MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1917 45. Cthulhu Ritual (×), Cross-World Auction

   Chapter 1917 45. Cthulhu Ritual (×), Cross-World Auction (√) 【Seeking Monthly Ticket 13】

   On the platform of the Underworld, which was vibrating as if it was about to collapse, General Draven activated the death totem that was manipulating Bwonsamdi while looking at the sea of ​​souls in the center of the Underworld.

   He couldn't see anything, there was no daunting Muerzala, no weird evil **** Black Shaw, or even the fight between the two sides. All he saw was a misty wave reflecting the dark sea of ​​stars.

   is like a forbidden sea where sea monsters are haunted, as long as you step into it, you will be swallowed by hidden monsters.

   He knew the battle was going on, but he couldn't see who had the upper hand, but the increasingly weak resistance from the death totem in front of him could probably guess who would be the final winner.

   But what shocked General Draven was not the battle itself, but the previous counterattack by Black after Muezala unleashed his reality-shattering powers.

General    Stoneborn thought that the Silent One would use his magical dual godheads, but no, Black chose to fight Muezala with the unique psychic power of Shadowlands.

   "It's unbelievable that such a powerful psychic power can actually exist in a material being. If I hadn't known that he came from the world of the living, I would have thought that he was an eternal being born and raised in the kingdom of death."

  The loyal and valiant stoneborn felt that his eyes were opened again today.

   But for Bwonsamdi and the murlocs, they have seen all kinds of miracles brought about by Blake, and it's just an explosion of anima before them, and it's not worth the fuss at all.

   The two guys had already started cheering for the victory, chanting the name of the Silent One as they waited for the result to be revealed.

Especially Bwonsamdi, after feeling the truth that Muezala is getting weaker and weaker, this old troll who has finally given up his mind can't wait to dance a warm and passionate troll war dance in place to fight for nothing. The invincible evil gods send congratulations.

   On the other side, on the last platform, Lady Moonberry, the great fairy of the night, who was forced to participate in the battle, had no joy in her heart.

   In her opinion, the most ancient Loamu Zara, who colluded with Maw and plotted to launch a conspiracy in Blazing Immortal Wild, deserves to die, but this does not mean that the powerful evil **** Black Shaw is a good thing.

  Before the battle, Lady Moonberry had been praying that the battle would evolve into a fight between the evil **** and the most ancient Loa, and the two would end up together.

   In this way, the land can be saved from two big troubles.

   But today's luck didn't seem to come to Moonberry. She heard screams and even miserable beggings in the weird fog in front of her.

  嘁.

  The big goblin flapped the butterfly wings, and there was a hint of disdain in her big shining eyes.

what the hell.

The old troll Reaper looked mighty and invincible, but I didn't expect it to be a soft-footed shrimp. He couldn't stand it within a few minutes of confronting the evil god. With such strength, he dared to participate in the war between the warden and the Eternal. ?

   It's really over the top!

   But after taunting Muezala, Lady Moonberry began to worry about another matter.

   "The dreaded Bwonsamdi invited terrifying foreign aid. They brought the group of loa who were about to go mad and prepared to attack the Royal Court of the Night. The Heart of the Forest was unaware of this. It was a terrible thing.

  Can the great Her Majesty really resist this evil force? "

  The eyes of the big fairy were full of worry.

   Even though the little fishman conspired to become its pet, Lady Moonberry clearly cares more about her hometown. From her point of view, she does not feel that Her Majesty has done anything wrong.

  The forest is indeed withering because of the lack of anima. As the hostess of the Blazing Blue Immortal, it is her duty to find a way to collect the anima. As for the sacrificed Loa

   Well, they are really miserable.

   But this is.

   "Necessary sacrifice?"

   A gentle voice resounded in Lady Moonberry's heart, with a power to play with her mind. The voice seemed to hear what the fairy Moonberry was saying, and he asked back:

   "Then why doesn't Her Majesty draw anima from naughty and grumpy fairies?

   There are also many powerful creatures in the Meiye Royal Court, aren't they? You were born and raised here, and when your homeland is under threat, shouldn't you give a little bit of your strength to it? "

   "Who? Who is speaking in my heart? Come out!"

   Moonberry was startled, she flapped her wings and flew around, holding powerful fairy magic in both hands, colorful dust flew around her, making this butterfly-like little guy look around vigilantly.

   "Alas, little one."

Black's hand fell from a high place and was pressing on Lady Moonberry's white-haired head. While rubbing the big goblin's hair, he put away the grieving double-blade of Hem Haw, which was being restrained. said:

   "You can no longer be a partner in justice when you excuse your queen and say the words 'necessary sacrifice', you don't even know what your queen is doing.

   Fairies are fairies, no matter how cunning and naughty they are, they are so kind in their hearts that they don’t want to think about the truth from a dark angle. You are really the purest thing that can be born in this shadow country. "

"let me go!"

   Lady Moonberry froze all of a sudden, and smashed the fairy magic in her hand at the abominable evil god.

   But the flying scorching fire smashed into the shadow tentacles that sprang out from under Blake's feet and burst into a beautiful light, but it didn't hurt him one bit.

   She obviously hates when other people move her head, yelling like a grumpy little devil.

   "Take care of your pets, or we'll have roast goblin meat for lunch today!"

  The pirate took the moonberry and treated her like a little murloc, and shouted at it again.

  The latter croaked and smiled at the owner, while throwing the broken chain of dominance and dragging the irritable Moonberry to the corner, and then took out a rope to tie her mouth to calm her down.

At this time, in the illusory sea of ​​souls in the center of the underworld, Muerzala, who had eaten half of her spiritual body, was already at the end of her power. His eyes were bloodied and roared at Bwonsamdi, who was laughing wildly, but he screamed in pain under the slap of the death whip thrown by the hateful Bwonsamdi.

   is a really good picture of "filial piety to a father and a son".

   "Ah, Mighty Silent One, I knew you were so powerful, I should have figured out a way to deceive you into my underworld, please help me solve this trouble."

   Bwonsamdi's figure appeared in front of Blake through space, he hovered there with a flattering face, and said in a warm tone:

   "You're tired, right? Do you need a break? Do you need me to arrange for some of the most beautiful and coquettish queens in troll history to sleep for you? Do you need me to lick your shoes to put you in a good mood?

   Don't be shy, tell me, what do you want the old troll to do for you?

   Today you are the king here!

  You can do whatever you want, only today. "

   "I have a 'fan meeting' over there."

  Black is also welcome, while soothing the strong fluctuations in the residual psychic energy on the armor, he said to Bwonsamdi:

   "I know that your otherworldly underworld has some peculiar powers that can be linked to the material world. Prepare a 'reflection' palace for me. I need to talk to the quiet ones over there, and I have to arrange some things."

   "Oh, another terrible conspiracy, another big plan to subvert the kingdom of the dead, I understand I understand."

   Bwonsamdi grinned and threw a troll-style golden key to Black, pointed to the temple-like palaces in the four corners of the Underworld, and said generously:

   "Just pick one, my friend, no, my mighty brother, you delivered the real gift to old Bwonsamdi, you are already my half-brother."

   "I'm afraid I'm not strong enough to be your brother."

  The pirate flicked the key in his hand, stretched his voice and said:

   "God knows that one day you **** will sell me for a little profit, of course, you can try it as much as you want, and you will be responsible for the accident.

  When I was talking with that side, you went to find my other 'friends' in Chilan Xianye. Isn't it just for this moment that I sent them here with all my hard work?

  If they don't come, you can threaten them with 'favor'. "

  Blake blew a pirate whistle, and while walking towards the nearest Temple of Reflection, he stretched his body and said:

   "They all owe me a favor, a great favor."

   "Tsk tsk, what a pathetic fellow."

   Bwonsamdi clapped behind Black and said:

   "It's really a terrible thing to be able to owe you a favor. It's basically linked to the 'cannon fodder'. It's not delicious to eat."

   "Need me remind you? Bwonsamdi."

  The pirate stopped, glanced back at the cheerful troll Death God, and said meaningfully:

   "You also owe me a big favor, just now."

"Uh"

   The happy smile on the skeleton face of old Bongsandi instantly solidified, and after a few seconds, he kicked the troll skull that was placed on the platform as a decoration with his kick.

   "Fuck!"

The word    perfectly expresses Bwonsamdi's eagerness to have a super-friendship relationship with all the women in the Black family at this time.

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  According to some gossip, the old Bwonsamdi occasionally does a "side job" in addition to his main job of receiving troll souls and sending them to the Shadowlands.

   This guy will "lent" his magic essence, that is, his power, to some mortals who are in urgent need of power, set a period of not too long and not too short, and wait for the power to return.

   Of course, this model of lending and recycling is a proper loan shark.

   If you borrow a point from Bwonsamdi, you have to pay back two or even three points. No normal person should make such a deal except those outlaws and lunatics who think they can deceive the **** of death.

   However, unfortunately, too many people in the material world are full of unnecessary confidence in their inferior wisdom, which has led to Bwonsamdi's sideline business being very prosperous.

   In order to better serve the "customer", the old troll created a "reflection" in the temple that can be connected to the material world, and it is not only connected to the single world of Azeroth.

  The Shadow Realm has souls from the entire material stars, and Bwonsamdi can naturally expand his influence to other worlds. Of course, the old troll who is nostalgic obviously prefers to do these bad things in his hometown.

   "cough cough"

  Black walked to the edge platform of the Temple of Reflection, picked up the seal in black and coughed a few times.

   With the vibration of the godhead and the call of divine power, the back of the sky that simulates the rapid transformation of the star sea is like a side-by-side monitor screen. Except for the little fish man, several other silent gods have appeared in front of the pirates.

   Each person holds a seal in black between the virtual and the real, so as to achieve non-stop cross-world communication with their own gods.

   Mathias Shaw, Nathanos Maris, the trio of Warlocks and Warchief Red Blackhand, this is the God of the Silent.

   In addition to them, there are Valeera Sangunar and Jarod Shadowsong, Gaboa and Eredin, who are closely related to Black.

   From the dense crowd standing in the background of these people, it can be seen that although Black never actively preached the teachings of the Quiet One, belief in him has blossomed all over Azeroth.

  The Silent One finally has a sect of his own after he became an evil god, which is really gratifying.

   "My loyal followers and friends are here, and as you can see, my travels in the world of the dead are time-consuming and exciting, and there is not much time to waste."

   Black was dressed in the mysterious attire of a prophet in black, and suspended the sad double-blade with an elegant and cruel temperament beside him.

He kicked open the anima treasure chest under his feet, revealing the layers of anima orbs in the chest, and then took out the holy light crystal core collected in Revenders and hung it in front of him. The people in front of them said:

   "These wonderful things of power have been bestowed upon you by your generous gods. Start bidding now, and the one with the highest price will get it!"

   "No way, boss!"

The trio of    warlocks suddenly wailed:

   "We also rented the largest conference hall in the academy for today's spiritual ceremony, but you called everyone here to make money by selling things?

   Thankfully, we also prepared a good tribute. "

   "You idiots!"

  Blake picked up his pipe, crossed his arms and said to everyone in front of him:

   "Isn't it that when you pray to the gods and make offerings, you get power and gifts from the gods? When you pray to other powers, you have to recite a scripture, show sincerity or something.

   But what a waste of time?

  The conversation between us **** should be sincere, no need to recite the scriptures, and no need to pretend to be piety. I clearly marked the price, and you have enough sincerity, so that I am comfortable and you are also convenient.

  Don't do those fake things.

   Haven't I already given you so much time to raise the tribute? "

   He rolled his eyes, picked up a purple anima orb from the box, tossed it up and down, and said to the people of different colors in front of him:

   "This little treasure contains the high-level application of the wild rage skills in the natural force school of the natural force school of the life force field, the hunter path beastmaster knowledge, and crushing it can learn the delicate changes of the force of anger"

   "I want it!"

  Nathanos Maris, who was in the reflection of reality in front of Black's eyes, immediately raised his hand and said:

   "I may not be able to use it, but my disciple Lorna Crowley is about to set foot on the battlefield of Gilneas, and this will be the best gift from her mentor."

   "That's it! Look, Maris has figured it out, and you're still foolishly seeking the comfort of formalism."

The pirate whistled, flicked the mark of black in his hand, and threw the ball of anima orb into the area where Massanos was located. The next second, those carefully prepared tributes were also delivered to Black's feet. .

   As expected of an old brother, he knows what Blake likes the most. If you don’t play tricks, you start with a box of precious elf gold coins. Seeing that the patterns are from the Millennium Treasure of the Windrunner family.

cool!

   Speaking of the skill of eating soft rice and hard food, we have to look at the hunter-in-law of our Windrunner family.

   "And then this."

  Black picked up another irregular core of Holy Light Crystal, flicked it in his hand, and said to the others who were eager to try:

   "This thing is very similar to the properties of Atama crystals. It is the residual power left by the powerful Naru after his death. After taking it back, find a good blacksmith to forge it,

   may not be able to create the Ashbringer in the hands of Varian Wrynn, but a downgraded version of the purification artifact is easy.

   Considering you're battling demons, this thing should be in demand.

   I have about fifty here, and there will be many more in the future. "

   "I want it!"

  Shore opened his mouth immediately, but in the next moment, the laughing Great Chief Red snorted and said arrogantly:

   "What you want is yours?

   Just kidding, we orcs have prepared a lot for this divine ritual, and such treasures should of course be used by the most powerful warriors.

   To the extent that most of your Stormwind City has already been captured, it would be a waste to give it to you.

   I will pay double! "

   "The battle on Mount Hyjal is hot, and the Sentinels need such weapons."

   Garrod said:

   "I'll give you three times. Besides, I'm not threatening you, but Lord Black is my brother-in-law! Are you sure you want to rob me?"

  The scene fell silent.

   A group of people scolded Garrod for not talking about martial arts, but the elf commander turned a deaf ear. Now this terrible moment can't be shameful. Isn't human relationship or something just used at this moment?

  Blake shrugged, threw the crystal in his hand to his brother-in-law, and then Shi Shiran picked up the next Anima Orb, his eyes were full of relaxed pleasure.

roll!

   Give me a roll to death!

   Without squeezing out the last shreds of wealth from the believers, what face does Black have to call himself an evil god?

   (end of this chapter)