Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1917 45. Evil God Ritual (×), Cross-World Auction (√) [Please vote for 13 months]

On the platform of Hades that was constantly shaking as if it was about to collapse, General Draven was activating the death totem that controlled Bwonsamdi while looking at the sea of ​​souls in the center of Hades.

He couldn't see anything, not the formidable Mu'ezara, not the weird evil god Black Shaw, not even the fight between the two sides. There was only a misty wave reflecting the dark sea of ​​stars.

It's like a forbidden sea infested by sea monsters. As long as you step into it, you will be swallowed up by the hidden monsters.

He knew that the battle was going on, but he couldn't see who had the advantage. However, from the increasingly weak resistance coming from the death totem in front of him, he could probably guess who would be the final winner.

But what shocked General Draven was not the battle itself, but the counterattack launched by Black after Mu'ezara unleashed his power to shatter reality.

The Stoneborn General thought that the Silent One would use his magical dual godheads, but no, Black chose to fight Mu'ezala with the unique anima powers of the Shadow Realm.

"Such a powerful psychic power is unbelievable. It can actually exist in a material creature. If I hadn't known that he came from the world of the living, I would have thought that he was an eternal being born and raised in the kingdom of death."

The loyal and brave Shi Yi felt that his eyes had been opened again today.

But for Bwonsamdi and the little fishmen, they have already seen all kinds of miracles brought by Black, and what they see in front of them is just an explosion of anima, which is not worth making a fuss about.

The two guys have already started cheering for victory, shouting the name of the Silent One and waiting for the result to be announced.

Especially Bwonsamdi, after sensing the truth that Mu'ezala was getting weaker, the old troll, who had finally settled his worries, could not wait to dance a warm and passionate troll war dance in order to fight for the war without mercy. The invincible Lord Evil God sent congratulations.

On the other side, on the last platform, the Great Fairy of Faye, Lady Moonberry, who was forced to come here to participate in the battle, was not feeling happy at the moment.

In her opinion, the most ancient Luo Amuezala, who colluded with the Maw and conspired to launch a conspiracy in Ardenweald, deserved to die, but this did not mean that the powerful evil god Black Shaw was a good thing.

Before the battle began, Lady Moonberry had been praying that the battle would evolve into a fight between the evil god and the most ancient Loa, and that both would eventually die together.

In this way, this land will be saved from two big troubles.

But today's luck did not seem to befall Yue Berry. She heard screams and even miserable pleas for mercy from the strange fog in front of her.

whispering sound.

The big goblin flapped its butterfly wings, a hint of disdain shining in its big shining eyes.

what the hell.

The old troll Death looked mighty and invincible, but he didn't expect it to be a soft-footed shrimp. He couldn't withstand it within a few minutes of being in direct contact with the Evil God. With such strength, he dared to participate in the confrontation between the Warden and the Eternal One. ?

It’s really overestimating one’s abilities!

But after ridiculing Muezala, Lady Moonberry began to worry about another thing.

"The abominable Bwonsamdi has invited terrible foreign aid. They are preparing to attack the Court of the Night with a group of loa who are going crazy. The Heart of the Forest is unaware of this. It is really terrible.

Can Her Majesty the Queen really withstand this evil force? "

The big goblin's eyes were full of worry.

Even though she was plotted by the little murloc to become its pet, Lady Moonberry obviously cared more about her hometown. From her point of view, she didn't feel that Her Majesty the Queen had done anything wrong.

The forest is indeed withering due to the lack of anima. As the mistress of Ardenweald, it is the Winter Queen's duty to find ways to collect anima. As for the sacrificed loa

Well, they sure are miserable.

But this is.

"A necessary sacrifice?"

A gentle voice sounded in the heart of Lady Moonberry, with a power to play with the mind. The voice seemed to hear the fairy Moonberry's inner thoughts, and he asked:

"Then why doesn't Her Majesty extract anima from naughty and bad-tempered goblins?

There are also many powerful creatures in the Meiye Royal Court, aren't there? You were born and raised here. When your hometown is threatened, shouldn't you dedicate a little bit of strength to it? "

"Who? Who is speaking in my heart? Come out!"

Moonberry was startled. She flapped her wings and flew around, holding powerful fairy magic in her hands. Colorful dust flew around her, making the little butterfly-like guy look around with vigilance.

"Oh, little one."

Black's hand fell from a height and was pressed on the white-haired head of Lady Moonberry. While he was stroking the hair of the great goblin, he put away the grunting sorrowful double blades that were being restrained after a full meal, and lowered his head. Voice said:

"When you excuse your queen and say the words 'necessary sacrifice,' you can no longer be a partner in justice. You don't even know what your queen is doing.

The goblin is indeed a goblin. No matter how cunning and naughty he is, he is still so kind at heart and unwilling to think about the truth from a dark perspective. You are truly the purest things that can be born in this shadow kingdom. "

"let me go!"

Lady Moonberry suddenly became furious and threw the fairy magic in her hand at the abominable evil god.

But the flying scorching sky fire hit the shadow tentacles emerging from Blake's feet and exploded with beautiful light, but it was not able to harm him at all.

She obviously hates it when other people touch her head, yelling like a grumpy little devil.

"Take care of your pets, or we'll have roast goblin meat for lunch today!"

The pirate held the moonberry and held her like a running little fish-man, and shouted to it again.

The latter croaked and apologized to the owner, while throwing out the broken chain of control and dragging the irritable Moonberry to the corner, and then took out a rope to tie her mouth to calm her down.

At this time, on the illusory sea of ​​souls in the center of the Hades, Muezala, who had half of his spirit body eaten, was at the end of his strength. The power released by the four death totems turned into black chains and tied him up. The blinded man was With ferocious blood-stained eyes, he roared at Bwonsamdi who was laughing wildly, but he screamed in pain under the whipping of the death whip thrown by the hateful Bwonsamdi.

What a wonderful picture of "a loving father and a filial son".

"Ah, the powerful Quiet One, if I had known you were so powerful, I should have found a way to trick you into my underworld. Please help me solve this trouble."

Bwonsamdi's figure traveled through space and appeared in front of Blake. He was suspended there with a flattering face on his face and said warmly:

"You are tired, right? Do you need a rest? Do you want me to arrange for some of the most beautiful and coquettish queens in the history of trolls to sleep with you? Do you want me to lick your shoes to make you feel happy?

Don't be formal, tell me, what do you want the old troll to do for you?

You are the king here today!

You can do whatever you want, just for today. "

"I have a 'fan meeting' over there."

Blake was not polite either. While soothing the strong fluctuations of anima power remaining on the armor, he said to Bwonsamdi:

"I know that your palace in the other world has some strange power that can connect to the material world. Prepare a 'reflection' palace for me. I need to talk to the chosen ones of the Silent Ones over there, and I need to arrange some things."

"Oh, another terrible conspiracy, another big plan to subvert the kingdom of death, I understand, I understand."

Bwonsamdi threw a troll-style golden key to Blake with a smile on his face, pointed at the temple-like palaces on the four sides of Hades, and said generously:

"Just pick one, my friend, no, my mighty brother, you have brought a real gift to old Bwonsamdi. You are already my half-brother."

"I'm afraid I'm not strong enough to be your brother."

The pirate shook the key in his hand and said in a long voice:

"God knows you bastard will sell me out for a little profit one day. Of course, you can try as much as you like and be responsible for anything that happens.

While I'm talking to you over there, go find my other 'friends' in Ardenweald. Isn't it just for this moment that I went through so much trouble to get them here?

If they don't come, you can threaten them with a 'favor'. "

Blake blew a pirate whistle, walked towards the nearest Temple of Reflection, stretched his body and said:

"They all owe me a favor, a huge favor."

"Tsk, tsk, what a pathetic guy."

Bwonsamdi praised Black behind him and said:

"It's a terrible thing to owe you a favor. It's basically linked to being 'cannon fodder', and it won't even taste good to eat."

"Need I remind you? Bwonsamdi."

The pirate stopped, glanced back at the jubilant troll Death, and said meaningfully:

"You also owed me a favor, just now."

"Well"

The happy smile on old Bwonsamdi's skeletal face instantly solidified, and a few seconds later he kicked away the troll skull that was placed on the platform as a decoration with a very unhappy kick.

"grass!"

One word perfectly expresses Bwonsamdi's eagerness to have a super-friendly relationship with all the women in the Black family.

——

According to some rumors, in addition to his main job of receiving troll souls and sending them to the Shadow Realm, Bwonsamdi also occasionally does "side jobs".

This guy will "lend" his magic essence, that is, his power, to some mortals who are in urgent need of power, set a period of time that is neither long nor short, and wait for the power to return.

Of course, this lending-and-recovery model is an extremely evil form of loan sharking.

If you borrow one point from Bwonsamdi, you have to pay back two or even three points. Except for those desperadoes and lunatics who think they can cheat death, no normal person should make such a deal.

Unfortunately, however, too many people in the material world have unnecessary confidence in their inferior wisdom, which has led to Bwonsamdi's side business being very prosperous.

In order to better serve his "customers", the old troll created a "reflection" in the temple that could connect to the material world, and it was not only connected to the single world of Azeroth.

The Shadow Realm has souls from all the material stars, and Bwonsamdi can naturally extend his influence to other worlds. Of course, the nostalgic old troll obviously prefers to do these bad things in his hometown.

"Ahem"

Blake walked to the edge platform of the Reflection Temple, picked up the Seal of Black Clothes and coughed a few times.

With the vibration of the godhead and the call of divine power, the skylight of the sea of ​​​​stars was simulated in front of his eyes, and his back quickly transformed, like a side-by-side monitor screen. Except for the little fish man, several other divine choices of the Silent Ones appeared in front of the pirates.

Each person holds a black seal in his hand, which is between reality and reality, through which he can communicate with his own gods across the world without interruption.

Mathias Shore, Nathanos Marris, the Warlock Trio, and Warchief Red Blackhand, these are the Chosen of the Quiet Ones.

In addition to them, there are Valeera Sangunar and Jarod Shadowsong, Gaboa and Eredin, guys who are closely related to Black.

It can be seen from the dense crowd standing in the background of these people that although Black has never actively preached the teachings of the Silent One, his faith has spread throughout Azeroth.

After becoming the evil god, Lord Silence finally has his own sect, which is really gratifying.

"My loyal followers and friends are all here. As you can see, my journey in the world of death is time-consuming and exciting. There is not so much time to waste."

Blake was dressed in the mysterious attire of a prophet in black, and he had the double blades of sadness suspended beside him with an elegant and cruel temperament.

He kicked open the anima treasure box at his feet, revealing the layers of anima orbs in the treasure box. He also took out the holy light crystal core collected in Revendreth and hung it in front of him, spreading his hands to Everyone in front of me said:

"These wonderful things of power are given to you by your generous gods. Now let's start bidding. The one with the highest price will win!"

"No, boss!"

The trio of warlocks suddenly wailed:

"We rented the largest conference hall in the college for today's divine ceremony, but you called everyone here just to sell things and make money?

Fortunately, we have prepared good tributes. "

"You idiots!"

Blake held his pipe in his mouth, folded his arms and said to everyone in front of him:

"When you pray to the gods and offer tributes, isn't it to obtain strength and gifts from the gods? When you pray to other powers, you have to read a scripture to show sincerity and so on.

But what a waste of time?

The conversation between us assholes should be more sincere. There is no need to chant sutras or pretend to be pious. I clearly mark the price and you show sincerity. This way it makes me comfortable and it is convenient for you.

Don't do that nonsense.

Haven't I already given you so much time to raise tributes? "

He rolled his eyes, casually picked up an anima orb shining with purple light from the box, tossed it up and down in his hand, and said to the people with different expressions in front of him:

"This little baby contains the high-level application of wild rage skills in the hunter's path to the beast king's knowledge of the natural power school in the field of life force. If you crush it, you can learn the delicate changes in the power of rage."

"I want it!"

Nathanos Maris, who was reflected in reality in front of Blake, immediately raised his hand and said:

"I may not be able to use it, but my disciple Lorna Crowley is about to embark on the battlefield of Gilneas. This will be the best gift her mentor can give her."

"That's it! Look, Marius has understood, and you are still foolishly seeking the comfort of formalism."

The pirate whistled, flicked the black seal in his hand, and threw the ball of anima orbs into the area where Marsanos was. The next second, the carefully prepared tributes were also sent to Black's feet. .

As expected of an old brother, he knows what Black likes best. He doesn't play tricks. He starts with a box of precious elf gold coins. It looks like the patterns are from the thousand-year secret treasure of the Windrunner family.

cool!

When it comes to the skill of making a soft meal, it depends on the son-in-law hunter of our Windrunner family.

"And then this."

Blake picked up another irregular ball of holy light crystal core, flicked it in his hand, and said to the others who were eager to try:

"This thing is very similar to the properties of Atama Crystal. It is the residual power left by the powerful Naaru after his death. After taking it back, find a good blacksmith to forge it.

You may not be able to create the Ashbringer in Varian Wrynn's hands, but you can easily get an upgraded version of the Purification Artifact.

Considering you are fighting demons, this item should be in high demand.

I have about fifty here, and there will be many more in the future. "

"I want it!"

Shaw spoke immediately, but the next moment, the laughing Chief Red snorted and said in an arrogant tone:

"You want it to be yours?

Just kidding, we orcs have prepared a lot for this divine ceremony. Such treasures should of course be used by the most powerful warriors.

Considering that most of your Stormwind City has already been captured, it would be a waste to leave it to you.

I pay double! "

"The battle situation on Mount Hyjal is intense, and the Sentinel troops need such weapons."

Jarod said:

"I'll pay three times. Besides, I'm not threatening you, but Mr. Black is my brother-in-law! Are you sure you want to rob me?"

The scene fell silent.

A group of people yelled at Jarod for his lack of martial ethics, but the elf commander turned a deaf ear. We can't lose face at this critical moment. Isn't that what human relationships are used for at this moment?

Blake shrugged, threw the crystal in his hand to his brother-in-law, and then picked up the next Anima Orb, his eyes filled with relaxed joy.

roll!

Roll me to death!

Without squeezing out the last bit of wealth from the believers, how could he, Black, have the face to call himself the evil god?