Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Blake had dealt with N'Zoth a long time ago. At that time, he and his wife Maiev destroyed N'Zoth's holy city of Ny'alotha. He heard that the void land independent of the material world had arrived. It hasn't recovered yet.

This directly resulted in N'Zoth's servants having nowhere to go.

Those cultists could only stay at the bottom of the sea under the unfriendly treatment of the Nagas, and could only roam around the world, becoming organized street gangs that everyone shouted and beat.

The stinking pirate also personally went to C'Thun's sealed place, but compared to N'zoth's "fraternity", C'Thun is a miser. He is only interested in the bugs that obey him, and gave them the blessing of the void. Help the Insect Man to be born.

Unfortunately, C'Thun's warm little family was also destroyed by Blake, a bastard who wandered everywhere. Even C'Thun himself became a ball of anima embedded in the pirate's gauntlet.

He also personally released the sealed heart of darkness of Lord Y'Shaarj, and used it to preside over the resurrection ceremony for his dark lover.

This is basically equivalent to Blake having dealt with all the Old Gods in Azeroth.

Yogg-Saron was the last one he came to visit.

To be honest, compared to the cages and appearances of other ancient gods, Yogg-Saron is indeed powerful. He is powerful in all aspects, whether it is pure physical strength or the power of the void outlined in sounds and dreams. able.

There is nothing wrong with it claiming to be the most powerful ancient god after Y'Shaarj. Unfortunately, as Xal'atath mentioned in the series of failures he listed before, this guy's brain doesn't seem to work very well.

Not that it's stupid.

Probably because of its strength, it doesn't like to use conspiracy to solve problems, which directly leads to many of its evil arrangements being used or picked off by the cunning N'zoth.

This is especially true of the erosion of the Emerald Dream.

But to be honest, Yogg-Saron doesn't care about the weak N'Zoth stealing some leftovers from his plate. After all, in terms of actual results, after Y'shaarj dies, it is indeed the most likely to devour it. The ancient god of the world.

The premise is that it can survive to the end in today's void civil war without being eaten up and wiped clean by the dog men and women who join forces in front of them.

But because it was a civil war in the void, the battle between the three was not cool at all.

Whether it is Yogg-Saron's spiritual impact or Xal'atath's evil power, the effects on each other are suppressed to a minimum because the void power comes from the same source.

After all, you can't expect to drive an ancient god crazy using illusions or emotions, right?

People are born from the abyss of the void filled with madness and depravity. There is no such thing as reason in them. How can they destroy something that does not exist at all?

After the Ancient God's most terrifying method of "sanity destruction" was completely abolished, this "Three Demons War" could only be downgraded to a confrontation between physics and magic.

To put it simply, it’s back to the scene of fighting each other to see who can’t withstand it first.

Well, in a sense, this is a return to nature.

Yogg-Saron is very confident about his own vitality.

Although Xal'atath has been resurrected, she is inherently deficient. In this cruel and bloody battle that bites each other like wild beasts, she will definitely not be Yogg-Saron's opponent.

But the problem is, Xal'atas didn't come alone.

She also brought helpers.

"boom"

The Demon of Thousand Maws waved its terrifying and ferocious tentacles and brought up the heavy hammer of shadow to hit the ground. The chaotic energy blasted into the entire cage in the form of a shock wave. There was no place to dodge, forcing Xal'atath to eat hard. This attack.

Fortunately, the lamia's magic shield was strong enough to withstand it for the time being. She waved and threw a few magic balls mixed with flames and ice as a counterattack.

But Yogg-Saron didn't dodge at all, letting the poor magic hit him and tear his mouth open.

It hurts a little, but it's not a big problem.

It still has more than 990 remaining mouths, each of which can emit an energy shock similar to the wail of a banshee, making the cage chaotic like the dying doomsday earth.

"I said, don't worry about your perfect image in my heart now, okay?"

Black, who was holding a sword, did not join the battle. He stood on the edge like an outsider, dodging Yogg-Saron's violent magic attacks while shouting to Xal'atath:

"Show your true form in the void. How can you fight if you don't transform? Just look at the size difference between the two sides. There is no need to fight."

"Close your eyes first!"

Xal'atath dodged with a swish, then made a huge and shocking arcane impact in the air and hit the Thousand-Maw Demon, and screamed at the pirate.

"When did this happen! You stupid girls are really hopeless."

Black cursed and took out a black, demon hunter-style blindfold from his arms to cover his eyes. He opened his arms and said:

"It's no problem now. I can't see it. Uh, I'll pretend I can't see it. Let's transform into a big scary monster. Idiot, you will be eaten alive by it!"

After repeatedly confirming that Black had indeed covered her eyes, Xal'atath breathed a sigh of relief. She turned back to look at Yogg-Saron, and clasped her hands in front of her to form a rather strange sigil.

The next moment, the soaring black smoke completely enveloped the seductive lamia.

As Blake said, in this hand-to-hand death battle between the Ancient God and the Ancient God, it is impossible for her to win without turning into the true form of the void.

But she didn't want Blake to see her ugly look.

Although she also knew that for the current pirate's perception, whether or not he had eyes would not affect his senses, but covering one's ears and stealing the bell could at least bring psychological comfort to the lamia.

Yogg-Saron also realized that something was wrong. It roared and waved its terrifying tentacles like a warhammer and a long whip, hitting the transforming Xal'atath.

The good news is it hit.

Xalatas, who was wrapped in the black smoke of evil energy in the air, was smashed to the edge of the temple like a ball, and crashed into the wall with a bang, causing the entire cage to shake.

The bad news is that Xal'atath isn't even trying to hide.

As the beating sound of the Heart of Darkness reverberated in the Corrupted Prison like the beating of war drums, the ominousness in Yogg-Saron's heart became heavier and heavier. It mobilized almost all its tentacles and threw all its magic towards the constantly escaping in black smoke.

But it didn't work.

Everything was like a stone, until the third tentacle struck and a quarter of the temple was destroyed by violent shaking. A pair of black terror claws wrapped in evil energy tore through the smoke and swept across like a sickle, cutting off all the tentacles that the Thousand-Mawed Demon had no time to retract. .

"Ouch!"

The smelly blood and terrifying pain erupted as Yogg-Saron opened hundreds of mouths and howled at the same time. Also erupting was the soaring fallen evil energy.

In the evil aura composed of black smoke, there is a head like a black goat, with seven golden horns and seven eyes, three pairs of evil claws that tear apart everything, and the whole body is covered with gloomy Darkness and miserable paleness embellished the evil dragon-like monster moving its heavy insect limbs.

As the entire cage floor shook, it moved bit by bit towards the Thousand-Throated Demon in the shape of a mountain of flesh and blood.

The center of this guy's head is the largest of the seven eyes. The black pupils rotate continuously in the green eyes, and finally lock on the delicious flesh and blood of Yogg Saron that exudes the breath of void.

And for the sake of "beauty", the black tentacles that it grew around the evil head that could scare the Paladin to death were like long hair flying in the seven-color evil energy, and there was also a face that was as sharp as a terrifying insect and was covered with staggered teeth. mouth.

All of this is announcing the arrival of a terrifying opponent of equal weight to Yogg-Saron.

Y'Shaarj!

The seven-headed beast Y'Shaarj!

No!

No, not pure Y'Shaarj.

Looking at the characteristics of the swarms of insects and giant snakes all over the true form of the void in front of us, we know that this evil dragon-like creature is the "new product" of the combination of Y'Shaarj's heart of darkness and Xal'atath's origin of the void.

Maybe we should call it "Ancient Venerable ProMax Edition"?

"Underneath the beautiful face is such a hateful monster. I shaped myself into this contradictory shape just for this day to come."

After Xal'atath transformed into a true ancient sage, even his speech lost the delicate feeling, and turned into a "void reverberation" like hundreds of Yogg-Saron's mouths speaking at the same time.

But compared to the pure evil gloominess of the Thousand-Maw Demon, the voice of the ancient sage, in addition to the void impact that can drive an entire legion crazy at once, also carries a majesty that cannot be ignored.

That is the majesty that comes from power!

The once strongest ancient god has been reborn in the body of the weakest ancient god that was eaten. It has the unstoppable brute force of the strong and the vicious wisdom that the weak have worked hard to survive.

As far as the Old Gods are concerned, Xal'atath has really reached his limit.

As long as she eats the villain in front of her who has eaten her along with other villains.

"You know what? Yogg-Saron!"

The ancient sage waved his three pairs of evil claws, and before Yogg-Saron's severed tentacles had yet to regenerate, he slammed them into the "meal" in front of him with a terrifying and tearing attitude.

Just one tear caused the Thousand-Mawed Demon to lose at least sixty chattering mouths.

In the splatter of black blood, Xalatath swallowed the torn void flesh into her mouth with a violent and arrogant attitude. Between the opening and closing of her terrifying sharp teeth, saliva dripped that could corrode all things.

she says:

"You are really delicious!"

Faced with such a provocation, the Thousand-Throated Demon also became ruthless.

Seeing the ancient venerable appearing here, if it continues to fight back, it will only become food today.

It howled and let its huge mountain-like body crash into Xalatath in front of it, and the remaining sharp teeth continued to bite and gnaw on the ancient sage's body like an evil dragon.

The two giant beasts of the void fought together like this, and the void aftermath of their melee bombarded every temple in Ulduar mercilessly.

The guardians and high-level warriors who were rescued were under great pressure, forcing Our Lady of Purity to temporarily move them out of Ulduar.

The dragons responsible for the blockade on the periphery of the city were even more unbearable. Except for the Dragon King and the magical Little Star Legion who could still hold up the front line, the remaining dragons had to retreat from the continuous bursts of void impacts.

The roar of the battle between the ancient lord and the Thousand Maws spread almost throughout Northrend, causing the powerful mammoths to hide in fear like the weak kobolds, and the ignorant and superstitious Vrykul people even more so. Seeing it as a sign that the terrifying "Twilight of the Gods" is coming, one by one, led by the elders, prayed frantically to Odin.

But the king of war.

Well, the Lord of War probably wouldn't be able to protect them in such a situation.

Because the King of War also had a very difficult time resisting, as the guardian closest to the battlefield, Odin suffered from the pressure of the void several times that of others.

If he didn't have the strongest warrior will, he would most likely lose himself in this level of void impact.

Titans above, it's like the void world has opened its door in the material world, and countless madness pours out. They whisper in the dark abyss, trying to completely submerge the world under the light.

And Odin is the gatekeeper of the abyss.

No darkness could pass until he fell.

"Many men envy me when I say I have three wives, but not when they learn that I have an undead and an ancient god among my wives.

And if I let them see what my little lover looks like now, 10% of them will pity me. Oh, Blake, Blake, you really have to examine yourself and the world's definition of "beauty". Who is wrong? "

The stinky pirate squatted alone on the edge of the Behemoth Battlefield, which was covered by repeated bombardments by the void force, and muttered.

There was still a black strip of cloth on his face, but as Xal'atath knew, Black no longer needed his eyes to see the world.

In fact, he had known what Xal'atath's second form looked like a long time ago.

He doesn't care about this.

He is not in emo at this time either.

It's like a standard assassin's code of conduct, looking for the most suitable moment to assassinate. Of course, to assassinate an ancient god, you definitely can't use the current mortal appearance.

"My dear Lady Elune, I know you are still angry, but it does not matter, your most loyal constituents are about to offer you the heads of the most evil things in Azeroth as tribute.

This stuff is sure to elevate the taste of your treasure trove by several notches. "

Blake crouched in the darkness, praying toward the sky. He closed his eyes and said:

"This is the first time I have used the power of the Moon Night God of War. I hope to perform a performance that will amaze everyone, so as to spread the majesty of the moonlight in the most sacred place in the world.

I know, I did a lot of bad things.

But those are necessary evils.

Therefore, Lady Elune, please show your darkest moon phase in this chaotic moment, and please allow me to wear the most ruthless war makeup with your blessing.

In the name of the moon, I will severely punish that dog who pollutes the beautiful world you love and favor. "

"Buzz"

A ray of light from the Dark Moon penetrated the barrier of Ulduar's clouds and broken cage at this moment, and accurately wrapped the smelly pirate who had just finished his strange prayer.

He moved his body in the moonlight and clicked the black owl war helmet on his head. Elune's endless weapons changed forms the moment the power of the Moon Night War God was activated.

It was transformed from a full-coverage Warden armor to a half-covered lightweight battle skirt-style weapon that Blake remembered Maiev wearing when she transformed into the Moon Night War God.

The Salamani sword in the hands of the pirates cannot adapt to the power of the Moon God to complete the form transformation, so what Black is holding now is Solidar Wrath of the Stars, which he extorted from the Quel'dorei elves.

In the shining of the power of the moon, the war bow seemed to be melted in the moonlight, and then transformed into two gorgeously decorated moon war blades in the elongated shape of the moonlight.

This weapon... uh, how should I put it?

This is not something that should appear on the battlefield but should appear in sacrifices!

It has blades on both ends but is shaped like a moon arc, like a variant of the moon blade, but judging from its shape, it is very difficult to use. But who makes Lady Elune a hateful beauty?

When she set up the inheritance of the Moon Night God of War, she never considered how her soldiers would use this awkward weapon to fight. Anyway, she didn't need to use it to go to the battlefield.

Blake raised his head, and as his long golden hair danced wildly in the dark moon, the Moon God's battle pattern, which only the elves could use, appeared on his face.

His eyes were put on the same "smoky eye" style as Feng Walker's mother.

Not to mention, this unconventional posture combined with the exaggerated tattoos on Blake's upper body and back makes him look like a pole dancer.

"Buzz"

The pirate raised his left foot, and his whole body turned into a shadow of moonlight and disappeared, appearing like a cut space under Yogg-Saron's torn wound.

As he spins, he triggers the bombardment of falling stars, and as he walks, he brings the scalding burns of the Moon God's wrath. Every time he turns around, he summons the brightest Moon God Sword, and every slash brings the divinity of the moonlight explosion. majesty.

It's simply a walking killing machine.

Blake was feeling great.

He felt that the power from the black moon continued to expand and expand, and now he could kill from Kalimdor to Kalimdor with one man and two swords without blinking an eye.

"Yog-Saron!"

The figure of the pirate appeared in the sky shrouded in moonlight. He put on a coquettish posture similar to that of Illidan, looked straight down with eyes with blindfolds, and scolded righteously against the background of the shining black moon:

"I will punish you on behalf of the moon!"