Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1916 44. Wang Quan has no eternity, my father

The feud between Moue'zala and Bwonsamdi is the most complex of all Azeroth's myths, and one that has been completely forgotten.

There are hundreds of thousands of words in this story, but fortunately, during Bu Laike's previous travels, the great pirate has pieced together the whole picture of the story.

It is nothing more than the fact that the ambitious old father, after realizing that the power of the god of death cannot give him the detachment he desires, chooses to collude with another big boss, Zovall, to plot more power and at the same time give his power of the god of death to his own. The adopted son came to hide his eyes and ears.

But he was probably squinted by the bright future promised by Zovall, which caused him to see the wrong person. Who would have thought that Bwonsamdi, who has always been cunning and vicious, would be so upright in matters of right and wrong.

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

He spent tens of thousands of years erasing all the records about Muezala in Azeroth, making the name of the oldest loa forgotten by time, so that Muezara could never return to his birth world, permanently isolated in the kingdom of death.

This is how old Bwonsamdi saved the world!

Sadly, that plan went awry, and it was with the help of Bo Laike that Bwonsamdi managed to destroy the last of the Night Shrines, just a hair away from overturning his car.

However, Muezala, who had no hope of returning to Azeroth, was stabbed in the back by her adoptive son, so she wanted to take revenge on him in the world of death. He swore to put an end to all of Bwonsamdi's efforts here.

Unfortunately, although Bwonsamdi did not inherit the terrifying power of Muerzala, he has his own advantages, that is, the old troll is very good at making friends.

Now, Bwonsamdi took the reinforcements he found and swaggered to the palace of the underworld that had been completely controlled by the father of the night.

He faces the biggest fear and nightmare of his life.

Just as his crazy dad wanted to crush him here, Bwonsamdi decided to put an end to Muezara's ambitions in his own Nether Palace.

"Too strong."

After stepping into the suspended underworld built in the reflection of an illusory world with Bu Laike, General Draven, who was ready for battle, felt the power and majesty of the oldest loa in front of him.

General Stoneborn moved his claws and said in a low tone:

"This is already close to the power of the Eternal, even though I have never heard the name 'Mu'zala', I can be sure that it is definitely the most important servant of the Warden Zovall.

Can we really beat a guy like this? "

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

Bu Laike complained angrily, and the Sorrow Blade held in his hand screamed to kill this pathetic stoneborn who dared to underestimate the great master.

But Lord Cthulhu also knew that General Delevingne's upright temper was not meant to be mocking.

He just told the truth.

"If it were in the material world, I absolutely believe that a god like you can kill or seal a demigod like Muezhara without any effort."

General Stoneborn explained:

"But your dual godheads have been suppressed in the realm of death, and according to what Bwonsamdi said, Muezala was once the god of death, and he must be outstanding in manipulating the power of death.

You definitely can't lose.

But it may not be so easy to win beautifully. Again, I don't mean to underestimate you. "

"Shut up."

Bo Laike waved his hand, turned his head to look at Bwonsamdi who was floating beside him in a mask posture, and said:

"You didn't leave any hole cards or anything? If you say you don't have any, then you are useless, and I will throw you out as bait."

"That's impossible! Am I the kind of bastard who would fool a good friend into dying?"

Bwonsamdi glibly pointed to the entire Nether Palace suspended in the illusory sea of ​​stars, where there were four spiers in the style of trolls, and he said to the guys beside him:

"Look, on the four platforms are my carefully crafted death totems, which are connected to all the springs of anima in the entire Nether Palace.

Simultaneously activating when necessary unleashes all of Nether's anima, restraining and weakening Mueh'zala for a short period of time.

But time is limited, and our mighty Lord Laike must beat my old father to the point of weakness within this time, or we won't be able to keep him.

The Maw's call will save him from danger. "

"He doesn't want to go anywhere!"

The evil god raised the blade of sorrow, touched the blue blade with the black gauntlet, and brought up the streamer of godhead. He looked at the huge phantom of the troll standing above the palace of the underworld in front of him, and said very pretendingly:

"Did you hear that?"

"Huh? Hear what?"

Lady Moonberry, who was forced by the little murloc to work, pricked up her ears and asked curiously, but she really didn't hear anything. But at this moment, Bwonsamdi praised the elongated voice of face-saving and said:

"Salamani is hungry."

"That's right, my babes are hungry, and the moozzara looks delicious."

Laike stepped forward, and the abyss of the Silent One quickly rose from his shadow. The terrifying, twisted and weird shadow of the void made General Draven shut his mouth.

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

Moonberry was even more frightened and hid behind the little murloc. Fairies are notoriously mischievous, but they are also cowards. They are easily frightened by things they have never seen before.

Blaike ignored these live treasures. With a wave of his finger, four guys, including the little murloc, rushed to the four squares of the Hades Palace. It happened that each of them activated a death totem to help Braike pull Muerzala This ancient loa was completely suppressed here.

As for Lord Cthulhu himself, he raised his feet and walked towards the large platform facing the palace of the underworld.

The souls of the troll giants around him who have been controlled by Muezhara rushed towards him without fear, and when they stepped into the rolling and twisted shadow land, they were caught one by one by the ten thousand snake tentacles between illusion and reality. The captives were pulled into the rift in the void.

How dare these pathetic creatures approach a Void God?

Who gave them the courage?

Could it be the old troll in front of him who doesn't know 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 dead world, and the lost one who does not know where to go is longing for the wind of his hometown.

Come, Mueh'zala, appear before the Silent.

you know who i am.

It's not the first time we've met. "

Wearing Luna armor and holding the Blade of Sorrow, Braike stood on the platform of Hades Palace, calling out Muezara's name in the oldest troll language. The phantom of the huge troll above Gong Xinghai opened its eyes suddenly.

His appearance is unpretentious, just like a Zandalari troll magnified countless times.

Probably due to living for too long, black bone spurs grew from the roots of his fangs, and the same bone spurs also appeared on his forehead. The only messy white hair was scattered on his head, making this legendary ancient Luo Ah looks quite crazy and late.

His lower body was covered with an equally ragged robe, compared with him, even Bwonsamdi, who dressed himself as a non-mainstream heavy metal singer, looked "excellent in clothing".

After being awakened, Muezala ignored the little guys manipulating the death totem around him, and his eyes fell on Bo Laike.

To be precise, it landed on the seal of the black clothes on the chest of Bu Laike.

He felt a familiar atmosphere from it.

"The chain of domination?"

Muezara said:

"Are you Zovall's uneasy guest? What a pity, as you can see, when you arrived at the Maw, I happened to be dealing with some 'family issues' with my misbehaving child.

Then, Maw Abyss guest, what are you doing here?

To help me get rid of Bwonsamdi? "

"Of course not, you stupid moldy old thing, Bo Laike is my rescuer! Just to kill you!"

Bwonsamdi's broken gong voice echoed in the empty Hades with the taunts of trolls, but Mueh'zala ignored him, he just looked at Bo Laike, waiting for his answer.

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

Bu Laike said calmly:

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

"Oh? So what kind of requirements must be met to make you my friend?"

Gu Luoa was secretly accumulating power and drawing more power from the Maw. He knew that Bu Laike was difficult to deal with, so he used words to delay time.

"No, Bo Laike, we agreed"

"The condition for me to help you is that if Bwonsamdi's ignorant noise continues, it makes me feel dizzy."

The pirate said something quietly, but Bwonsamdi's screams stopped abruptly.

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

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

In the gloomy stream of light drawn by the beating of the faint blue dominance rune, he looked at Muezala who was getting more and more imposing in front of him, and said very reasonably:

"I've known for a long time that fighting and killing can't solve the problem, so I tried to resolve the grievances in a more peaceful way. My dear Muezala, it's just a matter of you turning to the warden and returning to Azeroth In order to complete the path of ascension to God that I longed for, I happen to have some experience in this area.

Look at your spiritual body power, you have already approached that line under the infusion of the soul power of the Maw, 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 Azeroth's star soul just to snatch her uncreated titan body, that is a very risky act, and it is also a big gamble, which may cost you nothing.

But I have a better idea. "

The evil god raised his hand, and the blood-red and golden death mark was suspended in his hand. He said to Muezara:

"You have been in the Shadow Kingdom for so long, you must know the legend of the Holy Tomb of the Firstborn, I can guarantee that you can find a container of the gods that can still be used there.

What you desire is in my hands.

As long as all five sigils are collected, the passage to Zaresantis will be opened, and I am planning an attack and uprising against the Winter Queen.

As long as you help me, the third mark is at your fingertips.

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

Everyone is a guy who serves the warden in name, so we don't have to hurt our temper. "

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

Bwonsamdi jumped up and down even more anxiously. He felt that the situation was out of control, so he urgently looked at his crazy old father, only to see in despair that Muezara actually started to think about this proposal.

Hello!

You are the most ancient Luoa like a lunatic, wouldn't it be a bad idea to be moved by such a few words from a junior? Play your lunatic's true colors and punch that bastard to completely destroy the hope of negotiation, okay?

In Bwonsamdi's anticipation, Muezara finally spoke.

The ancient and mighty loa said in his low, hollow, echoing voice:

"Well, I was almost tempted. If I can get a god container without doing anything, it would be a great thing to be included in the sequence of the eternal.

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

They are just a bunch of poor wretches who call themselves 'gods' but can't even control their own destiny! I don't care for such a sad god's power!

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

Immortal, immortal, forever! "

Guloa yelled:

"You! Bo Laike Shaw, you helped Bwonsamdi destroy my last shrine, you cut off my hope of returning to the material world, and now you are still working your shameful plot behind Zovall's back.

You are not a collaborator!

I told Zovall long ago that you cannot believe a word spoken by the spirits of Azeroth! He's too stupid, too caught up in his own ambitions to listen to any advice.

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

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

die! "

"boom"

Gu Luoa, who was full of strength, clenched his fists and smashed his fists towards the platform where Bu Laike was like beating a drum. This terrifying force tore apart the existence of Hades, causing those illusory projections to shatter and spin.

As expected of the oldest loa and father of the night, the blow with full strength even began to shatter reality, and where the fist landed, the existence of Bo Laike was howled and torn by the force of death.

The Silent One and the Moon Shadow Godhead, who are no longer as powerful as the material world, resisted very hard, and it seemed that failure was imminent.

"Hey, I don't want to give you a face. Why is Zovar looking for these crooked melons? Seriously, you really should go to Savis to learn more and learn the art of being a human being."

In the sunken black hole of the platform shattered by Muezala's fists, the helpless voice of the Silent One resounded along with the screams of the two mourning blades that flew flying.

Finally released, the ferocious Sorrow Blade pierced into Muerzala's shoulders from left to right, and began to devour his nutritious and delicious spiritual body amidst the roar of the oldest god of death.

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

Muehzala didn't even bother to endure the pain, he just stared dumbfounded at the unscathed Bo Laike coming out of the shattered reality rift.

The latter didn't even use the power of the godhead.

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

Bu Laike glanced at the out-of-control Muerzala, and clenched his fists with his fingers. At this moment, the legendary anima that shone on the anima slots of the eight parts of the Luna armor erupted in unison. The momentum of heaven and earth.

Amidst the colorful streamers flying, Lord Cthulhu sighed and said:

"Here is the world ruled by the heart, and the power of the heart... I have mastered it from the moment I was reborn, you don't really think that I won't fight if I lose the power of the godhead, right?

I am the evil god who climbed up from the bottom step by step. I have experienced the dilemma of not being able to live without fighting many times, and you are just another guy who is humiliating himself.

Come!

Muezara.

Head over here and show you something nice. "

The majesty of the simultaneous eruption of the eight legendary auras made Laike awe-inspiring. While Bwonsamdi was screaming like a monkey and laughing wildly with joy, the four death totems of the Hades were also activated at the same time.

Most Guloa knew something was wrong and had to run away.

But in the next moment, with Laike snapping his fingers crisply, a phantom curtain completely woven by anima completely sealed and imprisoned the Underworld in a moment of change.

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

With a big wave of the evil god's hand, the thousand-bearded demon N'Zoth, howling and throwing himself out from the combined power of the Shadow of the Dark Empire, rushed out of the darkness like a splashing carp king, biting him in one bite. Moozara's spirit body.

Amidst all the gloomy laughter, the phantoms of the other three ancient gods loomed behind Laike.

"Eat, eat."

The pirate spread his hands and said softly:

"Let us old people feed on this ambitious 'new god'. You are welcome, I invite you today."

(end of this chapter)