Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1968 96. Death meets! 【816】

Lady Maiev Shadowsong is like a poor person forgotten by the world.

She witnessed with her own eyes how Emperor Denathrius planned to launch his own death crusade with great ambition, and also saw with her own eyes the veteran master who used Black's Pantheon emblem to blow up the Torghast Tower and release countless souls.

She was imprisoned at the top of this tower, and from where she was now, she only had to raise her head to see the big hole in the curtain of life and death that was connected to the material world.

She could even see Mount Hyjal reflected in the broken light on the other side of the curtain.

She blinked.

In the fleeting reflection just now, she seemed to see Tyrande Windspeaker wearing the robe of the Moon God, gathering the sentry troops and wilderness demigods, preparing to cross the curtain of life and death and enter the Maw to fight.

Perhaps it's because the Moon Priest received Lady Elune's oracle?

Thinking of this, Maiev frowned again and looked down at the chaotic battlefield of the Maw from the top of the collapsed tower that was inserted diagonally into the ruins of the Sanctuary of Control.

She could see that under the leadership of Lothar, the death knights of the Undead Scourge were fighting against the Abyssworn and the Demons at the same time.

The three parties attack each other in this land of death, and there is no idea of ​​anyone uniting with the other. Anyway, those death knights will kill everyone they see, as long as they are not on their own side.

Farther away, Brox Saurfang, holding the Shadowmourne Battle Ax, was charging side by side with His Excellency Kutalos Ravencrest, the High Lord of the Black Crow Knights, guarding the curtain of life and death leading to the material world. before the rift.

Supporting them from the flanks and frantically piercing the Abyssworn vanguard army was Brox's brother, Varok Saurfang, who was not yet dead.

The brave orc warlord commanded behind him was not the warriors of the orc tribe, but a mixed infantry regiment from the Kingdom of Stormwind, the Troll Empire and Ironforge.

Above the head of this corps, there is also the phantom of the Devilsaur from the Zandalari royal family, His Excellency Loalezan, helping to charge.

Emperor Varian Wrynn, in his Iron Vrykul form, armed with the Ashbringer and the Emperor's Sword, escorted a group of wounded soldiers back to the material world, Alonsos Faol, together with his loyal intelligence chief Master Shore. His Majesty commanded the Silver Hand paladins under his command to protect the wounded who fell in the battle as much as possible.

Higher up on the defense line of the living, His Majesty Kael'thas Sunstrider, who has a scar on his face, is casting spells with Jaina Proudmoore, using the firestorm to mix the blizzard's two heavens of ice and fire that will breed from the shadows. The evil things in the void are suppressed back to where they belong.

Azeroth finally got rid of the threat of the Old Gods, and there was no need for more void power to intervene there.

Arthas Menethil, the dog-licking prince, armed with two sharp Proudmoore family swords, guarded in front of the spellcaster's position, frantically slashing at all enemies who tried to get close to the defense line.

Regardless of whether it is the undead, demons or the Faceless Man of the Void, anyone who dares to get close to the goddess in his heart will die!

Life, death, void, evil energy, the creations of the four forces attack each other in the dark place of the Maw. Of course, if conditions permit, the other three forces will still unite to attack the servants of death first. them.

Maiev was not very clear about what kind of big deal her husband had caused in the six realms of the Force, but with the keen perception she had developed during her more than 10,000 years of fighting career, Lady Shadowsong immediately realized that what was happening in front of her was The chaotic war is likely to be just the "opening ceremony" of a larger and longer war.

something must have happened

But what does this have to do with her being a "princess in distress" imprisoned at the top of a collapsed tower?

When the Dark Titan Sargeras rushed into the Maw just now and started killing people, she was not harmed. Now this low-level chaos is even less likely to threaten her.

Maiev should probably be grateful to Emperor Denathrius, who now has no idea where he is, for holding her hostage at the top of Torghast Tower.

This strange combination of circumstances allowed Mrs. Shadowsong to avoid all dangers that might arise in this hellish place.

"What are you looking at?"

A pair of warm hands stretched out from behind, covering Maiev's beautiful blood-colored eyes like a hide-and-seek, and a gentle voice sounded in Mrs. Shadowsong's ears. Another one came with her and left a mark on her slender neck. kiss.

"Hey, stay away from me."

Mrs. Shadowsong, who covered her eyes, said expressionlessly to the person behind her:

"I'm engaged, and my fiancé is a very jealous lunatic. Be careful he sends people to kill you, a scoundrel."

"Really? But I didn't see a wedding ring on your finger, beautiful lady."

With a teasing smile, Blake whispered to his pouting wife:

“And I don’t know what genius put a beautiful lady like you in chains and shackles here, I mean, you can’t resist, can you?

This means that I can do whatever I want. Before your fiancé arrived, I had already done all the things I should do and shouldn't do. Wow, this is really inappropriate. "

"You talkative! Why don't you untie it for me?"

Maiev said something unhappily, and at the same time raised her shackled left foot, and kicked Blake's leg moderately.

"Hey, you are a former warden of the Watchers, a moon-warming god of night, don't tell me that you can't even open this kind of lock that blocks the mental energy?"

Blake also took a step back dissatisfied, put his hands on his hips and said to Maiev:

"Are you deliberately pretending to be weak to lure those ignorant boys to save you? Like some damn straight man trap, why don't you open the collar on your chest wider?

This way even the cooks in the Stormwind Vanguard can see what color your underwear is.

I'm jealous! "

"Am I not waiting for you here?"

Mrs. Shadowsong looked at her husband who was having a bad temper and said helplessly:

"Didn't I hear you say that no matter what happens, you will come to pick me up on time? I can leave, but I hope there is a powerful guy to protect me in this dangerous time.

After all, that person promised me..."

Her explanation was interrupted by a pair of chewing lips.

Amidst the sound of the chains and shackles on their wrists and feet falling to the ground, this pair of dogs and men were just hanging on top of the burning ruins in the crazy background of the crazy war in the Maw, as if the whole world was about to be destroyed. The top of the leaning tower hugged each other.

They are so dedicated.

He didn't care at all about the roar of the dwarf tankers and the explosion caused by the falling mortar shells on the next battlefield, nor did he care about the roaring of the demons and the noise when Krasis released the psychic storm.

It was like swallowing each other's tongues into their stomachs.

Of course, such a passionate kiss is understandable. After all, the man in front of him had just ruthlessly killed an Eternal in order to be with this beautiful lady forever, and together with the Dark Titan destroyed the remains of the Firstborn. The holy land below had single-handedly planned the eternal bloody battle that had just begun before these terrible things happened.

Both knew what was coming next.

The third-rate director, the second-rate conspirator, and the first-rate pretender Denathrius who single-handedly directed the painful scene of their separation will soon pay the price for his stupid behavior.

it's a pity.

If these nonsense hadn't happened, Blake might actually be friends with the Emperor.

Hey, who are you kidding? The Great Emperor must die, and the countdown to his death had already begun when He used the Evil God for the first time.

Black is not such a generous person, and the Emperor is not worthy of the Evil God's generosity. Does the Emperor also have the surname "Shadow Song"?

"boom"

Another violent explosion sounded in the gloomy sky of the Maw, and the panting Lady Shadowsong lay on her husband's shoulder.

She looked up at the sky, and the bright arc of light that had never been seen since the birth of the Abyss was reflected in her blood-colored pupils, and the golden stream of light fell from the darkness like thousands of meteors, in the sky full of Abyssworn and Abyss-sworn people. Balls of scorching light rain were outlined on the devil's land.

Maiev looked at the blazing holy light bursting out from hundreds of Naaru at the same time from the golden stream of light above her head. The circles of flowing light were like fireworks exploding in the dark night.

They streak across the night sky, brilliant and beautiful, passionate and deadly.

"Like it?"

Blake held his wife's slender waist and said in her ear:

"I specially asked them to come at this time, and use the most blazing holy light to turn into a meteor shower instead of fireworks when we reunite and embrace each other.

You have to understand that no matter how powerful I am, I can't prepare some beautiful fireworks for you at this time. "

"Well, the Holy Light is here too."

Mrs. Shadowsong admired the frenzy of holy light covering the entire Maw Abyss before her eyes, and she said softly:

"So, what about arcana? Although the Pantheon is in ruins, won't the Titan Souls come forward?"

"Well, you'd better not ask that."

The pirate shrugged awkwardly and said:

"You will not want to know the identity of the lady who will represent the Arcane Force in this long and eternal war. I admit that she and I have some close relations.

But believe me, that's just a show-off to deepen trust and cooperation.

If this makes you happy, then I will tell you that she just treats me as a doll to relieve loneliness, and there is no way she has any real feelings. "

"boom"

Another ball of blazing holy light exploded in the gloomy sky above the two people. In the outline of the stream of light, the shape of the Draenei spaceship emerged, as well as the image of old Velen holding the Staff of Ture emerging from the light.

"Have you decided where the wedding will be held?"

Blake asked quietly.

Maiev stared at the holy light above her head without saying a word.

She just curled up in her husband's arms, as if she wanted to enjoy the most peaceful moment on the most noisy battlefield in the universe.

"Here they come."

After a few minutes, Maiev whispered.

Blake also raised his head and looked towards the edge of the Maw and the Realm, where he could vaguely see the continent of Maldraxxus' war kingdom rapidly approaching the chaotic battlefield of the Maw.

The veteran master has not yet completed the reshaping of the godhead of the Lord of the Abyss. Seeing that the forces from all directions have begun to besiege the Abyssworn who represent the force of death, and seeing that the force of death is about to be defeated, the most capable group of war fighters in the Shadow Kingdom The madmen finally arrived on the battlefield.

They don't come alone yet.

Approaching the battlefield faster than the war kingdom of Maldraxxus was the large plundering fleet that Black had entangled, and the leader was the extremely majestic Nag'far.

This ghost ship flew majestically in the chaotic sky of holy light bursts and void storms. Amid the cheers of the ghost princess Nagfar, the reinforced steel hull fired like a hedgehog like a cannon.

No matter who the enemy is, this place is still far away from the Azeroth coalition's defense line, and there are no friendly forces at all!

You can fire at will.

Just like the spectacle of land bombing, amid the constant roar of flames, the black ship quickly approached the top of the tower where Blake and Maiev were.

"I knew that the beautiful time in the world between two people would only be so short."

Maiev complained softly, but still brushed her long hair dignifiedly and prepared to board the ship with Blake.

But Lord Evil God shook his head.

Under Maiev's surprised and frightened gaze, he coughed and took out a small box from his arms and prepared to complete the true proposal ceremony under the gazes of his own people who were cheering wildly.

However, just as he was about to kneel down, Maiev reached out to stop him.

Lady Shadowsong quietly pointed to the bow of the Nagfar. Xalatath and Sephiel stood side by side, staring at this side with four eyes like burning.

And on the stern of the ship, Her Excellency Fenna, the Queen of Creation, was already gritting her teeth and sharpening her knife.

"If you don't want me to die inexplicably in a suspicious assassination incident, then stand up!"

Lady Shadowsong threatened in the evil god’s ears:

"Who are you doing this for, you bad guy, I believe in your feelings for me, but I also know that it is impossible for you to give up on them.

That's it, I'm used to it anyway.

This place is too noisy. Let's go to Revendres. We are so happy today and don't put off the things that need to be settled. "

"Okay."

Lord Evil God secretly let out a deep breath, stood up, took Maiev's hand, and stepped onto the board of the Nagfar that was handed to him by the smiling trio of warlocks.

He looked back into the distance with emotion.

On the bow of the huge black ship "Abyss Sightseeer", an old man was standing there looking over with a telescope. Blake wanted to give a middle finger in that direction, but after raising his hand, he chose to wave.

"Forget it, send him a copy of the wedding invitation too, lest he inscribe on his tombstone that I am an unfilial son. I believe he can definitely do it."

He complained quietly.

Naturally, the three ladies beside him would not object.

"set sail!"

Blake took the captain's hat from his good daughter, put it on his head, kicked the drunken little fishman next to him, waved his hand, and shouted to the crew in front of him:

"There's nothing interesting to see in this ghost place. Let's go to Revendreth! That ghost place is about to welcome its mistress."

The black ghost ship raised its course in the next moment and quickly disappeared into the sky of the Maw Abyss shining with holy light.

At the same time, on the chaotic battlefield where the five parties were fighting, Grom Hellscream, who was riding a wild bull and commanding the soul-selected death knights, rushed over and waved a blood roar of death, fighting with the cold shadow in front of him. Sadness collided hard.

Sparks were flying, and the two old orcs' eyes collided.

"Brooks! You old immortal thing."

Laohou cursed:

"My Soul Selection Academy is still short of a Death Marquis who can fight, but I won't give that position to those weaklings who can't even catch my axe. There are too few warriors in the world who can make me look at him differently.

So, are you coming? I can appoint you now. "

"Want me to serve you?"

Brox, who was burned by the fire of destruction and was left with only black charred bones and whose face was almost difficult to see clearly, sneered. The old orc swung his battle ax away and knocked away Laohou's weapon. He roared:

"You pathetic old dog who died on the battlefield! I heard that you can't even defeat an abyss lord. Mana, beat me first! You bastards of death must be prepared to be taught a lesson!"

"Ha, come on then."

Laohou laughed wildly, swung his ax and threw it into the sky, smashing a Naaru that was attacked by a superior demon and fell to pieces. In the flying golden crystal, he looked at Brox Saurfang and Yuan Yuan. Fang Zheng was running towards Young Master Ho.

He shouted:

"Look at this wild battlefield, look at this crazy war, we can fight happily for a thousand years! This is a warrior's paradise, right here!

bring it on!

Come challenge me.

Before I become a soldier, I have enough time to have fun with you! "

The next moment, a storm of steel blew across the battlefield, and everything that came close was crushed to pieces.

Of course, in this melee, it is not possible that only Laohou enjoyed the war as he wished, there were also many others who realized their dreams.

For example, in a corner on the edge of the battlefield, Thrall, who was secretly called over by Chief Red, was looking at the Baroness of Maldraxxus who appeared from the shadows in front of him with vigilance.

The young orc didn't know why the warchief did this, but he was ready to fight, but the baroness in front of him did not draw his weapon.

Instead, she took off her bone mask.

"Guil"

Baroness Draka looked at her grown-up son in front of her with a complicated look.

She casually pulled out the battle ax from her waist, threw it out, beheaded a Ke'sir that appeared from the shadows, and waved to Thrall who was stunned on the spot.

explain:

"Come here, son, let mommy see you."

"boom"

A staggered blast of daggers sounded one meter behind the Baroness. Master Shaw, who wanted to sneak attack on this seemingly powerful undead spirit, was knocked out of the shadows by a swift blood shadow. This unexpected incident did not Interrupting Draka's meeting with her son, she stepped forward without being disturbed and held Thrall's trembling hand.

The repulsed Master Assassin fell to the ground, looking warily at the Venthyr Assassin holding a bloody blade in front of him.

The latter had a face somewhat similar to his.

"Are you Shaw?"

The strange Venthyr assassin curled his lips, looked around, and said:

"Pasonia didn't come? It's really disappointing. I even put on makeup just for that."

"You! You are?"

Shore raised his eyebrows.

He suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, and the Venthyr Bloodwing assassin played with the dagger and shrugged, saying:

"I am your grandfather, Lord Black, who specially sent someone to inform me that I am here. He said this is a surprise for you. Stop talking nonsense. Let me ask you, after I died, did your grandma find a lover?"