Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Lord Evil God has always been a man of his word.

He has always given clear rewards and punishments to those around him. He must give rewards when he has done something, regardless of whether the other person wants it or not. This is a matter of principle.

On the night of arriving at the Maw, Fenner's "reward" was finally given, but of course not in the way she hoped.

The pirate's full "talk therapy" made the elf warrior deeply aware of his mistake. After a fierce exchange of opinions, the idiot warrior decided to change his mind and save himself from the "Hell of Slaanesh".

She wanted to return to her original career as a vigorous warrior, and she could no longer indulge in male sex.

Blake looked at Fenner who was weak and exhausted and fell asleep, thinking that after this "teaching", this elf warrior would probably not cause any trouble again for a long time.

The greedy queen who wants to eat him up is enough for Xal'atas, but even the evil god can't bear the addition of another one.

"Want to come with me to meet the mysterious Talisman Carver?"

Blake squatted beside the sofa, took out a blanket from his bag and put it on Fenner's body that still had the mark of bondage. He kissed the warrior queen's wet hair tenderly and asked in a low voice:

"Perhaps you can ask it to help you forge some equipment or something. He is the best forger in the stars. If you miss this time, you will never have the chance again."

"Stay away from me! Take away your devilish chains! I hate you!"

The Warrior Queen couldn't even open her eyes at this moment. She had never experienced such exhaustion since she started on the path of a warrior.

She doesn't want to think about anything now, she just wants to have a good sleep.

"Um, this?"

Blake reached out and placed his hand on the chain of dominance wrapped around Fenner's ankle. When he pulled away from the death artifact, the warrior queen's body trembled instinctively.

She looked at the unspectacular black chain with fear in her eyes.

She never thought that there was such a thing in the world that could strip her of all her power from a powerful demigod warrior to an elf sister who was too fragile to resist in an instant.

"If you still don't obey me in the future"

Blake waved the chain of dominance in front of Fenner's eyes, causing the stupid warrior to huddle up on the sofa in fear, trembling like a defeated elf cat.

"Very good, this thing will be called the 'Tifena Noble Phantasm' from now on."

The evil god laughed, wrapped the chain of control around his wrist, and gently picked up Fenna and walked into the bathroom. She was covered in sweat and needed to be cleaned up before resting.

Be a good elf who loves cleanliness.

"Rest, I'll go out for a walk."

Blake put his sleepy sister on the bed, covered her with a quilt and kissed her delicate forehead. After the weakness of the chain of dominance disappeared, Fenna quickly regained her energy. She actually wanted to follow Her younger brother went out for a walk, but the mental fatigue made her really unfit to go out.

There is no distinction between day and night in the Maw. It is like an enlarged version of Hades. Or perhaps Hela borrowed the style of the Maw when shaping Hades. In short, it is a world of despair that is always gloomy and dark. It does get very uncomfortable over time.

Looking out from the heights of the Dominion Sanctuary, one can see the entire scenery of the Maw. In addition to the land suspended in the realm like floating islands, there are also many suspended spiers in the sky of this hell world.

The Tower of Torghast Sinsoul is only the largest of these spiers, not all of them.

There are also some small towers used to imprison different souls scattered throughout the Maw. They are suspended in the air like flying creations, with thick chains of control surrounding them to bind them.

There are also some unique cages that are also bound by chains and hung upside down. There is a suffering soul in each cage. The souls who receive such treatment are by no means ordinary.

They are all famous figures in their respective worlds, either heroes who have saved the world or villains who have destroyed the world. Their legendary experiences have given them their unyielding will and strong psychic power.

Before extracting their anima, Warden Zoval likes to imprison them in these cages to let them take a good look at what kind of world they have fallen into, and to break their minds so that they can be extracted like skinning and bones later. .

Anima.

This is the only and eternal power in this world of death. It is a weakened product of the Force of Death, just like the relationship between the Arcane Force and magic.

"Let me out! Please!"

"Hey, that guy over there, help me, open this cage, and I'll give you all my treasures."

"Handsome guy! Look here! Do you need a slave girl? Release me and I will let you experience the real paradise."

As Blake walked on the outer platform of the Dominion Sanctuary, the souls in the hanging cages around him began to shout one after another as if they had seen a savior.

They either prayed or threatened, hoping that Blake could release them from these cages. Although they could not escape from the abyss after being released, for these souls who were about to be tortured crazy, they could leave this torture. Their cages are also a blessing.

"Have you ever seen a Venthyr prince who was punished here?"

Blake turned his head and looked at the howling souls, and asked:

"His name is Reinasol, and he is a big shot."

"I've seen him in the cage next to me. He was a stubborn and lucky idiot. He ran away and is said to be planning to resist the owner here."

A weird octopus-like spirit clutches the cage and yells, but the information it provides isn't what Black desires, so the pirates ignore it.

Amidst the scoldings and curses of those souls, Lord Evil God slowly walked into the higher reaches of the Sanctuary of Control, and then led by the Abyssworn ones into the Tower of Torghast and Sinful Souls.

This tower is the iconic building in the Maw.

It is an eternal cage shaped by Zoval himself to imprison those valuable souls. The souls that can be imprisoned here are truly "high-quality". They can not only provide massive amounts of anima for the Maw, but can also be squeezed. After being cleaned, they were stuffed into spiritual steel armor and forged into elite warriors under Zoval.

The interior of this tower is intricate. As far as Blake knows, there are more than a dozen different interrogation places here. It is obviously magic similar to space chaos that has been cast inside, and its real area is as big as a small kingdom. .

The elite guards of the Abyss Legion are here, and the warriors under Zoval are guarding strategic locations. Their strength is generally around the level of the Death Demigod. Even if the Burning Legion wants to break through this tower from the outside, it is simply impossible.

Together with the Sanctuary of Control, this place forms the basis of the rule of the King of the Abyss.

To outsiders, this intricate tower is an impenetrable fog, and anyone wandering around in it will be lost, but Blake is as familiar here as he is at home.

He even declined the guide suggestions from several Deepsworn Liches, and sauntered away with his hands behind his back on the road to this tower filled with the wails of souls and the gloomy atmosphere.

All the way down.

Ten minutes later, Blake stood in front of a closed hall.

Guarding here is a powerful scorched beast. Its claws are covered with inspiration claw blades shaped by sharp spikes. One blow of that terrifying weapon is enough to shatter a hill.

The eyes of its exaggerated skull head are shining with scarlet light, which means that it is a cruel and ruthless killing machine. It is the gatekeeper of Torgatha and the Tower of Sinful Souls, and it is also the most powerful one created by Zoval himself. The king of giant beasts.

It stared down at Black, and Black looked at it.

The ruthless aura and brutal power gave Lord Evil God some inspiration. Perhaps he should unleash his creativity and use his own power to create some behemoths for punishment and conquest.

Well, thinking about it this way, maybe Drake, who is still sleeping in Azeroth, still has room for improvement.

"Wow"

Black waved the chain of dominance presented by Zoval. It was like a token of passage. The cruel and ruthless eyes of Taragru, the king of beasts in front of him, suddenly became docile, and he even lowered his head. The terrifying head supported the body with both hands to express surrender to the visitor in front of him.

Blake's eyes narrowed.

He suddenly realized the biggest weakness of the scorched beast designed and manufactured by Zoval that could level everything.

These guys lack wisdom. Of course, for the brutal power they possess, wisdom is not a big problem. Anyway, they only need to rush all the way on the battlefield to clear the way for the Yuansworn army.

But in the face of an existence like the evil god, lack of reason is a terrible flaw.

He glanced at the chain of dominance in his hand, and suddenly came up with a rather bold idea. However, considering that Lord Zoval might be hiding in his throne to spy on his actions, the pirate temporarily gave up the tempting attempt.

"Yes, that's it, good dog."

Blake waved the chain, causing the scorched beast in front of him to move out of the way.

He strode into the dusty hall. After walking up the dim stairs, he stepped onto a high platform that seemed to be suspended in the endless void. He saw the man half-kneeling at the end of the platform, seemingly praying silently. Familiar figure.

Agrama.

The macho Titan who was personally sent to the kingdom of death and kicked the Eternal Arbiter to a halt, which directly caused the imbalance of order in the Shadow Realm, was hiding quietly in this place.

He is in a spiritual state.

But the influence of evil energy has been stripped away, and he has returned to the pure form of the Titan Soul. His appearance is that of a strong and muscular giant. He wears simple but practical armor and carries a lightning-shaped horn iron. Helmet, blue starry sea light appeared in a pair of eyes, and there was a lush golden beard under the helmet.

When Blake walked up the stairs, Aggramar felt a familiar atmosphere. When the pirate approached him, the Titan Soul, which maintained the posture of a meditator, spoke in a low tone:

"Your friends are trying to persuade me to join them, but they are unwilling to tell me what they are planning to do."

"They have always been like this, Lord Aggramar, especially Denathrius. He is very good at deceiving others with lies. Lord Sargeras's experience should make you learn to be wary.

But don’t believe every word that the King of Sin says. "

Blake was not shy about telling the truth.

He knew that Zoval must be eavesdropping, but what's so scary about that? Even Xavius ​​saw the differences between Zoval and Emperor Denathrius.

They are united but not of the same mind.

"As for what they want to do, it's even simpler."

Black sat cross-legged next to Aggramar's huge but weak spirit body. He looked at the empty space outside the platform and said softly:

“Denathius hopes to personally create an era where death rules all things, and the ambitious Eternal One hopes to replace Lord Sargeras as the Lord of the Stars.

He wants to become the King of Kings, trample all the Force under his feet, and create an eternal empire that lasts for generations.

From this point of view, He is actually quite pure.

As for the owner of this place, Lord Zoval, he wants more. I don’t know if you have noticed, but Mr. Warden and Lord Sargeras are actually very similar.

They are all straightforward people who want to correct problems when they find them, and they don't care much about other people's opinions and feelings when executing their own will.

Since you're already here, I suggest you join this small group.

Yes, I am here to persuade you. Although Mr. Zoval did not say it explicitly, he does want me to persuade you to accept the reality. I have always made it my duty to meet the needs of others. Since I have received money, I have to do things for my employer. "

Aggramar remained silent.

Blake glanced at Him and said:

"Besides, you urgently need a container to carry your weak cosmic soul. Once you accept the death container, you will truly take root in the Shadow Realm and become one of the Eternals in the Kingdom of Death."

"But the order of this world, or as they call it, the 'Destiny' has dictated everything."

Aggramar said softly:

"The five eternal beings are the rules of the world of death. They will never be more or less. Now the eternal beings are in their place. Even if I have a container, I cannot replace them."

"Isn't it easy?"

The pirate held out a finger and said:

"If you kill one or two, won't there be vacancies?

You are still bound by the rules of conduct of the Pantheon. You do not understand the real rules of the world of death. Therefore, you do not understand the fundamental reason why Emperor Denathius and Lord Zoval want to overthrow the destiny. "

Blake paused and whispered as if sharing a secret:

"The Eternals have never been the key to the problem in the Shadow Realm, and they have never been eternal. Destiny is everything. All lives in this world of death only live within a planned framework.

Those beings who cannot discern the true meaning of the problem feel that everything is fine, but for those noble people with outstanding vision, the thought that they are also part of the framework makes them sleepless.

Like a group of clay dolls made by the First Born.

Even if they become the most powerful and beautiful among the clay dolls, they still cannot resist the hands that shape them. They are not the same as the truly eternal Titans, Lord Aggramar.

They are jealous of you, they are all titans, they want to be you like crazy.

The seemingly beautiful Eternals have never been truly free, so the struggle between Emperor Denathius and His Excellency Zoval is simply a group of chess pieces trying to resist the hard efforts of the chess players.

You may not understand what I am saying now.

But trust me.

After I open that door, you will truly understand where the restlessness and restlessness of the Eternals come from. "

The evil god shook his head and concluded:

"They call themselves gods but cannot control their own lives. They are never indispensable. They are just high-end consumables under destiny.

Therefore, there is no need to have high respect for the Eternal Ones. If you join us and kill one or two to replace them, not only will you not insult them, but you will release them.

They will thank you. "

Blake's words made Aggrama a little confused, but he did not doubt whether what the Silent One shared was true. He just needed some time to convince himself.

As a member of the Pantheon, as a warrior who experienced Sargeras' betrayal and served countless years in the Burning Legion.

Aggramar knew that no matter how great an ideal there was, without the strength to support it, it could only be an ideal for masturbation.

And when he accepted Black's advice in the star sea of ​​Argus, he had already made up his mind to embark on this road with no idea of ​​the end point ahead.

"You should rest first. I will invite you when the time is right."

Black stood up and said goodbye to Aggramar.

He said:

"There is no need to worry about changes in the material world. I have arranged everything before coming. Death will eventually intervene forcefully into the situation and bring the chaotic world into a stable era.

This is also the future you want to see.

It's up to us to make it happen together. "

After saying that, the evil god turned around and walked out of the resting place of the Titan Soul with his hands behind his back. When leaving the hall, Blake suddenly stopped and looked at the empty dark dome above his head.

He said:

"Do you think the definition I just gave of the Eternals is correct? Lord Zoval."

After a few seconds of silence, Zoval's tired and calm voice sounded in the darkness. He said:

"It's really extremely accurate, even merciless. You don't have to be so cautious, Lord Black, we Eternals are really just ants serving under the First Creation.

They gave us everything and left behind a cruel rule. They teased us and ignored us.

You are right.

We are just parts that can be replaced at any time, and all the meaning of our existence is only to serve "destiny".

Those illusory glory restrain us from entering the real realm. Unfortunately, no one wants to be a puppet forever. This is the basis of my cooperation with Denathrius.

We have common goals and desires, even if they are embers that no one cares about, there is also a longing for rekindling

You understand our dilemma.

You also know our desires.

I can finally feel relieved about you. Welcome to our cause, Silent One. "