Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 983 79. The ruthless God of War and his worthless trash son

  Finna and Heya crossed the sea to Shieldrest Island. They were full of execution and left the smelly pirate alone in Stormheim. There was no fun in this place other than watching the vrykul fight and bark.

   So while waiting for the Nagfar to pick him up, Black went to Hell. It is a revisit of the old place, of course, it is also necessary to check the situation of this small plane.

  The truth is very sad.

  The stinky pirate found that he was "excessive force" a few days ago, which caused the concentration of void energy in the plane of **** to rise rapidly.

  Especially in several places where the pirates fought with the Nine Valkyries, even liquid "Void Ooze Monsters" have appeared.

   These guys can jump around in the hell, which means that the will of the void is approaching here. This plane may soon be stripped and engulfed by the void from the material world, becoming a new broken earth suspended in the void world.

   Worst of all, the process is irreversible.

  Blake stood on the ruins of the Throne of Hela with a sigh, and felt the whispers of the void that kept rising all around him. In his vision, the dark prison that was originally dark has now been marked with a "degenerate filter".

   As far as the eye can see, there are lavender spots everywhere, and under the pale light above the head, there will be black floating eyeballs flashing away in some places.

   Even if the powers born from the void were actively courting him, Blake knew that this place was hopeless.

   He felt for a moment that he was sinful.

   If you change jobs, you just change jobs.

   Enmity is enmity.

   has already slashed the former boss, and now he has to raise his hometown again. This kind of beheading and killing is a bit too cold-blooded even for a black-hearted guy like Blake.

   But what can he do?

   It turns out that as long as Black casts spells with all his strength somewhere, he will definitely be noticed by the will of the void. His "assimilation" ability of the pure void that has not been "corrupted" is too strong.

   This **** has been "consecrated" to the void by him.

   Even if he didn't want to do it.

   "Looks like we have to finish the assassin's road to the end."

  The smelly pirate touched his nose and sighed.

The ending that    the **** will become a holy place in the void has proved that you can no longer use magic to kill people arbitrarily until the desperate situation.

   But it's not a bad thing, considering that there will definitely be many tough opponents in the future, Black is also equivalent to having a new "hole card" in disguise.

   You may lose in a head-to-head fight.

   But as long as you give me enough time, I can send you home with you into the warm void.

  It is a must for demolition.

   "You'd better kill yourself."

  Beside the stinky pirate, the big villain, the old man Thacher, levitated, turned around Black, and said with a grin:

   "If someone else finds out about the situation here, they will turn around and kill you before confronting the Burning Legion. After all, the Burning Legion only wants their lives, and you don't even spare their souls.

   Accepting the power of the void is the end.

   Betrayal and separation is your destiny, my evil apprentice. "

"Will not."

  The smelly pirate waved his hand and said solemnly:

   "They need me. Do you think Odin didn't find out about the mutation of the Underworld? The Lord of War didn't pull out Gungnir and kill me with a shot, which means he thought about it.

   The threat I may pose is nothing compared to the help I can offer. "

   "Very good, continue to maintain such a self-deceiving mentality, my apprentice."

  Thakir moved his skull up and down, and laughed loudly:

   "I will engrave on your epitaph 'He thought others would tolerate him, it turned out he was wrong, he won all his life, only lost this time'.

   That's a nice sentence, right? "

   "Shut up."

  The stinky pirate took a sip of wine in disgust, knocked **** Thacher's skull, and said:

   "If you break your mouth again, I won't change your body for you."

   "Of course you don't have to change it for me, my apprentice, I've been dead for tens of thousands of years, and I see it very openly."

  Thakir said in a "gentle" tone:

   "Just next time you fight for you, don't blame me if I accidentally target someone else, after all, I'm getting old, my eyesight is dim, and I'm angry when someone misses an appointment.

   In short, anything is possible. "

   "Are you threatening me?"

  The pirates stood up from where they were and looked at the chaotic eternal battlefield behind.

   Hela's departure does not mean that **** has settled down, and the infestation of the void will not be immediately noticed by the ghosts here, and they are still undergoing another form of "bankruptcy reorganization".

  This broken land is full of undead of all races, because the Queen of Hell's temporary "going down" has turned into a pot of porridge.

   Several Hylagar warlords under Hela who had escaped the raid of the heroic spirits have already pulled up their teams and began to attack each other for temporary control of the hell.

  Whether there is a Queen of Hell is no longer important to Hell, the ancient "rules" have been set here.

   And it's working.

   Maybe this is what Void wants to see.

   All are trying their best to gain power for themselves, ignoring the real threat, and only after their ridiculous war is over will they find that they have nowhere to run.

   "Among the six powers, the void was the first to discover my potential and give me true power."

  Blake raised his head melancholy, looked at the pale sky, and sighed:

   "But who wouldn't want to be a saviour hero if he could?"

   "Don't you still have Elune's gaze?"

  Thakir hung over Black's shoulder, and it whispered:

"After my death, I really saw the corner of the veil that unraveled the mysteries of the stars. Lady Elune is a thigh that can't be thicker. As long as you become her voter, you have to stand aside for any void or evil energy. .

  The best thing is that you have got her attention, you are not much happier than other people who are trapped in a desperate situation, and you still have the right to choose. "

   "You said it easily."

  Blake spit out:

   "Ms. Elune's thigh is something I can hug if I want? She just looked at me on it and didn't give me any hints, as if she was going to test me.

   Just rubbing, never going deep, tempting people to dedicate to her, but not giving any substantive promises, tempting people swaying, but only showing and not touching.

  The full scumbag attitude.

   Old Pua. "

   "Shhhhh, are you dying?"

  Thakir exclaimed:

   "You dare to say anything, right? I think you will die with this mouth sooner or later! How come you open your mouth when you are alone?"

   "I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?"

   Black pouted and said:

   "They've been dead for nearly 30,000 years, and they're still so timid. No wonder they were eaten by Archimonde. There's nothing to see here, which is destined to fall into the void.

   Even if Hela came back from the Maw, she would have to find a new territory. "

  The stinky pirate lost interest in the hell, he turned and jumped into the floating shadow, and marched outside the hell, while walking, said to Takir:

   "Calculate the time, the Nagfar will arrive tonight, and when the time comes, I will put on a body for you, just as I fulfill my promise and work hard in the future, you know?

   Don't disappoint my hard work. "

   "You have a fart!"

  Thakir complained:

   "When others get me, they will do their best to ask me for knowledge and strength, and I will graciously satisfy them until they die in the pursuit of strength.

   came to you, but disdain my wisdom, just use me as your weapon

   If I hadn't been able to beat you, I would have killed you, you **** who blasphemed knowledge. "

   "Don't say that, your ruthless face makes me very sad."

  Black covered his face and said:

   "I thought we were working together happily, but I didn't expect you to treat me like this, I just developed your potential, you should thank me.

   Before you met me, you had no idea that your saliva was so powerful. "

   "Turn, shameless."

  The old man was very annoyed, its upper and lower jaw bones moved, spit out the mark of the enlightener belonging to Archimonde, and threw it into Black's hands.

Say:

   "I don't need it anymore, my sealed wisdom has been unsealed, and I'm about to get a new carrier, keep it, I have unlocked all the restrictions of the enlightenment mark.

   You can learn the defiler's supreme magic from it.

  In the case that Void Magic cannot be used casually, you also need to re-learn some powerful magic as a means of combat. What are you doing with this sissy expression? "

"nothing."

  Blake put on a tearful gesture in the shadows, wiped his eyes hypocritically, and said to Uncle Thacher:

   "I'm just moved to see that you care so much about me. You still like me, right? Master Thacher, we're actually very good friends, right?"

   "Shut up!"

  Thakir said that he was disgusted.

   The skull said cursingly:

   "I just don't want to see this world being sacrificed to the void by you little by little. After my resurrection, I always need a place to stay. I think it's pretty good here."

   "You have nowhere to go."

  Black tossed the Enlightenment mark in his hand up and down, blinked his eyes and said to Thakiel:

   "Why don't I give you a job, you see, Dean Lanyue has been 'washed', she won't come to my ship to help, Prince Farondis will also teach at Narthas College.

   Archmage Elam likes his new job very much, so after all that, the anti-aircraft firepower on the Nagfar is seriously insufficient.

   Why don't you be the 'caster' on my ship in the future?

   All spellcasters are at your command.

  It’s all right, you can go to the Warlock Academy to teach the apprentices a few lessons. In order to express my welcome and respect for you, do you want to build the Warlock Academy into Mac’Aree’s Mystery Palace style?

   I know you will miss those days when you were still alive. "

   "Mystery Palace."

  Thakir muttered the word, and after a few seconds it said:

   "Okay, this idea is not a bad idea. If I can teach another disciple like Archimonde, forget it, I don't want this, there are not many such people in the entire group of stars."

When    was talking, Old Master Thacher stared at Black in front of him with dark eyes, but the stinky pirate didn't seem to sense that there was something in the old man's words at all.

   I don't know if he is playing stupid.

   After coming out of the Hades, Blake rushed to the Nassar coast at the junction of Storm Fjord and the High Mountain, where the haze was the meeting place he and Sefir had agreed to meet.

   By the time Black arrived, the Nagfar was already docked on the dark, damp, misty coast. And on the shore of the Nagfar, some people were shouting and arguing.

   "You dare to scold me? You little bastard!"

  Grom Hellscream's angry voice rang out in the fog, and it sounded like the chief was so angry that he wanted to slash people, and there were people pulling the frame next to him.

   "Grom, forget it, why are you angry with the child?"

   That's good old Cairne Bloodhoof.

   "Let go of me, Kane, I'm going to teach this a good lesson."

   "Come on, you hack me to death!"

   Another angry voice sounded beside him, with an undisguised hideous and rebellious voice.

   The guy shouted:

   "It's like you hacked the other people who didn't obey you! It's like you left your mother in the wilderness to die! It's like you took your butchers to kill all the people in your hometown.

   You're the best at slaughtering, aren't you?

  You **** who took the lead in drinking the blood of the devil! You are the sinner of Draenor! Others are afraid of you, dare not say it, I am not afraid!

  You made me humiliated!

  You shame the entire Warsong clan and all the orcs because of you!

   A kind-hearted person like Grandma Gaia can't justify your crimes. Every time she mentions you, Grandma will be sad for a long time. She felt that she didn't teach you well, but she did her best, you were born a cold-blooded butcher!

  Come, hack me!

   Hack your son!

   Don't you always think that I'm an incompetent cumbersome waste?

  Grom Hellscream, slash!

   Can't you mention Gorehowl? "

   "Garrosh, shut up! Things were complicated back then, and it wasn't you."

   Another voice sounded, the sound should be the old orc of Brox, there was a hint of helplessness in the scolding, but soon, others began to support Garrosh who was scolded.

   "It's you old orcs who ruined Draenor! Everyone can't live well, you ruined your hometown, and you came to this world to burn and loot.

   But we orcs are not like that!

   We are not born destroyers, it is all because of your youthful mistakes that we have lost our future. What right do you have to scold us?

   What qualifications do you have to play prestige here! "

   "Oh, this little girl Agna has sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, and she is still protecting Garrosh, so there is no guessing."

  The stinky pirate who watched the fun slipped into the fog, hid in the shadow of the Nagfar, and watched a group of orcs quarrel before him. The young orcs faced off against the old ones, and the two sides were deadlocked.

  Kane, who was carrying a bag, was embarrassed to stand in it. In a distance, Varok Saurfang was whispering to his long-lost child, Dranosh.

   This father and son have a harmonious relationship.

   is in stark contrast to the Hellscream father and son who are eager to cut off both sides.

   "Blake, come up, where are you hiding?"

   On the deck of the ghost ship, a group of people were also lying there eating melons and watching a play, Fenna waved down on it, and threw a rope for the pirates, but Blake shook his head.

   He called in his heart, and his precious daughter, who was hiding in the cabin playing "Devil Warriors", screamed and appeared with a swoosh, happily hugging her father and returning to the deck in a teleportation.

  Blake stroked the head of the smiling "good daughter", took a handful of fried sunflower seeds from Fina's hand, rubbed his chin down, and said:

   "What's the matter? How did they meet?"

   "Honestly speaking, did you arrange it on purpose? You are too bad, do you know?"

   (end of this chapter)