Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1213 309. This place is a forbidden area for goblins! Trespassers shall die! 【Qingming Festival extra update 15】

Xal'atath has no physical body. She can now manifest the smoke body of Sha power only because after swallowing the Sha of Pride, she has obtained all the remnants of power left by Y'Shaarj.

Sha energy is driven by emotions to become powerful, and it can appear in physical form, but this is just a unique attribute of power, and it does not mean that Xal'atath is divorced from the current status of the conscious body.

To do more, she still needs a body that exists in the material world.

but

Even with his current ghost-like consciousness, Xal'atath can still accomplish a lot.

For example, in this dark secret room, the dark essence that fully manifests the form of the Seven Evils hangs in human form in front of the pirates. When calling with both hands, the huge and shriveled heart of darkness floats up bit by bit.

"A guy like this who only has his last remaining sound dares to seduce my little master? Do you know that he only belongs to me?"

Xal'atath sneered and sneered, and using his advantage as the essence of the void, he began to sort out the last remaining myths in the heart of darkness in front of him.

Once this process is complete, everything belonging to Y'Shaarj will truly be wiped out millions of years after its death.

However, Xal'atath's "wild" behavior still did not attract the intervention of the Mantid heroes. They knelt down in front of the Dark Essence enthusiastically, singing in the language of the Mantid the return of the Dark Master and the Ancient One.

They seem to have determined that whoever holds the Heart of Darkness is the "reincarnation" of the ancient venerable.

As for what those who obtain the Heart of Darkness will do to the remnants of the consciousness of the previous ancient venerable, that is not something they need to pay attention to.

This is a matter between the old gods and the new gods, and has nothing to do with sincere believers.

Besides, look at the God of Darkness in front of you.

Not only can she control the heart of darkness to surrender to her, but she can also control the seven powers left behind by the ancient sages so perfectly that even her humble "human pet" has been given the power to control evil energy.

The mantids have lived in Pandaria for so many years, but they have never heard of anyone who is so familiar with the mysterious Sha power, and can even bestow the power of neither good nor evil on their subordinates.

This is definitely the real master of darkness.

The ancient lord has returned!

The Klaxxi Council's sacred mission was finally completed today.

From then on, the mantid was no longer a rootless civilization. After wandering for tens of thousands of years, they finally returned to the embrace of their gods.

Full of suffering and disaster, it illustrates the great cycle of life and death, and can finally enter a greater stage!

And the great ancient lord's humble "human pet" Blake stood there quietly holding the Salamani sword and his new collection in his hand, watching Xal'atath use the power of the Seven Evils to activate the weak darkness. heart of.

The Dark Essence reversely injects the seven sources of evil energy it has collected into the heart of darkness, just like a thirsty pond finally receiving a trickle of moisture.

The withered heart began to beat weakly visible to the naked eye while recovering its own power. At the same time, the last myth belonging to Y'Shaarj was ruthlessly crushed and abandoned by Xal'atath.

The old guy who has been eliminated by the times will just lie down in his grave!

Don't continue to be a monster in this era that doesn't belong to you.

"Ah, what are you doing?"

The scene in the secret room in front of them caused the four people who had arrived belatedly to stand on the spot. This was the first time Fenner saw the materialized Xal'atath, and she suddenly let out an exclamation.

Taran Zhu noticed the Heart of Darkness suspended in the air and the mantid heroes kneeling on the ground.

The leader of the Shado-Pan's eyes tightened in an instant. He felt a tremor from the bottom of his heart. He involuntarily drew out the Staff of the Mist Dragon and launched a flying dragon into the sky towards the Heart of Darkness.

He's going to crush it!

The ancient masters of the mantid must not be allowed to return, and control of this mighty swarm must not be allowed to fall into the hands of others.

That wasn't just a disaster for Pandaria.

That would be a disaster for the whole world!

"boom"

As soon as Zhu Taran took off, he saw a wisp of black shadow flickering, and Blake, wearing the Moon God armor, appeared in front of his take-off route, blocking Xal'atath and the Heart of Darkness.

The rung of the Elven Divine Sword in his hand slashed downwards, and in the collision with the Dragon Staff, he suppressed Zhu Taran's momentum and pushed the Pandaren Grand Master back to the ground.

The two landed almost at the same time.

Taran Zhu's arrogant behavior completely angered the heroes. Without the order of the ancient lord Xal'atath, the mantid warriors headed by the Supreme Korfan flew over and surrounded the pandaren.

Not just them.

Even after Master Zhu took the initiative to attack, even the idiot Fenna who had been fighting alongside him pulled out the Troll Divine Sword and aimed it at Grandmaster Gungun from behind.

Apparently, Finna trusts Blake far more than she trusts her new friend.

Even to the point of not distinguishing between right and wrong, and only obeying the stinky pirates. For this reason alone, there is no problem in convicting her of "blind obedience".

Dai Lin and Grom in the rear still had the momentum left after fighting each other, but these two guys did not express their attitude immediately, uncharacteristically.

They all even took a step back.

Obviously, the cunning king and the conspiracy-hating chief didn't intend to get involved in the affairs of the pandas and the stinky pirates in front of them, well, not yet.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing, Master Zhu?"

After Blake landed, he looked at Zhu Talan in surprise and said:

"Isn't this what we agreed in advance? You give me your friendship, and I help you solve the Mantid trouble. As you can see, I have solved it.

Could it be that Master Zhu is still dissatisfied? "

"The 'solution' you mentioned does not seem to be the same concept as the 'solution' we understand."

Taran Zhu looked at the mantid heroes with fanatical faces in front of him, he frowned and said:

"It's not reassuring to have control of the Mantid fall into anyone's hands, let alone that it's in your hands now. As long as you want, this power can poison the world immediately."

"It will not."

Blake waved his hand, pointed to the sky, and said:

"Although you may not believe it, I am indeed half a clergyman, and my bright and great 'female boss' does not allow me to do this.

If you need a guarantee, I'll tell you.

I will take the mantid away, I will send them to a truly good place, where their ancient masters have assigned them a responsibility that is both honor and purpose.

You won't see them in Azeroth anymore.

Are you satisfied with this answer? "

"If that's the case then we can accept it."

Hearing Blake's statement, Zhu Taran immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he still has doubts about the pirate's guarantee, based on what Black did in Pandaria during this period, this is indeed a result that everyone can accept.

"Take it away."

Master Zhu carried the Dragon Staff behind his back, made a monk gesture to Blake, looked at the unsettling heart of darkness, and said:

"Take this ancient evil away from this continent, as far away as possible."

"OK, no problem."

Blake nodded and asked again:

"So, I have made a guarantee, what do you have to pay for this guarantee? Master Zhu, you don't think that I will give in without any benefits, do you?"

"Say your terms!"

I wish Taran was not angry.

As the leader of Pandaria, he had realized before that Black's guarantee would not be so "cheap", and he had already adapted to this pattern in his previous contacts with the pirates.

Besides, for such a big matter, it is really difficult to reassure both parties without negotiating terms or something.

"We are all so familiar, so I won't open my mouth like a lion."

Black waved his hand, signaling the mantid heroes to retreat.

But the heroes ignored him at all.

They are just human pets of the ancient sages, and they still want to command us, loyal servants of the dark lord?

What a beautiful thought!

This scene also made Xalatas cover her mouth and chuckle, but in front of outsiders, a mature woman would always leave face to her lover, so she coughed.

The heroes immediately retreated, and they were surprisingly submissive.

This little embarrassment could not move the stinky pirate at all. He curled his lips and said to Zhu Talan:

"There's one last thing I want in Pandaria, but I'll get it myself.

By the way, I will help you solve another potential trouble. After I finish, the Shado-Pan can go to the misty island northwest of the Mantis Plateau to accept a huge palace.

It might be the main city of the Pandaren civilization.

After all, a civilization that occupies a continent would be looked down upon if it didn't have a mighty home court.

As for what I want, it's simple. "

Blake snapped his fingers and said:

"After the fog clears, Pandaria, a continent located on the golden route of the South China Sea, will definitely attract competition from all parties. Your position is too deadly.

Your appearance will cause irreversible changes in the South China Sea shipping routes.

And my request is.

Except for the Steamwheedle Consortium, no subordinates of the Goblin Consortium are allowed to board Pandaria! Not even one! They are not allowed to have any business dealings with Pandaria.

Once I find out that you have an official commercial license, I will be very angry. I wish you the best. "

Having said this, Blake glanced at Dai Lin behind him.

The latter coughed and said to Zhu Talan:

"That's right, I wish you the best, Master.

Goblins who love wealth and do anything for money are the source of disaster. Their bad character is incompatible with Pandaria. Those annoying guys are simply the embodiment of desire.

I know the pandaren lack the sea power to stop the goblins from carrying out smuggling operations, but your loyal friends in Kul Tiran are willing to help you solve this problem.

As long as you allow us to have a small port here, I can guarantee that you can perfectly fulfill all your agreements with Black Shaw. "

Blake didn't seem to hear Dai Lin's "slander".

He didn't care about Kul Tiras' development in Pandaria.

In fact, this is what he likes to see. The harder the Kul Tiran fleet and the goblin plutocrats fight, the more beneficial it will be to the establishment of the "circuit route around Azeroth" in Black's imagination.

Dai Lin was willing to take the initiative to jump into this muddy water, and it was not too late for Blake to be happy.

As for the interests of the undead pirates in Pandaria, don't be kidding. There is no need to mention this condition. With Black's relationship with the Supreme Gods, Pandaria will be the same as the hometown of the undead pirates in the future.

Come when you want and leave when you want.

Of course, the premise is that they can't be stopped by the Kul Tirans, but that's not what Black needs to worry about.

Any subordinate who can be stopped is a waste!

His fleet doesn't need trash!

"I've never seen a goblin."

Zhu Taran was a little hesitant and said:

"But there are goblins in Pandaria. They also like to do business and don't follow the rules. But if the goblins have the same character as the goblins."

"Authentic goblins are much worse than the land goblins who only know how to raise yaks."

Blake snorted and said:

"I guess you must be worried about conflict with the goblins, but this is how the world works. My dear Master Zhu, if you want to get my friendship, you have to give up the stinky friendship of the goblins.

You can't be greedy and want everything.

Okay, let's stop here. Fenner, take the guests out. It will take some time to complete. Let's meet up on the Nagfar later. "

"oh."

Fenna responded, glanced curiously at Xalatas suspended in the air, and then dragged Zhu Taran away. Dai Lin glanced at Black, and the admiral finally turned and left without saying anything.

He now has really complicated feelings towards this rebellious son who is getting more and more capable, but he doesn't intend to say anything to Blake in this place.

Grom was the last to go.

He obviously had not yet satisfied his desire to fight, and looked at Black eagerly, but the latter made an "air blast" move on him, which made the orc chief bar his teeth.

He picked up the blood roar, shook his head, and after taking a few steps, he turned back and asked:

"You're taking the mantid to Draenor?"

"Tsk, who said the Hellscream family has no brains?"

Blake exclaimed:

"Isn't this very smart? Is this the 'power wisdom' of the Giant Killer family?"

"Am I looking for a beating?"

Grom, who had lost a lot of weight, shook his fist in displeasure. Today he seemed to be particularly "tolerant" of Black. In the past, this kind of provocation was enough for the orc chief to prepare for a massacre.

"Just kidding.

Yes, I want to take them to Draenor, Zangarhai and Gorgrond, places that are suitable for them to live for a long time, and there are enough 'prey' there for the mantids to continue their tradition of 'great reincarnation'. "

Blake sat on the unlocked Titan Mystery Lock, crossed his legs, took out his pipe, and said:

"Do you have any comments or suggestions, Lord Grom?"

"No."

The war chief shook his head and walked into the darkness with Gorehowl on his shoulders. After a few seconds, he whispered:

"You're not going to ruin the place, are you?"

"Not planning on it yet."

Blake replied:

"After all, that is the home of the orcs, what? Sir Grom wants to go home for a visit? Do you need me to make arrangements?"

Grom's footsteps slowly faded away, and there was a sigh:

"Not now, not then."