Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 826 157. Ah, witness this terrible power of sugar!

   "Go, go, who's afraid of who?"

  Finner got Black's "secret instructions". She shook her head, carrying her long sword and heavy shield, and walked towards the path leading to the core of the Furnace of Storms, followed by the others.

  Gene gave Black a vicious look, and quickly followed.

   He was a king after all.

  Although the werewolf form is animalistic, he still maintains his sanity by relying on the potion of Moonlight Grass.

   I came here to rescue Daelin and make him owe him a big favor, so as to promote the alliance between Gilneas and Kul Tiras. This is the real important thing.

   And the short battle just now also proved that with his current control of werewolf power, he is no match for the stinky pirates.

   is not the moment for one-hit kills.

   Mrs. Jinjian heard Blake's description and speculation about Dai Lin's mind, and she would be anxious to take her lover away from this dangerous place.

   She didn't want to see Daelin become N'Zoth's deadly minion. In the same way, the great knight Uther did not want to see Daelin's degeneration after victory.

   But Lady Nasa and the Arch Druid did not follow.

  The former thinks that if the stinky pirate doesn’t leave, there must be something behind him. It’s safer to stay here, and he’s already found here. He hasn’t seen Ms. Maiev yet, which makes Nasa even more worried.

  As for the Arch Druid, I want to talk to the pirates about the Scythe of the Moon God.

   At least ask which area of ​​Ashenvale the sickle is in?

   Ashenvale is the core area of ​​the night elves' ruled area. The vast forest is more than twice the size of the Elwynn Forest. If there is no specific guidance, it will depend on the Druid to find the year of the monkey.

   "King Mechagon's mechanical origin theory appears to be true."

The adjutant    watched the steel Daelin wrapped in anger below, slashing the undefeated posture of the Void Herald with one halberd, she whispered beside the pirate:

   "If the human beings who have been 'returned to the source' have such exaggerated combat power, then perhaps it is possible to reorganize a mythical army and enter the lair of the ancient gods to completely purify the world.

  If everyone is an iron warrior like Dai Lin, maybe it only takes a few thousand people to eradicate the pollution of the ancient gods? After all, they are all sealed in cages, and they are far less powerful than the Age of Dark Empires. "

   "Then you really dare to think. Not to mention that the unfinished mechanical return bomb has a two-thirds casualty rate, even if the conversion is really completed, it will become a mindless steel madman.

  Daelin was able to maintain her sanity because Fina, the idiot, gave him my Odin shield, and the shield created by the Titans helped him survive the thought impact of returning to the source.

   But such an example is not reproducible. "

   Black replied in a low tone:

   "Besides, who said that steel creations are not afraid of the void? If it is so simple, how did the curse of flesh and blood that spread all over the world happen?

  You really think the fallen majesty of the ancient gods is too simplistic. They have mastered the method of defeating the creation of the Titans long before countless epochs.

  Did you go deep into the corrupt temple of the Thousand-Eyed Demon C'Thun during the thousand-year battle of quicksand? How did Ms. Lin Ge, who had a secret passage, die? Why did the dragon sacrifice himself to seal the Qiraji Zerg Empire?

   These **** examples should be enough to teach you lessons.

   Never underestimate the threat that the ancient gods can create. Compared with these hidden crises of extinction, the frontal attack of the Burning Legion is definitely very friendly.

  The former is the long-term torture of cutting flesh with a soft knife, and the latter is to die if it can’t stand it, and at least to have a good time.

   But don’t have to think about those future things now.

   For the victory we are about to achieve, let’s worry about tomorrow. "

   Black laughed and turned to "look" at the righteous people who were coming to join them. Dasuohan held the shield of the guardian of truth, and the halo that resisted the erosion of the void illuminated this dark hall.

   The dagger in Shaw's hands was drinking the blood of the void in today's battle, and the eyeball decoration on the hilt has become more agile. The Uncrowned are in high spirits, and the priests have begun to try to purify the place with the Holy Light.

   Black's plan is now more than half completed.

   The Void Herald guarding this place has been hacked to death by Daelin. If N'Zoth does not send more powerful servants over, the Furnace of Storms will change hands today.

  This will become Baku's new lair.

  The root of darkness of the Church of the Storm will also be uprooted by the righteous.

   Kul Tiras' biggest tumor was truly eradicated.

  Black will also reap his own victory, and everyone who participates in the battle will get a satisfactory result.

   But, it may not be that easy.

   "My dear little master, N'Zoth is trying to open the gates of Ny'alotha Sleeping City deep in the Furnace of Storms, at your feet.

  The fluctuation of the void power of the ancient gods became clearer and clearer, and you really **** it off. "

  Xalatas reminded quietly in Black's ear:

   "Although N'Zoth himself is still imprisoned in the titan cage, it is clear that it will open the ruins of the fallen holy place in this melting pot, and teach you mortals who dare to slap their noses in the face.

  I think it's time for you to retreat now, and leave the sea serpent who is not afraid of the void here.

   N'Zoth's Impotent Rage cannot harm it.

After all, the Demon of Thousand Beards is the weakest among us. After cutting off its minions, as long as you are not stupid enough to take the initiative to step into Ny'alotha, it can only stare with big eyes and 'scare' you. . "

   "That's exactly what I planned."

  Blake raised his hand with a smile, and made a "retreat" gesture to the big knight and Windrunner's mother. The latter immediately understood, and immediately contacted the little star who was guarding the back road outside the furnace.

   Soon, with the assistance of Archmage Modera, the portal of the blue dragon was opened with difficulty, sending the warriors who had cleaned up the void of the furnace out of the furnace to rest.

  Blake looked back at the Fallen Sanctuary below, Lady Golden Sword and Fina were also cautiously approaching the steel vrykulized Daelin, and the admiral seemed to remain sane.

   But after the Void Herald died in battle, the tightly closed eyeball on the rearmost wall of the Sanctuary of Flesh, wrapped in flesh, eyestalks, and tentacles, began to tremble.

   As if some sleeping flesh giant was about to open his eyes.

   This is the sign that Xalatas said that the gate of Ny'alotha Sleeping City is about to open in the material world. N'Zoth, who has lost too many minions today, is planning to go into battle shirtless.

   "The little abacus of the Demon of Thousand Bears is very good."

  The pirate looked at the trembling eyeballs in front of him and said to Xalatas:

   "It has lost an important pawn, the Church of the Storms, today, which is a heavy loss.

   But as long as these 'warriors' who overthrew the Church of the Storms can lure them into depravity with the power of the void and become their new servants, then not only will their power not be damaged, but they will instantly rise to a new level. "

   "It's beautiful!"

  Xalatas ruthlessly ridiculed:

"When N'Zoth was suppressed by the Titan's cage and could not get out of it at all, it could only send its fallen army to come, with its current power, in the case that Queen Azshara did not appear. , Little Master, the group of 'warriors' you have gathered is enough to deal with any situation.

  I think the only thing you need to worry about, little master, is if Queen Azshara really wants to come and join in the fun.”

   "Isn't that His Majesty the Tide Hunter and his Hydraxian Water Elemental Legion just going up?"

  Black smiled and tossed an exquisite Baron Medal of the Hydraxian Legion in his hand, saying:

"Just in the waters nearby, let my great tide hunter and those mad naga have a 'sea king decisive battle'. As the most loyal torrent baron under his command, I will definitely be there to watch, for me The brave Tidehunter His Majesty cheered.

   Besides, do you really think Azshara is N'Zoth's loyal servant?

  No, no, no, if I can really kill N'Zoth directly here, Her Majesty, the most powerful and beautiful queen in history, will graciously give me half of her deep sea empire.

   At least half!

  Look.

   I have already made everything clear. "

  The stinky pirate with a "wish fulfillment" expression, staggered his fingers, posing a famous scene of a certain commander, he looked at the communication between Dai Lin and everyone below.

   He said softly:

   "For this battle, I have overwhelmed all the 'connections' and energy I have accumulated. I am sure that I can win, and I am certain that this war that I started will be over before it starts.

  To be honest, if I can still lose in this situation, I might as well just wipe my neck now. "

  The conversation between Black and Xal'atas is somewhat "missing". Because N'Zoth is not only a general under the command of Queen Azshara, but also another big dog, that is, the ancestor Satxavius.

   But this guy is obviously not worth mentioning.

   Neither Black nor Xalatas counted that shameful thing as a threat.

   What if it does come?

   "Three Clan Slaves", the ancestor Sartre is only worthy of reaching the threshold of a demigod, and he can only exert his strongest strength in a dream.

   In the battlefield of the material world, Baku, a glutton who will be "stationed" here for a long time in the future, will eat it steadily.

   "Oh, I'm really lucky now. When I met you, my little master, I knew that you would definitely achieve a career, so I respectfully offered my loyalty."

  Xalatas said in Blake's ear with a tone of direct expression:

   "If I was ignorant at the beginning, would you have used these terrible plans against me, little master? No matter how I think about it, I seem to have no chance of winning.

   You are such a scary and mysterious man, my little master. The more majestic you look at you, the more I want to swallow you.

   Why don't you give me a chance? "

   "Ah, I finally remembered why I drove you away at that time."

  The pirate rubbed his forehead and said in his heart:

   "Don't be so clingy, be serious."

   "Hehehe"

  Xalatas, with a sense of "successful flirting," said to Black:

   "Look below, little master, the gates of Ny'alotha are about to open, and N'Zoth is about to project his will into the material world, and it will show the ignorant mortals the aftermath of the fall of the dark empire.

   This is a once-in-a-lifetime grand scene. "

   "It's time to start."

  Blake, who had always been silent in the eyes of Nasa and the Great Druid, suddenly said something very clever, causing the two to look down.

   Almost as soon as Blake's voice fell, on the wall of the Fallen Sanctuary below, the trembling giant eyes of flesh and blood opened.

The   yellow terrifying eyeballs move quickly in the spray of mucus and blood, sweeping all life in front of them with a terrifying sensation.

   At this moment, the divine power of Tyr in Fina's body erupted like a raging flame, and a silver halo erupted, shrouding everyone around him. This is the ancient confrontation between the divine power of order and the most depraved chaos power.

   The Silver Hand Hammer in Uther's hand also shines brightly, wrapping everyone in fiery light.

   But Rao was sheltered by Fina's outburst of divine power and blessed with the holy emblem by the hand of silver. Everyone, including the werewolf Jean, still felt an irresistible pressure at this moment.

   It is as if the sky and the earth are torn apart, and the chaotic darkness when all things first opened is creeping.

   A gust of wind filled with the void blew, and the weight of the soul was like a shackle, causing everyone to hold their heads and wailing at this moment. The so-called legendary power that is incomparably proud in the mortal world is as fragile as paper in the face of such power.

   Even Nasa and the Great Druid, who were not looked directly at by the eyes of N'Zoth, lowered their bodies at this moment, hugging their heads and screaming.

That kind of feeling is like a red-hot iron stabbed into the brain fiercely, and it spins wildly in it for several times, twisting all the reason and thoughts into pieces, and being re-recovered in the chaotic movement of the invisible big hand. Synthesized monster stance.

   Everyone has emotions, everyone has shadows.

   And these inherent weaknesses, in the face of ancient gods like N'Zoth, are all weapons that can be used. It doesn't need to come out in person to deal with these ignorant mortals who push their noses on their faces.

   It takes only one look at the void, and one voice of depravity, and it is enough for them to defeat themselves.

   This is a "program" that was "set" when the curse of flesh and blood came down hundreds of thousands of years ago!

   The mortal world where all things are competing in front of us was not established by the promotion of these ancient gods?

  The captive cattle and sheep actually want to rebel against their masters

   Hehe, that's ridiculous!

  Everyone almost bowed down to the **** of darkness in the whispering whispers in their hearts, in the fallen glory swayed by the city of Ny'alotha.

   Even the shining of the Holy Light was so dim, the great knight Uther had a ferocious face, but he couldn't stop his body from kneeling down.

   But among the crowd, there were only three people standing upright.

   They are Dalene Proudmoore, Fenna Golden Sword Proudmoore, and Blake.

  Uh, Derek Proudmoore.

   Well, it's all Proudmoore, this family is really amazing.

   (end of this chapter)