Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Then, I hope this contract will bear witness to the indestructible friendship between the Soul Selection Academy and the Withering Academy."

Under the night of Maldraxxus, on the steps of the fortress in front of a huge sculpture surrounded by mountains in the southernmost part of the country, Mari, the Potion Baron of the Withered Chamber and the best pharmacist in Maldraxxus Rice tucked the Soul Chosen Academy contract he had just obtained under his arm, and reiterated the secret alliance they had just established with His Excellency Soul Chosen Baron Caixus, who came in front of him to represent the Soul Chosen Academy.

The tall soul-chosen hunk Caixus is not a character who is good at diplomacy, but he is a very good warrior and commander. He can see the current trend of Maldraxxus.

From the commander's point of view, he has foreseen that at dawn today, Maldraxxus, which has been in chaos since the war master left, will be unified, and the leaders of the five secret schools will truly sit together and fight for the future of this land. Negotiate.

This is obviously a better and more promising future than fighting among each other until everyone finishes playing together. Therefore, Baron Caixus, who was sent by Grom as an envoy, also rarely made a low cry under the full-face horn helmet. laughter.

He stretched out his hand, which was three times larger than the other's, and shook it with the hand of Lord Mariles, the pharmacist who was said to have had a long-term inappropriate relationship with Ms. Stradama, Marquis of Potions.

To be honest, this scene is very symbolic. This is the moment of alliance between the two secret academies. According to common sense, both sides should say something to express their feelings at this meeting.

However, before the pharmacist or Baron Soul Selection could say anything decent, a low and loud noise erupted high in the night sky to the east of both sides.

The two demigods turned to look.

Huo, good guy!

A green floating city was like a meteorite slanting from the sky above the Withered Secret Courtyard into the valley, and in the flames of the big explosions it continued to erupt in the sky, the group of people could still be vaguely seen. The floating city of creation is looming in the clouds filled with poisonous smog.

The expressions of Apothecary Mariles and Soul-Selected Baron Caixus became dull at the same time.

“Isn’t this Secret Academy of Creation your ally?”

The Potion Baron angrily threw away the hand of the powerful giant in front of him, and scolded:

"Why did your allies attack our airspace and capture our floating city? We just signed the contract! You bastards from the Soul Selection Academy!

I didn’t expect that even you reckless warriors would learn such a dirty plot!

It’s really heartbreaking! "

"No, there must be some misunderstanding."

Baron Caixus was also confused.

When he was sent by Laohou to secretly discuss a peaceful alliance with the Withering Secret Academy, he was not told that there was such a raid plan. The act of forming an alliance with others while sneak attacking someone's hometown has always been despised by the martial arts faction of the Soul Selection Secret Academy.

This is neither honorable nor warrior behavior.

The tall giant warrior tried to explain with his poor language skills. He waved his hand to Mariles, who angrily took out a dangerous green medicine jar from his robe:

"That is the floating city of the Creation Academy. Maybe they got the information a little late. Although it is not honorable to talk about other people's flaws behind their backs, I must admit this to my friends in the Soul Selection Academy at this moment.

The new Queen of Creation seems to have a brain problem

Well, this is not what I said, this is what our Soul Chosen Marquis repeatedly emphasized when complaining. I assure you with the honor of my warrior, Apothecary, she is a 'real' warrior."

"Ha! Who do you think your shameful and pathetic lies can deceive?"

Pharmacist Mariles didn't believe such stupid and lame words.

There is absolutely no shortage of capable bastards in Maldraxxus, but wisdom is a scarce resource in this place.

Just as the lichs of the Ritual Chamber have always believed that they have mastered the truth of war, the Wither Chamber, which is mainly composed of alchemist technicians, is also quite stubborn in believing that only the Blighters have the true power of Maldraxxus. wisdom.

Under them, the lichs of the Sacrifice Academy and the suture masters of the Creation Academy were equally intelligent, with just a few more brains than the warriors of the Soul Selection Academy.

But no matter how poor the intelligence of the masters of the Academy of Creation is, they cannot choose a brainless female warrior to be their new marquis.

This is not a beauty pageant!

What a ghost.

Those masters of stitching who transformed their bodies into messy looks have no use for a retarded queen? Do you admire her beautiful figure?

Hey, those bastards are so pissy that they probably even cut off the leather tubes that would only delay their combat effectiveness and replaced them with hidden blades.

"Suffer death!"

The Potion Baron, who felt deeply that he had been betrayed, gave an order, and the potion jar in his hand was smashed towards the group of soul-chosen death knights.

A group of potion apprentices behind him also took out all kinds of colorful strange things and smashed them to the ground. In an instant, more than thirty kinds of deadly plagues broke out on the spot, and nearly a hundred groups of poisonous things broke out on the spot. The ooze monster piapiapia that was cultivated rushed towards the death knights.

Seeing that the situation was beyond control, Baron Caixus gritted his teeth, waved his hand, grabbed the decapitating ax behind his back, and roared:

"Capture them! Don't kill anyone!"

"Ha! You attacked us. I guessed it right! You really have bad intentions! My apprentices! In the name of the Chamber of Decay! In the name of the Marquise Stradama! Poison these death knights. ! Throw them into the potion pool and drown them!"

Potions Master Mariles screamed, howled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, waved his wide sleeves, and shouted:

"Kevin! Kevin! Don't sleep! Come out to work and help dad kill that damn giant. His blood is full of anger and can be used to create more terrifying slime monsters."

In this way, two groups of guys who were supposed to be allies started fighting each other on the war platform below the most sacred seat of the Lord of War in Maldraxxus under the influence of an accident that should not have happened.

Facts have proven that the Soulselection Chamber is the strongest among the five major chambers of Maldraxxus. It was not groundless. Before the apothecaries were wiped out, they only killed most of the death knights under Baron Caixus.

Of course, both parties are undead and will not die so easily. However, if they are infected by the plague carefully developed by the wither pharmacists and have their bodies invaded by the terrifying poisonous ooze monster, even if they survive, they will probably have to wither away in pain for the rest of their lives. With you.

"What's going on? Who the hell can tell me what's going on? Why are they fighting again if they're not forming an alliance?"

A few hours later, as the floating city of the Soul Selection Academy slowly fell from the darkest sky before dawn in front of the War Lord's Seat, Grom Hellscream in military uniform strode out of the teleportation room carrying the Death Gore Roar on his back. With the beam of light, he saw at a glance that his soul-chosen Baron was resting on the steps of the Soldier Lord's Seat, weak and embarrassed.

Next to Caixus was a potion master who was tied up like a rice dumpling, and the latter was still shouting the name "Kevin" at the top of his lungs.

"There has been an accident, Marquis."

Caixus weakly said to Laohou:

"It seems that the Creation Academy did not get the news about our secret alliance with the Withering Academy. Their floating city attacked the Withering Academy's floating city and caused casualties.

These pharmacists are a bunch of lunatics, they can't listen to the explanation, and we have a conflict in this sacred place. "

"Um?"

Laohou's cold eyes immediately narrowed, and he asked:

"Did you win the battle?"

"Of course I won."

Caixus nodded.

Only a small number of the death knights under his command also puffed up their chests proudly.

With a size comparable to the opponent's number, he completely annihilated and captured a group of the most elite and deadly potion masters in Maldraxxus, and only lost two-thirds of them. This can be said to be a brilliant victory.

"It's good if you win."

When Laohou heard that his subordinates had won the battle, he laughed happily and patted Kekesus on the shoulder, indicating that he didn't need to worry.

The next moment, the Marquis and Baron of the Soul Chosen raised their heads at the same time, and saw several other floating cities slowly appearing under the high-altitude clouds.

The small floating city of the Sharp Eyes Academy and the psychic fortress of the Sacrifice Academy landed one after another next to the high tower outside the Soldier Lord's Seat. Higher up in the clouds, the largest creation, the floating city, was also slowly moving. Appeared, followed closely by the green and withered floating city.

Under Laohou's calm and expectant gaze, the leaders of the four secret courtyards except him appeared one after another from their respective floating cities.

Marquis Sindani was the first to ascend the stage of military leader.

After all, he was a noble Master. While the other guys were still walking, this powerful witch demon teleported himself and his "new servants" to this sacred place.

"Grom?"

A surprised voice sounded behind Marquis Sindani. Antonidas, the great lich of undead scourge, strode out with the staff of frost. He looked at Grom Hellscream up and down indifferently. The lich from Dalaran said coldly. explain:

"I thought you were going into the Maw, you genocidal butcher!"

"I thought I would end up in the Maw, Antonidas, leader of the cowardly spellcasters, but guess what?"

When Laohou saw his "old friend", he immediately showed the provocative expression that a warrior should have. He clasped his ears with the blood roar of death and said to Antonidas in a disdainful tone:

"The angry power thought that I could still be saved, so it sent me into this war paradise. What? Do you want to have a belated duel with me in front of the soldier's seat?

I would be happy to dedicate your lich head to the soldier master's legacy. "

"snort"

Antonidas snorted coldly and did not respond.

It's not that the old lichs are afraid, it's just that they came to the world of death with a mission. Their duties in the material world have not yet ended, and it is not time to truly belong to Maldraxxus.

"It's so lively!"

Careless shouts rang out from under the stairs of the Soldier Lord's Seat. Under Dean Lan Yue's helpless gaze, Fenna walked up to this sacred place with her arms akimbo and escorted by a group of capable constructs.

Next to her was a Potion Queen wearing a dark green palace dress, a withered crown, and her face covered with black sand.

Just from the cold and noble temperament of this lady, it is not difficult to judge that she must be the legendary Marquise Stradama of Wither.

"Where is your 'rich brother'?"

The Marquise followed Fenner onto the platform with an unhappy look on her face, looked around and whispered to Fenner:

"This is what you promised yourself just now, five times the compensation!"

"Hey, five times is five times. Why are you anxious? My brother is so rich and loves me so much, how can he avoid debts? It's just a floating city, and it's just a drop in the bucket for my rich brother."

Fenna whispered back in an unhappy but embarrassed tone.

The fact that he had clearly concluded a peace contract but destroyed his ally's floating city because of his own recklessness could not be considered smart from any point of view.

Fenner knew that she would be nagged by Blake for a long time again, and she might even be punished.

Uh, but isn't that a good thing?

"Shua"

A different kind of light suddenly appeared in front of the idiot warrior's eyes. She tilted her head and rubbed her chin, thinking with the wisdom of a warrior, maybe she had just accidentally opened the door to a new world.

If you do something wrong, you will be punished, but what if you already desire punishment?

Well, got it!

"Where is he?"

At the moment when the four marquises had gathered, the new sharp-eyed marquis Kargath Bladefist also appeared from the shadows beside everyone with his spider witch Baron Kalec.

The sharp-eyed Marquis with flowing long hair got himself a leather death helmet that covered his face, and asked in a sinister and dry voice:

"Everyone is waiting."

"No hurries?"

Grom shouted with the blood of death, looking at the five distinct forces in front of him, he said calmly:

"The initiative has always been in his hands. All we can do is wait patiently, but he also promised us that he will not only bring back the command of the war master, but also usher in a new era for Maldraxxus. .

He promises us an eternal war, and he assures us that every warlike soul in Maldraxxus will enjoy endless conquests.

Every knife, every arrow, and every potion will have a use.

He will bring about change in the kingdom of death.

Let’s start with Maldraxxus.”

"No!"

Fenna, who had been distracted and didn't know what she was thinking, suddenly came back to her senses. While patting her hot cheek, she shook her head and corrected Lao Hou and the other marquis seriously:

"Madraxxus is the second one! My younger brother has reshaped the order of Ardenweald. He is not joking. He is serious. This land is about to be reborn."

"Hey, are you guys impatient?"

As soon as Fenner finished speaking, Blake's familiar voice rang in the air in front of the War Lord's Seat. As a purple crack in the void was cut into a triangle by fingers, Blake, wearing a black prophet's robe, walked out of it. .

His stone-born servants, the little fishman and the little fishman's servants also strode out behind him.

Black held a rune sword in his hand that was completely useless for combat. The thing immediately attracted the attention of Ms. Stradama, the Marquis of Wither.

The weapon that was obviously forged by the war master had five runes symbolizing the five secret chambers. Four of them had been lit up, leaving only the runes of the Withered Secret Academy in a dim state.

"So, you are the envoy of the Soldier Master?"

The Marquis glanced at the potion master Mariles who had just been released, and then looked at Black who was walking towards her under the black veil of the crown.

The pirate did not answer the question, but just raised the rune sword in his hand.

Fenner leaned over and grabbed Blake's wrist, shaking it back and forth, and said to her brother with a weird smile:

"Brother, I did something wrong. I accidentally knocked down the floating city of the Withered Secret Courtyard. The Marquise came to me to collect debts, but all my treasures were left in Azeroth. Can you help me pay?

I.

If you do something wrong, I will let you deal with it. "

"You have a good idea."

The evil god raised his eyebrows.

He felt that Fenner seemed to have discovered a terrible path, and this dangerous trend must be stopped immediately.

He glanced at the unhappy Marquise and shook his head. The trouble caused by his sister had to be solved by his younger brother. Fortunately, it was just a floating city.

He waved his hand and took out a crystal test tube and threw it to Marquise Stradama. The Potion Queen took it in her hand and looked at it. There was some unknown purple liquid in the test tube, shining with a dim and chaotic light.

She opened the plug and sniffed it, then nodded:

"Such a pure venom of the God of the Void, after dilution, is enough to complete thirty devastating potion experiments. Well, as Marquis Fenner said, you are indeed a generous man.

The Chamber of Decay is honored to receive your kindness. "

"I'm also honored to gain your friendship. Of course, gifts don't matter. The cockroaches flying out of the Withered Secret Courtyard can poison the whole world."

Black raised the rune sword in his hand in front of Marquis Stradama.

The latter stretched out his finger and pointed on the surface of the rune sword. A small ball of green ooze burst out from the Marquis's fingertips. It merged into the rune sword and lit up the fifth withering rune in an instant.

In the next moment, the evil god held the rune sword and walked under the huge statue of the soldier gazing at the entire Maldraxxus under the gaze of the five marquis, and inserted the rune sword into the reserved groove.

Accompanied by the shaking of the earth and the mountains, the seat of the military leader, which had been dusty since the military leader left, was reopened.

The pirate waved his hands to blow away the dust, then turned to look at the five marquis behind him. He turned sideways, made a "please" gesture, and said:

"Then, everyone, please come in with the authority given to me by the Soldier Master. I want to discuss something with you."

"About the fate of Maldraxxus that will be opened tomorrow, about the future of the five secret chambers, about the restoration of chaos in the Kingdom of Shadows, and about the preparation and start of the eternal bloody war.

Of course, the most important thing is about the new owner of this land. "