Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1971 99. Remember? We agreed that whoever finds it will get it【1116】

When demons invade Revendreth, the entire land of sin is in chaos.

The Stoneborn Legion mobilized by the Emperor caused Revendreth's defense force to be extremely insufficient, but fortunately, the timely appearance of the bald elder sister, Ms. Stonesmith, stabilized the situation.

This stone-born mother really hides her secrets.

No one knows how many Stoneborn she carved and hid on this land during her so many years of seclusion in Revendreth. In short, at the critical moment when the demons were about to invade Nathria Castle, the Mother of Stoneborn ascended the mountain. With a wave of his hand, a steady stream of stone warriors appeared and tenaciously withstood the defense line.

More importantly, the former Moon Night God of War found his three companions from nowhere.

The four moon-night war gods fought under the black moon to withstand the demon's attack, and then cooperated with His Highness the Prince's resistance forces to scale the city wall. Finally, at the moment when the building was about to collapse, there was a drama of "the prince returns to turn the tide".

But this alone is certainly not enough.

The demons' portals have opened to seven!

The entire Plain of Ashes has now been completely occupied by demons, and the defense line at the Fallen Castle is already in danger, but His Highness the Prince cannot find more troops to fill the line.

Just how many demons there are is a mystery, and now the residents of Revendreth are about to experience the terrible strain that the people of Azeroth have been under for the past month and a half.

To be honest, even His Highness himself was not sure whether these extravagant anima vampires could stop the demons from wreaking havoc.

However, in this fierce battle, there are still some places that still maintain the peace of the past.

For example, the manor of the bald elder sister, Ms. Stonesmith, has not been disturbed by demons.

On the one hand, it's because the bald elder sister has a dull temperament and doesn't like to socialize, so the manor is located in a remote area of ​​Naslia Castle, where the demons haven't come yet.

On the other hand, it was because the place was defended by various forms of stonemen everywhere, and the small number of demons who came was purely a gift.

The fighting power of the stone warriors who can fight to a draw with the naaru or even expel them is incomparable to that of ordinary demons. If the stubborn stone legion had not been trapped by the emperor into the abyss, I am afraid that the first wave of invasion by the legion of demons would have been defeated by the stone warriors. The descendants went back hard.

At this critical moment, this manor full of stone descendants has welcomed a less welcome guest.

The fear witch Narlajas transformed into a Venthyr noble lady and approached the manor holding a bloody umbrella. She was feeling uneasy at all, especially when she was approached by two ferocious beasts as she approached the gate. When the stoneborn Gargon Hound's four bloody eyes stared closely at it, the fear witch's whole body was shaking with fear.

Part of this fear is feigned.

After all, every one of the Dread Lords is an actor, but there is still a part of the fear that is real.

Because the nathrezim have a long-standing feud with the stoneborn.

When they lurked into the Holy Light realm on the Emperor's orders to cause trouble, they angered the grumpy old pigeons of the Holy Light. A large group of Naaru invaded Revendreth for a disciplinary expedition, directly destroying one-third of the land. The Stoneborn died in the Ashes Plains to resist the Naaru, and the Stonesmith, the mother of the Stoneborn, felt sad for the sacrifice of her children.

The powerful bald sister issued a killing order on the spot. If Emperor Denathrius hadn't stopped them, all the Nasrezim would have been killed by the violent Stoneborn.

It is precisely because of this hatred that the Stoneborn born after the Holy Light Crusade generally have a keen sense of Nathrezim. The transformation of the Dread Witch can be hidden from most creatures, but only the Stoneborn cannot be hidden.

As Narlajas approached the stonesmith's manor, not only the Gargon hounds outside the door woke up from petrification, but the stone spirits placed on the walls and the stone demons that existed as sculptures also slowly opened their eyes. .

There were at least twenty pairs of eyes staring at her at this moment. If things went wrong, Balnazzar, who was hiding behind, wouldn't even have time to save her. She would definitely be swarmed by these stone descendants and torn to pieces.

But things had already progressed to this point. If she didn't want to meet that strange kin here, she would have no choice but to follow Balnazzar and venture through the increasingly dangerous legion portal.

The fate of being caught by the demons would be too miserable. As a traitor to the Burning Legion, she would most likely be sent to the realm of the Dark Titan.

It wasn't as simple as being torn into pieces at that time.

"Ugh don't stare at me, stone-headed fools!"

Thinking of this, Narlajias tried her best to look confident, and she shouted to the stone descendants in front of her:

"I'm here to see Lothaxon! You know the name, right? It says it has the understanding and permission of the Stoneborn Mother to move freely in Revendreth!

I am its guest!

You can't hurt me. "

When Narragas said the name "Losaxon", the Gargon hounds that had bared their teeth at her quickly calmed down. Under the surprised gaze of the Dread Witch, these fierce and loyal stone descendants returned. She entered the stone statue state on her pedestal, which gave her a glimmer of hope.

She turned around and waved to the shadows floating in the darkness behind her, signaling that everything was going well and she was going in.

Balnazzar and a group of Dread Demons hiding behind were dumbfounded as they watched the weakest Dread Demon swaggering into the manor amid a group of dangerous Stoneborn without being bitten by those Gargons.

After these cunning guys saw this impossible scene with their own eyes, their thoughts changed. They communicated with each other with their eyes. It seemed that the "second way" Narlajias said was not groundless.

Perhaps, in their hometown, which has banished them for countless epochs, there is indeed a "hope" hidden for the Nasrezim, who have been criticized by thousands of people, reviled by thousands of people, and have no other way out.

Well, hope, a word that is impossible to associate with a creature like the Dreadlord.

What an irony.

But Balnazzar is still very stable as the fear lord.

It didn't say anything immediately, but guarded Lemonia, the sleeping soul blade in its arms.

It knows that regardless of whether the second path exists or not, this sword and the cosmic soul sleeping in this sword will determine the future of the Nasrezim clan.

"You're here?"

When the Dread Witch walked into this gloomy and silent manor, a gentle voice sounded in the small pavilion in the center of the manor.

Narragas raised her head and saw the golden Losaxon standing there, moving the wings blessed by the Holy Light, waving her claws at her and saying:

"Come here, let's talk. Don't be so formal. My people don't need to hide your figure in this place. Let's have this conversation with our original appearance."

"Lord of Holy Light" Loxaxon's pale face, wrapped in holy light, had a gentle smile that hardly belonged to the Lord of Fear. He spread his hands and said sincerely:

“This is our hometown, the place where we were born.

We ancient wanderers have finally returned here after countless epochs of travel, where we don’t have to hide ourselves and where we can completely relax.

Come on, take off your disguise, young lady. In the eyes of the stone descendants around you, that means nothing. "

"young?"

Narragas sneered, and while changing back to the ferocious posture of the fear witch, she touched her small devil horns and said in a sarcastic tone:

"Have I ever been a loyal servant serving the Emperor? When you were hiding in various realms of the Force, I was already serving our master in the Emperor's court.

I know more about this land than you do, Lothaxon, but you cannot be so rude. "

"Ha, I know more stories about you, Miss Narlajias."

The Holy Light Demon King laughed and said:

"I even know that the Emperor once sent you to sneak into Azeroth and have secret conversations with Lord Black Shaw in the desert city of Zul'Farrak. That was the first contact between Denathrius and Lord Black, and you were the witness. .

Believe me, miss, you will be proud of this experience in the future.

Of course, this is not what I want to say today. Since you have taken the risk and come here with full confidence, it means that you have obtained the long sword that carries the soul of the emperor.

You hope to trade it for a way out."

"Be careful!"

The fear witch's expression changed and she scolded:

"We haven't decided to betray our creator yet. We are still loyal servants of the emperor!"

"Yes, perhaps this precious and touching loyalty can help you return to the material world safely under the pursuit of demons and all forces in the entire kingdom of death."

Losaxon finally stopped maintaining that false gentleness. Encircled by the holy light, it sneered and said:

"But do you think it's safe to escape this pursuit and return to the material world? Stupid! Let me tell you, that adult has also laid a dragnet for you in the material world.

All moonlit worlds will regard you as prey! All realms illuminated by the Holy Light will regard killing you as an honor! Wherever the tide of the lightless sea reaches, there will be void believers eager to dedicate you to the Lord of the Void in exchange for blessings! And in all places of order, arcane oracles have descended to destroy your last hiding place!

Not to mention, the Dark Titan you most feared has returned to the material stars.

Guess what the evil god who just hacked to death an Eternal will think of you?

Don't be silly, my dear lady.

You still don’t know what kind of people your creator has offended. He has terrifying connections in the six forces, and now, he has used these connections for the final destination of the Great Emperor.

Whether it is the Shadowlands or the material stars, you have nowhere to go.

Handing over that sword is your only way to survive.

Oh, by the way, I guess, you guys are going to Azeroth, right? "

The Holy Light Demon chuckled lightly and snapped his fingers under Narragas' trembling gaze. In the next moment, two claws, one on the left and one on the right, were placed on the shoulders of the Fear Demon from behind.

The one on the left is the sullen and sneering third lord Mephistros, and the one on the right is the fear queen Jintesha shrouded in the black moon.

"Bazanar must be hoping that Tichondrius, the bastard, will provide him and his master with a place of refuge."

Mephistros stretched out his left paw in front of Narlagas and showed her the beautiful ring on the paw, made from the skull of the Dread Lord.

The ring's skull eyes shone with pain, and when it was close to the Dread Witch's ear, she could hear the screams from Lord Tichondrius.

"You might as well take a guess, little girl."

The fear devil with blue wings whispered in the ears of his compatriots in a gentle tone:

"Where is Tichondrius, whom you have so much hope for now?"

"Resisting the Master of the Silent Ones will not end well."

Ms. Jin Tesha on the other side said to Narlajias calmly:

"Plunging wholeheartedly into the black moon and listening to the higher good path given by Him is the only relief for our sinful souls.

Hand over that sword!

The Quiet One will allow us wanderers to return to our homeland."

"It's not just a return to my hometown."

Losaxon coughed a few times. With its golden wings stretched out, it stared at Narlagas's eyes. To be precise, it stared at another thought connected to those eyes.

It advised:

"Come, Balnazzar, with all escape possible, accepting His kindness is our last chance.

I have secretly met with Prince Renathor. The war between the six forces will continue for a long time in the Shadow Kingdom, and the return of us wanderers will add an available army to Revendreth.

Just like what we did in the Burning Legion, our superior intelligence and assassination capabilities will make us shine in the Shadow Realm's war against the invaders.

The mother of stone descendants has forgiven us under the persuasion of that adult.

And Prince Renathor is also willing to accept Venthyr's ancient brothers back to his hometown. He is even willing to promise us three sin lord positions in his Reaper Court.

You know that those medals are linked to Revendreth's dominance, which means that this land will truly accept us who have nowhere to go!

We don’t have to wander anymore.

We can go home.

And the price we get all this is to hand over a god who can't even protect ourselves. So is the so-called Creator good to us? Balnazzar, think about it carefully.

What do we gain under His rule?

The hard work day after day, the loneliness of not being accepted in any field, the hatred of being hated by everyone, risking life just to realize His so-called great desire

It would be fine if that great wish came true.

But the thing is, you saw it with your own eyes.

The great conquest He claimed was over before it even began. He Himself was a loser. Why should we follow His path into darkness? "

Losaxon strode forward, reached out and grabbed Narlagas' chin, pulled her towards his face, stared into her eyes, and said:

"In the past, we could not resist, did not dare to resist, and were unable to resist, because He is the Creator and we cannot complain. But now, times have changed.

Are you going to hell with a failed god?

Or do you want to return to our hometown with us, defend our homeland with our brothers, and truly return to the place where we were born?

free!

The freedom and future of all Nathrezim throughout the material stars are now in your hands! Tell me, Balnazzar, tell me your choice!

That adult doesn't have that much patience for you.

Before he returns to this land, you must make a decision. "

After saying that, the Holy Light Demon King let go of Narlajias, who was already stagnant in place. It flapped its golden wings and rushed into the sky from the dark manor like a golden meteor.

The next moment, as Losaxon held a holy light crystal high in the air and called for positioning, a dazzling golden stream of light opened from the sky. Amidst the waves of hymns, those ancient holy light naaru entered this place again. The place of sin.

But the place where they appeared was right between the two portals of the Burning Legion.

So there was almost no need for provocation, and the Holy Light and the Evil Energy were fighting together again.

At the moment when the collision of golden holy light and green evil energy caused an arc of light to spread across the sky, Losaxon's voice came from afar and fell into Balnazzar's ears.

it says:

"Behold, I have become Revendreth's savior. Prince Raythonar and his people will call me 'hero', and I have occupied one of the three sin lords' seats.

Do you still want to hesitate? My dear Balnazar, if it's any later, I won't even be able to drink the soup. "

"What are you looking at me for!"

In the shadows outside the Stonesmith's Manor, Balnazzar looked at several fellow Nasrezim around him.

These bastards stared at it silently, they had already surrounded their lord with power outlined in the shadows. The eyes of each Dread Lord are different, but what is certain is that there is no one called "loyalty" in their eyes.

"Don't worry, I won't stand in your way, idiots!"

Balnazzar sneered and touched the soul blade Lemonia in his paw. A weird smile appeared on its face.

That's right.

This thing represents the future.

Well, an incredibly bright future.

Thirty minutes later, the Nagfar returned from the Maw.

When the ship docked on the terrace in the shadow of Naslia Castle, Lord Black wiped four different kinds of hickeys on his face and walked out of the cabin. What he saw was Loxaxon with a smile on his face, raising his hands in the air.

And in the claws of the Holy Light Demon King lay the extremely desolate soul blade.

"I remember we agreed."

Lord Evil God stretched out his hand and stroked the pitted sword body.

He held Lemonia's sword hilt and whispered:

"As long as I get this sword, it will be mine. Well, my dear Emperor, it seems that in the end of the betrayal game between us, I will be the stronger one, right?"

"Hey, the master doesn't want us."

A piercing cry sounded from behind the evil god, and accompanied by the sound of weapons clicking, the Salamani sisters flew and spun, and the two sickly sword girls shouted:

"I knew it! You must have another sword outside. You dirty brat, you have fallen in love with someone else's sword girl. The yellow-faced woman at home is just not as fragrant as the wild flowers outside."

"I'm going to cut her off! This little bitch seduces other people even though she already has a master!"

"Okay, don't go crazy."

Black helplessly comforted his sword girl. He flicked Lemonia's sword, shrugged, and said to his two jealous sword girls:

"This thing is not for me, idiots, it's a gift. Well, a proposal gift, do you understand? Just stay here, I have to find a powerful blacksmith to repair her first.

Look at her, she is bumpy and not round and cute at all. "