Shadow Trails in Azeroth

There are many dangerous forces in the world of Azeroth.

In this place, there is no shortage of dangerous gadgets that can make you stronger but also kill you.

For most sane people, never chasing or touching these things is the safest choice. However, in the eyes of some fighting beast chess-thinking combatants, even between darkness and darkness, that There is also a distinction between superior and inferior.

Even if they are both evil, they still have levels.

Black has a lot of evil in his hands.

Including but not limited to the Ursalus Hand of Death that he is currently using, and the Hand of Fate Scroll that he occasionally uses to bully opponents who are not smart enough.

There is also the soul-eating demon sword Apocalypse lying quietly in the magic bag.

These three gadgets are already considered the best among the mysterious evil forces in Azeroth, and they are all considered "evil holy weapons" in the eyes of mortals.

As for things like the Skull of Gul'dan and the Eye of Gul'dan, which were taken from the hands of mortal villains, they are a little less legendary and powerful.

But it is already an amazing "evil creation".

However, even if these dangerous items on the pirates were added together, their impact and threat to Azeroth would be far less than the purple-black dagger currently placed on the altar in front of him.

In terms of evilness alone, at this point in time, the Blade of Xal'atath Dark Empire is definitely the most dangerous evil weapon in Azeroth.

none of them.

"I learned about your name and your existence from various channels. Every time I learn more about you, the image of you becomes more complete in my mind.

I've been looking forward to meeting you.

It was like visiting a legendary figure, and I couldn't be more excited. "

In the middle of the ruins of Night Town at midnight, Blake took out various materials from his magic bag and talked to the evil weapon dagger in front of him, like a madman talking to himself.

Around the altar where the massacre had just occurred, the residual smell of blood could still be smelled in the darkness, but the corpses that should have been around had been cleaned up.

Perhaps it was what Old Ghani told the humble people under his command to do.

This forest was already dangerous enough, and the cautious Loa did not want some corpses filled with the power of shadow to attract alien creatures that were more difficult to deal with.

After the dark power of Karazhan invaded the forest, the space that maintains the material world here is no longer stable. As long as there is enough bait, it is really possible to attract strange creatures to break through.

"There is no need to show such enthusiasm, Derek Proudmoore, this is not the first time you and I have met. The little brother chases shadows like a kite."

Xal'atath's lazy voice echoed in the pirate's spirit as a response to his "fanatic fan" speech just now.

The sound is not unpleasant.

In fact, when it appears in Blake's mind, its unique timbre alone can make the pirate outline in his mind a dark, gloomy, always plotting, always provoking evil, and extremely dangerous person. The image of a charming and seductive lady.

No wonder Blake calls it "little sister."

Women with such voices generally don't look too bad.

Of course, considering that Miss Xalatath's origin is related to the void, there is a high probability that her body may be a disgusting pustule of flesh and blood.

In this noisier night, she said to the pirate in her heart-tugging tone:

"Sister, I had noticed you the last time you came to this forest. At that time, I was hesitating whether to give up on Natalie. She was very loyal to me and very smart. She eagerly learned the secrets of light and shadow from me. .

She's a very...well, very playful soul.

Even though she has entered the dark night, she still insists on only accepting the knowledge that she thinks is beneficial. This stubbornness has seriously hindered her growth and potential.

It also made me tired of her.

The Holy Light spent the first half of her life turning her into a dull obedient citizen. And what I offer her is freedom and power.

I hope she remembers my generosity.

But unfortunately, she is not the kind of soul who can focus on great things. She lacks the quality of sacrifice. She is willing to sacrifice herself, but cannot understand the necessity of sacrificing others. "

Xal'atath evaluated the holder she had just abandoned, and she said with a trace of regret that didn't seem to be hypocritical:

"Before I got tired of her, I actually liked her. Unfortunately, after all, she was not the 'right' person I was looking for across the vast sea of ​​time in the vast world."

"That's the story! I've heard this story, almost the same story."

The pirate placed the materials in his hands skillfully and evenly around the blood-stained altar. While busy, he listened to Xal'atath's evaluation of Natalie.

Then he said in a cheerful tone:

"It happened two hundred and thirty years ago during the War of the Three Hammers, in the wetlands on the edge of Khaz Modan, in the city of Grim Batol of the Wildhammer dwarves.

In the last war when the Dark Iron dwarves were about to destroy the Wildhammer dwarves, and in the legendary story of you ruthlessly abandoning the Dark Iron Witch Queen Modgud when she needed you most, you also commented on her the same way. "

"Ah, Modgud, yes. My first um, how many holders are there? Sorry, there are too many. After the number exceeds a thousand, no matter how fun the game is, it becomes boring.

From then on, I no longer consciously remembered these things. "

Hearing Blake mention the past, Xal'atath Blade of the Dark Empire, who was lying on the blood altar, also let out a neigh of pleasure.

It seemed to be remembering something happy.

With a tone of recalling the past, he said to Blake:

"When I was bored, I occasionally remembered the innocent Dark Iron Dwarf Witch Queen. Among all the companions I abandoned, she was quite unique.

The Dark Iron Witch Queen Modgud is easily influenced by various influences.

It comes from the fact that she has had difficulty concentrating for a long time since she was born, from the shortcomings caused by her race, and from the environment in which she grew up.

She was always angry.

She is always too angry.

She is a talented spellcaster, a very powerful Witch Queen, and a qualified ruler.

She has a lot less bottom line than Natalie.

When she first got me, she was ecstatic, and I just gave her a little bit of sweetness, and she became my best-behaved puppy.

In order to please me, she slaughtered 999 slaves of the Dark Iron dwarves in one day and presented those souls to me as a gift to win my heart.

Although my need for a soul is of no use.

But as a woman, it always feels good to be given such a precious gift.

Ah, I miss those days so much.

As long as I casually say what I want, Modgud will do whatever it takes to realize it for me, just like a loyal dog that kneels at my feet, even willing to abandon his dignity and lick my toes.

And regard this cowardice as a kind of glory. "

"But you abandoned her anyway."

After the pirate patiently listened to Xal'atath's views on the other holder, he stretched out his hand and slightly changed the position of the last few materials beside the altar.

And just like chatting, he said to Xal'atath:

"Even if Modgood is so qualified as a female licker, no matter how good she is at licking, she can't win your heart. I guess the reason why you abandoned her is the same as the reason why you abandoned Natalie.

She's not the 'right' person either? "

"No, no, no, it's not just because of that. Also, don't use the word 'abandon', it will make me look very cold. I prefer to use 'abandon'.

It's like an owner abandoning an unbehaved and unqualified puppy.

Also, I like the word "dog licking" very much, and it is indeed very suitable to describe the Black Iron Witch Queen and countless holders before me. "

Sataras explained very seriously:

"Modgud is a very pure dwarf, and there is only one thing she desires from me, and that is power.

whispering sound.

It's just power.

That's why I abandoned her.

She is so ignorant, sitting on a treasure trove, but only wants to get the most trivial things. She has done so much for me, and all she desires in return is strength?

I felt like she was humiliating me.

Plus, her little licking dog is too 'qualified'.

In the last period of time, she even took me to bathe and sleep with her.

You have to understand, Derek, I am also a woman, and I also have my own reservations, so when she needed me most, I ruthlessly abandoned her. "

The demonic ghost in Blade of the Dark Empire, with a kind of cruel pleasure, vividly described to Blake the scene of the tragic death of the Dark Iron Witch Queen two hundred and thirty years ago.

she says:

"It's in Grim Batol, in that mountain city.

Prince Kaderros of the Wildhammer, the furious Skyborn, used his extraordinary courage to rally the remaining Wildhammer warriors.

They know they can't win, so they think about sacrificing themselves to win hope for others. I have been watching everything secretly as they launched a desperate counterattack against the Dark Iron Dwarves.

Cadros was so brave that he charged into the battle like a bull and miraculously came to Modgud.

There the fate of the Wildhammer and Dark Iron tribes would be decided.

But neither of them knew that it was me who was secretly manipulating them. I interfered with the will of the Black Iron Warriors and allowed Cardros' charge to go smoothly.

I want to use the hand of the Wildhammer Prince to complete my 'farewell' to Modgud.

By then, I was tired of her.

Alas, that's just how I am.

No matter how interesting the soul is, I will soon feel bored.

In short, the Dark Iron Witch Queen unleashed dark power on her enemies. It was a spell I taught her, but the spell failed due to my interference.

Then, in despair, Modgud reached for her ever-present dark blade, me.

but I

Haha, I have left her.

The way I came to her, her most trusted guard stole me away.

Although I only said a few words to the dwarf.

Those little guys often brag about having a rock-hard will, but they're obviously just bragging.

In the midst of the melee, with joyful faith, I said goodbye to my Modgud, who had lost me and the strength to fight back in the end.

So under my guidance, Prince Cardros of the Wildhammer swung his warhammer violently, shattering Modgud's skull.

In return for his 'helping' me to get rid of the Dark Iron Witch, I generously gave them a 'victory' on the day when the Wildhammer clan was supposed to be exterminated. "

The hellish story ended and Sataras fell silent.

The pirate had also taken out the Devil's Strike from his arms and made a light scratch on the palm of his hand.

Blood continued to drip into the ritual materials arranged below, and a magical wind surged up, making this quiet midnight even more harsh.

Amidst the noise, Xal'atath spoke again and said to Black:

"Do you know how angry she was when I abandoned Modgud at the most critical moment and fell to the Wildhammer tribe? Well, I was just curious, what did you do with this ritual?

Why should my body be placed in the center of the ceremony?

This looks like some evil ritual by the trolls.

Well, little Drake, you are indeed a very magical person. After you got me, the way you used me was different from all my previous companions. "

Facing its doubts, the pirate placed his bloody fingers on the altar and on the blade of the Dark Empire Blade.

He replied:

"Of course I know, little sister, you told me the story of Good Good to remind me that you can easily lose it. It's also like a disguised warning to me.

After I hold you, you are the master.

Just like the relationship between a rider and his mount, in this intimate relationship that is about to begin, I am your mount, and you want to be the driver.

Sorry, little sister.

Although I am single, I am not a bitch. When interacting with girls, I prefer to take the initiative. In your future relationship with me, I am the rider.

You can only be a mount that I control

As for this ceremony.

Let me explain briefly, it is called the Divine Power Extraction Ceremony.

They are those evil-minded Loa priests who specialize in stealing dangerous things and robbing the power of the Loa gods. The reason why I put you here is not to hurt you.

I just want to give you freedom.

Xal'atath.

Take you out from this broken house that is like a wreck left behind by other ancient gods after you were just born, and then find you a warm new home.

A lady of status should not live in such an undignified place. "

At this moment, the pirate grasped the blade of Xal'atath Dark Empire tightly. Amidst the piercing screams of the young lady, as if he had encountered a pervert, he launched the ritual and clasped the trembling evil weapon.

Odin's Shield jumped out of the other hand.

Being held tightly in the hands of the pirates, the waves of mental shocks that Xalatas hit were resolved without any damage. In the beating of the golden runes, he said:

"I have already said that I am willing to become one with you, but don't think about abandoning me like you abandoned your other companions.

Come on, Xalatath, you little bitch of unknown origin, your flirting has successfully aroused the interest of His Highness.

Come, become one with me. "