MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1893 21. It is your pleasure to see your Chain of Domination
Chapter 1893 21. It's your honor to see your chain of domination, but don't be ignorant
Your Excellency the Warden is not here to make trouble.
Although Black and his precious ship had killed at least 2,000 Deepsworn warriors just now, his violent sister had smashed the frontier fortresses built by Zovar in the Maw ten minutes before they set foot on their territory. ruins.
In the eyes of any aspiring king, such an act would be tantamount to provocation.
But Zovar said he didn't care, the gloomy King of the Maw didn't even set his sights on the collapsed and still burning Temaculun fortress.
Clearly, the outcast was a man of great things.
He doesn't care about the gains and losses of a city and a pool, and he also has the ruthlessness of those who do major things to his subordinate cannon fodders. Anyway, to him, as long as the Torghast Sinsoul Tower is still there, the ordinary Deepsworn. As many as you want.
And the friendship of a very capable evil **** is obviously not something you can get casually.
Zovall stood on the bank of the devastated Styx, politely and at a distance, invited Blake and his sister and his murloc pets to his sanctuary of domination.
He needs to talk to Blake, an outsider friend who has never met but has helped them a lot, and promises to help them arrange the way out of the Maw.
"The oldest legend in the shadow world is that the Maw is an inescapable hell, but now it seems that this 'inescapable' is more like a word to scare the fairies of the night."
On the way to the Sanctuary of Domination, Blake said to the silent warden who was leading the way beside him while admiring the heart-wrenching barren scenery of the Maw:
"This is your territory, you can leave whoever you want to leave, right?"
"Well, at least for now."
Zovar is a very boring character, like a tumbler. You have to push him before he will respond to you. When he speaks, he is not in a hurry, even if every word needs to be thought over and over again.
But this guy has a very distinctive voice.
Empty, every syllable seems to vibrate and resonate in the pipe, and when he speaks, it has a feeling of emptiness, like the **** hole in his chest.
is like not only the heart but also all the emotions were taken away in the ancient punishment.
His voice showed a kind of exhaustion, like a traveler in the desert who has traveled tens of thousands of miles, and all his energy has been consumed in the boring progress day after day.
But in the midst of exhaustion, there is a kind of hope. It is like hiding hopes and ideals in the bottom of my heart and not talking about it, but firmly believes that it will eventually come true.
Black was familiar with this way of speaking.
There was a brief time when His Highness Faor spoke in this way, and for a long time in the past, Velen, the draenei prophet, liked to use it.
What they have in common is that they are all great souls, so from this point of view, the Lord Warden in front of him should also have a pure and great soul.
Zovall said a word and was silent again, just walking forward.
Stepping on the ground of the Maw seemed to make him feel at ease, and even the long and short chains that shook with every step made a light and pleasant sound.
Black noticed the chains.
Although it looks rusty, the crimson light in his eyes means that these chains are extraordinary. Lord Cthulhu squinted his eyes and made a subtle gesture to Fina, who was curious about everything around him, idiot. The elder sister picked up the little murloc and took a few steps back, pretending to be interested in the dark green death crystals on the roadside.
She knew that this was her brother's private conversation with the gloomy **** of hell.
"I heard that you were banished by your brothers and sisters into this gloomy and hopeless cage?"
Black said softly:
"Isn't there any resentment in your heart?"
"This doesn't seem to be your concern, Lord Black."
The warden somewhat resisted talking about the subject.
He glanced at Blake with his indifferent blue eyes, and the blue rune on his egg-like cheek jumped with light, representing Zovar's mood at this time.
He said with a stern face:
"If you're interested in these old things, maybe you should check with Denathus, my collaborator is a talkative character most of the time.
He will be happy to share these past stories with you, but for the protagonist who has endured pain and betrayal in the story, I don’t want to recall those disappointing memories. "
"Ah, sorry, looks like I'm asking too much."
Blake grinned, but then changed the subject, glanced at the chains on Zovar's wrist, and said:
"I should stop here so as not to arouse the dissatisfaction of my collaborators, but I don't want to do that, and I rarely see a beautiful story of turning the imprisoned thing and even the cage itself into self-power only by myself.
With my superficial understanding of the power of death, I found at least four completely different remnants of the godhead on this chain. I am really curious about how you did it? "
"It is very simple, I have smelted this shackle and this kingdom that imprisoned me."
Zovall looked at Blake's excited eyes.
He knew that if He didn't say anything, this eccentric evil **** would keep asking questions.
Considering that he and Denathus the Great also needed Blake Shaw as cannon fodder for exploring the Holy Tomb of the First Nativity, he thought about it, and then pointed to the gloomy and sharp towers that existed everywhere in the sky and the ground, and the surrounding areas of those towers. The ubiquitous chain embellishment said:
"My brothers imprisoned and banished me based on my past power, and if I continue to retain the power given to me by the Firstborn then I will never be able to leave this place.
But they underestimated my determination, and I spent countless epochs reshaping the foundation of my strength while they were singing and dancing. "
The warden is not a storyteller, he told a story that should have been great dry and very short.
He said:
"I have united myself with the spurned maw, the cursed land that longs to be accepted, like the other kingdoms of the dead, that longs to have an Eternal as its master .
I was punished and embraced the maw, representing all darkness and evil, in pain, and the maw gave me back generously.
These chains”
Zovall grabbed the chain hanging on his wrist, and he said with emotion:
"They were designed by my brother soldier to imprison an arbiter who can judge souls, like a cage designed to imprison the flames of rage, but it cannot hold a mass of ice, a pinch of water.
The chains themselves became my weapons of revenge after my existence was fully fused with the Maw.
I no longer judge souls.
I accept them fairly
Whether good or evil, good or evil, great or humble, as long as they fall into the maw, they will enter under my command and serve me and even this earth. "
"It's a great transformation. The prisoner bound by fate broke through the shameful imprisonment with his own efforts. Well, I'm going to record this story. One of my little friends will definitely like it."
Blake pretended to take out his handwritten note and wrote a few strokes, then stretched his voice and said:
"However, you kept saying 'revenge', but I didn't feel any hatred in your empty heart, but was filled with a kind of pity that I didn't understand.
You don't hate what your brothers and sisters did to you?
why? "
"There is no heart here to hate."
Zovall tapped the hole in his chest.
He glanced at the bright-eyed Blake, and after a few seconds of silence, said:
"Their betrayal was based only on a narrow concept born naturally under a system that was inherently flawed, not out of the instinctive malice of my brothers to banish a wise man who saw the flaw.
I really don't blame them.
Because they are also victims of this system, I have understood what I have to do in the agony and despair, and the desire in my heart for reconstruction is far greater than destruction.
If possible, I would prefer that my brothers and sisters, like the sly and ruthless Denathius, realize the necessity of this action and do their best to participate in it. "
"Oh? I'm starting to get interested in this."
Blake squeezed his eyes and asked:
"By 'deficiency' you mean the world system of the Shadowlands? Do you think the current order of these kingdoms of death, big and small, is wrong?"
"Do not."
Zovall looked up and down Black with gloomy eyes.
After nearly ten seconds of silence, the warden said in a tired tone:
"What I mean by 'defect' refers to the six forces and the universe they extend, whether it is the kingdom of death, the material world, the sea of no light, or the twisted void.
They maintain a balance in opposition, seemingly perfect but in fact endless trouble.
It only takes a little bit of provocation to unbalance the Force, and it only takes a wicked evil spirit to help the flames secretly, and the entire Xinghai will fall into a predicament that is out of control.
You and I are both witnesses to this situation, Lord Black.
All I can say is that this universe was designed too crudely!
It can never truly come together to unleash its boundless potential, and our universe can only be a lamb to be slaughtered in the face of real threats.
but me
My purpose is very pure, I just want to reshape it, fix this bug, and make the six forces truly come together. "
Blake seemed startled, he took a deep breath, shook his thumb, and whispered:
"This is really a great ideal. I have to admit that I was really biased in my judgment of you before. You are a true idealist, and you are completely different from a monarch who is keen to create an era of death like Emperor Denasius. .
But I'm more curious, how do you plan to fix this cosmic flaw in your eyes?
Is it to break the "destiny" that has been shaped and return freedom to every living being, so that they can truly control their own destiny? "
"Why do you have such childish thoughts?"
Zovall shook his head and looked at the tower of Torghast Guilty Soul looming in the distance between the Maw and other kingdoms. He said:
"Freedom has always been an excuse used by weak beings to deceive themselves. They interpret their failures in the name of freedom, and use the reasons of freedom to persuade themselves to abandon their responsibilities.
Of the ten souls in the Maw, eight would shout the term to exonerate themselves, and the remaining two would be idiots who believed in it.
That is a great righteous and empty word.
I don't want to give freedom back to every being, because they are born with it, and no one can really take it away from them, unfortunately not everyone can reasonably understand it or use it.
And what I want to shape is a united group of stars, led by one will, dedicated to the same ideal and the same goal.
I will be a tyrant in other people's mouths
But that's okay.
As for destiny
is even more boring. The first-borns hope to create an order under the "destiny" so that the shadow world can continue to operate according to the perfect blueprint they designed.
But unfortunately, their design is not perfect.
The kingdoms of death are bound by this set of rules, and each kingdom has a responsibility, which is the purpose for which they were shaped, but this shaping itself suppresses the curiosity and creativity of the Eternals.
They have become so ignorant and short-sighted that they panic when I try to break the rules that bind them.
They have only this group of stars in their eyes, but they can't see anything further away."
Black understood.
His eyes twitched and he whispered:
"You mean, out of the world? You see a threat beyond this constellation? I wonder what you see? A foreign enemy? Or some kind of omen of destruction?"
"I lifted the veil of destiny and glimpsed the future of all beings."
The warden looked at Blake seriously, and said like a magician:
"This universe is not the only one, we are just a part of a grand system that is constantly growing. When you look down at this group of stars from a higher level, you will find that even the battle between Fel and the Void is the same. ridiculous.
is just internal friction. "
"Well, it looks like you did see something incredible."
Black nodded. Zovar's words reminded him of the words that the bronze dragon king said when he met Nozdormu 10,000 years ago.
If the guys who sent themselves to this world really exist, then their level must be much higher, because in their eyes, everything that happens in Azeroth and even this group of stars is just the "cradle" Tiny stories.
The evil **** thought about these things, and lost the idea of continuing the conversation with Zovar.
They walked one after another in the desolate Maw, and soon after arriving under the largest palace on the land, they still had the gloomy and twisted dark style of the Maw, but the palace in front of them revealed a sense of smell everywhere. An aura that cannot be underestimated.
This is the Sanctuary of Domination.
Zovall's palace is also the place where he was exiled and imprisoned by other Eternals. As Zovall said, he spent countless hours turning his cage into his own power.
"I will arrange for you to leave the Maw."
In front of the gate of the fortress that ruled the Sanctuary, Zovar bowed his head and said to Black:
"You are a distinguished guest and you can walk freely in my palace. All the secrets here are open to you. The Titan Soul sent by you is on the lower floor of the Tower of Sin Souls, and the entrance to Torghast is also in the Sanctuary. middle.
I don't like wasting time, so I won't show you my palace.
Your weapon has also been forged and will be sent to your room in a while. "
"I have another unkind request."
Black saw that Zoval was about to leave, he pointed to the chain on his wrist and said:
"Can you give me a 'chain of dominance'? I've always wanted to make my own evil **** artifact, this thing might give me some inspiration.
You won't need them anyway. "
In the face of this slightly rude request, Zoval did not answer immediately, but just stared at Blake, who took out the golden Arbiter Core from his luggage and gestured to the King of the Maw, saying:
"This should be yours, we can exchange it, I have already extracted the mark of the Eternal, this thing is useless to me."
"I don't need it for now."
Zovall seemed to sense Blake's sincerity, and he reached out and touched the heart-like golden sphere, which used to be a part of his body.
He shook his head, ripped off a black chain on his wrist and handed it to Black.
Say:
"Take this as a meeting gift from Maw Yuan to the distinguished guests. May we cooperate happily, and may the great cause break through. The silent ones who come from afar."
"Of course, that's what I'm here for."
Black held the black chain in his hand.
He showed a very iconic smile, leaned over to salute the warden Zovall in front of him, and said humbly:
"I am your loyal servant, and I will do my best to serve your great cause. Compared with you, who has great ambitions, you are obsessed with **** and power, and the great Denasius, who is accustomed to conspiracy to accomplish things, will also fall into the lower ranks. Woolen cloth."
(end of this chapter)
