A big deal
The Maw is a very magical place.
This place is very desolate, but it has the most magnificent buildings in the entire Shadowlands; it is said to be the most evil person in the entire Shadowlands, but He has never killed even a single person with his own hands.
There is an army of Mawsworn stationed here that can rival the Burning Legion Sea of Demons, but until the Jailer was defeated and died, the ferocious dead here did not commit even a single crime in Material World.
This is a very evil place, but it is also the place where Shadowlands has the lowest number of "malignant cases".
If you are a traveler and are willing to abide by the series of orders set by the Jailer for this land, then the safety of living in the Maw is even much higher than that in Ardenweald, let alone compared with Maldraxxus who "kills for fun" and Revendreth who are "abusers" everywhere.
In fact, if "killing" or "evil deeds" are simply used as the criterion for judgment, then it is really hard to say who is "hell" in the Maw compared with other countries.
Of course, all of the above is based on the fact that you are a good person who abides by the law and accidentally falls into the Maw.
If you are a heinous soul thrown here by Arbiter, then the Maw is undoubtedly the most terrifying hell you can imagine, bar none.
The purpose of this place is to make these guys who dare to do anything but good deeds feel pain when they are alive.
If you think the Maw is terrible, it means you are a normal person.
But for Diakum, he felt that the Maw made a very good first impression on him, and even felt strangely "eager to try".
If a "cooperation agreement" can be reached with the Jailer, then in the future, when those scum who do evil things in the name of Holy Light or the unforgivable Forsworn appear in the Holy Light field, then after High Heaven completes Judgment, the Archangels will be able to grab that guy's neck and throw those punished souls directly into the Maw.
How fashionable is this!
And there can be many heavens for each force, but only one hell is enough.
"I feel like you're thinking of something very dangerous, Diakum."
Queen Azshara looked at the place where she had fought with a "nostalgic" look. Unlike the covenant soldiers behind her who fell into Badlands from high altitudes and were extremely vigilant, Azshara was really familiar with everything here.
She has been to every steel fortress here and captured "material samples" that she can use to study the mysteries of anima.
the Jailer is undoubtedly a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Because every time Azshara captures a the Maw lord, he will always complete the "replenishment" in a very short period of time.
This very decent work attitude made Azshara have a very good impression of the Jailer, even though the two have never met.
But at this moment, the Queen seemed to feel Vigilant's psychological activities from the eyes and angles in which Diakum observed the Maw. She said:
"Because you don't want to design your own "hell", do you plan to directly reuse the "outstanding design" of First Ones? Don't be too outrageous."
"I think this is a very good idea. After all, if I know exactly how to execute an execution to bring extreme pain to those being punished, it means that I know how to be a sadist."
This is a very dangerous tendency for a believer like me."
Dick explained:
"Even if I don't throw those sinners who defiled Holy Light into the Maw, I can still throw them into Sea of Darkness. However, Sea of Darkness is not a good place for punishment. There are many "bad guys" there who love to turn heinous souls into one of them.
Throwing them into the territory of a more vicious group of guys will not make the prisoner's situation or future better.
I want them Confession to do bad things and use their consequences to warn those who are eager to try, not to create "super criminals" who can control the power of the void. Therefore, let the professional people do the professional things.
If the Jailer is willing, High Heaven can indeed place a beacon in the Maw.
Even if the Jailer is gone, I believe that the leaders of Shadowlands will not let this "good place" of the Maw go to waste."
"He's coming!"
Behind the two of them, Nether-Stalker suddenly said something.
Others looked up one after another and saw a group of fully armed Mawsworn cavalry striding forward on those gloomy and depressed Sanctum of Domination horses.
These war horses are reshaped by heinous spirits, decorated with spikes, chains and collars, etc. to shape the shapes of Oathsteel, which symbolizes "dominance" and "pain". Each one is extremely ferocious and majestic.
The Mawsworn knights who cleared the way for the Jailer were obviously carefully selected. Each of them would be a proper demigod in Material World, but here they are only assigned to the Jailer as a guard of honor.
As a place that has been closed to the outside world since its birth, and where all the heinous people in the universe will eventually arrive, the power that the Jailer can use is truly exaggerated.
The "strong man" thing is a consumable in His hands.
After all, as we all know, those bad guys are generally good at using power. The badder the guy, the better he is at using power, and their control of power will eventually become one of the Jailer's powers.
From this point of view, the Jailer is simply the most "luxurious" king in the world, and Gul'dan, that little Lich King kid, is the monkey version of the Jailer.
Behind such a luxurious guard of honor, the Jailer strode forward.
He was really surprisingly frugal. He didn't have any fancy carriages or vehicles. He just walked on foot. He didn't even have a pair of shoes. The pants he wore were the same ones he wore when he was punished the Maw by his brothers and sisters.
There was even damage to the hem of the pants, which just needed a few patches.
It is no exaggeration to say that if you look like this, you can go directly to Old Gani's "Beggars Clan" to apply for the position of eight-bag elder without any makeup.
The only decorations on His body the One are those Dominion Rune carved all over the skin, as well as the chains and shackles used to restrain Him.
This Big Bald Head is obviously not a guy who cares about external enjoyment.
Denathrius once commented that Zovaal is more like a philosopher than Warrior. Perhaps this is indeed the case. After all, he reveals more of the "penance" in him than Diakum, a senior believer.
"Welcome to the Maw. I haven't received guests for a long time."
the Jailer's eyes swept over everyone in front of him.
This giant, who was several heads taller than Diakum, only paused for a few moments on Vigilant, Azshara and Medivh, as if the others did not exist at all in his eyes.
But this may not be arrogance.
As the former Arbiter, He only needs one glance to see clearly the background of these souls. He will only stop for those unique souls. This is also one of the programs set by Him when "shipping out of the factory".
"Follow me to Sanctum of Domination."
the Jailer raised his hand, and amid the sound of Black Chain of different lengths colliding on his wrist, He said:
"We should probably have a chat before we actually go."
"Hmm."
Diakum nodded and accepted the Jailer's invitation. The Queen asked:
"I need to meet the "Runecarver", as you can see, my sword needs a repair."
"As you wish, haughty queen from the mortal world."
the Jailer said:
"Anyway, you also tried to enter Runecarver's cell. You thought it was me who blocked your entry, but I want to tell you that it was He who didn't want to see you, not me who deliberately blocked it. My brother is a very complicated Eternal Ones, and I have given up on exploring what he is thinking.
If you want to take Him away, that's up to you."
After saying that, the Jailer turned around and left, and Diakum followed him. He didn't know what he said to the Jailer. Big Bald Head, who was obviously talking but seemed to be immersed in his own world, was obviously stunned for a moment. This was the first time the Jailer showed an "emotional reaction."
He looked hesitant, but finally nodded.
Azshara immediately covered his eyes helplessly.
She said in a teasing and desperate tone to Lich Medivh who was following her:
"Blessed are those guys who do bad things in the name of faith. This the Maw has one more sin to tolerate. When they plan to deceive Holy Light, I hope they already know where their end will lead."
"But isn't that the way it should be?"
Medivh said in a casual tone:
"In the eyes of believers, deceiving one's faith is heinous. In fact, Diakum is willing to expel them to the Maw, which is very kind. If you don't believe it, you can ask those demons who were burned to ashes and Void Creature.
Even if it is to linger in the Maw, it is much better than to be crushed and ashes.
They will think they can find "hope", but they only deserve despair, waiting here to rot or become Stygia.
Stop saying such unappetizing words, Your Majesty.
I have read most of the notes you have kept, and there are many questions I have always wanted to ask you."
He said:
"Considering that we still have some time, can you give me the opportunity to ask for advice from your seniors?"
"Of course."
Azshara brushed his hair and said:
"My court is lacking a "Magic Prince" to support me. If you are willing to condescend, Sargeras's Mortal realm body, I will be happy to answer all your questions."
"But I am Medivh."
Astral Mage said in a serious tone:
"I have nothing to do with Sargeras. In fact, I still have many "personal grudges" that I want to communicate with him."
"What a coincidence, I have one too! It seems that Sargeras is not very good at being a human being. There are only so many living people in this hell, and in the end, everyone has a grudge against him."
Azshara covered his mouth and chuckled, saying:
"Then, let's go, my Magic Prince. I hope the question you, Astral Mage, are not wasting my time."
"I actually just want to ask one question."
Medivh said:
"Do you know how to get to "Zereth Ordus"?"
"Hiss"
Azshara took a breath of air.
Only then did she put away her arrogant thoughts, took a serious look at Medivh, and said:
"What? Are you interested too?"
"Look, I just said that I have some personal grudges with Mr. Sargeras."
Medivh sighed and said:
"If we don't seize great power, how can we repay these grievances? We can't pin everything on Mr. Diakum.
The burden on his shoulders is heavy enough.
You and I are not the kind of souls that are so weak that we cannot even complete "revenge" ourselves, right?"
"Very good, I appreciate you more and more, so I will share with you some of the information I got. It just so happens that I got some valuable information before. I confirmed that I may be able to find some clues in Zereth Mortis, and I also need a helper."
While Azshara and her "Magic Prince" were discussing some very dangerous things, Diakum suddenly received a strange message.
"Sorry, wait a moment, I will reply to the message."
Diakum said something to the big guy the Jailer next to him.
Zovaal nodded politely, and then continued to wander around.
Vigilant yelled at the guy who kept plucking his "string of consciousness":
"I didn't give you my "contact information" just to let you harass me, Bwonsamdi, you'd better be in trouble!"
"Old Bwonsamdi, how dare you tease me? Look at what you said."
Trolls The God of Death immediately replied:
"I'm here at Material World. Zandalari is in a complete mess. I just intercepted some of the souls of Trolls's war dead and let them return to the battlefield to resist those crazy elite demons.
Golden King even went into battle in person and was injured. The old guy was wounded by Greater Demon's poison blade and died soon after.
But more importantly, just now, news came back from Suramar, which you asked me to focus on, and there seems to be trouble in that city."
"Huh?"
Diakum narrowed his eyes and said:
"Keep your eyes there and report any news immediately."
"I'm busy right now. All the Trolls clans in the whole world are suffering huge casualties. As the god of death of the race, I can't turn a blind eye. This is old Bwonsamdi's job."
Bwonsamdi replied:
"But don't worry, boss, I have sent the most powerful "spies" to sneak in. There is absolutely nothing wrong."
"What are you talking about? Why don't you let me come here to be cannon fodder? Look at this place where Undead is a devil and Titan Artifact. Is it the place for me, a weak Loa, to come?"
Any powerful guy on this battlefield can strangle me to death!"
Old Gani is walking in the dark alleys of Suramar City's streets cursing.
Garbage Man God walking along the wall has become an "instinct". Although it itself does not have much adaptability to "shadows", perhaps because he picked up a lot of garbage, this guy has developed a very powerful Stealth Kung Fu.
And due to its sensitivity to garbage, it can often find things that ordinary eyes cannot see.
This is also the reason why Bwonsamdi coerced and lured Old Gani to come to the war front and become a "war reporter".
Of course, the more important reason is that now Zandalari Island has encountered a surprise attack by three elite demon war gangs. Almost all Loa have gone into battle to kill the enemy. Only Old Gani, a guy with little combat power, can't help at all.
Therefore, after asking his beggar followers to help treat the injured, Old Gani, under the instructions of Bwonsamdi, bravely came to the city of elves, in this way, to contribute to the Zandalar Empire, who had been supporting them for a long time.
After the results arrived, it discovered that this ghost place was worse than Zandalari Island.
There are just demons over there.
But there's more than just demons here!
"So, what shameless person actually brought the plague to the city?"
Old Gani sniffs left and right in the shadows.
It keenly discovered that there are some dangerous things in this chaotic Suramar City under the threat of war, which is very similar to the strange smell caused by Magic Plague all over the world a few years ago, but isn't Polluter already dead?
It stands to reason that after Dispersion, the source of Magic Plague, that kind of terrifying power should have died out.
However, considering that Polluter is Great Demon Lord of the Burning Legion, maybe besides it, there are other Greater Demons in the demon Burning Legion who have this kind of power.
With such doubts, Old Gani shook his body on the spot, and in an instant threw out dozens of "Phantom Raptor" as his eyes, and went to Suramar along the city's sewers to explore the source of the plague.
It actually doesn't know what Bwonsamdi is sending it here to do, but Bwonsamdi is now shaking. It has reached the limit of demigod. It boasts that in a while, it will be promoted to Lesser God.
He also promised that as long as Old Gani worked hard, he would take Old Gani as his "god".
Old Gani doesn't believe Bwonsamdi's fart at all. It's a shame that guy can fulfill his promise. The problem is that Bwonsamdi may not fulfill his promise, but if he doesn't help, he will definitely hold a grudge.
Being targeted by such a guy, Old Gani, a weakling like Loa who "keeps to himself", is simply uneasy.
While cursing Bwonsamdi for being a bastard, it jumped and ran in the shadows. Soon, Old Gani arrived near the harbor of Suramar City.
The Magic Plague here has a stronger smell.
Old Gani, which was very uneasy and waving its tail like a whip, heard crying, which made it blink its eyes, and then followed the source of the crying to a residence near the sewer.
It looked inside and saw a Nightborne elf child lying there covering his face and crying.
Next to her is an old, broken mirror.
What's going on?
Old Gani tilted his head in confusion and quietly approached the crying Nightborne. When the other party raised his head, Old Gani was startled.
This Loa took several steps back in the shadow, and then contacted Bwonsamdi like crazy.
"Hey! Are you there? Something happened to Suramar! Quick, send someone over here!"
"Why are you so anxious! Dark Prophet Zul has already passed there with Golden Fleet, but Helya's Ghost Fleet is blocked in the open sea and cannot get close. Just tell me what you found."
"Elf. No, Trolls, not Magic Plague! Magic Plague, you know, right? It's the Magic Plague that disrupted the world before!"
Old Gani roared without hesitation:
"Undead threw a lot of Magic Plague into the city. These Nightbornes are too weak! Some elves have begun to transform, and Suramar will become the "city of Trolls". The elves will go crazy, and this city cannot be defended!
They want to turn Azshara into "Dead Trolls"!
Tell Zul to come over quickly! If it's too late, you won't be able to control it."
"What the fuck?!"