Shadow Trails in Azeroth

It doesn't matter if a person fails once. No matter how great a person is, he cannot guarantee to win all the time.

But a person who failed four times in a row can actually make a comeback, which is enough to prove that this guy is definitely capable.

At least it must know how to kneel down and lick the winner and reflect its own value as quickly as possible in order to survive and develop new forces.

Xavius ​​is worthy of being a "career planning master" who can work continuously under the four ruthless men of Isaac LS Glass, N'Zos and Zoval. When he realized that he was once again in a desperate situation, he almost did not hesitate. On the warden's territory, he completely sold his new owner.

And it's really good at observing people's emotions.

Upon realizing that the Mark of the Eternal in the hands of Emperor Denathrius had fallen into Black's hands, Xavius ​​knew that Black had become allies with the Emperor and the Maw King Zovar.

While scolding the bastard who delivered the message to him for being unethical, he keenly grasped the hidden antagonism between the evil trio of "Black x Emperor Denathrius x Warden Zoval".

They did cooperate.

But they are definitely not of the same mind, and this is the only chance for their own survival.

"Um?"

Black didn't expect Xavius ​​to kneel down so quickly. He didn't even ask anything. This guy just poured beans out of a bamboo tube and told all the little secrets he had.

Its legs were severed by Taysalak, and the Titan's blade contained not only the divinity of Fenner's courage and the condemning power of the Venthyr Sin-Eater, but also the remnants of Aggramar's godhead.

If Fenner hadn't saved its life as a reward, the knife just now would have been enough to kill Xavius.

The slaves with the fourth surname were really frightened.

It endured the pain, shook its body, and said to Blake in an extremely humble tone amidst the noise and vibrations of the Nagfar's continuous cannon fire washing the ground on both sides of the River Styx:

"I served as a torturer in Torghast Tower of Sinful Souls, Lord Black, where I saw the secrets of Warden Zoval, ruler of the Maw.

He imprisoned the souls who fell into the Maw. Souls from all worlds were detained there. He extracted the anima from those souls, and then stuffed those weak souls into spiritual steel armor to create an army of Abyssworn.

He has been doing this for countless epochs, and the army he has hidden in the fortresses across the Maw is enough to overthrow the Burning Legion head-on. I am definitely not exaggerating, my lord.

You know that I also served Lord Sargeras.

I am certain that in a local battle with the planet as the battlefield, the same number of demons are absolutely no match for the Yuansworn. The demons can return to the Twisting Nether to be reborn, but the Yuansworn are even more outrageous!

Because they won't die at all."

Xavius ​​moved his long tongue full of scorch marks with difficulty. He glanced at Blake and felt happy when he found that Lord Evil God was listening attentively.

It seems that my information is valuable.

"go on."

A black tentacle with blue eyes emerged from Blake's shadow, surrounding the weak Xavius ​​like a snake, strangling its neck bit by bit.

The power of the void was eroding the body of death, and Xavius ​​even heard the call of the Sunless Sea in a trance.

It knew that it had to come up with more useful information, which would definitely offend the gloomy warden Zoval, leaving this new star of the Devouring Abyss with no place to die.

But the good news is that Sarvis has done this kind of betrayal so many times that he has no psychological barriers at all.

So it licked its lips and said quickly:

"Any world where the River Styx flows can be connected to the core of the Maw. Those miserable Eternals once tried to use this land of despair as a prison for Lord Zoval, but they underestimated Lord Zoval's determination and determination. strength.

He spent countless epochs transforming his cage into his own weapon!

He is now the embodiment of the will and power of the entire Maw. With the help of the connection between the Maw and the River Styx, the Abyssworn people under his command can gain countless lives.

During your travels in the River Styx, you must have seen those remnant souls imprisoned in the River Styx. There are endless numbers of them, and they are all reserve legions under Zovar's command.

As long as the spiritual steel armor is still there, the Warden of the Maw has an endless army at his disposal. He also designed a terrifying scorched beast, and Hela once borrowed one to protect her Hades.

You should have seen that terrifying behemoth of death, but what I want to tell you is that such a behemoth is at most a high-level cannon fodder in the Abyss Legion.

The forces of death are plotting to subvert the material world.

Their terrible patience and preparation for this are unimaginable to living people.

The most important thing is that thanks to the war between Azeroth and the Burning Legion, the Maw has gained a batch of good power seeds, which come from our common hometown, sir. "

Xavius ​​lowered his head and said:

"Perhaps Azeroth is really blessed. The souls of that world that have come to the realm of death are overflowing with anima, and are more delicious and powerful than the souls of other worlds.

After the Eternal Arbiter crashed, all the souls of the dead fell into the Maw, and Zoval asked me to secretly select the souls of Azeroth and send them to Torghast Tower of Sinful Souls.

He wants

He will use the souls of those warriors to create a death vanguard that can run rampant across the material stars! There is also the Scourge of the Undead, my lord, the Scourge of the Undead in Azeroth is the Soul Seeker of Zoval.

Anduin Lothar is the champion of Zoval!

All souls killed by Frostmourne will be sent directly to Zoval's hands. The more vigorously they resist in the material world, the more powerful the death army will be. "

Sephiel and Xalatath behind Black looked at each other. Both ladies felt troubled, but Lord Evil God had no expression on his face. He looked down at the flattering Xavius ​​at his feet.

explain:

"Can you tell me something I don't know? If it's just information like this, then I think it's not worth it for me to take the risk of offending the warden and leaving you alive."

"I"

Xavius ​​was horrified.

It gritted its teeth and knew it had to get the real deal.

"Zoval and Emperor Denathrius are not of the same mind!"

The villain who was accustomed to betrayal finally told a piece of the truth he had caught after working in the Maw for so long. It lowered its voice with some fear and said to Black:

"Although the two Eternals are working together to overthrow the destiny, what the Great Emperor wants is a complete era of death, and he longs to rule all the worlds.

But Zoval wanted something purer or crazier.

I once wondered if the Warden was crazy, but he seemed to really want to unite the powers of the two worlds, death and life, through overwhelming reunification.

I doubt He must know something.

He is always saying that a divided world cannot withstand the coming disaster. But He never says what the so-called disaster is.

The Emperor is forcing Zoval to use his legions to conquer the material world for him, but Zoval would rather go to a mysterious place to fulfill his wish. "

"You are so perceptive that you can actually draw such accurate conclusions based on your own observations."

Blake sighed in admiration.

Then he shook his head again and said:

"But this is not enough. Let me ask you, have they found the Eternal Mark of the Soldier Master?"

"No."

Xavius ​​glanced at the sky on the other side of the Maw in fear.

There, you can vaguely see huge chains crossing the sky, seeming to drag another hidden floating island from outside the curtain into the realm of the Maw.

It whispered:

“Not long ago, they seemed to have gotten some information. The warden used his terrifying power to search for a mysterious continent called ‘Kesia’ in the realm of death.

They were sure that the soldier master hid his mark there.

But Zoval didn't seem to be interested in this. Now the servants of Emperor Denathrius were searching the land, and I was not qualified to participate in the conversation between the two Eternals.

The only thing I know is that they haven't gotten the mark of the Soldier Master yet. "

"Good, that's what I wanted to hear."

Black nodded with satisfaction and said to Xavius:

"伱! You now represent the majesty of the Silent One. You are my spokesperson in this world of death. Now, I need you to take my ship along the Styx and sail directly to Kesia.

Before the servants of Emperor Denathrius succeed, bring me the mark of the war master. "

"Snapped"

The pirate snapped his fingers, and Sephiel and Xalatas stepped forward one on the other. He said to his two wives:

"This prisoner is handed over to you. If it is dishonest, you know what to do."

"Dad!"

Princess Mononoke also relied on her firepower advantage to wipe out the surrounding Deepsworn army. She jumped next to Blake, pointed to the sky in the distance and said:

"There's something flying over there!"

"Um?"

The pirate turned his head and looked into the distance, where something strange was flying over quickly.

It was a weird eyeball creature, with an "armor" made of yin iron and black steel shaped around the main body, which not only protected the eyeballs but also gave the eyeballs pulled by the chains more strange power.

"That is Zoval's evil eye, Lord Black."

Xavius ​​carried out his mission perfectly. He explained in a low voice:

"The Warden has always stayed in his dominion sanctuary and almost never appears to patrol his territory, but his magic eyes watch this ruthless land on his behalf. Everything that happens here cannot escape Zoval's control. Watch.

I heard some of the spirits who have lived here brag that this eye comes from our hometown."

"It's Odin's eyes, no need to guess."

Blake snorted and said:

"The King of War was once deceived by an ancient spirit, and the price was the Eye of the Titan Guardian, but Odin didn't lose anything. He did gain valuable knowledge of the dead.

Okay, this is not what you need to worry about. "

The pirate ignored the warden's eyes flying over. He turned back to Princess Mononoke who was showing off her power and said:

"I'm going to disembark. You and the others will continue to move forward. Xavius ​​will be your guide. After you get the Mark of the Soldier Master, you will return to the Maw and wait for my orders.

I will ask my generous 'friend' to set aside a dock fortress for you to use. If you feel bored, go to Torghast Tower of Sinful Souls.

There are a lot of great animas out there.

I think the generous warden would be willing to give those precious powers to his friends and collect more for me to use later. "

"Um."

Sephiel nodded.

The first auxiliary dragon accepted the order very professionally and stood up on tiptoes to kiss the corner of the captain's mouth. She was no longer angry. For her, long-term companionship was much more important than temporary passion.

As for Xal'atath

Of course, the lamia was unwilling to leave her little master just like that, but she smuggled in the seeds of the evil god and couldn't leave the Nagfar, so she could only follow Sephiel to Kesia for a walk.

Moreover, this clone is still too fragile and cannot even do some exciting tricks, which is really a headache.

"Karl!"

The pirate shouted to the air force commander on his ship:

"Are you going to follow me or go out with the boat?"

"I hate the Maw. This damn place makes my skin fade."

General Karl leaned against the gun of the steel battleship, waving his paws in a very salty manner and said:

"I'm going to find a place to turn into a stone statue to survive these difficult days. Anyway, don't disturb me."

"Then I might as well ask more clearly."

Blake stood with his hands behind his hands and asked:

"What would you do if Emperor Denathrius ordered you to snatch the Mark of the War Master from my companions?"

"Hey, this is such a weird question."

General Karl rolled his eyes and said:

"Our lease period is five hundred years, and one year has not passed yet. Besides, the emperor and you are allies, why does he want to steal the mark of the Eternal?

He has given you two seals, indicating that He does not care about the remaining three.

Take back your dark speculations. "

"All right."

Blake shrugged and said:

"I may go to Revendres to find my wife next. Do you want me to bring some letters to your friends?"

"Need not."

General Karl waved his paw and said coolly:

"The Stoneborn have eternal life, I don't need you to bring any news, but if you see the annoying Draven, remember to let him wash his neck and wait!

When I go back, I will teach that stupid male who took my position as general a lesson. "

"Very good. Seeing a group of stones with such vivid emotions makes me look forward to the Kingdom of Death more and more. To be honest, I am very curious whether you stone descendants can fall in love.

Although there is no mating process, the breeding of offspring will probably involve the two of you working together to carve a new stone demon? "

Black asked a naughty question, and received a raised middle finger from General Carl in response. He curled his lips. It seemed that these stone descendants had really learned a lot in the material world.

Hey, don’t engrave all these messy things into your character!

A few minutes later, the Nagfar continued to sail along the Styx in the direction of the mysterious floating island Kesia. Blake, Fenna and the little fishmen stood on the bank of the bombed-out potholes and headed towards Sephiel and Xal'atath and Princess Mononoke say goodbye.

The ship quickly disappeared into the extremely low visibility in the white mist gathering on the Styx River. In this place where the gunpowder smoke remained, Fenna looked around restlessly, then took her stinky brother's hand, and stood before him There was whispering in the ears.

Blake curled his lips, kicked the funny little fish man who covered his ears to prevent him from listening to the dirty words, and then patted Finna's firm buttocks to calm her down.

"somebody is coming."

He said something.

The next moment, as the weird heart energy gathered, groups of gray souls beat and formed a rotating hexagonal black door. As Blake watched, a tall guy like a giant walked out of it.

His body is dotted with spiked shackles all over, and there are rusty four-cornered chains hanging low around his waist and wrists. The long and short rings have a deep and dark temperament.

His waist, arms and forehead were covered with blue control runes, and the most peculiar thing was that there was a black hole in his chest. It looked like his heart had been taken out.

There are also gray metal neck protectors on the neck that look like restraints and prison rings, as well as decorations like sharp knives and thin blades standing up on both sides of the neck.

Groups of blue anima balls surrounded him. This guy was walking barefoot on the smoke-filled ground. His first impression was like a fugitive who had escaped from prison.

"What the hell kind of prison-style outfit is this?"

Blake murmured under his breath.

Then he adjusted his standard black prophet attire, took off his hood, shook his long blond hair, and walked towards the gloomy guy in front of him.

The two were silent for a few seconds. Blake took the initiative to reach out to the giant in front of him and whispered:

"Well, I'm sorry for beating your servants on your territory, but it was also their provocation.

I am Black Shaw the Silent, and it is a pleasure to meet you, Lord Zovar the Death Eternal, former Arbiter, Exile, Lord of the Maw, and Warden. "

Zoval didn't reach out, just stared at Black with his cold blue eyes.

After a few seconds, He spoke:

"Why are you staring at my head? Is there something dirty on my head?"

Blake shrugged.

He looked at the warden's bald, barren head.

Not only did it have no hair, it didn't even have eyebrows. It was as bald as a gray-white stewed egg, making the pirate unable to look away.

He whispered:

"No wonder you regard Lothar as your warrior. Well, in a sense, you two really match each other. You dare to show off in the market with such a hairstyle.

Tsk tsk, you are indeed a real strong man, I am not as good as you. "