Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1936 64. The Ritual Academy is a sanctuary of liches that has been orthodox for countless epochs, so their liches should be very strong, right?

The chaos of the night has returned to calm in the early hours of the morning.

The three floating cities of the Academy of Sharp Eyes are still connected with the floating cities of the Academy of Creation in three directions by chains of imprisonment, but the assassins of Sharp Eyes have all withdrawn from the battlefield under the order of the Marquis of Aka Laike and returned to their respective locations. in the floating city.

The sharp-eyed assassins are super capable of executing tasks and instructions. They never ask too many secrets that shouldn't be asked, but they also have their own thinking and curiosity about such a bizarre thing tonight.

When the first light of Maldraxxus appeared in the early morning, gossip appeared in the floating city of the Eye of the Secret Academy, saying that the Marquis had reached an According to the alliance agreement, the three secret courts will organize together and work hard to end the chaos in Maldraxxus.

It was also said that the Marquis had seen the command of the military master and chose to obey the military master's order.

Although there is no evidence to prove the rationality of these rumors, the assassins guessed the truth by mistake. The fact is that after half a night of secret talks, the conflict between the three secret courts has been finally resolved .

The Marquis of Aka Laike resigned as the leader of the Eye of the Eye, and passed the title of Marquis to Kargath Blade Fist, and Ms. Dellaka entered the Academy of Soul Selection and became the Baron of Soul Selection to assist Lao Hou to dominate the country.

As for the queen of creation, Fenna Jinjian.

The ruler of great character didn't even bother to bother with these frivolous negotiations.

Before dawn, she and her younger brother, that is, the foreign evil god holding the soldier's token in his hand, sneaked out of the floating city of creation. No one knew what they were doing.

Maybe a tryst?

Well, of course the truth is far from being so glamorous.

Fenner and Bu Laike just ran all the way to the gladiator camp outside the Theater of Sorrow, and successfully found the group of wandering spirit brokers who possessed wonderful technology under the leadership of Moon Night God of War and girl nerubian assassin Ka Laike.

"It is almost impossible to open a rift leading to a specific material world!"

In the camp full of science and technology, a broker sitting leisurely on a chair spread his hands and said to a man and a woman in front of him:

"Technically speaking, this cannot be done, because we cannot locate the exact phase of the material world in the kingdom of death, and the physical mapping of the two worlds is completely different.

Well, this lady seems to be a warrior, so I won't torture your mind with these technical terms.

Let me put it more simply!

The laws of physics in the Shadowlands and the physical world are different!

This alone is enough to disable all the means of teleportation you know, and the wonderful technology we have can only open random rifts to other realms.

So, to sum up, I can't do what you ask at all. "

"There is nothing impossible for Ji Ling."

Bu Laike glanced at the broker in front of him, and he said:

"I also have a friend who is a broker, and she still has a little relationship with you. I think it is impossible for the Le Financial Group, which can send people to bite the abyss and bring back their own people, to solve even a little bit of teleportation trouble.

Besides, those friends of mine are not alive!

They are all liches.

They are all dead, and they are the souls that should have come to Maldraxxus. This is not to make you do bad things, and you don’t need to take risks. It’s just to take them ‘home’. "

"That's not 'a little trouble,' my dear friend."

The broker shook his head stubbornly and said:

"I'm not taking any chances.

That will destroy our only phase shifting transmitter. It is a precious thing that no money can buy, and it is the lifeblood of our Le Consortium! "

"Ah, I see, so all risks can be attributed to the issue of 'money'."

The crumb pirate grinned, kicked the little murloc under his feet, and said to the broker:

"You should have said it earlier."

"Gah!"

Some little murlocs who were not awake rubbed their eyes, and threw out a large bag of good things picked up from Maw Abyss from their backpacks. The dim arc light immediately attracted the attention of the spirit broker.

The ectoplasmic fire in the latter's head flickered, and he re-explained to Bo Laike with a rather difficult mood:

"No! It's not about money.

I admit that your magnanimity makes me very excited, but I really can't take the risk, that machine is the common property of all my friends, you understand?

I can't be so selfish and use it for my own gain. "

"Oh my god, there is a spirit broker standing in front of me!"

Bu Laike exclaimed in a pretentious manner, gestured to the murloc again, and said:

"Why are you still standing there? Don't let the friends of my broker friend feel that their investment has been wasted. Everyone should take a share of the transaction."

"quack quack"

The murloc understood, and kept throwing all kinds of small bags at the spirit broker's feet.

All kinds of spiritual pockets from the Blazing Wilderness, the sculptures made of natural wood and the sacrificial objects of the Loamen, the luxurious palace treasures from Revendreth, and the exquisite artworks of the Venthyrs make the surrounding Brokers all gathered together.

In particular, among those treasures, an oil painting that recorded the majestic posture of Emperor Denathrius was even more hotly discussed by the brokers in private. They were evaluating how much money they could get in exchange for sending this thing to the bank of the Tower Consortium.

"It's really not about the money"

The tone of the broker's refusal became weaker and weaker.

Its body and ectoplasmic flames began to tremble, but Bu Laike was not taken advantage of, and when the little murloc was about to throw more things, Bu Laike stopped him with his eyes.

He picked up his pipe, opened his arms and said to the wandering spirits around him:

"Everyone, Mr. Le told me that the teleporter is your shared property, and everyone has certain ownership rights to that machine.

I sympathize with everyone's difficulties, so I decided to distribute the property equally to every agent present to ensure everyone's interests. As long as Mr. Le nods, the money will be yours.

But if Mr. Le still refuses this good deal, you will get nothing but my disgust and hostility.

I have always been a reasonable person.

But I'm also very good at the art of being unreasonable. "

The evil god winked at Fenner, who was already impatient beside her.

The Queen of Creation sneered, and she, who had long been used to putting on a red face, pulled out the Titan Killer and stabbed it at the ground. The blue anger was transmitted along the blade to the ground and burst into an arc of light like a dedication of holy light, causing the spirit brokers around to flash in horror. open.

"Sell them, huh! We make some money, and the machine can be rebuilt."

In the next moment, there was a shout from the crowd, and then many people agreed, and the voice of persuasion gradually became louder, which also made the psychic flame on the head of the master broker shine more and more quickly.

After more than ten seconds of silence, it suddenly got up and gestured to Bo Laike with an obscene gesture unique to spirit brokers.

it yells:

"The machine will definitely break! I can guarantee that what you are going to do has exceeded the upper limit that our teleporter can withstand. You are sending your friends to death.

But I don't care about your quirks of the goddamn rich.

That machine is yours.

But if it breaks you'll pay double! "

"That's right."

The crumb pirate laughed, and without wasting any time, he was led by the cursing broker to their magical instrument.

That thing looks like an array of several irregular energy coils gathered together. Anyway, Yibu Laike's poor engineering level can't understand how this thing works.

However, under the operation of the broker, the power of anima was poured into the array and quickly formed a regular energy resonance. After Laike took the initiative to take out his own seal of black clothes as the reference coordinate for phase transformation, together The rift that briefly connected Maldraxxus to the physical world was opened.

It was like a black crack running through reality, and then opened into a crack in the difficult energy vibration.

Brokers were already yelling at them to speed up, and Bo Laike, being a bold bastard, stuck his head into the crack and shouted at the few liches waiting to teleport down the Well of Fate on the other side:

"Hey! It's too late to explain! Get in the car!"

His joyful shout immediately caught the attention of Dean Lanyue. When she looked up, she saw a very unusual black rift quietly appearing in the phase transition. In the movie, I saw the galloping of thousands of troops and the frightening scene of the destruction of the floating city battle.

"My soul is being called, and it's in the other world."

Old Merry leaned on the staff of Atiesh and shouted:

"On the opposite side is Maldraxxus. I have seen its appearance in a dream. It is a wasteland of war that is barren but full of disputes. It is the birthplace of the orthodox lich and the source of the power of death."

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go!"

The black crow lich Elisande pushed back with a cold face, allowing old Merri to cross the black chasm first, and then all the people entered in a single file.

Almost at the moment when the last person crossed the gap, the energy array that the spirit brokers tried their best to maintain was torn apart amidst the explosion.

Braike only had time to hear a scream from a strange guy who passed through the crack at the end, and several liches were blown into the sky in the energy explosion, and by the way, several unlucky spirit brokers who couldn't dodge were involved The blazing flames disappeared in an instant, leaving only a scorching crater after the energy conflict in place subsided.

The former brokerage businessman stood by the side of the pit like a mournful concubine, hopping and cursing:

"Look! Look! I've said it! That's what happens when you don't obey the rules."

"Shut up!"

Bu Laike was anxious to see his lich friends, how could he have time to quarrel with a broker?

He grabbed a bag of treasures and threw it on the broker, casually saying:

"This is a pension for those unlucky ones. I will discuss the rest with my financial officer! Her name is Wei Nali, and she should be promoted to the fortress now."

"Way Nally?"

The angry agent immediately calmed down, and cast a suspicious glance at Braike who was leaving in a hurry, wondering if he should send this news to the Wei Consortium.

While thinking, he squatted down and collected all the treasures on the ground, and put them into his pockets.

pension?

What pension?

Ha, didn't expect that?

There is no pension in the contracts of the wandering brokers recruited here by the Le Foundation! It only needs to pay the family members of those unlucky ones the equivalent of three years' salary to even out the matter.

The Le consortium made a lot of money from this deal.

If the news about the "defector" Wei Nali is included, this is double or even triple the profit.

"Dean, are you all right?"

Braike took Fenner and the little murlocs to the place where the liches who were blown up during the explosion before were blown away. By the impact crater on the ground, the invited liches were fine. .

Even the kitten in Kel'Thuzad's arms was safe. It was lying on its owner's head, looking left and right at this dead and desolate warring country.

When Dean Lanyue saw Bu Laike and Fenner running over, he immediately showed a gentle smile, showing his manner as a scholar and mentor, but when he got close to the pirate, he used the power of death to wring Bu Laike's waist.

Is this how you bastard treats your soul mate? Do you want me to die in a teleportation accident, so that I can inherit the legacy of the Lanyue family with a heavy heart?

Bu Laike dared to swear to God that he never had such rebellious thoughts.

But before he could explain, Fenna, who came with him, exclaimed, jumped into the sinking pit and pulled twice, dragging a disheveled guy out of the pit.

That's a blue draenei

Well, a headless corpse, still wearing the gorgeous dark robes of the master warlock, when Fenner dragged it out of the impact crater, the guy's headless body was still reaching out and groping around, trying to find his head.

"Fool, left! Go to the left! Yes, it's here, reach out! Dig down, I'm right below! Buried under the bunker."

A loud, familiar and lunatic voice sounded from under the impact crater, making Bu Laike scratch his head and look at Dean Lanyue again.

As the captain, Ms. Lanyue also covered her face and didn't bother to explain why their group of ruthless liches would bring such a funny comparison to the kingdom of death.

This matter is very complicated, and I can't explain it in a sentence or two.

Under the speechless gaze of the scrap pirates, the headless blue draenei body finally dug out its head from the impact pit of the fall after a few minutes of pulling, and put the burning skull inlaid with gorgeous jewels With a click, it was buckled on his spine, and he held his palate with both hands and turned around several degrees before adjusting the burning head to a suitable position.

"Yo, Boo Laike! Wouldn't it be nice to see an old friend?"

While waving his hands and greeting Bu Laike warmly, the old man Sakir looked at the desolate scenery of Maldraxxus with his burning eyes, and said:

"Although I knew this place was a ghost, I never expected that people would come to such a country after death. Well, this is probably the legendary hell, right?"

"No, your understanding of hell is too shallow."

Bu Laike took a step forward, pinched Sakir's spine and shouted:

"Only a pure and beautiful soul like Dean Lanyue who devotes himself to studying the truth of magic can come to Maldraxxus. You, a bastard lunatic warlock who sleeps with his own students, are only worthy of going to Maw to beware of sows!

You bastard!

Didn't you say that only the Liches are allowed to come over?

You, a master fel sorcerer and reaper, came here to join in the fun! "

"Huh? Look at my skull head, then at my immortal evil soul, and finally at my outstanding spellcasting skills!"

Grandpa Saqier pointed to his head and said:

"Is there anything I don't look like a lich? You can't slander me just because we have a good relationship. I think I'm a lich, um, an abnormal kind of extra lich."

"The lich uses the power of death, how about you?"

Fenner also quietly helped.

Although she is a warrior, she still knows the difference between a warlock and a lich.

"Don't you just think of me as the first lich who used fel power in history? What a big deal!"

Sakir triumphantly declared with his arms akimbo, making the pirates completely despair.

He knew very well that there was no way to reason with a lunatic.

Looking at Dean Lanyue's bad expressions, they must have talked with Sakir about this issue for a long time but they still couldn't convince him, so they could only bring this trouble to Bu Laike.

"Forget it, you say yes."

Pirates also lay down.

He no longer entangled with these, and said to the liches and extra liches in front of him:

"I'll take you to the Secret Academy of Rituals now. Their assessment will start tonight, and your identities are wandering liches invited by the Academy of Soul Selection from other countries to participate in this time on behalf of the Academy of Soul Selection." Lich assessment.

This is equivalent to foreign students taking the test in the best local school and making a fuss. You have to be prepared, do you understand the trouble?

Don't be afraid of causing trouble, the three secret courts are already dispatching troops. "

Bu Laike waved his hand, and said something to the lich masters of Azeroth with a fierce look on his face. Dean Lanyue nodded. She pushed her crystal glasses and said with great interest:

"The Ritual House of Maldraxxus is the birthplace of the Lich inheritance of the Material Stars. This is the holy land of death magic. The most orthodox Liches study the knowledge of the eternal truth leading to death.

They will definitely bring us more understanding on the path of truth, well, I am looking forward to this academic visit even more. "

"Uh"

Lord Cthulhu's expression changed slightly, he pursed his lips, moved to the side of the dean, and reminded in a low voice:

"You know that another meaning of 'orthodox' is 'conservative', right? As far as I know, the Lich system of the Ritual Academy has not been updated for a long time.

Therefore, I think it is better for you to lower your expectations for this "Holy Land Tour".

My Dean, the less you look forward to, the less you will be disappointed. "

(end of this chapter)