Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The feud between Mulzala and Bwonsamdi is the most complex of all the myths in Azeroth, and it is also one that has been completely forgotten.

This story can't be told in hundreds of thousands of words. Fortunately, during Blake's travels, the big pirate has pieced together the whole story.

It is simply that after the ambitious old father realized that the power of the God of Death could not give him the transcendence he desired, he chose to collude with another big BOSS Zoval, plotting to gain more power while handing over his power of the God of Death to his own boss. The adopted son comes to deceive others.

But he was probably blinded by the bright future promised by Zoval, which led him to see the wrong person. Who would have thought that Bwonsamdi, who had always been cunning and vicious, could be so upright on big issues of right and wrong.

After realizing that his father wanted to subvert the order of all things, Bwonsamdi decisively gave his father a vicious backstab.

He spent tens of thousands of years erasing all records about Mu'ezala in Azeroth, allowing the name of the oldest Loa to be forgotten by time, so that Mu'ezala could never return to his birthplace. The world is permanently isolated in the kingdom of death.

This is how old Bwonsamdi saves the world!

Unfortunately, something went wrong with this plan. It was with Black's help that Bwonsamdi finally destroyed the last Shrine of Night, and he was just a little short of overturning.

Muezala, who had absolutely no hope of returning to Azeroth, was stabbed in the back by her adopted son. She wanted to take revenge on him in the world of death. With the help of her boss, the Warden, Muezala entered the other world again. He vowed to end all Bwonsamdi efforts here once and for all.

Unfortunately, although Bwonsamdi did not inherit Mu'ezala's terrifying power, he did have his own advantage, that is, the old troll was very good at making friends.

Now, Bwonsamdi took the reinforcements he had found and strode to the Palace of the Underworld, which had been completely controlled by the Father of Night.

He has to face the biggest fear and nightmare of his life.

Just as his crazy father wanted to crush him here, Bwonsamdi also decided to end Mu'ezala's ambitions in his own palace.

"Too strong."

After following Blake to the suspended Hades built in the reflection of an illusory world, General Draven, who was ready for battle, felt the power and majesty of the ancient Loa in front of him.

General Shi Yi moved his claws and said in a low tone:

“This is already close to the power of the Eternal One. Even if I have never heard the name ‘Muezala’, I can be sure that it is definitely the most relied upon servant of Warden Zoval.

Can we really beat this guy? "

"Are you looking down on me, a real god?"

Black complained angrily, and the Blade of Sorrow in his hand screamed that he wanted to kill this miserable stone descendant who dared to underestimate the great master.

But Lord Evil God also knows that General Draven's upright character is not deliberately mocking.

He just tells it like it is.

"If it were in the material world, I absolutely believe that a god like you could kill or seal a demigod like Muezala effortlessly."

General Shiyi explained:

"But your dual gods are suppressed in the realm of death, and according to Bwonsamdi, Mu'ezara was the former god of death, and his manipulation of the power of death must be outstanding.

You definitely can't lose.

But it’s probably not that easy to win. Again, I don’t mean to underestimate you. "

"Shut up."

Black waved his hand, turned to look at Bwonsamdi, who was floating beside him in a masked posture, and said:

"Don't you have any trump cards? If you say you don't have any, then you are useless and I will throw you out as bait."

"That's not possible! Am I the kind of bastard who would trick a good friend into dying?"

Bwonsamdi pointed glibly to the surroundings of Hades suspended in the illusory sea of ​​stars, where there were four troll-style spiers. He said to the guys beside him:

"Look, my carefully crafted death totems are placed on those four platforms, and they are connected to all the anima springs in the entire Hades Palace.

Simultaneous activation when necessary can release all the anima of Hades, restraining Muezala for a short period of time and weakening it.

But time is limited. Our powerful Lord Black must beat my old father until he is weak within this time, otherwise we will not be able to keep him.

The call of the Maw will bring him out of danger. "

"He doesn't want to go anywhere!"

The evil god raised the Blade of Sorrow, touched the blue blade with his black gauntlet, and brought up streams of divine light. He looked at the huge phantom of the troll standing above the Hades in front of him, and said in a pretentious manner:

"Did you hear that?"

"Huh? What did you hear?"

Lady Moonberry, who was forced in by the little fishman to work, raised her ears out of curiosity and confusion and asked. She indeed heard nothing. But at this moment, Bwonsamdi said in a long and flattering voice:

"Salameni is hungry."

"Yes, my babies are hungry, and muezala looks delicious."

Blake stepped forward, and the abyssal appearance of the Silent One quickly rose in his shadow. The terrifying, twisted and weird shadow of the void made General Draven purse his lips.

He didn't want to admit it, but at this moment, an emotion called "fear" also arose in the heart of that firm rock.

Moonberry was so frightened that she hid behind the little fish-man. Goblins are famous for being naughty, but they are also cowards. They are easily frightened by things they have never seen before.

Blake ignored these living treasures. With a wave of his finger, four guys, including the little fish man, rushed to the four square platforms of the Hades Palace. One of them happened to activate a death totem to help Blake pull Muezha, the most ancient Luo. Ah completely suppressed this.

As for Lord Evil God himself, he raised his feet and walked towards the large platform facing the Hades Palace.

The souls of the giant trolls around him who had been controlled by Muezala rushed towards him without fear. When they stepped into the rolling and twisted shadow land, they were struck one after another by the ten thousand snake tentacles between illusion and reality. The capture was pulled into the tumbling cracks in the void.

How dare these pathetic guys approach a God of the Void?

Who gave them the courage?

Could it be this old troll in front of me who doesn't know that his death is coming?

“The god of death, the father of sleep, the son of time, the friend of the night, the oldest soul floats in the reflection of the world of death, and the confused people who don’t know where to go are longing for the wind of their hometown.

Come, Muezala, appear before the Silent One.

You know who I am.

This is not the first time we have met. "

Black, wearing the armor of the Moon God and carrying the Blade of Sorrow, stood on the platform of Hades, calling Mu'ezara's name in the oldest troll language. The moment his voice fell, the figure suspended in the shadowy Hades The vision of a huge troll above the Star Sea opened his eyes suddenly.

His appearance is plain and simple, just like a Zandalari troll magnified countless times.

Probably because he had lived too long, black bone spurs grew out of the roots of his fangs. The same bone spurs also appeared on his forehead. The only messy white hair was scattered on his head, making this legendary most ancient Luo Ah seems to be quite crazy and late.

His lower body was covered with a similarly tattered robe. Compared with him, Bwonsamdi, who dressed himself up in the style of a non-mainstream heavy metal singer, looked "excellently dressed".

After being awakened, Muezala ignored the little guys manipulating death totems around him, and his eyes fell on Blake.

To be precise, it landed on the black mark on Blake's chest.

He felt a familiar atmosphere from it.

"Chain of Dominance?"

Muezala spoke:

"Are you that troublesome guest from Zoval? What a pity, as you can see, when you arrived in the Maw, I happened to be dealing with some 'family issues' with my unruly children.

So, guest of Maw Abyss, what are you doing here?

Are you going to help me get rid of Bwonsamdi? "

"Of course not, you stupid old guy who's about to get moldy, Black is the reinforcement I invited! I'm just here to kill you!"

Bwonsamdi's broken gong voice echoed in the empty Hades with the unique mockery of trolls, but Mu'ezala ignored him at all. He just looked at Black, waiting for his answer.

"I can help you, Father of the Night. After all, you are so powerful and you are an ally with Zoval. I am also Zoval's collaborator, so we can be considered friends."

Blake said calmly:

"As long as you meet some requirements, I can kill the annoying Bwonsamdi on the spot to get rid of the hatred in your heart."

"Oh? So what requirements do I need to meet for you to become my friend?"

Zuoguluoa secretly accumulated strength and drew more power from the Maw. He knew that Black was difficult to deal with, so he used words to delay time.

"No, Blake, we agreed."

"The condition for me to help you is that if Bwonsamdi continues to make such an ungrateful noise, it will make me feel dizzy."

The pirate said something faintly, and Bwonsamdi's screams suddenly stopped.

"Okay, just kidding, I just saw how bad the environment here is so I tried to liven up the atmosphere, don't pay attention to my nonsense."

The Silent One cast a malicious glance at Old Bwonsamdi, who was covering his mouth with both hands, and moved the Blade of Sorrow in his hand.

In the cold light drawn out by the beating of the blue control rune, he looked at Muezala, whose momentum was increasing steadily in front of him, and said very reasonably:

"I have known for a long time that fighting and killing will not solve the problem, so I tried to resolve the grudges in a more peaceful way. My dear Mu'ezala, it is just a waste of time for you to seek refuge with the warden and return to Azeroth. In order to complete my longed-for journey to God, I happened to have some experience in this area.

Look at the power of your spiritual body. You are already close to that line under the infusion of the soul power of the Maw Abyss. What you need now is nothing more than a container that can hold your cosmic soul that is about to break out of its shell.

You want to devour the star soul of Azeroth just to snatch the titan body that she has not yet created. It is a very risky act and a huge gamble that may make you lose everything.

But I have a better idea. "

The evil god raised his hand, with blood-red and golden death marks floating in his hand. He said to Muezala:

"You must have known the legend of the Holy Tomb of the First Born after you have been in the Shadow Kingdom for so long. I can guarantee that you can find a divine container there that can still be used.

What you desire is in my hands.

Collecting five sigils will open the way to Zaresantis, and I'm planning an attack on the Winter Queen.

As long as you help me, the third mark is within my reach.

I am a very generous person, dear Muezala, I promise to assign you a container that is most suitable for you, and personally help you realize your dream of ascending to the gods.

We are all guys who nominally serve the warden, so we don't have to hurt the peace. "

After the pirate finished speaking, the entire Hades Palace fell silent.

Bwonsamdi was even more anxious and jumped up and down. He felt that the situation was out of control, so he eagerly looked at his crazy old father. As a result, he saw in despair that Muezala had begun to think about this proposal.

Hello!

You are such a madman, Guloa. Wouldn’t it be bad to be moved by a junior’s words with just a few words? How about you show off your madman nature and punch that bastard to completely end any hope of negotiation?

Amidst Bwonsamdi's anxious anticipation, Muezala finally spoke.

The ancient and powerful Loa said in a deep voice with his low and hollow voice like an echo:

"Well, I was almost tempted. If I could get a divine vessel without doing anything, it would indeed be a great thing to be among the Eternals.

However, Silent One, do you really think that I do not know the secrets of the Eternals?

They are just a group of poor people who claim to be ‘gods’ but cannot even control their own destiny! I don't care about such pitiful divine power!

I want to return to Azeroth, I want to swallow that world like the sea of ​​quicksand, and become the true god of the stars!

Immortal and immortal until eternity! "

Zuoguluo shouted:

"You! Black Shaw, you helped Bwonsamdi destroy my last shrine, you cut off my hope of returning to the material world, and now, you are still carrying out shameful plots behind Zoval's back.

You are not a collaborator!

I told Zoval long ago that you cannot believe a word spoken by the souls of Azeroth! He was too stupid, too absorbed in his own ambition to listen to any advice.

I will kill you here and take your body to the Maw, and your immortal spirit will help me cross the last boundary. Huhuhu, pathetic Silent One.

In this realm of death, how can you, who was born in the void, be the opponent of the God of Death?

Die! "

"boom"

The most powerful Loa clenched his fists, hitting the platform where Blake was standing with both fists like beating drums. This terrifying power tore apart the existence of Hades, causing those illusory projections to shatter and spin.

Worthy of being the oldest Loa and the Father of the Night, a full blow even began to shatter reality. Where the fist landed, Black's existence was howled and torn apart by the force of death.

The Silent One and the Moon Shadow Godhead, who were no longer as powerful as the material world, were resisting very hard, and it seemed that failure was close at hand.

"Oh, it's shameless. How can Zoval find these crooks? To be honest, you really should go to Xavius ​​to learn the art of being a human being."

In the sunken black hole of the platform shattered by Mu'ezala's fists, the helpless voice of the Silent One rang out along with the scream of the two sad blades that flew towards him.

The Blade of Sorrow, which had finally unleashed its ferocious nature, pierced Muezala's shoulders left and right, and began to devour his nutritious and delicious spirit body amidst the roar of the oldest god of death.

"This! This is impossible! You have obviously been weakened!"

Muezala didn't even care about enduring the pain. He stared dumbly at the unscathed Blake walking out of the crack in the shattered reality.

The latter did not even use the power of the godhead.

"What? Do you really think that I have no other power besides my godhead to freely come and go in the kingdom of death?"

Blake glanced at the out-of-control Muezala, flexed his fingers and clasped his fists. At this moment, the legendary anima shining on the anima slots of the eight components of the Luna Armor erupted in unison, shaking the world. momentum.

In the colorful stream of light dancing, Lord Evil God sighed and said:

"This is a world dominated by anima, and I have mastered the power of anima from the moment I was reborn. You don't really think that I won't fight if I lose the power of my godhead, do you?

I am the evil god who has climbed up from the bottom step by step. I have experienced many dilemmas where I cannot survive without fighting. You are just another guy who brings humiliation to yourself.

Come!

Muezala.

Stretch your head over and show you something good. "

The majesty of the simultaneous explosion of eight legendary animas made Black majestic. As Bwonsamdi laughed with joy like a monkey screaming, the four death totems of Hades were also activated at the same time.

Gu Luoa knew something was wrong and ran away.

But in the next moment, with Blake snapping his fingers, an illusion curtain composed entirely of mental energy completely blocked the Hades and imprisoned it in an instant that changed the world.

"You want to eat Azeroth, this is her response to you!"

The Evil God waved his hand, and the Thousand-Bearded Demon En'zoth howled out from the combined power of the Shadow of the Dark Empire. He rushed out of the darkness with a roar like the Magikarp performing a water splash, and bit him in one bite. On Muezala's spirit body.

Amidst the gloomy laughter, the phantoms of the other three ancient gods also loomed behind Blake.

"Eat, eat."

The pirate spread his hands and said warmly:

"Let us, the old ones, feed on this ambitious 'new god'. You're welcome, I'll treat you today."