MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1895 23. I am only now considered a real occupier?

   Chapter 1895 23. Am I really joining the team now?

  Evil God-sama has always been a person who does what he says.

   He has always been clear about rewards and punishments for the people around him. If he does something, he will give him a reward, whether the other person wants it or not. This is a matter of principle.

   On the night of reaching the Maw, Fina's "reward" was finally given, of course not in the way she hoped.

  The pirate's whole "talk therapy" made the elf warrior deeply aware of his mistakes. After a fierce exchange of opinions, the fool warrior decided to reform himself and save himself from the "Slaanesh Hell".

   She wants to return to her original warrior career full of vitality, and can no longer indulge in male sex.

  Blake looked at Fenna who was weak and tired and fell asleep, and he also thought that after this "lesson", this elf warrior would probably not make any more troubles for a long time.

   The greedy queen who wants to eat him clean is enough to have Xalatas, and even the evil god-sama can't bear it.

   "Want to meet the mysterious engraver with me?"

  Blake squatted on the edge of the sofa, took out the blanket from his suitcase and draped it on Fenna's body with the **** mark left. He gently kissed the wet hair of the Warrior Queen, and asked in a low voice:

   "Maybe you can ask it to help you forge a few pieces of equipment or something, that's the best forge in this group of stars. If you miss this time, you won't have another chance."

   "You stay away from me! Take that devilish chain away! I hate you!"

  The warrior queen can't even open her eyes. She has never experienced such exhaustion since she embarked on the path of warriors.

   She doesn't think about anything now, she just wants to get a good night's sleep.

   "Hmm, this?"

  Blake stretched out his hand and put the chain of dominance wrapped around Fenna's ankle. When he pulled away from the death artifact, the warrior queen's body instinctively trembled a few times.

   She looked at the unremarkable black chains with fear.

   She never thought that there is such a thing in this world that can make her stripped of all power from a powerful demigod warrior to a elf sister who is too weak to resist.

  "If you are not obedient in the future"

  Black waved the Chain of Domination in front of Fenna, causing the stupid warrior to curl up on the sofa in fright, shivering like a defeated elf cat.

   "Very good, this thing will be called 'The Noble Phantasm of Fina'."

   The evil **** laughed, wrapped the chain of dominance around his wrist, and gently picked up Fina and walked into the bathroom. She was covered in sweat and needed to clean up before resting.

  Be a good elf who loves cleanliness.

   "Rest, I'll go out for a walk."

Blake put his sleepy sister on the bed, covered her with a blanket and kissed her delicate forehead, and after the weakness of the Chain of Domination disappeared, Finna quickly regained her energy. She actually wanted to follow. The younger brother went out for a walk, but the mental exhaustion made her really unfit to go out.

There is no difference between day and night in this ghostly place. It is like an enlarged version of hell, or Hela draws on the style of the maw when shaping the hell. In short, in such a desperate world that is always gloomy and gloomy. It can be very uncomfortable for a long time.

   Looking out from the heights of the Sanctuary of Domination, you can see the scenery of the entire maw. In addition to the earth suspended in the interspace like a floating island, there are many suspended minarets in the sky of this **** world.

   Torghast Guilty's Tower is only the largest of these spires, not all.

   There are also some small towers used to imprison different souls all over the maw. They are suspended like flying creations, and there are thick chains of dominance around them to bind them.

   There are also some unique cages that are bound upside down by chains, and each cage has a suffering soul, and the souls who receive such treatment are by no means ordinary.

  They belong to famous characters in their respective worlds, or they are heroes who saved the world, or villains who destroyed the world. Their legendary experiences have given them unyielding will and strong mental power.

Before extracting their anima, Warden Zovar likes to imprison them in these cages, let them take a good look at what kind of world they have fallen into, and defeat their minds to facilitate the extraction of skin and bones afterward. .

   Anima.

   This is the only and eternal force in this dead world. It is a weakened product of the death force, just like the relationship between the arcane force and magic.

   "Let me out! Please!"

   "Hey, that guy over there, give me a hand, open this cage, and I'll give you all my treasures."

   "Handsome guy! Look this way! Do you need female slaves? Let me out, I'll let you experience the real paradise."

  When Black walked on the outer platform of the Sanctuary of Domination, the souls in the hanging cages around him began to shout as if they had seen a savior.

They are either begging or threatening, only hoping that Black can release them from these cages. Although they can't escape from the maw when they are released, but for these souls who are about to be tortured madly, they can get out of this torture. Their cages are also a blessing.

   "Have you seen a Prince Venthyr who was punished here?"

  Black turned his head to look at the screaming souls and asked:

   "His name is Reina Sol, he's a big man."

   "I saw him, and he was locked in the cage next to me. He was a stubborn and lucky idiot. He ran away. It is said that he planned to rebel against the master here."

   A monstrous octopus-like spirit grabbed the cage and yelled, but the information it provided was not what Black wanted, and the pirates ignored it.

   In the scolding and scolding of those souls, Lord Heretic God slowly walked into the higher part of the Sanctuary of Dominion, and then stepped into the Tower of Torghast Sinsoul under the leadership of those who swore.

  This tower is an iconic building in the Maw.

It is an eternal cage that Zoval personally shaped to imprison those valuable souls. The souls that can be imprisoned here are real "fine products". After being cleaned, it was stuffed into Lingsteel armor and forged into an elite warrior under Zovar.

The interior of this tower is intricate and complicated. As far as Blake knows, there are more than a dozen different interrogation places here. It is obviously that magic similar to spatial disorder has been applied to its interior, and its real area is comparable to that of a small kingdom. .

  The elite guards of the Maw Legion are here, and the warriors under Zovar are guarding the important places. Their strength is generally around that of the death demigods. Even if the Burning Legion wants to break this tower from the outside, it is impossible.

  Here and the Sanctuary of Domination together form the basis for the rule of the Maw King.

   To outsiders, this intricate tower is an impenetrable fog in which anyone wandering would be disoriented, but Blake came here as familiar as home.

   He even declined the guidance advice of several Deepsworn Liches, and walked away with his hands behind his back on the road of this tower full of wailing souls and gloomy aura.

   all the way down.

   After ten minutes, Black stood in front of a closed hall.

   Guarded here is a mighty scorched behemoth, its claws covered with sharp spiked claws of inspiration, a terrifying weapon capable of shattering a hill in one blow.

The eye sockets of its exaggerated skeleton head shone with scarlet light, representing a brutal and ruthless killing machine, the gatekeeper of the Torgasta Tower of Guilty Souls, and the strongest built by Zovar himself. The king of big beasts.

   It stared condescendingly at Blake, who also looked at it.

   That ruthless aura and brutal power gave Lord Heretic God some inspiration. Maybe he should also radiate his creativity and use his own power to shape some giant beasts for punishment and battle.

  Well, thinking about it this way, maybe Drake, who is still sleeping in Azeroth, has room for improvement.

   "Crash"

The Chain of Domination presented by Zoval was waved by Blake. This thing was like a token of passage. The cruel and ruthless eyes of Taragruru, the king of giant beasts in front of him, suddenly became docile, and he even leaned down. The terrifying head, supporting the body with both hands, expresses submission to the visitor in front of him.

  Blake's eyes twitched.

   He suddenly realized the biggest weakness of the scorched beast designed and manufactured by Zovar, which can flatten everything.

   These guys lack wisdom. Of course, for the savage power they possess, wisdom is not a big problem. Anyway, they only need to rush all the way on the battlefield to clear the way for the army of the Deep Oath.

   But in the face of an existence like the evil god, having no reason is a terrible flaw.

   He glanced at the Chain of Domination in his hand, and a rather bold idea suddenly appeared, but considering that Lord Zovall might be hiding on his throne to spy on his actions, the pirates temporarily gave up the tempting attempt.

   "Yes, that's it, good dog."

  Black waved the chain, letting the scorched beast in front of him get out of the way.

He strode into this dusty hall, and after walking down a dark staircase, he stepped onto a high platform that seemed to be suspended in the endless void, and saw the half-kneeling at the end of the platform, seemingly praying silently. Familiar figure.

   Aggramar.

   The macho Titan who was sent to the realm of death by himself, kicked the Eternal Arbitrator to the downtime, and directly caused the order of the Shadow Realm to become unbalanced, hid in this place silently.

   He is the state of the spirit body.

But the influence of fel energy has been stripped away, and it has returned to the pure form of the Titan Soul. The appearance is the image of a strong and muscular giant. He wears simple but practical armor with lightning-shaped horn iron. Helmet, a blue star-sea light appeared in his eyes, and under the battle helmet there was a lush golden beard.

   When Black walked up the stairs, Aggramar felt a familiar breath. When the pirates approached him, the Titan Soul, who maintained the posture of a contemplative, said in a low tone:

   "Your friends are persuading me to join them, but they don't want to tell me what they're going to do."

   "They have always been like this, Lord Aggramar, especially Denathus, he is very good at deceiving others with lies, and the experience of Lord Sargeras should make you learn to be vigilant.

   But every word that the king of sin utters is unbelievable. "

  Black is not shy about telling the truth.

   He knew Zovar must be eavesdropping, but what was there to fear? Even Xavius ​​saw the differences between Zovar and Denathius the Great.

   They are only united, but not one heart.

   "As for what they want to do, it's even simpler."

  Black sat cross-legged beside Aggramar's huge but weak spirit body. He looked out at the empty space beyond the platform and said softly:

   "Denasius wishes to shape an era in which death reigns, and the ambitious Eternal wishes to replace Lord Sargeras as Lord of the Stars.

   He wants to be the King of Kings, trample all the force under his feet, and create an eternal empire that will last forever.

   From this point of view, He is actually quite pure.

   As for the master of this place, Lord Zovar, he wants more. I don’t know if you have found it, but Mr. Warden and Lord Sargeras are actually very similar.

   They are the kind of straight people who want to correct the problem when they find it, and they don’t care much about the opinions and feelings of others when they execute their own will.

   Considering you are already here, I suggest you join this small group.

   That's right, I'm here to persuade you. Although Your Excellency Zovall didn't say it clearly, he does want me to persuade you to accept the reality. I have always been responsible for meeting the needs of others, and since I have received money, I will help my employer. "

   Aggramar was silent.

  Black glanced at him and said:

   "Besides, you desperately need a container to carry your weak cosmic soul, and once you accept the container of death, you will truly be rooted in the shadow world and become one of the eternal ones in the kingdom of death."

   "But the order of this world, or as they say it, that 'mandate' has dictated everything."

   Aggramar said softly:

   "The five Eternals are the regular manifestations of the world of death. They will never be more or less. Now the Eternals are in their own place. Even if there is a container, I can't replace them."

   "Isn't that easy?"

  The pirate stretched out a finger and said:

   "Will one or two be killed and there will be vacancies?

  You are still bound by the Pantheon's set of rules of conduct. You do not understand the real rules of the dead world, so you also do not understand the root cause of why Emperor Denathius and Lord Zovar want to overthrow the destiny. "

  Black paused and whispered as if sharing a secret:

   "The Eternals have never been the problem of the shadow world, and they have never been eternal. Destiny is everything, and all life in this dead world just lives in a planned framework.

  Those creatures who can’t see the true meaning of the problem feel that everything is fine, but for those noble people with brilliant eyes, the thought that they are also part of the frame makes them sleepless.

   is like a group of clay puppets pinched by the firstborn.

   Even if he becomes the most powerful and beautiful one among the clay dolls, he still cannot resist the hands that shape them. They are not like the true eternal titans, Lord Aggramar.

   They are jealous of you, they are all titans, they are mad to be you.

  The seemingly beautiful Eternals have never been truly free, so the struggle between Denathus the Great and Lord Zovar is simply a group of chess pieces trying to resist the hard efforts of the chess players.

   I'm talking about this now and you may not understand.

   But trust me.

   After that gate is opened by me, you will truly understand where the restlessness and restlessness of the Eternals comes from. "

   Evil God shook his head and concluded:

   "They claim to be gods but cannot control their own lives, they are never indispensable, they are just high-level consumables under the destiny.

  Therefore, there is no need to hold such high respect for the Eternals. You join us in killing one or two in their place, instead of insulting them, you free them.

   They will thank you. "

   Black's words made Aggramar a little puzzled, but he didn't doubt that what the Silent One shared was true, he just needed some time to convince himself.

   As a member of the Pantheon, as a warrior who experienced Sargeras' betrayal and served in the Burning Legion for countless years.

  Aggrama knows that no matter how great an ideal is, in the absence of strength to support it, it can only be an ideal for masturbation.

   When he accepted Black's suggestion in the sea of ​​stars in Argus, he had already made up his mind to embark on this road that did not know where the end was ahead.

   "You rest first, I will invite you at the right time."

  Black got up and said goodbye to Aggramar.

He says:

   "There is no need to worry about changes in the material world, I have arranged everything before coming, and eventually there will be a powerful force of death intervening in the situation, bringing that turbulent world into an era of stability.

   This is also the future you want to see.

   Let us make it happen together. "

   After saying that, the evil **** turned around and walked out of the resting place of the Titan Soul. When he left the hall, Blake suddenly stopped and looked at the dark dome above his head.

He says:

   "I just defined the Eternal, do you think it's right? Lord Zovar."

   After a few seconds of silence, Zovar's tired and calm voice sounded in the darkness, saying:

   "Really accurate, even merciful. You don't have to be so prudent, Lord Black, we Eternals are really just squire ants under the seat of the Firstborn.

   They gave us everything and left a cruel rule, they teased us, they ignored us.

   You are right.

  We are just parts that can be replaced at any time, and all the meaning of our existence is just to serve the "destiny".

   Those illusory glory shackles us from entering the real realm. Unfortunately, no one wants to be a puppet forever. This is the basis of my cooperation with Denathius.

  We have the same goal and desire, even the embers that no one cares about, there is also the yearning for rekindling

  You understand our predicament.

  You also know our desires.

   I can finally put my mind at ease with you. Welcome to our cause, The Silent One. "

   (end of this chapter)