MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1916 44. Kingship has no eternity, my father

   Chapter 1916 44. Kingship has no eternity, my father

   The feud between Muezala and Bwonsamdi is the most complicated of all Azeroth myths, and the one that has been completely forgotten.

   There are not hundreds of thousands of words in this story, but the good thing is that in Blake’s travels, the big pirate has pieced together the whole picture of the story.

It is nothing more than that the ambitious old father, after realizing that the power of the **** of death could not give him the detachment he desired, chose to collude with another big boss Zovall, plotting more power and giving his power of the **** of death to his own. Adopted son to hide people's eyes and ears.

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

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

He spent tens of thousands of years erasing all records about Muezala in Azeroth, so that the name of the most ancient Loa was forgotten by time, so that Muezala could never return to his birth. world, permanently isolated in the realm of death.

   This is how old Bwonsamdi saved the world!

  Unfortunately, this plan went wrong, and with the help of Blake, Bwonsamdi finally destroyed the last piece of the shrine of the night, and he was only a little short of overturning.

And Muerzala, who had no hope of returning to Azeroth, was very painfully backstabbed by his adopted son, and wanted to retaliate against him in the world of death. With the help of his superior, the warden, Muerzala once again entered the other world. He vowed to put an end to all Bwonsamdi efforts here.

   But unfortunately, although Bwonsamdi did not inherit Muezala's terrifying power, he has his own advantage, that is, the old troll is very good at making friends.

   Now, Bwonsamdi, with the reinforcements he found, strode to the underworld, which has been completely controlled by the Father of the Night.

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

   Just as his crazy dad wanted to pinch him to death here, Bwonsamdi also decided to put an end to Muezala's ambitions in his own underworld.

"Too strong."

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

  The Stoneborn General moved his claws and said in a low voice:

   "This is already close to the power of the Eternal, even though I have never heard the name 'Muezala', but I am certain that it is definitely the most relied upon servant of Warden Zovar.

   Can we really beat this guy? "

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

  Blake complained angrily, and the Blade of Sorrow in his hand screamed and wanted to kill this sad stoneborn who dared to underestimate the great master.

   But Lord Cthulhu also knew that General Draven's straight temper was not deliberately mocking.

   He just told the truth.

   "If you are in the material world, I absolutely believe that a deity like you can kill or seal a demigod like Muezala effortlessly."

General    Stoneborn explained:

   "But your dual godheads are suppressed in the realm of death, and according to Bwonsamdi, Muezala was a former **** of death, and his manipulation of the power of death must be outstanding.

   You will definitely not lose.

   But it's not that easy to win a pretty good guess. Again, I don't mean to underestimate you. "

   "Shut up."

  Black waved his hand, turned his head to look at Bwonsamdi, who was suspended beside him in a mask, and said:

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

   "Then how could it be! Am I the kind of **** who would fool my best friend to die?"

   Bwonsamdi pointed glibly around the entire underworld suspended in the illusory sea of ​​stars, where there were four troll-style spires, and he said to the guys beside him:

   "Look, on those four platforms are placed my elaborate death totems, which are connected to all the anima fountains in the entire Hades.

  Activating it at the same time when necessary can release all the Anima of the Hades, restrain Muezala for a short time and weaken it.

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

  The Maw's call will keep him out of danger. "

   "He doesn't even want to go anywhere!"

  The evil **** raised the blade of mourning and touched the blue blade with his black hand armor, bringing with him a stream of divine sparks. He looked at the huge troll phantom standing above the underworld before him, and said very forcefully:

   "Did you hear that?"

   "Huh? Hear what?"

   Lady Moonberry, who was forcibly pulled in by the little murlocs to work, raised her ears curiously and doubtfully and asked, she really didn't hear anything. But Bwonsamdi cheered the face's elongated voice at this moment and said:

   "Sarameni is hungry."

   "Yes, my babes are hungry, and Muirzala looks delicious."

  Black stepped forward, the abyss of the Silent One rose rapidly in his shadow, and the terrifying, twisted and weird shadow of the void made General Draven sigh.

   He was reluctant to admit it, but at this moment, an emotion called "fear" also rose in the heart of the firm rock.

  Moonberry was scared to hide behind the little fish, goblins are notoriously mischievous, but they are also cowards, and they are easily frightened by things they have not seen.

Black ignored these living treasures. With a wave of his finger, the four guys, including the little murloc, rushed to the square platform of the Hades, just one person activated a death totem to help Black remove Muezala, the most ancient Luo. A completely suppressed this.

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

The souls of the great trolls who had been controlled by Muezala rushed to him without fear, and when they stepped into the tumbling and twisted land of shadows, they were one after another by the tentacles of the ten thousand snakes between the illusory and the real. The capture was pulled into the fissure of the tumbling void.

   How dare these pathetic fellows approach a Void God?

  Who gave them courage?

   Could it be this old troll who doesn't know his death is coming?

   "The **** of death, the father of sleep, the son of time, the friend of the night, the oldest souls are floating in the reflection of the dead world, and the lost who don't know where to go are longing for the wind of their homeland.

  Come, Muezala, appear before the Silent One.

   You know who I am.

   This is not the first time we have met. "

Wearing the armor of the Moon God and carrying the Blade of Sorrow, Black stood on the platform of the Underworld, calling out Muezala's name in the oldest troll language. At the moment when his voice fell, the shadowy Underworld was suspended in the shadows. The vision of a giant troll over the sea of ​​stars suddenly opened its eyes.

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

Probably because he lived too long, black bone spurs grew at the roots of his fangs, and the same bone spurs also appeared on his forehead. Ah seems to have a feeling of madness and twilight.

   His lower body is covered with an equally ragged robe. Compared with him, Bwonsamdi, who has dressed himself up in the style of a non-mainstream heavy metal singer, looks "excellent."

   After being awakened, Muerzala ignored the little guys who were manipulating the death totem around him, and his eyes fell on Black.

   To be precise, it landed on the black coat on Black's chest.

   He felt a familiar aura from it.

   "Chain of Domination?"

   Muerzala opened his mouth and said:

   "You're the uneasy guest of Zovar? It's a pity, as you can see, when you arrived at the Maw, I happened to be dealing with some 'family problems' with my bad boy.

   Then, guest of the Maw, what are you here for?

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

   "Of course not, you stupid and moldy old thing, Blake is the rescuer I invited! Just to kill you!"

   Bwonsamdi's gong-like voice echoed in the empty underworld with the trolls' sarcasm, but Muezala ignored him, just looking 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 Zovar, and I am also a collaborator of Zovar, so we are also friends."

  Blake said calmly:

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

   "Oh? So what are the requirements for you to be my friend?"

   Guloa secretly accumulated power and extracted more power from the Maw. He knew that Black was not easy to deal with, so he used words to delay time.

   "No, Blake, we said yes"

   "My condition for helping you is that if Bwonsamdi keeps making such a rude noise and makes me feel dizzy."

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

   "Okay, just kidding, I just saw the environment here was so bad so I tried to liven up the atmosphere and don't mind my nonsense."

  The Silent One glanced maliciously at the old Bwonsamdi who was covering his mouth with his hands, and he moved the mourning blade in his hand.

   In the gloomy stream of light drawn by the beating of the blue **** rune, he looked at Muezala, whose momentum was rising, and said rationally:

"I have long known that fighting and killing will not solve the problem, so I tried to use a more peaceful way to resolve the grievances. My dear Muezala, you have taken refuge with the warden, and you have to return to Azeroth. In order to complete the path to God that I desire, I happen to have some experience in this area.

  Look at your spiritual power, you have approached the line under the infusion of the soul power of the maw, all you need now is a container large enough to hold your cosmic soul that is about to break out of its shell.

   You want to devour Azeroth's star soul just to **** her unmolded titan body. That is a very risky act, and it is also a big gamble that may cost you all your money.

   But I have a better idea. "

   Evil God raised his hand, the blood red and golden death mark was suspended in his hand, he said to Muerzala:

   "You must know the legend of the Tomb of the First Nativity since you've been in the Shadowlands for so long, and I can guarantee you'll find a deity vessel there that can still be used.

   What you desire is in my hands.

   As long as you collect all five sigils, you can open the way to Zare-Sentis, and I am planning an attack on the Queen of Winter.

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

  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 becoming a god.

  Everyone is a guy who nominally serves the warden, we don't have to hurt the peace. "

After    the pirates said, the entire Hades fell silent.

   Bwonsamdi jumped up and down anxiously. He felt that the situation was out of control, so he eagerly looked at his crazy old father, only to see Muezala actually thinking about this proposal in despair.

Hello!

  You are the most guloa like a lunatic. Wouldn’t it be nice to be moved by a few words from a junior? Use your lunatic character to punch that **** and completely ruin any hope of negotiation?

   In Bwonsamdi's anticipation, Muezala finally spoke.

   The ancient and mighty Loa said in his low, hollow voice like an echo:

   "Well, I was almost tempted, it would be a great thing if I could get a vessel of the gods without doing anything and be in the rank of the Eternals.

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

   They are just a group of poor creatures who call themselves "gods" but can't even control their own destiny! I don't care about such deplorable powers of gods!

   I'm going back to Azeroth, I'm going to devour that world like a sea of ​​quicksand, and become a true star god!

   Immortal and immortal, until eternity! "

   Goloa shouted:

   "You! Blake 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 a shameful conspiracy behind Zoval's back.

   You are not a collaborator!

  I told Zovar long ago that the soul of Azeroth cannot believe a word of it! He's too stupid, too caught up in his own ambitions to listen to any advice.

   I'm going to kill you here, take your corpse to the Maw, and your immortal spirit will help me cross the last line. Hoohoo, sad silent one.

   In this realm of death, how can you, born in the void, be the opponent of the **** of death?

   Die! "

   "Boom"

   Full of power, Zuguloa clenched his fists and smashed his fists towards the platform where Black was standing like a drum. This terrifying power tore apart the existence of the Underworld, causing those illusory projections to shatter and spin.

   worthy of being the oldest Loa and the father of the night, with a full blow and 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 are no longer as powerful as the material world, are very difficult to resist, and it seems that failure is imminent.

   "Hey, don't give your face, how can Zovar find these crooked melons and cracked dates. Seriously, you really should find Xavies for further education and learn the art of being a man."

   In the hollow black hole of the platform smashed by Muezala's fists, the helpless voice of the Silent One sounded with the scream of the two flying mourning blades.

  Finally released, the fierce mourning blades plunged into Muerzala’s shoulders one by one, and began to devour his spiritual body full of nutrition and deliciousness in the roar of the oldest **** of death.

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

   Muerzala didn't even bother to endure the pain, he was stunned as he watched the uninjured Blake emerge from the shattered reality rift.

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

   "What? Do you really think that I have no power other than Godhead to come and go freely in the realm of death?"

Blake 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 War Armor burst out and shook the world. momentum.

   In the colorful streamer dancing, Lord Cthulhu sighed and said:

   "This is the world dominated by the mind, and the power of mind. I have mastered it from the moment I was born again. You don't really think that I can't fight if I lose the power of the godhead?

  I am the Heretic God who climbed up step by step from the bottom. I have experienced many times that I cannot survive without fighting, and you are just another guy who brings shame on himself.

Come!

   Muerzala.

   stretched his head out to show you something good. "

  The majesty of the eight legendary animas bursting out at the same time made Blake awe-inspiring. In Bwonsamdi's joyous laughter like a monkey scream, the four death totems of the Hades were also activated at the same time.

   Most Guloa knew that something was wrong and wanted to run.

   But in the next moment, as Blake snapped his fingers crisply, a phantom curtain completely woven by Anima completely blocked and imprisoned the Hades in an instant.

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

With a wave of the evil god's hand, N'Zoth, the demon of a thousand beards, who howled out from the combined power of the Shadow of the Dark Empire, rushed out of the darkness with a roar like the King of the Carp with a splash of water. On Muezala's spirit body.

   In the gloomy laughter, the phantoms of the other three ancient gods also loomed behind Black.

   "Eat, eat."

  The pirate spread his hands and said warmly:

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

   (end of this chapter)