Shadow Trails in Azeroth

When all abyssal creatures were created, they were born with the corrosive consciousness of the abyss.

Their existence itself represents the distortion, tolerance and transformation of all things by the void. All creations of the void, including the Flesh Abnormality, the Shadow Demon, Krasis, the Faceless One, and Xir, rarely have a normal form.

They love eyeballs that symbolize taboos, are ecstatic about tentacles, and prefer bug- and fish-like shapes.

The tail is necessary.

As for backward and normal organs like hands, they are absolutely not necessary.

But this rule is awkward in this situation, brother.

How can you play guessing without hands?

Rely on thoughts?

"Whoosh"

Black came out with rocks this time.

When the divinity of the Hand of Destiny turned into a rotating illusory boulder and hit the dark soul hard, the body and soul of the void thing roared and roared with displeasure at the same time.

It falls into a trap.

But it was powerless to resist.

"Stop struggling, playing guessing game with a guy like you is as easy as playing guessing game with some blue tanuki with a fourth-dimensional anus.

I can win with my eyes closed! "

The pirate looked up at the shattered ugly soul and said:

"I really doubt now that the destiny power left by this unknown Loa was born to deal with void creations like you.

According to the rules of the game, any race with a higher IQ is likely to be counterattacked.

But only heaven can defeat you.

It’s almost like I’m targeting you on purpose.”

The pirate raised his left hand, and in the third round of the guessing game, he threw the cloth of destiny, wrapping the dark soul.

It's like launching a sandstorm and a funeral.

As Black's five fingers closed together, the screaming dark soul was compressed and twisted bit by bit. Under the squeeze of the weird divine power, it was once again torn apart by one-tenth of its size.

"There are still seven more rounds. It's enough for me to tear you into pieces that even mother doesn't recognize."

Black raised his left hand, looked back at the old lich, and shouted:

"Merry, do you want to come and play together?"

"Just have fun with yourself."

The old lich had no expression on his face and expressed his refusal with a dull expression.

He was already very indifferent to these weird and sexy tricks that Black, a stinky pirate, would do.

This meeting had no intention of joining the "happy" guessing game, but focused all its attention on Krasis, who was bound in the dark cave.

In fact, the old lich is also "playing".

But the way he plays is that of an academic, which is different from the superficial and simple game of Pirates.

After completing the ascension ceremony and transforming into an eternal immortal lich, he received new power from the gift of death.

The time now is too short, and I have not been familiar with using this power, and this nearly immortal abyss monster with void divine power in front of me is just a good opportunity to practice my skills.

With the support of this idea, the old lich started a "dual-line operation".

Holding the staff of Atiesh, he maintained the restraint of the ice chains, and while summoning death and withering, he constantly created death cracks around Krasis's huge body.

Waves of shocking blue energy erupted like fountains.

Every time the body of the abyss is washed, part of its huge limbs will be wiped away like a rag. That is the aspect of all life, representing the devouring and washing away of death.

These abyssal creatures were born in the darkness and grew up in the corruption of the void.

But they still belong to twisted life.

Since it is life, it can be attacked by death.

The scene in front of me is extremely evil!

Dathrohan, the great knight holding the steel sword Stromka, held the steel sword horizontally in front of him, making a defensive posture amid the blooming of holy light. But now, there is no need for him to go forward to conquer.

Just hold the relic of Emperor Thoradin and protect the old mage who is casting a spell.

He looked to his left.

The old lich is torturing Zakaz's fallen body with the power of death.

The blue energy wrapped around him makes one's hair stand on end at a glance. The strong yin and coldness not only affects the body, but also freezes the soul.

The knight's armor was covered with black frost, so he moved away from the old mage.

He looked to the right again.

The pirate Black over there is holding a buckler in one hand and constantly waving various gestures with the other hand.

Every time the guessing game ends, that weird and ferocious soul, like an ugly soul covered in dark mud with twisted flesh and blood, will be torn off into a large piece.

Those torn souls will be devoured by the cursed war scythe placed at his feet.

In this dark cave, you can vaguely hear the devil's deep laughter and contented whimpering, full of evil flavor.

This gave the sincere knight an illusion for a moment.

He himself indeed represents the force of justice fighting against the dark things, but the two people around him are not righteous friends.

The scene right now is more like a "civil war between evil and evil."

The death frost swayed by the old lich and the purple wailing soul wrapped around the pirate made the two of them more like the dark walkers in the story.

He is a glittering paladin, and he is really out of place here.

"Gloomy despair marches in the abyss. They curse this world where order is about to collapse. Come help me! Come help me."

General Void, whose body and soul were tortured at the same time, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Zakaz realized that he was weak and could not deal with the people in front of him at the same time, so with a low, sneaky and weird roar, he opened the purple-black shadow door with difficulty.

Amidst the wild roars of fish-men, the sound of large strange things rushing through the water resounded in the underground caves. It was the summons of this abyssal creature that had been unlucky for a long time.

It wants to call those creatures who are hidden deep in the dark underground world and serve the God of Curses to the battlefield in front of them.

"Evil! Don't even think of succeeding!"

The great knight, who was watching the show on the sidelines and was even a little bored, immediately became energetic when he saw the Shadow Door open.

His eyes lit up, he held a sharp steel sword in both hands, strode forward, and waved the holy light around him, wanting to fight evil so that he could win victory in this dark place for his holy faith.

But just when the Holy Light Movie King took three steps forward and was about to swing his sword at the twisted flesh and blood in front of him, a hot and huge flame of Holy Light rose from the temple outside the cave.

The flame was like a rising sun.

The moment it was swayed into the darkness, it illuminated every place in the underwater cave. Its light was so hot and dazzling that the great knight reached out to cover his eyes.

A rude yell came from the pirate who was playing a game of guessing.

The shadow power around him was dissipated in an instant.

The old lich is even worse.

Holding his burned body, which was constantly emitting white smoke, he staggered back a few steps, waved his hand and hit an ice storm on himself, and then the golden flames burning on his body were extinguished.

The flesh-and-blood monsters that roared and rushed into the material world as the Shadow Gate opened were completely engulfed by this scorching light, like fire burning through the barrenness, leaving only ashes falling.

The creature of the abyss in the cave, General of the Void, Zakaz, the slayer of the ancient gods, let out an earth-shattering roar.

pain!

It was like going back thousands of years to the battlefield with Tyr, the God of Courage.

It was as if the gods that had long since fallen here reappeared on the land of the material world.

He is entwined with inexhaustible burning courage, and with an iron will that will never be defeated, he crosses the vast sea of ​​endless time and comes to execute the final judgment on evil!

"No!"

Zakaz roared out a voice of despair as his body burned with golden flames.

"Cool!"

It's like a forbidden duet.

While the creatures of the abyss roared, the pirate Black, who was chasing the shadow, also held the hand of death and waved his thumb to the temple behind him.

before his eyes.

In this dark temple that has been sealed for thousands of years, Alonsos Fao, a bad old man, is standing in a piece of holy light that seems to be substantial.

The hood on his body was burned away, revealing the white priest's robe, and his long beard swayed in the light.

The waist is straight.

Floating in front of his left hand was a thick war hammer, the body of which was shaped like a scroll.

It has a clenched fist symbol in the center.

Rays of extremely pure holy light, like beating lightning, emitted power from the war hammer and poured into the old man.

Outside his robe, mysteriously beating runes were created, like a armor of holy light, while golden wings spread out behind the old man.

There is also a golden halo on his head.

There was also a flash of light in his eyes.

Let this human pope come to the place of despair like a golden god at this moment, to call out the light of hope and eliminate all evil.

handsome.

Handsome indeed.

This strange scene represents the legendary priest using pure holy light to finally reawaken this divine weapon tens of thousands of years after the god's fall.

"Whoosh"

The hook thrown by the pirate was locked on the stone pillar of the temple. Blake's figure was like a flying bird, flying across the light-filled land and landing lightly next to the Pope.

"Your Majesty, your work has been successfully completed."

Black stretched out his hand, placed it on the two-handed war hammer that was floating in front of him, and said to the Pope of Holy Light who was posing in the holy light next to him:

"You can go."

"哐"

The pirate just finished speaking.

A sound that made everyone tremble sounded just above the cave.

The remaining three people looked up and saw that the rock layer supporting the top of the underwater cemetery could no longer withstand the heavy pressure of the lake above after losing the support of the Holy Hammer.

Under the action of water pressure, a black crack was rapidly shattering along the stone wall.

And ice-cold water also gushes out from the cracks.

This place is going to collapse.

"Meili, take the two of you away. Don't worry about me. I have a way to escape. This valley is going to collapse. Take them as far away as possible!"

Blake held up the golden war hammer, which was as bright as the blazing sun, and turned it around in his hand, holding it in his hand in a very standard manner.

He stared closely at the abyss creature in front of him that had been weakened to the extreme, and said to the old lich:

"I'll finish the rest!"

"Buzz"

At the same time that the old lich's teleportation spell was activated without hesitation, the pirate's shadow step was activated.

Like a light moving through the darkness.

The next time he appeared, he had landed on the ugly head of the creature of the abyss.

At this moment, the pirate looked like a standard Holy Light actor, with golden lights all over his body, and even golden wings shining behind his back.

The expressiveness and light and shadow effects are perfect!

"哐"

The scorching sledge hammer smashed Zakaz's big eyeball, and the place where it fell was like a blazing flame, smashing one third of the head of this extremely weak and ugly thing.

The next moment, his figure became erratic.

In the entanglement of light and shadow, the killing feast was launched.

Holding the shining golden hammer head, when the mountain wall above his head was completely shattered and the heavy cold water collapsed, the figure dragging the flowing war hammer danced up and down the body of Krasis.

The hammer in Black's hand hummed.

It roars.

After these ten thousand years, it must complete what its owner has not completed!

Although the one holding it is not a god, and is even incompatible with the power of Tyr, the god of courage.

But at this moment, the Silver Hand artifact, once again awakened by a legendary priest, still opened its power to Black without reservation.

In the cathartic flow of water flowing down, thousands of stars seemed to burst out on the broken body of the abyss creation.

It's like being exposed to the golden holy flames, which will eventually incinerate it and the distortion and corruption it symbolizes, at the last moment when the cursed life will be ended.

It raised its head and looked at the flowing water above its head with its remaining dark eyes, and from that water, it saw the new world that would be millions of years later.

The mission of its birth is to drag this world into despair.

but.

There will never be that chance again.