Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 814 145. Fuck! Who threw the flashbang!

  View to the Temple of the Storms on the high mountains of Stormsong Strait Island.

   After "sending away" the vision of the cynical, arrogant Queen Azshara, Lord Stormsong did not sit still.

  Although he didn't believe that the **** who undermined the good situation of the Church of the Storm were capable of attacking here, but as a senior cultist, he quickly started the preparations he had secretly made for so many years.

   First, he summoned the evil **** of the abyss, the "pet" of N'Zoth, and the big octopus monster Ezumat with the magic power endowed by the two abyss holy relics, such as the Stormcaller's Crown and the Void Stone.

   This thing is the culprit that caused a large number of watchers to fall into the sea and disappear after being commanded by the sea sages to destroy the watchmen's ships in the storm.

   Although it is loved by the void force and transformed into flesh and blood, its shape has not undergone too many "mutations", and its body is a large black-brown octopus.

  The head is covered with thick flesh and horny, and there are many compound eyes that are vicious and cruel.

   This octopus monster, which sleeps in the abyss of the material world and often sleeps for hundreds of years, is the only characteristic that is large.

  It is so large that when it is summoned to the sea area of ​​the Temple of Storms, it will cause the sea level in the vicinity to rise significantly.

  The body hides on the bottom of the sea, and sticking its tentacles out of the sea is like a pillar that penetrates the sky and the earth under the water, and the islands and reefs on the edge of the island are completely blocked.

The existence of   Ezumat is a masterpiece of N'Zoth's corrosive power of all things.

   It can be regarded as the pinnacle of "biological transformation" in the dark place of Ny'alosa, the sleeping city. Such a sea monster infested sea is a nightmare that all sailors can't avoid.

   And Ozumat has appeared more than once in the past history. Many bizarre legends describing sea monsters in the endless sea are actually telling the story of this big octopus.

   It is said that the destruction of the Gurubashi Empire in Stranglethorn Valley by trolls has something to do with this big octopus.

  There is it cruising near the Temple of the Storm, basically cutting off all possibilities for the enemy to attack the Temple of the Storm from the sea, but Lord Stormsong still feels dissatisfied.

   He's not a brash idiot.

   From the sarcastic words of Queen Azshara before she left, the Lord sensed some bad omen.

   "The Millennium Mass of the dark gods cannot be disturbed, and the sacrifice of glory must begin immediately! The sleeping city will finally awaken, and the gloomy gate is at hand.

   is only one step away.

last step! "

  Lord Stormsong grabbed the magic power of the Void Stone in the Hall of Tides, followed the path of divine power given by N'Zoth, and poured it into a rift above the material world.

   He recited hymns in a strange tone, and looked towards the Sage Fortress above the desperate sea frontier filled with darkness.

   In the continual infusion of the Void, the Krasis Warbringer, bound between the Material World and the Void Plane, that Black had seen, accelerated in vain.

   But the Light shines there too.

   This made the dark eyes on the octopus face of the Lord shine with a strong murderous intent, and it was because of the meddling Church of Holy Light's intervention that things went into this irreversible choice.

   Originally, as long as Daelin was seduced, the Church of Storms’ rule in Kul Tiras could come to power from behind the scenes, and this prosperous and powerful ocean kingdom could logically become the first cornerstone of the reconstruction of the Dark Empire in this era.

   is also the most stable cornerstone.

   But because of Faona's incorrigible view of justice and cheap compassion, all this has become a mirror flower.

  Although peaceful transition and violent seizure, the results are not much different for cults like the Church of the Storm, and they and their dark masters do not need any population or prosperity.

   But the many years of planning were ruined at once, which still made the Lord very unhappy.

The biggest disadvantage of    and degenerating into a cult is that the concept of "restraint" basically does not exist in the chaotic thinking of these guys being impacted by the void.

   In the past, in order to hide and seize power, he might have suppressed his desire to destroy the world and dedicated the dark ruins to the void, but now, it has been exposed anyway.

  I'm still holding back a fart!

   "Light! Hehe, pathetic light, false benevolence, pompous dogma, pale justice."

Lord    watched the battle between the shining Light in the Stormsong Mountains and the Void Strikers. Although he had lost his ears, he could hear it more clearly.

   He heard the angry roar of Admiral Krasis, who was summoned to the material world. The vanguard of the void war and the destroyer of order were stopped by the troublesome servants of the Light.

   It is calling for support from the Void compatriots.

   "For you, all for you, eat them, crush them."

  Lord squatted with Kethil's alienated body, and continuously extracted the corrupted energy from the abyss holy object, the Void Stone, and poured it into the void fissure at hand.

   In this way of "remote support", make your Void General stronger and more ruthless.

   He didn't hide the malice in his heart at all, using a cowardly whisper-like voice, urging and expecting in a dry and blunt tone:

   "Don't waste too much time on them, the Furnace of Storms is working, the borders of the material world are being broken, and the gates of Ny'alotha descend on the world to open.

   The dark gods have descended oracles.

Just today!

   KILL THEM! Bring their corpses back to Ny'alotha, and even the Light will weep when the useless body is tainted by the pure void. "

   This voice was full of hatred and sarcasm, obviously mocking the Church of Holy Light's oversight.

   Maybe these tins can rival a world destroyer like Deathwing on their own turf, but this is Kul Tiras! This is the land of the **** of darkness.

   Hehe, I'm looking for a dead end.

   "Storsong Stormsong."

   The eerie echoing call in the Tide Hall interrupted Lord Stormsong's continued focus on "private grudges".

   The tentacles on the octopus's face shook a few times, and when he turned his head, the hunched body of Kecil regained the haze and silence that a senior cultist should have.

   Facing the Tide Icon, his posture became more and more humble.

   There were dark ripples floating on the statue in front of him, and there was no echo of the magical image, only the strange sound mixed with ancient Thalassian and Void language was vaguely heard.

   It seemed that he was talking to a Naga under the deep sea, who should theoretically be a servant of Queen Azshara, but the Lord's attitude towards it was more humble than that of Queen Azshara.

   It was as if the depraved and glamorous queen was just a collaborator with ulterior motives in front of the lord, and the voice in front of him was more like his real superior.

   "Honorable Herald of Void, His steadfast servants await the will of the God of Darkness."

   "Storsong, the souls and flesh and blood collected in the past are being devoured by the Furnace of Storms, the uneasy pact has been dropped, the connection between the master and the material world has been reestablished, and Ny'alotha is opening the door.

   But to fully call upon His coming requires more flesh and tainted soul as fuel.

   You have to speed up. "

   The voice called "Void Herald" urged:

   "His eyes have been on you, and I will use this power to give you deeper power, and you will be his eyes to look directly into this absurd world.

   He is longing to come back here, and you must satisfy His longing. "

   "I am honored, Pioneer."

  Lord Stormsong trembled with excitement, and answered loudly with his twisted arms outstretched:

   "Let me be his eye, and I will sacrifice to him the whole fall of Kul Tiras. The warrior I promised to the great master is on his way.

  Daelin Proudmoore, the most powerful warrior and commander in the mortal world, the king of thousands of flesh and blood, will step into the dark temple of his master.

   His body will become the general of the dark empire's destroyer! His soul will become the master's torment plaything.

   This is sure to please the owner.

   And this is just the first step. Daelin's daughters, Jaina, the daughter of the sea, has a magical talent that rivals Azshara, and the eldest daughter of the sea, Fina Jinjian, exudes the smell of the enemy of the void.

   I can't smell wrong.

   One daughter will be the master's most powerful preacher of depravity, while the other daughter will be the sweet feast of the master's escape. "

"very good!"

  The mysterious figure named Void Herald is obviously very satisfied with Lord Stormsong's plan, or it doesn't care about the surname and family that is very prominent in the world.

   As long as the life is beneficial to the master, they can become their companions.

   is nothing more than a "promotion" of flesh and blood.

   "Storsong, come, come forward, accept the gift of the master, and be his eyes."

The    Pioneer called, and when the Lord stepped forward, a pure, restrained and huge void energy was poured out from the crack in front of him, and it was like an energy infusion, blessing the Lord's voided body.

   This is unbearable for any normal life.

The almost substantial blessing of the void energy, even if an adult dragon comes over, it will be corroded into a twisted monster in an instant, but for a senior old cultist like the Lord, such a pure void can only be said to be a blessing. A supreme enjoyment.

   In this dark place that has been infiltrated by the power of the void for hundreds of years, while his body is lifted into the air by the enhancement of the void, the polluted spirit can also escape into another dimension.

   was there to receive the "reward" from the dark master to whom he served.

   That process is like entering the "heaven" of all cultists, his mind floats above the sky, and the place he can see is a black city.

   Countless obelisks are suspended above the pyramid-like high platform in a fantastic posture, and the staggered arrangement reveals a religious and mysterious phantom.

  Beyond every obelisk, there is a powerful Krasis guarding, and under each obelisk is buried the coffin of a void warrior.

  Beyond those secret monuments there is a shining light.

   The dim, psychedelic light revolves tirelessly around the city like magma, which is the immortal turbid current composed of the creations of the abyss, they are roaring and chanting.

   And above the sky, at the end of the fallen city called Ny'alotha, like the sun-drenched rays of light burning at the end of the sky, like the morning light of dawn.

   but without a shred of holiness.

   That is the glory of the fall, and only believers who truly believe in the corruption of all things can glimpse the magnificence of this corrupt heart.

   Bathed in the darkness of glory, His low and powerful call will ring in his ears. The voices of thousands of people are superimposed into a sound that goes straight to the soul, making people want to kneel and sing.

   This is not the first time Lord Stormsong's soul has entered the Sleeping City of Ny'alotha, but it is definitely his deepest experience in the city.

   He even heard N'Zoth speak to him himself.

He listened hard, wanting to understand the oracle of the dark god, he was very fascinated and wanted to hear it more clearly, but soon, a strange scream woke the lord from this depraved "sacred". .

   The body was still suspended in the air of the Tide Hall, and the Lord, who received the infusion of power from the void, sensed the impact of the energy. When he opened his eyes, he saw the blue arc of light below the island like a heavy fist hammer.

With just one bombardment, the tidal barrier above the Temple of Storms was easily destroyed by the roar of the sea, and the mighty abyss evil **** Ezumat let out a deep pained cry.

  A black ghost ship full of broken tentacles fled in the furious sea, like a bear child who had done bad things, slipping faster than anyone else.

   N'Zoth is alerting him, danger is coming!

   Not down there, idiot!

above!

  Therefore, the Lord raised his head, the thick stone walls of the Tide Hall could not stop his vision strengthened by the void, he saw the end of the night, and he saw the strange machine that was suspended in the sky above the black clouds.

   He even saw the dwarf clapping his hands in celebration on the machine, and the smelly pirate sitting in the cockpit with a sneering smile on his lips.

Lord    never even saw him.

   But the pirate's smile gave him a sense of impending doom

   Then, he saw red light.

   A red light beating on the surface of a steel sphere that was rapidly falling above the temple, the rhythmically shining red light seemed to herald some kind of violent destruction to come.

  The energy is surging!

   Just inside the sturdy outer shell of the sphere, an energy that made the Lord terrified was rushing fast, as if someone had lit a flame in a warehouse full of gunpowder.

   "Boom"

  The violent energy burst out.

  The violently entangled slams danced with bizarre sparks resembling the power of creation, and a sound of destruction sounded above the temple of the Heart of Darkness.

  How to describe this light?

sun

  No, in the eyes of the cultists, this light is brighter and more destructive than a thousand suns.

   It didn't even cause a larger explosion, like a mine explosion, but the subsequent fission beams pierced through the entire dark temple like thousands of light arrows.

   It swept through every life in the temple like a shock wave.

Lord    screamed and raised his hands.

   stood in front of him like a child who saw the flames, and even he felt the terrifying destruction that wiped out the creation of the void from the existential level, not to mention the other Haixians.

   Even worse, the Lord's will is still connected to Ny'alotha Sleeping City.

   Amid the screams of the Lord as if he was about to be melted, there was also a "scream duet".

   Lord N'Zoth, who is rooted in the world but hidden in a small dimension higher than the world, has just opened his omniscient "eyes" in the material world, and he is greeted by an extremely dazzling light.

  The Demon of Thousand Beards re-closed the shell that he had opened in disgust, and then isolated its body from the "new eyes" that he had just given but had been scorched in the light that irritated his eyes.

   The sudden pain caused N'Zoth to roar in his own fallen city, and the entire sleeping city of Ny'alotha trembled.

  The voice of the void even passed through the cage and echoed on this undulating sea.

  It was not a language that mortals could understand, but the anger contained in it did not need ears to understand.

   If you have to convert it, N'Zoth might be saying:

   "Fuck! Which **** threw the flashbang? Come to trick me, a multi-million-year-old ancient god! Do you still have any morals! Is life in Azeroth so arrogant now?

   Kill you! "

   (end of this chapter)