Shadow Trails in Azeroth

What should be in a floating city designed and built by psychics?

A lot of weird undead? Are there traps everywhere? Broken limbs piled together haphazardly? The continual suffering of wailing souls to provide the necessary accompaniment to the city? There were also some torture instruments stained with blood.

And all of this must be placed in an environment that is dark, cold, and scary enough for children.

But in fact, in the Maldraxxus-style war fortress floating city, none of the above exists.

Only false floating cities meant to scare people would have such messy things. For the suture masters of the Creation Academy, they would always keep their laboratories tidy.

You also need to open bright windows in the laboratory to ensure the light source of the laboratory, so that you will not sew your hands in the wrong position when suturing, nor will you put the heart of the construct in the wrong place due to old eyesight. of the chest.

The stumps and broken arms that need to be used are called "raw materials."

There are dedicated apprentices who look after them and accurately deliver materials with different functions to the suture laboratory in advance when the instructors need them.

As for the wailing souls, they will not be randomly discarded in the corner of the floating city. Those things will be "stocked" in the soul cellar to keep them alive and wait for their rebirth in the structure.

Even if the test platform is accidentally covered with blood and minced meat while sewing up the abomination, after the suturing is completed, the place will be cleaned as quickly as possible to avoid affecting the success rate of the next suture test.

The long-established Academy of Creation has long passed the stage of barbaric development, and they have summarized their own set of experimental procedures and laboratory management methods.

It is difficult for those suturers with a sloppy style to go very far on this road.

Besides, the large number of suture master apprentices also have to find something to do for themselves, lest their instructors see them fishing and then be designated as "material" for the next suture test.

In short, Blake's eyes were opened after entering the floating city in the Secret Academy of Creation.

Along the way, he visited several laboratories where constructs were being stitched together, and he felt from the bottom of his heart that all the disciples of the Theosophical School of Nathalas College should come here for internships.

What is professionalism?

Look how ritualistic they are when stitching the structure. Not only will they ask the souls who will be used as the core of the structure in advance what special functions they want, but they will even provide personalized services in terms of appearance selection.

Tsk tsk, if he hadn't known that it would be difficult for him to die, Blake would have had the intention to sign an agreement with the Academy of Creation on the spot to ensure that after his death, he could receive structural resurrection services in the best laboratory here.

He even thought about the shape of the structure he would use to resurrect himself. It must be powerful, handsome, and handsome enough. It should have six hands, four legs, and three heads.

There are three more.

Uh, okay, no more kidding.

Lord Evil God grinned, and showed a serious expression under the strange gaze of the suture master next to him. If he thought about it further, he would not be able to pass the trial.

"Is she here?"

The pirate looked around at the sewing masters walking around, and said to the guy next to him:

"What is she trying to do by gathering so many smart people? Why do I feel like my sister is thinking about and pushing forward a plan that is terrifying to think about?"

"Indeed, Lord Black."

The suture master explained while leading the way:

"The Queen of Creation is planning her own great conquest. She saw the current chaos in Maldraxxus and was very dissatisfied with this strife. She declared that the eternal warriors born in this great place should not point their weapons at each other. In order to Some insignificant leftovers consume your precious time.

She has reached some kind of secret agreement with the Soul Chosen Chamber. Perhaps soon, the two major chambers will join forces to attack the other three chambers and promote a new order of power on the land of Maldraxxus.

It has to be said that the Queen of Creation's plan is very in line with the appetite of the elite constructors of the Creation Secret Academy.

The less intelligent fellows have been persuaded by the Queen and have rallied around her, which has put us normally sensible stitching masters in a very awkward position.

It’s not that we are unwilling to fight this war, we just think that even a war should have a reasonable plan. "

"Your idea is correct, and we do need a plan, but I doubt you can convince my Fenna that the world in her eyes is extremely simple and black and white, and it will be difficult to change the things she believes in.

Talking to her requires skill, and convincing her requires high-end dark wisdom. "

Blake shook his head and reached out to push open the door of the command hall where the Queen of Creation was. He glanced at the suture master beside him, gave a thumbs up and showed a confident smile with eight white teeth.

explain:

“Anyway, leave it to me, I will convince Fenna to give up her stupid and unrealistic idea.

There really is no pattern at all. He has become the Lord of the Secret Courtyard, and his eyes are still only focused on Maldraxxus. This is so inappropriate. "

"Well"

The suture master who sent Blake over felt that there was something wrong with what the evil god said, but before he could stop the persuasion, he saw the pirate pushing the door open and walking into the command hall. Then Marquis Fenner, who had always been ruthless, screamed in surprise, and then men and women hugged each other. and the sound of kissing rang out from it.

"?"

The suture master's eyes widened.

If his memory or ears were correct, Lord Evil God just said that Marquis Fenner was his sister, right? Have the lives of the distinguished people in this material world deteriorated to this point?

Tsk tsk, for the sake of your own life and the unfinished suture experiment, it's better not to think too much about the details of these issues.

The suture master thought so, and then saw the Queen of Creation driving everyone out of the command hall and slamming the door.

Who knows what the two of them will be doing in there.

Huh! Flesh and blood beings who are controlled by some nasty instincts are really weak. Unlike the undead like them, they will never waste time on such things.

A sense of superiority suddenly rose in Master Suture's heart.

He was able to walk out with his chest raised and his head raised high, but within a few steps he heard his colleagues discussing the disagreements that had been circulating in the Secret Courtyard of Creation for many years.

For example, when making a construct, in addition to paying attention to core strength, should we also prepare a beautiful appearance? Another silly question, such as whether masters of stitching can establish a closer spiritual connection with their constructs than with friends.

This is a complete waste of time!

Master Suture snorted, rolled up his sleeves, and rushed over to start a verbal debate with his stupid compatriots.

He came up with his own powerful and unique perspective.

He believed that the appearance of the construct was as important as its strength. If it were not for the inability to collect the corpses of the Kyrian angels, he would have sewn himself a long-legged construct wife with wings.

This view was instantly appreciated by many sewing masters.

Alas, men are so pathetic, both those who are alive and those who are dead.

On the other side, in Fenner's command hall, the Queen of Creation and her stinky brother who had been separated for a long time also had a heated discussion. On the command platform where she had written her own conquest plan, she used her own strength to fight with Skills and Master Xie Shen discussed who had missed each other more for such a long time.

The discussion between the two was so serious that the elaborate command sand table was messed up. On the unique bone throne of the Queen of Creation, Fenna, who looked lazy, leaned in her brother's arms. She closed her eyes slightly and sighed. explain:

"I'll have to ask those stupid constructs to make a new map of Maldraxxus for me later. It's all your fault! I told you to go to the bedroom."

"You were the one who pounced on me first."

The pirate immediately dismissed the blame, waved his hand and patted the restless Warrior Queen in her arms, and said:

"And this damn plan of yours. Your subordinates told me that you reached a secret agreement with the new Marquis of the Soul Selection Academy? Did that bastard Grom give you face like this? I heard that he cut him down along the way. All the death knights in the Soul Selection Academy became marquises, are your actions in the Creation Academy also a tribute to him?"

"Well"

This question made Fenner roll her eyes. She put her hands around her brother's neck, raised her head like a charming elf cat, and whispered in his ear:

"Actually, the order of this matter should be changed. After playing all the way from the Theater of Sadness, I went to the Academy of Soul Selection first. I felt that it was more in line with my taste.

As a result, as soon as I killed the soul-selected baron named Velaz, I met Laohou who jumped out with an ax and wanted to kill me.

Of course I didn't refuse. I fought with him for a long time. The old guy has been in Maldraxxus longer than me, and he also has some strange powers. In short, I took out Tesharlac. Still lost.

But I only lost one move."

Fenna wrinkled her nose in displeasure. She glanced at her brother who was listening attentively, kissed him on the cheek again, and continued:

"Laohou said that he would give me the identity of Soul Selection Baron and let me work for him. He originally planned to lead the Soul Selection Secret Academy to attack the Creation Secret Academy, but I refused.

Am I the kind of warrior who would be willing to submit to others?

I asked him to help contain the outer structure army of the Creation Secret Courtyard, and then rushed into the floating city.

After killing all the Marquis Gamal and his elite guards in one night, and making a contract with the stitching masters that my body would belong to them after my death, they regarded me as the Queen of Creation. "

"It does seem like something you can do."

Blake leaned on the bone throne, reached out and rubbed Fenner's waist. After a few seconds, he said:

"But Laohou definitely didn't help you for free, right? Did you reach some agreement with him? Is it the agreement you signed on behalf of the Creation Secret Academy and the Soul Selection Secret Academy?

What is the content? "

"Well, this is very complicated. I can't tell you now. I have to leave it in suspense. But Laohou and I are going to meet tonight to talk about some important things.

This is all I can say about the Sharp Eye Academy.

That secret house is very good at sending assassins to lurk in the shadows of other secret houses. Any plot against them will be discovered in advance. Laohou and I have been trying to find ways to keep it secret. "

Fenner explained in a low voice.

While twisting in the pirate's arms like a fish, she grabbed Black's ears with both hands and said:

"You just said that my plan is not perfect. You must have your own ideas, right? Tell me, what are you planning to do in Maldraxxus?

The Mark of the Soldier Master is not here, so I thought you would go directly to the promotion fortress. "

"I want to go there, but if I go there alone, I will probably be blasted out of the golden plain by the anima colossi of the little blue angels."

Blake shook his head. He looked into Fenner's bright eyes, stretched out his hand and flicked the tip of her nose, and said:

"I have to press this matter back. When you and Grom meet, I will talk to you both again. Don't worry, this matter will not only not affect your rule over each other's secret court, but will also make you To become a war hero of Maldraxxus."

"Oh, okay, I believe you."

Fenna didn't ask any questions. Her habit made her obey Black's command. But a few seconds later, Fenna seemed to have remembered something important. She sat up from the pirate's arms and looked up at her long golden hair. Looking down at him with his cloak swaying, he said:

"I want you to do me a favor, brother."

"Well, you say."

Blake closed his eyes slightly and raised his head to look like a gentleman. Fenner grinned and said:

"I would like to ask you to help summon Dean Blue Moon and Old Merry to Maldraxxus. You know, there is a ceremonial secret court in the five great secret courts. It is full of lichs, all witches from the entire material stars. The demons gathered there.

It was a place where knowledge was the most important thing. Lao Hou and I couldn't get involved at all. It was the most difficult place to deal with among the five secret courtyards.

Whether Grom or I want to unify the entire Maldraxxus, we cannot avoid those stubborn lichs, but it is impossible for us to become masters of death magic in a short period of time.

so."

"So you're just thinking of finding foreign aid?"

The Pirate Pirate rolled his eyes and held the elf warrior's slim waist. It seemed that her request was too much and gave him an unusual headache. He thought and said:

"It's a shame that you can think of such a way, but I think Dean Lanyue and Old Meili might not accompany you to mess around. They have a lot of things going on there."

"But sooner or later they're going to be here."

Fenna held her brother's head gently, caressing her, and whispered softly:

"Dean Blue Moon and Old Merry will one day leave the material world under the call of death, and by then they will reach Maldraxxus after crossing the veil of life and death.

They are already lichs, and the Ritual Chamber is their eternal destination.

It’s not a big deal to come in advance and adapt to the environment here. What’s more, they will definitely learn valuable knowledge there.

I think it would be beneficial to both of us.

And that Kel'Thuzad from the Theosophical School? Isn't he the master of constructing structures in Azeroth? And he also completed the Lich's transformation ceremony, so he came too.

I can even give him the identity of the Creation Baron. Anyway, the idiot who was loyal to Gamal has been hacked to death by me, and even his soul has been chopped into pieces.

He can further study in the Creation Secret Academy. I'm serious. If he adapts here, he can even take over the title of Marquis of Creation from me.

I don’t really like it here anyway. "

The elf warrior stretched his body and said to Black:

"You always have to leave here, just like you left Azeroth. I hope to have a cabin of my own on the Nagfar. I will accompany you, brother.

I will accompany you to the end of this journey, but the legends and stories I left behind in Maldraxxus must also have a perfect ending, so."

Fenner leaned down, pinched Blake's forehead hard, and said:

"I'll leave it to you."