Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1961 89. Surprise opening on the last day【116】

Burning Plains, under the Blackstone Mountain, this desolate land seems to bear some kind of cursed fate, always attracting all disputes to gather here.

It's like yesterday repeating itself. In the place where humans and orcs fought decisively a few years ago, the blood of the past seems to have not dried up, and the new fighting has reached its climax here.

The Burning Legion's offensive continues to be world-class.

Nearly a month and a half after the entire Azeroth entered a full-scale war with the demons, all civilizations have exhausted their cards and can only maintain the current confrontation situation. The evil demons launched after the Dark Titan was sealed. Before the end of the violent period of the energy craze, Azeroth's resistance had not been completely defeated, and the outcome of this war was actually doomed.

This world that has gone through countless challenges has shown a resilience that shocks even the demons. They have clearly pushed the world to an impasse and only need one last push to push it into the abyss.

But that last step could never be taken.

Under the Black Stone Tower, smoke billowed.

After a dark night of secret fighting, the demons who once again tried to attack the defense line abandoned nearly a thousand corpses and retreated to their demon-casting camp. The defense line covered with corpses remained calm.

Whether it was the orc warriors who were waiting for a rest with numb faces after fighting all night, or the black iron dwarf dragoons who came to change defenses with belches of wine, both sides had nothing to say about last night's battle. It is no longer the glory of victory or the bitterness of defeat.

That's just their life now.

The ghouls of the Undead Scourge are carrying corpses in front of the position. Those warriors who died in battle will be recycled as completely as possible to be awakened as death knights. Those that are actually broken into pieces will also be taken back to become part of the hateful structure.

Even the flesh and blood of those demons cannot be wasted.

Although the ghouls complain about the taste of these evil-filled flesh and blood, under the system of the Undead Scourge that does not give any reasons or excuses, no one cares about the opinions of the ghouls on food.

Some are good to eat.

If you really don't want to eat, just go to the battlefield hungry and serve as cannon fodder. Even a brainless ghoul knows the truth of eating before you die.

In the past, this kind of desecration of the souls of the dead would definitely be scolded by the reckless orcs and even cause unnecessary chaos. After all, after the return of the shaman inheritance, the once bloodthirsty orcs also became rational, and they regained the ancient tradition of respecting their ancestors. The soul is in awe.

However, when the war has progressed to this point, it is no longer time to talk about tradition.

It is said that the ancestral graves of the Wrynn family have become recruiting grounds for the Scourge of the Undead. Now fighting alongside the human emperor is not only his father, the commander of the Scourge, but also the commander of the First Cavalry Division of the Eastern Continent Expeditionary Force of the Scourge of the Undead. Adermant Wrynn, that is His Majesty Varian's grandfather.

There are also rumors that His Majesty the Emperor's great-grandfather is also in the process of being resurrected, but in the end that is just a rumor used for publicity. After all, after a person has been dead for so long, no matter how dissatisfied the soul is, it is time for him to give up his resentment and go to the Kingdom of Shadows.

But in the final analysis, the emperor of the human empire even contributed his ancestral graves to win the war. Why do you have any complaints after each of your big soldiers were resurrected as death knights after death?

Besides, the battle line of the Eastern Continent can be maintained in the Burning Plains thanks to the support of the Scourge. Without these undead, the orcs would have jumped into the sea with their Chief Reid half a month ago.

During the war years, it was also an option to resurrect as a dead body after dying gloriously, and to devote a second life to one's race and country.

It's still a very honorable choice.

At least within the Human Empire, the necessity and rationality of the death knight profession have begun to be publicized. The man behind the propaganda is said to be the Holy Light Church, which once fought against the undead.

If possible, everyone would like to stick to the bottom line, but in these difficult times, everyone is forced to do nothing.

"I heard that voice. Again."

The platform at the highest point of Blackstone Mountain stands like an ice sculpture. On the favorite terrace of His Excellency the Black Dragon Prince Nefarian, the Scourge Commander looked at the battlefield and whispered:

"It's calling me"

"It says it's time."

This death knight wearing a full set of Saronite armor and a full-cover evil armor is like a frozen iron tower, making it impossible for others to see his face or even guess his race. It seems that he is talking to himself. .

But when he spoke, the cold luster shining on the helmet and the bright and dark runes around the green water drop gem on the helmet's forehead meant that he was talking to someone across space.

Chief Red was standing behind the platform. The fat orc chief was pulled up from the bed and dragged here by two death knights.

He didn't understand what was happening at all, but when he saw this iron tower-like figure, even Red Blackhand, who was as fleshy as a hob, had to put away his dissolute look.

He stood there like a warrior, seemingly waiting for orders from some big shot.

He didn't even dare to raise his head to look at the indifferent figure in front of him, for fear that the latter would pick up the two-handed skeleton ax made of ice and split his fat head from his neck.

He knew who this man was.

He is one of the few leaders on this continent who fully knows the secrets of the person in front of him, and regarding those dark and gloomy secrets, even the big-mouthed Red did not dare to reveal a word to others when he was drunk.

At this moment, probably no one would pay attention to the thoughts and thoughts of Chief Red.

The tower-like figure was waiting for an answer.

With the properties of the domination helmet infused with the force of death, he can contact every soul in the entire undead scourge, and even talk to any undead in any corner of the world.

This war helmet gave him not only the power to control the undead, but also a curse and a responsibility.

Now, the curse is about to be fulfilled and the duty is about to be fulfilled.

In the far northern border of the eastern continent, in the capital palace of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the kings of the seven human kingdoms were already here, and the emperor of the human empire opened the palace door.

Varian Wrynn, who was wearing a full set of black lion armor, was too lazy to say any diplomatic words. His eyes swept over the rulers and commanders in front of him, and his cold gaze made everyone who was seen Subconsciously, even the old but still wise King Terenas stood up straight.

"Gianna?"

His Majesty Varian looked at the little princess attending the meeting on behalf of Kul Tiras in surprise, and he said:

"Where is Your Majesty Dai Lin?"

"My father went to the world of death. Before he left, he told me and all of Kul Tiras to obey any instructions from His Majesty the Emperor."

Little Gianna said this.

An old Holy Light priest opposite her immediately drew religious symbols on his chest, but the next moment he was stopped by Fa'ao Mian, who couldn't bear to look at him.

What the little princess said is literal.

It's not that Her Majesty Dai Lin was summoned by the Holy Light, it's just that the restless old admiral was just involved in the miraculous operation that was reported recently.

A group of pirates gathered to explore and plunder the kingdom of death.

It sounds unreliable, but many people present knew that the action was real.

His Majesty Varian nodded. He turned sideways and made way for someone walking behind him. Under the different looks of everyone in the conference hall, Anduin Lothar, the Lich King, He walked into the palace with cold death steps. His dull eyes did not look at anyone. It seemed that what existed here was just an empty body used to carry evil power.

"The time has come, everyone."

Lothar didn't waste time. He was an efficient person whether he was alive or dead.

It was as if he was announcing the arrival of some important moment.

This meaningless sentence made everyone present frown, and the Sun King of Quel'Thalas, Kael'thas Sunstrider, who participated in the meeting through magic, was the first to ask:

"What does this mean? Your Majesty the Lich King, what does 'the time has come' mean?"

Facing his inquiry, Lothar turned his head and looked at the elf monarch who still exuded a feminine aura, but had a bit more manliness because of a ferocious scar on his cheek.

He replied seriously:

“The day has come when this war, and all wars, will end.

Of course, all peace needs to be watered with blood, and there is still one last battle to be fought before we lay down our weapons and resume singing and dancing. "

Lothar's words made everyone in the palace visibly excited. Although they doubted the authenticity of these words, the undead would not joke.

The Lich King said that this war that has been intolerable to everyone is about to end, so after everyone has survived the tragic night, there is a high probability that they will really be able to see the dawn.

Kael'thas was also stunned for a moment, and then the Sun King asked:

"Have you found a way to defeat or banish the demon?"

"Not a demon."

Lothar shook his head. With everyone watching, he withdrew the soul-eating demon sword he was carrying from his back. As the cold blade rose, an explosion of ice aura hit the top floor of the palace, freezing it in an instant. The thick dome simultaneously shattered the ice, and the broken ice was knocked away by the impact of the cold wind thrown by the Lich King.

In just a few seconds, a large "skylight" was opened in this gorgeous palace, and the bright sky was displayed in front of the monarchs as the earth shook and the mountains shook.

"let's start."

Lothar held Frostmourne and looked at the sky. Varian Wrynn beside him heard the Lich King whisper something, and he didn't know who he was talking to.

At the same time, on top of Blackstone Mountain, under the astonished gaze of Red Blackhand, the Death Commander who was as cold as an ice sculpture in front of him suddenly made a move.

He stretched out his hands and placed them on the edges of his helmet.

Like pushing a heavy mountain, he took off the shining helmet of command from his head bit by bit in the sudden cold wind.

This process seems short, but in fact it is like some kind of slow-motion advancement.

It can be seen that it is not an easy task to take off the helmet of command. Even this warrior who has done great things during his lifetime must try his best to get rid of the entanglement of the curse.

That difficult posture made Red couldn't help but clench his fists, wanting to cheer for the guy in front of him.

A few seconds later, the tall figure held the helmet in his hands. He clasped the edge of the cold helmet with both hands. In the double explosion of the power of death and some kind of anger imprinted in his soul, he was struck by the soldier. The death artifact forged by the Lord made a rattling sound as it was pulled bit by bit, making an overwhelming sound.

It was as if the soul in front of him who dared to swing his sword at the Titan was integrating his last strength and will into this destructive move.

Every time he exerts force, the death condemnation imposed on his body becomes heavier. Every time he breaks open the helmet in his hand, the feedback from the force of death becomes heavier around Blackstone Mountain.

At the moment when the first crack burst out from the corner of the helmet, the sky above the extremely hot burning plain was gloomy, and there were eerie snowflakes falling.

When the sharp corners of the Helm of Command bent and fell, fist-sized hailstones swept across the barren land ravaged by the primordial fire like heavy rain.

The Red people were dumbfounded.

Every piece of fat flesh on his body was trembling.

Not only because the old orc in front of him forcefully broke the artifact that controlled the undead natural disaster into pieces, but also because with the actions of this old bastard, the entire sky of Azeroth was undergoing stunning changes.

It wasn't just Red who saw it.

The warriors of the entire Burning Plains, the people of the entire eastern continent, the monarchs in the far north, and even the elves on the Holy Mountain of Hyjal in another continent.

Even the devil.

At this moment, people all over the world looked to the sky, inspired by the changes in heaven and earth, and another world seemed to be reflected there.

Like the rolling and burning power entwining the nine heavens, it is an image of the thick curtain of life and death between the shadow kingdom and the material world being impacted and destroyed.

That is the grand scene that will emerge on the eve of the death force that has been too prosperous in countless years of gestation and oppresses other realms and leads to the imbalance of the force. It is a precursor to an ancient seal being opened.

It's like the reflection of the material stars is approaching the real world, like a door is about to be opened from the material world to the kingdom of death.

They saw the Maw.

They saw the high tower that governed the Sanctuary. The spire of Torghast Sin Soul Tower, entangled with chains, spikes and the power of death, was like a beacon to the world.

It looks like a dark giant rising from the water, stripping away the mysterious atmosphere and showing the original appearance of death to all the living.

The sky of Azeroth is like a water surface, isolating the two worlds, and now, the two worlds are approaching, and they are about to meet and merge.

"Stop!"

Emperor Denathrius, who rushed out of the secret chamber of the Talisman Engravers, stood on the top of the Torghast Tower, with countless stunned Venthyr nobles and Yuansworn people behind him. When they raised their heads, they could see everything happening in the material world.

The Sinful Emperor watched in horror as the Death Orc, who was burned to almost dry bones by the Titan's fire, reflected on the top of the Black Stone Mountain, was trying his best to tear apart the Helm of Command.

His movements were imbued with a sense of intimidating power.

The Great Emperor, who had heard all this from the war master, fully understood the consequences of the curtain breaking at this moment. He scolded at the top of his lungs and used the commanding power left by Zoval to roar:

"I order you! Stop!"

"伱"

Brox Saurfang heard the angry voice on Blackrock Mountain.

As a warrior, he naturally heard the fear and panic contained in that noble voice.

Then, the old orc, whose face was burnt by Aggramar's flames and looked like a skeleton, raised his head and grinned a sarcastic smile at the Eternal Emperor amid the roar of death condemnation.

He said:

"You are not Him. You cannot control me."

"Kacha"

The Helm of Control in Brox's hand was completely torn apart in the final scream, and the "water surface" where the two realms merged above the sky boiled at this moment.

Black cracks spread out in front of Emperor Denathrius like spider webs. The entire Maw was shaking, and the entire Shadow Kingdom was shaking.

In the Torghast Tower behind the Great Emperor, in the secret room of the Talisman Engraver, the soldier who was hanging by chains and sitting cross-legged hummed a strange song and took out the stained mask torture instrument with his backhand. A shining emblem of the Pantheon.

He coiled the thing in his hand and poured his last remaining death power into it.

Like a naughty child playing with firecrackers, the moment he lit the "fuse", he threw the furious and boiling emblem far away.

"boom"

Between the collision of order and the force of death, the entire Tower of Sinful Souls swayed.

The emperor who was caught off guard shook his body a few times before he regained his balance. Above his eyes, the cracked curtain was completely shattered and opened into a big crack under the final blow. The upside-down scenery was like countless broken glass surrounding it. Around the rift between the two realms, every piece of "glass" reflected a figure descending from the sky with an ax in hand.

"哐"

In the impact that was as heavy as Mount Tai, the death commander who was the first to cross the curtain of life and death and fall into the abyss moved his shoulders and stood up.

Brox Saurfang held the battle ax named Shadowmourne and raised his fingers disdainfully at the bloody emperor in front of him.

He said:

"You want war?"

"Very well, here we come. Let the war begin!"