MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1885 13. Before you become a god, you have to put yourself first

   Chapter 1885 13. Before you become a god, you have to give birth to yourself first

   "Dad is at the bottom of the sea! The shark riders that the sharks sent him by the rush have all gone to scout and said that they found the mark he left in Nazjatar. Where are we going to pick him up."

  In the endless sea, the Nagfar is galloping in the tide.

  Princess Mononoke said a lot to Sefir who was holding the steering wheel. It was obvious that Miss Shipling was very happy to find the trace of her father, but there was no smile on the first mate's face.

   She glanced at the borders of the distant world.

  Even though it was half a world apart, the Titan sword inserted into the endless sea was still clearly visible, like a blood-red strange hill.

   The power and majesty of the Dark Titan can be felt from the terrifying sword alone. It is really hard to imagine that such a big monster can be sealed.

  Compared to Princess Mononoke, who still thinks in a childish way, Seifer, who has experienced strong winds and waves, obviously understands the current situation better. Blake survived but did not come back to join them as soon as possible.

   This shows that Lord Evil God must be in a bad state at this time.

   How can this be reassuring?

   "Prepare to dive."

  Sefir clasped the steering wheel with his hand and said something to Nagfar who was beside him.

The latter nodded, stretched out his hand and waved, the sails of the whole ship were rolled up and tightened, and the cables everywhere were tied to fixed places like circling snakes, and the ghost sailors on the deck returned in an orderly and swift manner. In the cabin, the black pirate ship began to drain the sea and sank.

   But just as they were about to enter the snorkeling, the sharp-eyed Princess Mononoke turned her head back, suddenly widened her eyes, grabbed Sefir's wrist, pointed to the sea fog that was torn apart on the sea behind and shouted:

   "Look! The Lich King's fleet!"

"Um?"

  Sefir frowned and turned his head, and saw the chilly Death Fleet crossing this sea area in a sailing formation a few nautical miles away.

The "Admiral of Lordaeron" headed by    is like a cold blade unsheathed, with an aura that is enough to freeze everything in the sea fog in the early morning.

   We can vaguely see that there are many death knights moving on the deck under the tattered sails, and there is a tall undead marshal at the bow looking out into the distance.

   That should be Old Barry, the naval commander under the Lich King, and from the direction they sailed, this fleet full of undead vanguards was going to somewhere in the Eastern Continent.

   "The Emperor of Humanity has asked the Lich King for help."

  Sefir thought for a few seconds and said:

   "It looks like things are bad on their side, but that might be a sign too."

   "What signal?"

   Princess Mononoke asked curiously.

  Sefir shook his head and said:

   "Signals are signals, but you don't have to think about them.

   Are you ready? After receiving Black, we will go to Kul Tiras, and then sail directly to the Styx, which will be a journey through the veil of life and death, which is said to be dangerous. "

"well enough."

   Nagfar shrugged.

   She grabbed the arm of the first mate dragon and shook it, like a daughter who was coquettish to her mother, and whispered:

   "In fact, don't worry, it's not that I haven't sailed in the Styx.

Before I met my father and my mother Seifer, I also worked under Hela with my father Hablon. At that time, I went back and forth to the world of life and death every week and did not encounter any unsolvable troubles. .

   But I would be stupid at that time, and I don’t think I can remember it if I get into trouble.

   But isn't there a saying in the human world?

  The old horse knows the way.

  I believe that as long as I go back to that route, I will remember how to go. "

   "You have confidence."

  Sefir sighed, and at the moment when the Nagfar completely sank into the abyss, she took another look at the distant Death Fleet.

She could see old Barry Westwin, who was commanding the undead crossing the sea, from the bow of the boat, taking off his hat and salute. As the temporary captain, Sefir also took off his black pirate hat and put it on his chest to the old navy. Return gift.

   In the next instant, the entire ghost ship disappeared into the sea, leaving only a small whirlpool and constantly floating water bubbles.

  In the cold and dead abyss, the Nagfar accelerated forward like a ghost. With the affinity and push of the sea, it moved towards the capital of the Deep Sea Empire at a speed far exceeding that of the sea.

   Several hours later, in Azshara's Eternal Palace, Blake, who was in a wheelchair, was pushed by several royal maids to the queen's bedroom.

   Azshara wants to summon him.

Lord Cthulhu's recovery speed is very fast. Whether it is void or life, the two forces are far more effective in healing than other forces, but the problem is that Sargeras, who was forced to "women's clothes", was merciless when he cut him. , the "battle marks" left by those godhead powers are not so easy to dissipate.

   can only be slowly polished with the dual godheads of the Silent One and Moon Shadow. Before this invasive force dissipates, Black has to maintain such a "weak" state.

   But compared to Azshara's current state, the evil god-sama who was in a wheelchair was already considered very healthy.

   The noble Queen of the Deep Sea will lie on her royal couch, and several maids serve her with worried eyes, but the Queen is as uncomfortable as she is paralyzed.

   Since she brought Blake back to the palace yesterday, her condition has been deteriorating rapidly.

   It's like the body is "accelerating to death", at first numbness everywhere, then loss of feeling in the fingers, and this morning, Azshara found himself unable to move.

   And now the queen feels like her body is a cage, confining her soul in it, she already knows something strange is happening to her, but when she wants to get out, she finds that she is powerless to break free.

   "It's almost time to count."

   The evil **** in a wheelchair was pushed to the Queen's couch. He was like an old Chinese doctor, looking up and down at the Queen. The latter could only look at him with his eyes, and that charming face was completely paralyzed.

   When Azshara was excited, drool even drooled from the corners of his mouth

  Tsk tsk, this is simply unthinkable.

   "What the **** happened to me?"

   Azshara uses magic to simulate her own voice.

Although she felt that there was nothing wrong with her, there was a weakness and exhaustion in her voice that could not be concealed. Like a little fairy with a fairy face.

   But in fact, she and Evil God-sama just "played" in the sea for a little bit yesterday, and they didn't do anything else, or in other words, they fell into this embarrassing situation before they had time to do it.

   Faced with Azshara's question, Lord Cthulhu let out a strange laugh. He wanted to pick up a pipe but found that his situation was no better than Azshara's.

   The Dark Titan's battle scars force him into weakness, shaking even when he lifts his hand.

   In desperation, the evil **** gestured to the maid beside him with his eyes.

   Fortunately, Azshara trained his maids very well. Black raised his brows, and the coquettish high-level elf beside him immediately put the pipe on the corner of his mouth.

   As the first plume of smoke rose, Blackla said to Azshara in a long voice:

   "You don't really think that you will be unscathed after being washed by the force of the Pantheon as a member? Do you remember the theory of 'vessel and godhead' that I told you when I was chatting last time?"

   "Is that small talk?"

   Azshara couldn't move now, but her retort was still angry.

   As if recalling the unbearable past, she gritted her teeth and held the fire and said:

   "You mean, my body can no longer carry my current transformation?"

   "Transformation? No, you haven't started to transform yet, you have just come into contact with the knowledge of the Godhead and understood the attributes and workings of the Force."

  Blake exhaled and explained:

   "It's like a seed has been planted into your body, it is taking root, and the next stage is germination, but your body seems to be complete, but it is actually riddled with holes.

  The titan spirit body can ignore the scouring of the arcane force, but you can't do it with your flesh and blood. This is the information disturbance sent by the force from the source point that is interfering with your form of existence.

   To put it simply, you are being 'assimilated' by the Arcane Force.

  If you are lucky, you can survive and have a godhead seed. After that, you will continue to study the force and purify the power so that you will one day have your own godhead and become a god.

   But if you're unlucky, you'll turn into a pretty arcane head in a very short time

  Look at her fingers! "

   The evil **** said something to the maid next to him.

  The latter hurriedly raised the Queen's fingerless fingers and placed them in front of the two of them. Azshara clearly saw that his beautiful nails had detached from the entity and transformed into some kind of energy convergence.

   She said in a stunned tone:

   "I have already begun to become elemental? Why is this? My 'container' is certainly not as good as yours, but ten thousand years of magical tempering has made it very tough. How can I be so fragile?"

   "Because it's not pure!"

  Blake didn't make any detours, and revealed the answer directly. He yawned and said:

   "Your curse of flesh and blood was removed by me, but the effect of that thing on your body is still deeply rooted, as if you had a serious illness. Although you have recovered, your physical fitness is definitely not as good as before.

   But don’t worry.

   Didn't Ms. Ional tell you before?

   If everyone survives, she will help you reshape your body.

   Obviously, the Titan of Life has predicted your current transformation, so Dr. Black's advice to you is to eat and drink, spend the next time happily, and wait for the next doctor's order. "

   "Is there no other way?"

   Azshara was silent for a few seconds and asked again, she obviously didn't want to abandon her god-given perfect body, after all, everything was "original" good.

  The pirate thought for a while, and then set his eyes on the crystal plate by the queen's bed, where there were several special crystals with colorful streamers. Blake narrowed his eyes and stared at the thing. He said:

"That is the frozen form of the blood of the world. Azerite crystals may be useful, just like you used the Well of Eternity to cast spells 10,000 years ago. Now strengthening your body with the blood of the world may allow you to survive this arcane Assimilation.

   But it takes a lot, and it's going to be a lot of fun.

The only advantage of    is that under the stimulation of the blood of the world, your godhead seed will grow faster, so that after you get over it, you will be one step closer to the realm you desire.

   But to be honest, I recommend you to take the life titan approach.

  Find an elf couple to 'born' you again, so that you will be born with a godhead seed, which can better fit your arcane way.

  Do you need me to find you a pair of parents? "

  The wheelchair pirate squinted his eyes and said to his "paralyzed friend" and "bubble friend" Azshara:

  "I will definitely work hard, in fact, I think the Stormrage couple is good, Tyrande and Malfurion, or Tyrande and Illidan, it depends on your preference.

   After all, I am the best court clown under your command, and I will naturally do my best to serve my queen. "

  He grinned, pretending to be loyal and saying:

   "As long as you give an order, the love potion will be arranged immediately to ensure that your 'reincarnation' goes smoothly. I can even deign to be your godfather or something."

   "I treat you as a friend! You want to be my dad?"

   Azshara was out of anger, and the corners of her mouth twitched and drooled. She gritted her teeth and said:

   "Go away! You minister! I will not accept this humiliation even if I die. I will use Azerite to complete my promotion. Isn't it just pain? How can you be strong without pain?"

   Y’all listen, now! Send out the Praetorian to search for Azerite crystals near the Titan's Sword wound in the Endless Sea! I need it, the more the better! "

  The maids suddenly filed out.

   In this bedroom, there were only two people, the evil **** of wheelchair and the paralyzed queen. Blake looked left and right, and then stood up tremblingly while supporting the armrest of the wheelchair under Azshara's astonished gaze.

   He stood up straight, looked down at the helpless, weak and paralyzed queen, shrugged, and said:

"Don't think about it, I just want to say a few last words to you, I'm leaving, my ship is near here. And I have one last piece of advice, if you don't want other elves to be your parents, then you You can try to be your own 'mother'."

  Black put his hand on Azshara's flat and perfect stomach and said softly:

"I'm not just looking for happiness and I'm keen to communicate with you at a negative distance. My Majesty, the seed of life is here, just need a simple conception magic, and you can have it after pregnancy in October. A creation that truly comes from your bloodline.

   She will be the most suitable vessel for your godhead. "

   "No, I don't need it! I don't need heirs as a queen, and I don't want to have children for your filthy god! Don't try to humiliate me, Blake.

   Are you leaving? "

  The Queen said in a hoarse voice:

   "Is it the kind of 'leave' I thought?"

   "Well, you could call it a 'farewell' or something."

  The pirate nodded, put away his pipe, stretched out a trembling hand to help Azshara tuck a strand of hair into his ear, and whispered:

  "At the beginning of the story, I really didn't expect the two of us to end up developing this relationship, but now it seems that it also adds a lot of lovely details to the journey.

  My dear majesty, thank you for entering my story. "

"Neuropathy."

   Azshara felt the emotions of Blake's farewell.

   She suddenly felt a little nostalgic for the love and killing of the prophet in black in the past, but the arrogant queen would definitely not show such emotions, so she scolded:

   "Give me a present! You are the court clown I pardoned. No matter where you go, don't embarrass me."

   "Uh, I want to say something more sensational, to trick your tears."

  The pirate pouted and said:

   "I don't want to talk about it now, that's all, rest, Your Majesty, you should rest too, I wish you all the best in the future."

After    finished speaking, Black sat back on the wheelchair again, let the wheelchair turn around in place without anyone pushing it, and opened a void in front of him leading to the Naglfar.

  The faint purple light shone on Blake, watching the evil **** leave, the queen suddenly said:

   "Will we meet again later?"

   "It's up to you."

  Blake waved his hand dashingly and said:

   "If you have to leave this world one day, we may meet again, then we can make another appointment, enjoy a warm and exciting reunion, and tell each other's stories after the indulgence of pleasure.

   You won't miss me, will you?

  You are such a proud and independent woman, do you want to keep an evil guy who has been bullying you? "

"roll!"

   Azshara roared, full of the majesty of the Deep Sea Queen.

  Blake let out a pleasant laugh, let the wheelchair step into the crack, and disappeared completely after the bridged space was smoothed out. Only the queen was left lying on the gorgeous imperial couch.

   After a few seconds, she closed her eyes.

   The corners of the uncontrollable mouth curved hard, revealing a gentle smile.

  As the queen, she had no friends, and the lonely ruler did not need friends very much, because she did not expect the company of others nor longed to be understood by others.

   She was accompanied by strength, and she walked alone through the dark abyss, and at the end of the journey, she felt the height of the cold.

   But now that loneliness has somewhat dissipated, and what’s even better is that not only has a friend who doesn’t need to look down, but also buy one get one more useful “Royal Humanoid Comforter”.

   I have to say, things are amazing.

"boom"

  The scum pirate's wheelchair is in the Nagfar's captain's cabin.

  Ten seconds after he came back, the door of the captain's room was pushed open. Sefir and Nagfar looked at Blake in the captain's room who was in a wheelchair and bit off the cork of a wine bottle. They were relieved.

   "My mate, change course and go to Kul Tiras."

  Black reached out and picked up the black pirate hat on the side of the bed, put it on his head, and said to Sefir:

   "Let me finish that crying goodbye, and then."

   "We sail to the end of the world."

   (end of this chapter)