a sulfuric acid pool.

   Even calling for help seemed so weak.

   It will and indeed escape the cage, after all, the entire Uldir has been submerged and melted by the creation energy, and nothing can stop G'huun from being free.

   The premise is that it has to survive this origin reshaping on its own.

   As far as the current situation is concerned, the situation of Lord G'huun seems to be "not very optimistic".

   "Yo, isn't this G'huun? Why did you pull it like this after only one night?"

  Blake ruthlessly taunted the **** of blood who prayed to him in the spiritual dialogue, and he stretched his voice and said:

   "Why are you so humble? Lord G'huun, as for me, I still prefer your world-destroying, unrepentant attitude when we talked last time. Could you please restore it?"

"Please."

The parasitized demigod body has already melted, and the second parasitic parasitized on his most loyal dismantler, Mythrax, but his body was still quickly melted away, and now he has to be exposed to the energy of creation in the form of a real parasite. G'huun, who had nowhere to run, would no longer be able to refute the irony of the stinky pirate.

   it pleaded with despairing poignancy:

   "I am willing I am willing to fulfill the mission of my birth. I am willing to help you purify the ancient gods. Please save me!"

   "Purify the ancient gods, okay! Save you? Forget it."

  The pirate waved his hand, picked up his pipe, and let Maiev light the tobacco in his pipe for him. In the grand scene of the reshaping of the earth, he waved his hand and said:

   "I forgot to tell you last time, Lord G'huun, I have many ways to gain the power you are proud of. All we need is your power, it doesn't really matter whether you exist or not.

  Please, you should die.

   Keeping you, always feels weird.

   And since I chose to kill the chickens and show the monkeys, I have to be ruthless, lest Lord N'Zoth, who is watching all this, think that I am a weak person who does not dare to attack. That wouldn't be great, would it? "

   "Curse you!"

   G'huun cried out mournfully.

The energy of creation that wraps it has advanced from the "destroy" of the first stage to the "remodeling" of the second stage, which means that this land and everything here will be completely erased from this world .

  The dark past will be smashed in a cruel way, and then pick up the nutrients and debris left by them, and shape a beautiful new world.

   G'huun's screams became the last vestiges of the land that had been engulfed by the "Blue Ocean".

   It knows.

   It's over.

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   On the other side, in front of Bwonsamdi's deserted Hades Palace.

   A group of blood troll barbarians who escaped witnessed this terrifying scene, and in their ignorant hearts finally realized that there is a greater power in this world than their evil gods.

   Then fear broke the shroud of ignorance, reminding these cruel and ruthless infected people of the ancient legend.

   They, led by their elders, knelt down in front of the ruins of the Hades, shouting loudly:

   "Bwonsamdi! Death of all trolls, receiver of all souls, Bwonsamdi the extradition of the underworld! Please, don't take me."

   They are praying to their own **** of death.

   But in the sky behind the Hades, the old Bwonsamdi who was suspended there just sneered at these prayers with a sneer. He didn't usually burn incense, and only remembered old Bwonsamdi when he was in trouble.

Don't    fools think G'huun is Loa's **** of the gods?

  Why not go to the magical and powerful G'huun to save your dying souls?

Troll Reaper, who has seen through the nature of these trolls for nothing, gave a cold laughter, and in its gaze, it watched the blood trolls who were kneeling and praying in the incomparable desperation being used in all directions. The energy was swallowed up in an instant.

   Then even the tattered and gloomy Hades was submerged under the rolling waves. This scene made old Bwonsamdi a little bit sour.

  Although it has abandoned its "home" a long time ago, it is still a little distressing to see the home where it has lived for countless years being ruthlessly destroyed.

   Well, I will use this reason to blackmail the stinky pirates for a while!

   Anyway, all of this was caused by him, so he must take responsibility, even if it is a token compensation, he must have it.

   But soon, Bwonsamdi, who was thinking about how to extort the stinky pirates, saw a scene that surprised him even more.

   Those pure titan energy is "ebbing".

   After they submerged the mountains, rifts, swamps, and lands of the entire Nazmir jungle, as well as all living things on them, their shapes began to change.

It is like the flow of water that seeps into the earth, bringing all the nutrients that have been assimilated into the earth of this platform together. Everywhere there is blue creation energy shining, like countless lights shining at the same time. rise.

Green twigs burst out of the ground and quickly grew into towering trees under the stunned gaze of Old Bwonsamdi, as well as those wild grasses and wildflowers that cheered their birth from below the ground, and the cleanest and purest underground water flow. From the once-dark rift.

   In the blink of an eye, the plague that once enveloped darkness and curses, making it difficult for ordinary people to live here, has become a lush forest.

   This green vitality is exploding.

They stretch from the northern coast all the way down to the mountains of Zuldazar, where all the plants that exist throughout Azeroth seem to be inspired to grow, turning this desperate place into a natural dream like Val'sharah. land.

  The air became sweet and gentle, and Bwonsamdi looked up and could even see an exaggerated rainbow emerging from the waterfall he had just created.

   There are no animals here yet.

   But that’s okay.

   With the continuous shaping and evolution of vitality, new residents will soon appear on this forest full of life. After all, the seeds of life have been planted, and nothing can stop the birth of new life.

  The energy of creation itself comes with pure life force, coupled with the nourishment brought by the purification of the dark things that were engulfed before, Nazmir will become the sacred natural place of Azeroth in the near future.

   This is a doomed future.

  In the golden fortress above the clouds, the exhausted Mother of Purity stepped down from the platform that manipulated the energy of creation. She was so tired that she almost fell down on her feet, and was supported by the equally exhausted Raiden beside her.

   The two guardians looked at each other and did not push each other away.

   And the king of war beside them would look stupid, like a single stupid dog like a light bulb.

  The heroic spirits cheered and roared, and the bruised little Xingxing and Fina hugged each other and screamed with emotion when the girls saw something beautiful.

   Amid this noise, the pirate glanced in the direction of the endless sea and asked:

   "Then, Lord N'Zoth, now, I'm going to ask the question I've asked you twice, and I hope this time you can give me an answer that satisfies me.

tell me.

   Do you accept my armistice? In addition, given the current situation we are in, it's not a big problem for me to ask you to kneel for me, right?

   Hehe, of course it's a joke, don't mind.

  It's not the time when you really want to kneel, my dear N'Zoth, we will come to Japan in the future. "

   (end of this chapter)