Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The Masters 100 ended later than expected.

Because the very stylish Lord Black was unwilling to bully these warriors, he took some time to relive the feeling of fighting with pure skills.

He did not use his godhead.

But it turns out that after a creature has completed the ascension ceremony and completed self-transcendence from the existential level, even using only the most ordinary combat skills is definitely not something that the warriors of Maldraxxus can resist.

Not to mention anything else, the reaction speed alone is enough to defeat these various forms of gladiatorial champions.

Before they attacked, Black's over-developed brain even calculated the angle and route of their weapons' slashing. With a knife slashing in front of him, the evil god instantly burst out seventeen or eight ways to deal with it, and he was able to choose the most perfect one. Which kind.

There's no way to fight this.

In addition, the twin blades of sorrow in his hands are truly magical weapons.

After being strengthened by the weapon master, it already has law-level sharpness and armor-breaking. No matter how thick the armor the enemy in front of is wearing, it can only be divided into pieces with one knife.

After drinking the eternal blood of the Winter Queen, the Twin Blades of Sorrow acquired the evil power of draining life, causing the warriors stabbed by them to weaken and fall to the ground in an instant.

If Black hadn't wanted to take away these souls, this battle would have ended faster.

The only threat to him was the death magic of several Lich Warriors, but it was only a slight threat. After all, pirates could even see the mana lines when they cast spells with their naked eyes.

To put it bluntly, those lich pirates knew exactly what they were going to do.

This is not a competition at the same level at all. It is as outrageous as an eighteenth-stage transformed Super Saiyan running to participate in the world's best martial arts tournament.

"It's such an honor."

When Blake left the arena filled with corpses and broken arms with an unfinished expression on his face, General Draven, who had watched the whole process of this unique battle competition, couldn't help but praise:

"You are just like the God of War coming to the world. I have never seen such deadly and elegant fighting skills. I was very proud of defeating twelve gladiator masters back then.

But compared with your great achievements today, I am just a toad in the mud sitting in a well and looking at the sky. "

"Huh? Such an honor? Have you received the solar battle axe?"

Black looked at General Draven who was praising him. He curled his lips and waved his hands with a lonely sigh expression of a master and said:

"I am an evil god who fought against Lord Sargeras and survived. Shouldn't it be easy to kill a hundred gladiator champions?

This is nothing to praise, nor should you be surprised by it.

But I did find some interesting things. Just during the pastime, I realized a problem that I had never discovered before. "

The evil god stopped and looked at the blood-soaked and strangely colored ground beneath his feet. He took out his pipe and blew out a smoke ring, and said to General Draven:

"I suddenly realized that Maldraxxus is different from other dead realms. This land is alive."

"Um?"

General Shi Yi was startled by these words.

It subconsciously looked around, blinked and said:

"What do you mean?"

"What it means on the surface is that this country has its own consciousness, and it is consciously changing its form of existence according to the needs of the life in Maldraxxus."

Blake stepped on the ground beneath his feet, as if stepping on some living creature to let the drying blood seep out of the soil. The evil god looked at the barren and dilapidated land around him and the mountains and rivers in the distance. He said:

“This kingdom is a realm of conflict, and the five mysteries of Maldraxxus’ war system represent the five forms of power on this land.

This is a civilization system shaped by the military leader's interpretation and understanding of war.

It's savage, primitive yet indestructible.

Even after the war leader disappeared and the five secret academies fought openly and secretly, the land never stopped growing on its own. It was like a living creature, drawing strength from every fight, allowing Maldraxxus to change. The whole of China will always remain at a level where it can launch a devastating war at any time. "

Lord Evil God paused and said with emotion:

"No wonder the War Master can leave Maldraxxus without any burden, and does not have to stay in his own domain like the Eternals in other countries.

He spent countless epochs formulating the rules for the growth of this land. Even if no more war lords were born here, this country would always prosper in the struggle.

That bad old man has some skills. I really underestimated him. "

As he spoke, the evil god raised his head as if feeling something, and looked into the distance with General Draven beside him.

Amid the surprised croaks of the little murlocs beside him, a huge floating city was appearing from the distant sky. It had a diamond-shaped box-like appearance. The bottom of the inverted triangular city base was inlaid with dark green psychic stones, which could reach the ground. Pour out destructive death energy, or use it to command tens of thousands of undead structures to rush into the battlefield.

This floating city is huge in size and is layered up and down. The front of the upper part is inlaid with a huge skull decoration, which adds enough deterrence to this gloomy city and marks its identity.

The barbed edges made of special bones at the four corners of the city are surrounded by heavily armed construct guards.

In Blake's keen gaze, he saw those distinctive structures and their suture masters patrolling back and forth, and in the war animal pens below the city, there was also a group of psychic rocs that were sutured together with them. The knights are waiting to take off to meet the enemy.

This thing that is very rare in other countries is full of Maldraxxus' unique cruelty, gloom and extreme boast of power, and it did not appear by chance. When Blake saw it, it seemed to have discovered the evil god and his The servants then slightly adjusted their direction and flew towards the direction of the Theater of Death at an extremely fast speed that was not suitable for the huge size of this thing.

"That's the floating city of the five secret courtyards!"

General Draven flapped his wings and prepared to take off. He said to Black:

"It is a war weapon that brings together all the deadly powers of Maldraxxus. It is said that each secret house has its own war fortress. The one in front of us should belong to."

"The Secret Academy of Creation, just look at the different forms of abominations and structures it carries."

Blake also admired the floating city getting closer and closer in the distance. He stretched out his hand to stop General Draven from flying into the sky for reconnaissance, and said:

"After the disappearance of the soldier master, the five secret academies fought openly and secretly with each other. Although the psychic marquises also have direct descendants who are loyal to the soldier master, not everyone can restrain their ambitions.

They are preparing for each other's war to conquer other secret courtyards. There are definitely more than five floating cities like this.

I guess more war fortresses have been made and hidden in the arsenals of the five secret courtyards, just waiting to be pulled out for a decisive battle with the enemies when the war starts.

As expected of Maldraxxus, the painting style is very strange.

While other countries were still confused because of a little heart, this group of tough men had already begun planning to unify the country and elect a new military leader by force.

It's a waste to keep such useful knife handles in Shadow Kingdom. They should shine on more advanced battlefields. "

"You seem to know a lot about Maldraxxus?"

General Draven looked at Black in surprise and said:

"I feel that you know the entire Shadow Kingdom very well, and you even know many secrets that even the locals have never heard of. Is this the realm of being a god?

The secrets appear to be completely hidden from you. "

"No, this has nothing to do with whether I am a god or not. I collect information about this foreign world through other methods. It is difficult for me to explain this to you.

Of course, you don’t have to be too curious. Please think of this as a little hobby of gods who like to play tricks.

Look, the floating city is welcoming us. "

Lord Evil God said in a pleasant tone.

A few seconds later, a huge shadow was cast from the city in the sky to the ground, shrouding Black and his minions in it.

The light of teleportation shone beneath the suspended floating city above the head. As the little fish man grabbed his own elemental dung and pretended to be a loyal guard beside Blake, several of them wore necromancer robes. The guy teleported from the floating city to the ground.

They were dressed in the style of this land, with green and black robes, and beak masks on their faces like a plague doctor. They wore no shoes, revealing bony toes and bandages wrapped around them. Hand bones, to prove that those under this robe are real psychics who have lost their weak flesh and blood.

Along with them, several ferocious and heavily armed structures were teleported down.

It was not an ordinary abomination, it was completely different from the flesh-and-blood structures that Kel'Thuzad had stitched together in the Necrosect of Narthalas College.

The abomination of Maldraxxus is obviously much more advanced.

Not only do they have more powerful combat bodies composed of different corpses, they also have their own unique decorations.

Some abominations have six white bone limbs embedded in their backs, resembling a large spider that walks upright. Some transform their hands into more destructive warhammers and giant axes, and some put a hammer on their head. A bone crown or a brightly colored war banner strapped to the shoulder.

They obviously have their own intelligence compared to the stupid abominations in Azeroth, and their intelligence is not low.

Lord Evil God looked at the huge structure in front of him with strange eyes and was discussing with the stitcher next to him about the most popular clothing styles in the Shadow Kingdom recently. It seemed that it was going to ask its stitcher to get a set of fashionable decorations for itself.

Well, even in the entire Shadow Kingdom, it is estimated that only the Academy of Creation, which is good at making structures, can make such a characterful hate warrior.

As Blake watched with his pipe in his mouth, several psychic suture masters in front of him stepped forward. The leader looked him up and down, as if confirming some of the external characteristics of Lord Evil God.

The eyes under the beak mask were shining with a cold and uncomfortable light. It was not like looking at a living person, but like looking at a corpse, and still thinking about the parts on the corpse. What you can use yourself.

"You are Black?"

The psychic asked in a voice like stones being rubbed:

"Black Shaw? A legendary pirate from Azeroth. It is said that he is also a god? But you don't look like a god. You are a little too... too low-key."

"If you want to see me being high-profile, I wouldn't mind knocking your floating city down with one finger, but I guess that would be rude behavior anywhere."

The pirate blew out a smoke ring and said casually:

"Did your master send you to invite me? Or did you provoke me?"

"You should be more polite!"

The psychic suturer snorted and said to Black without any respect:

"The ruthless slaughterer, the golden-haired queen of creation, the Lord of the Chamber of Maldraxxus, the destroyer of Gamal, the hated commander of millions, the beautiful and powerful Marquise Fenna Golden Sword Proudmoore is here Our floating city is waiting for your arrival, Lord Black.

I heard you are her brother?

That's great, then we will be gentler when you recycle your body after your death. "

"Ha, I knew it."

The pirate said with a "Sure enough" smile.

He knew that Fenna would not let him down. In a land like Maldraxxus that begged for battle and competition, Fenna was the well-deserved chosen one.

However, the evil god was still a little confused. Before following the psychic into the floating city, he asked curiously:

"As far as I know, to become the commander of the Secret Academy of Creation, you must at least have a perfect understanding of psychic creation and structure suturing, right? Apart from anything else, you must at least have your own knowledge in the field of creating structures. Only by having opinions and ideas can you convince the public.

It’s not that I despise Fenner’s knowledge.

But it’s probably impossible for her character to suddenly become a master of creation in a short period of time. How could you obey such a, well, lacking guy? "

"Is there something lacking? Ah, you want to say 'ignorant and incompetent', right?"

The gloomy psychic suturer was also a talent. He led the way and glanced at Blake again, shook his head and said:

“The Academy of Creation advocates fantastic ideas, and we are willing to accept any changes that can make us stronger or bring more progress to psychic creation.

It is true that Marquis Fenner knows nothing about creation and structure knowledge. She lacks understanding and necessary respect for these valuable knowledge, but this is not a big deal.

She is generous enough.

After beheading Marquis Gamal, who was arrogant, stupid, eager for dictatorship, and arrogantly wanted to replace his master's dominance over Maldraxxus, he used Gamal's shockingly perfect structural body as an experiment. The material was distributed among all the stitching masters.

This is enough for the masters to be grateful to her.

She is also generous enough.

In order to become the commander-in-chief of the Academy of Creation, Ms. Fenner graciously signed an agreement with us. When she unfortunately dies one day, her powerful and perfect body will become the treasure of the Academy of Creation.

She allowed us to use her body as experimental material."

Having said this, the psychic suturer paused, glanced at Blake, and whispered:

“The most important thing is that she is strong enough.

The reason why we agreed to her taking over as the master of the Academy of Creation is because no one can beat her.

That terrible woman chopped up five hundred of our most powerful construct warriors and our former Marquis in one night. When she sat in the dawn light on the broken arm of the once mighty Marquis Gamal, As we drank heavily, we knew that the most powerful ruler in the history of the Creation Academy had appeared.

Maldraxxus respects power, and Fenna Golden Sword has enough power, so we respect her, we worship her, and we follow her.

There may have been some voices of dissatisfaction before, but after Marquis Fenner led our army of constructs to overwhelmingly snatch back our soul cellar that was occupied by the Ritual Secret Academy, he also miraculously fought with the Soul Selection Secrets who were attacking everywhere like mad dogs. After the alliance agreement was reached, no one doubted her outstanding leadership.

Do you have any other questions? "

"there is none left."

Blake glanced at the floating city above his head, shook his head and said:

"Ah, warriors do have their own paradise. It's here, and even brainless guys can thrive here. What else can I say?

Let's go and see Marquis Fenner. I still have a lot to say to her. "