Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Black ships sailed through the pale waters.

Although there is no real current to lift the hull, the Nagfar can still feel the bumps, especially when passing through some complicated waters, there is always a weird knocking sound outside the hull.

If you listen carefully, you can even hear screams, curses, and curses coming from the white water vapor that surrounds you, just like countless suffering souls struggling in the drowning water.

"puff"

Blake, who was sitting on the side of the boat, skillfully swung the fishing rod and threw the hook without bait into the cold Styx outside the boat. His posture was like that of an excellent and skillful fisherman.

Of course, he didn't expect to actually catch a fish in such weird currents.

There is no life in the River of Death. If Blake really catches a fish, he will have to worry. But if it is to kill time, this kind of entertainment is just right.

This is the sixth hour since they entered the River Styx. According to Nagfar's vague memory, they can truly enter the kingdom of death in another hour.

While Blake was fishing in the River Styx, the Elven Sword Master was patrolling the surroundings with the majesty of a boatswain on the deck.

She was wearing the mighty upper elf lord armor that she got from Madam Vashj, and was accompanied by several undead sea knights stationed on the Nagfar. They would scold any lazy ghost sailors when they encountered them.

But Miss Fenner was in a good mood today, so she didn't use something as cruel as a whip.

Further up, First Mate Sephiel was drawing a chart of the River Styx at the helm. Although she also received a chart from Hela, as an excellent first mate, she knew that only she could record it. The sailing route can be used as a reference.

On the platform at the stern of the ship, Princess Mononoke Nagfar was directing the actors of the Karazhan Opera Troupe to drop "buoys" into the River Styx.

The ghost actors, who have no place for these artistic talents, make various unique buoys into fish heads, jackal heads, and bear heads, and one of them will be dropped every five minutes.

Crafted from branches of the world tree Nordrassil, these buoys protect against the deathly forces of the River Styx.

After they take root on the ground and are thrown into the River Styx, they will stay where they fell and will not be corroded or washed away.

Of course, the tens of millions of undead bound in the river will do everything possible to destroy these things that exude the breath of life, but according to Blake's calculations, these buoys can still serve as pilots for at least a month.

Those ships that will go to the world of death along the Styx at some point will not get lost on this wide river of death with countless tributaries as long as they follow the guidance of the buoys.

"I don't know if Gaboa and Eredin have the courage to cross the veil of life and death."

Blake grabbed the exquisite skeleton fishing rod he made with the spine of the Lord of Doom. While the old god was feeling the vibration of the fishing rod, he said to himself:

"The Maw Abyss is a place where treasures are hidden. As long as they can withstand the fear of death, every pirate who comes here can return home with a full harvest. If I can't eat all this by myself, how can I share a piece of the pie with you?

Huo Huo, just think of it as the last wealth left by the Pirate King of Azeroth to his successor. "

"Plop"

Another buoy carved in the shape of Old Garni was thrown into the cold River Styx. Nagfar stood on the stern platform with his hands on his hips and looked with satisfaction at the row of guide signs looming in the mist of death behind him.

She thought it was quite fun. Although she had crossed the River of Death countless times, she had never thought of placing such a thing on the River Styx before.

"Huh?"

Princess Mononoke, who was grabbing another buoy and playing with it, suddenly felt a throbbing feeling. She put the buoy in her hand into the hands of Little Red Riding Hood, who was singing at the top of her voice. She disappeared from the platform with a whoosh and jumped into someone in the bottom cabin. in a room.

When she opened the door, she saw the naked Xal'atath getting up and walking out of the reserved Void Seed. The latter turned back shamelessly and showed a smile to Princess Mononoke, but stood firmly. Nagfar, who was on Sephiel's mother's side, did not hesitate to treat this annoying and jealous woman.

She threw a set of robes over casually, crossed her arms and reminded:

"This clone of yours cannot leave the Nagfar. You are a creature of the void and are not welcome in the world of death. Even the remaining spirits in the River Styx will feel your chaotic aura and attack you."

Having said this, Princess Mononoke grinned a malicious smile again and threatened:

"If you dare to disobey me, I will throw you into the River Styx. I guarantee that even if dad goes to save you himself, it will be too late."

"Oh my, our little Nagfar has finally grown up."

While Xalatas moved the new clone uncomfortably, he put the robe on his beautiful body. She was still a little weak, so she walked over holding on to the wall and said to Princess Mononoke:

"Look at your terrifying and evil threat. It makes me tremble with fear. I'm thinking about whether to file a complaint with your father or something."

"You have no chance to blow the pillow wind, pathetic ancient lord."

Nagfar laughed and said:

"Aunt Fenna is a fool with a big appetite. She will not leave you a chance to be alone with your father. You are inviting a wolf into the house. Poor evil god, you have made an enemy for yourself!"

"No, no, no, little girl, your understanding of these things is too superficial."

Xal'atath didn't care. After hearing that Fenna had finally completed the task, the ancient sage was not angry but showed a satisfied smile.

She brushed her hair to transform herself into the posture of a beautiful snake, and while swaying her body out of the cabin, she said to Nagfar:

"I, your mother Sephiel and your Aunt Fenna are all on the same side. Only by joining forces can we fight against the 'big devil' who is about to return.

With the earth-shattering relationship between your father and her, if Ms. Maiev said she hated you, the little light bulb, I doubt your father would have much hesitation in kicking you off the ship.

Do you believe what I say? "

"I do not believe!"

Princess Mononoke said fiercely:

"I'm daddy's little baby egg!"

"You are."

Xal'atath touched the Ship Spirit's face in a long voice, and she said softly:

"But Maiev Shadowsong is the other half of your father's soul. Her rank is not comparable to that of us or you. Believe me, little girl, Maiev is a terrible enemy.

She can easily capture your amorous father, so we must unite to fight her.

I mean, we're not enemies, so don't direct your ill will at me.

Tell me, where is your father?

Also, can you help me create some opportunities to be alone with him? "

A few minutes later, the lamia swayed to the extremely cold deck that was covered in the breath of death. She immediately saw Fenner dancing with her sword.

The two women exchanged glances. Fenna's eyes were a little grateful. It was obvious that Xal'atath had helped her. The ancient venerable was smiling, indicating that Fenna didn't have to be restrained.

He came to the pirate who was enjoying fishing. The moment she approached, the fishing rod in Black's hand vibrated violently, causing the pirate to exclaim and quickly reel in the line like a fisherman who caught a fish.

But what was lifted up the moment the fishing rod was grabbed was a strange residual spirit that only had half of its body left and was still howling.

Its lower body seemed to have been bitten off by some monster, and there were still horrific teeth marks and bite marks on the wound.

It was no longer possible to tell what race this poor guy once was. All that was left was a white, strange spirit whose face had been worn away. It grabbed the pirate's fishhook and was dragged out of the River Styx.

It felt that the restraint of death was disappearing, and true freedom was about to be obtained. It also felt that the disgusting breath was in front of it.

So as Xal'atas watched with slight surprise, the fished spirit body rushed toward her with its teeth and claws, and was knocked away by the ancient sage with a flick of his tail.

Amidst the sharp howling, an arc was drawn in the air, and finally it fell back into the Styx that was beginning to "boil" with a pop.

This poor creature is only one step away from true freedom. As long as it boards the deck of the Nagfar, it can escape the constraints and suppression of the Styx.

Too bad it never got the chance again.

Blake had a "shocked" expression after witnessing all this. He glanced at the fishing rod in his hand, and then at the strange remnant spirit that was thrown back into the River Styx.

After several seconds of silence, he sighed:

"Sure enough, besides real fish, anglers can catch all kinds of weird things."

"Ah, what happened to these spirits?"

Nagfar also appeared next to her father. As an "old boat girl" who has crossed the River Styx countless times, this was the first time she saw the River Styx, which had always been depressed and desperate, boiling like this.

The mutilated spirits at the bottom of the river seemed to have received some kind of order, and they roared out of the "river water" that restrained the undead.

They used their claws and even teeth to hook onto the hull of the ghost ship, and then let out a scream that was so weird that it didn't sound like a human voice at all. They tried to climb onto the ghost ship with difficulty, and vented their resentment on the Styx for being submerged and constrained by the river. On the visitors.

In just a few seconds, the black hull of the Nagfar was dyed "white". At first glance, the weird posture of those twisted spirits lying on the ship is really heart-breaking.

They're trying to capsize the ship!

They treat the ship with great jealousy and resentment, and they hope that everyone on the ship will suffer the same miserable fate as themselves.

"It's all you!"

Princess Mononoke stared at the innocent-looking Xalatath with wide eyes, and she shouted:

"I told you that your void breath will irritate them. Look! Is something wrong?"

Xalatas curled his lips, glanced shyly at Black, who was rubbing his chin, and said softly:

"Yes, I made a mistake. How are you going to punish this naughty little cutie like me, Captain?"

"Don't put all the blame on yourself."

Lord Evil God shook his head and said:

"No matter how strong your void breath is, can it be stronger than mine? I have been fishing here for an hour, and I have never seen them so crazy. It must not be because of Xal'atath's appearance."

Blake raised his head and looked at the River Styx in front of him.

He could already vaguely see the scenery on the other side of the Styx River. The dark and ruthless dark mountains were looming in the white smoke of the Soul-Gathering River.

We're almost at the Abyss.

The pirate blinked, and the next second, he raised his hand and shouted to Fenner, the boatswain behind him who was lying on the side of the ship watching the excitement:

"Get ready to fight! It seems that the enthusiastic 'locals' have prepared a 'welcome ceremony' for us. I knew this would not go so smoothly."

"I'll come! Dad asked me to come!"

Princess Mononoke suddenly became excited when she heard there was a fight.

She circled her father twice, raised her left hand high and shouted:

"I have just completed the shaping of domain strengthening. I have set a very powerful new form for myself. Let me do it. Dad, you can just stand by and watch me crush those pathetic roadblocks.

No bragging.

But I'm super awesome! "

Blake blinked and glanced at the Nagfar, whose appearance had not changed. He said:

"Are you sure you can?"

Princess Mononoke snorted in dissatisfaction at being looked down upon by her father. She held back her energy and wanted to show her father how powerful she was, so she coughed twice and reached out to snap her fingers.

The next moment, the unspectacular black ghost ship Nagfar began to "transform" under the surprised gazes of Blake and others.

"!!!"

Lord Evil God looked at the changing hull around him in astonishment, and he exclaimed:

"Where did you learn such crazy things! Stop! This is not the style of a pirate at all."

——

On the other side, on top of the black steel tower of Setmaculon City, the Maw fortress at the end of the Torment Plain where the Styx and the Maw meet, there is the newly promoted soul-seeker senior warden under the warden, the former High Lord of the High Elves, and the former Burning The satyr commander of the legion, the former Nightmare Lord under the Ancient God, the master of career planning in Azeroth, the record holder of the left and right horizontal jump competition, the observation sample of the unlucky elves, and the master figure in the field of recognizing thieves as fathers, Lord Xavius ​​is sitting in his black On the Steel Throne, he grabbed a screaming soul and threw it into his bloody mouth, chewing it sweetly.

Compared with the once high-spirited Commander Sartre, Xavius's current state is somewhat strange.

Thanks to the distortion of evil energy, the demon's body was corrupted and eroded by the power of the void, and turned into the form of a big hanging man with bulging muscles, which was considered "ugly" by Blake.

Now it has once again received the gift of the power of death, turning its blood-red skin into black and gray. The best Maw Forger under the Warden's command is attached to the twisted body of the warden to build it. Yin Iron Armor.

The art style of this veritable hellish place is often made up of chains, spikes and skulls to form a very dark "jail-style" style, so Xavius's new armor is also the same.

The shoulders, neck, wrists and breastplate are dotted with spiked chains, making it look ugly and twisted, but also a bit colder and crueler.

In particular, the big head like a hanged ghost has a crown that is very similar to the Helm of Command, which shows its new status.

If the previous experience of being killed by Black and Maiev at Eagle Claw Peak, and being betrayed by Hela to the master of the Maw, was a nightmare, then in the infamous Torghast Tower of Sinful Souls The experience of being detained and having his anima extracted was nothing short of desperate.

The good news is that Xavius ​​once again took advantage of every opportunity to activate his horizontal jumping skill, and he knelt down under the warden and got a chance to serve. Moreover, because of his cruel and gloomy torture style, he was always able to get more from him than other wardens. More anima was squeezed out of the poor prisoner.

This allowed him to quickly rise up the ranks under the warden, and then rely on his own efforts to return to the level of a leader.

The bad news is that this horizontal jump caused Savvis to completely lose his "freedom".

Its existence has been forever bound to the Maw, and its "hometown" has been transferred from the Abyssal Oak in the Endless Sea to the Maw.

If Black had gone to the abyss before leaving Azeroth, it would not be difficult to find that the nightmare oak that is Xavius's body has begun to wither.

It's dead.

Dead in the true sense of the word.

He could no longer go back to the living world to cause trouble for the Stormrage Brothers and their filthy slut, Tyrande Windspeaker.

This made Lord Xavius, the Death Warden, very, very angry, and he was holding the evil fire in his heart to release.

Just at this moment, it received a very secret message.

"Look! Here they come!"

Xavius ​​ate three or four souls with his own bloody mouth, but still could not satisfy his hungry appetite. Only the painful screams of those souls when they were devoured could make him feel better.

But the flame of revenge burning in its heart made its eyes red as blood, and it would not let go of the bastards who humiliated it so easily.

A few minutes later, it suddenly stood up and pointed at the black ship slowly approaching in the white mist at the exit of the River Styx in the distance. A cruel smile appeared on its face.

The slaves of the four surnames raised their claws covered with sharp Yin Iron blades and shouted to the shadowy Abyss Devouring army behind them:

"Those are shameless invaders of the living world. They want to invade Lord Zoval's eternal territory! This is a challenge to the will of death! I will personally bring them into Torghast and let them taste the pain I have experienced.

Their animas will become my supreme secret treasure dedicated to Lord Zoval.

Abyss Legion, listen to my orders!

attack! "