Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1975 103. I don’t agree with this marriage! 【1516】

The day finally came.

Before dawn today, when the sun had not yet emerged, the renovated and decorated Nasriya Fort became busy. The Venthyrs, who are best at hosting banquets and large-scale events, put on their best clothes. Even the small goblin-like mud servants were ordered to wear waiter suits with black vests.

Her Excellency the Countess, a real noble figure in Revendreth, personally conducted today's ceremony and banquet.

Even Prince Raysonal, who was about to officially obtain the divine vessel in a few days and become the second King of Sins, was surrounded by her command.

The most luxurious throne room of Nasriya Castle was used as the scene of the wedding ceremony. Among the condemners, the best singing chief priests were selected as singers. The holy musical instruments "imported" from the Ascension Fortress were used by the cooing deacons. They wiped it clean, while the best chefs in the Shadow Kingdom were busy in the palace's kitchen.

Among those ingenious giants there were also a few black and white panda chefs wearing chef hats. Zhou Zhuo, who made a temporary guest appearance as the chef commander, was counting the supplies and drinks with the recipes, and then he discovered as expected. The three bronze-bearded brothers were hiding in the wine cellar and were already drinking.

Even the most alcoholic of the dwarven royals could not resist mixing the Venthyr's bloody wine with the war-wine of Maldraxxus.

Fortunately, there are still a few hours before the wedding. Throwing these three shameful dwarves into the confessional of the condemner and applying the methods used to punish souls is enough to sober them up.

asshole!

You are here on behalf of Azeroth, please be careful about my image in front of outsiders!

Although it is still early, some guests who came in advance have already entered the most luxurious and magnificent palace in the Shadow Kingdom for a tour.

Old Daelin Proudmoore, who rarely wore a king's dress, with his hair neatly combed and gelled, and his two wives greeted their old brothers at the entrance of the palace and led everyone as guides Visit the scenery of the Venthyr Kingdom.

Of course, they are not the owners of this place.

However, the actions of the mortal guests have already received the permission and permission of the generous Prince Raysonar.

His Royal Highness also thoughtfully dispatched the best stone descendants of the Stone Corps as temporary guards for the guests, to prevent overly curious guests from entering places they should not go.

You must know that there are many dangerous anima traps in the emperor's palace to prevent thieves from coming out. For weak mortals, the most harmless ones are also fatal.

Of course, the Venthyr nobles who like liveliness and palace banquets also showed their hospitality today. These Venthyr are essentially a group of guys who like to deal with others, especially the nobles from the material world, who can just be with them. The extravagant and depraved Venthyrs congenially discussed the cumbersome etiquette and exaggerated entertainment.

"I saw the Dread Lord. Maybe I drank too much, or maybe I didn't drink enough."

Head Zhu Taran, who was wearing a traditional Pandaren robe, rubbed his eyes and said to Dai Lin beside him:

"Is there a demon standing guard over there in front of you? What kind of evil trick is this? Are the demons also invited?"

"Well, there are indeed some demons who come to watch the ceremony on behalf of their dark god."

Dai Lin, who was holding a glass of wine, glanced unhappily at the corner of a staircase leading to the palace dome. There was a fear witch in luxurious clothes but with an impatient face guarding there.

The old general turned around and explained in a low voice to the Pandaren leader and several old brothers from the Human Empire military behind him:

"But these Nathrezim do not come on behalf of demons. They were just accepted by the Venthyr as a brotherhood a few days ago. It is said that these cunning people were born on the ground beneath our feet.

In fact, they are not demons, but creations of death like the Venthyr. The two civilizations have a common creator. "

"Huh? Is there such a thing? Interesting."

Old Fording, who looked majestic yet graceful under the decoration of a suit of ceremonial armor, stroked his beard and glanced out at the luxurious palace where he was with Darion Mograine and the little girl Whitemane. Tailan, his son who was playing around, turned back to Dai Lin, who was bragging about his knowledge, and said:

"To elaborate, I am quite interested in these secrets. If Venthyr and Nasrezim have a common creator, that means they are both the creations of the Eternal Emperor Denathrius?

I heard someone say on the Maw battlefield that Emperor Denathrius was hacked to death by the Dark Titan's sword? "

"That's just nonsense, pathetic paladin."

Dai Lin laughed, and then whispered to his old brothers in a proud tone unique to old men, as if sharing a secret:

"The Emperor is still alive.

Well, maybe it can't be called alive. His state is similar to the phylactery of the lich. His broken godhead is sealed in a magic sword.

And that magic sword was given to his wife by my son as a proposal gift. You will see my daughter-in-law wearing that magic sword at the wedding soon.

It was the first Eternal conquered by House Proudmoore, but far from the first god our family had killed. "

Tsk tsk.

Look at this guy's bragging, which made all the old generals and knights look at him with suspicion.

Well, now the Proudmoore family is shaking.

Everyone talks about the legendary executions of gods. Although these things have nothing to do with the shameless old Dai Lin, it does not prevent the increasingly grandiose old man from recording these things as honor in his family tree. among.

There is nothing we can do about it. Who can let someone give birth to a good son?

Old Fording drank his wine and couldn't help but glance at his son.

When he saw little Tyran foolishly playing the Crusaders game with the Whitemane girl, the old knight suddenly became angry and wanted to rush over and give his son a few licks on his butt.

Look at my son, and then look at you!

No future!

"Guys, the Emperor is here, and Lothar also took the time to come to Revendreth from the Maw to participate in today's ceremony. Come with me quickly, and show your power in a moment!"

While these old guys were visiting the emperor's palace and bragging, Uther, wearing a jazz robe, hurried over and said something to these old guys.

Dai Lin raised her eyebrows in surprise and asked:

"Why do you have to act so powerful? What? Is there anyone provoking you?"

"It's those greenskins!"

Uther frowned and said:

"That idiot Red came here with the War Lords of Maldraxxus and their War Overlords. Damn it, I heard that the war world in the Realm of Death is almost surrounded by greenskins.

They were very arrogant when they came together, we can't lose our momentum. "

"Ha, war country, I know."

Dai Lin snorted, handed the wine glass in her hand to the mud servant passing by, straightened her collar, and said:

"My daughter is also a powerful Marquise there. She controls the most powerful war force under the five secret colleges. Don't be afraid, we will not lose face.

After a while you will follow me.

Alas, alas, don't go, I haven't finished talking about my daughter's great conquests in this country. "

The others immediately quickened their pace when they heard this.

Damn old Dai Lin not only has a powerful son, but also an outstanding daughter.

This old man is not dead yet. He can walk sideways in the Kingdom of Shadows. If he dies and comes here, no one dares to think of what he could do.

There really is no way for others to survive.

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"He just treats you as a plaything, miserable woman. He will get tired of you one day. As much as He loves you now, He will hate you so much by then.

He is humiliating you with a ceremony, but you regard this as the happiest day of your life."

In a palace in Nathria Castle, Maiev, who was sitting in front of the dressing table and having her long hair styled by several upper elf maids specially sent by Queen Azshara, looked at her face expressionlessly. Luxurious mirror.

Only she could see the face of Emperor Denathrius reflected in the mirror, full of resentment and anger.

The Emperor talked eloquently to Maiev in the reflection of the mirror, telling him his desperate prophecies about this wedding and this relationship. In fact, this was not the first time He appeared.

In the past few days, the emperor who had regained his consciousness had been using this method to interfere with Maiev's will, trying to create a rift between Maiev and Black.

"You should listen to me, my daughter."

The emperor said lightly:

"You hold my relic in your hands. My Lemonia contains the power of a King of Sin and the Eternal. You should accept my gift, my heir.

Happiness is just the tail of a rabbit in autumn, fleeting. Only pain is the keynote of life. You should not expect that man to be loyal to you forever.

You see, today is your big day, but he can't spare time to accompany you before the ceremony. Do you know where that troublesome man is now?

Let me tell you, he's in another room not far from here, playing some not-so-serious 'doctor games' with his human pet."

"You can keep talking, and I can listen to you babble all day long."

Maiev finally spoke.

Her eyes seemed to completely ignore the malicious reflection belonging to the emperor in the mirror, and only looked at herself reflected in the mirror.

It has to be said that Queen Azshara's maids have extremely good control over elf-style beauty. With their help, Maiev discovered that she does have a cool and sexy style that did not exist in the past.

Especially the evening dress that Queen Azshara specially sent yesterday. It fits her perfectly and gives her an aura that only a queen can have.

Paired with Maiev's blood-red pupils at this moment, it really creates a different kind of temptation.

Maiev admired herself in the mirror. She stood up and moved her body, letting her black dress sway.

She knew that several other brides were also working hard to dress up, and perhaps those girls had secretly joined forces to thwart her "mistress" at today's wedding.

But Maiev didn't care.

It was as if she didn't care about the Emperor's malicious chatter.

"So be it."

Maiev said to the several upper elf maids beside her:

"Thank Queen Azshara for my help. If I have the opportunity in the future, I will visit her personally."

Several maids leaned over to leave. Maiev took a deep breath and flicked her fingers. The bloodthirsty demon sword Lemonia placed on the weapon rack behind her flew over like an invisible hand, like a bloody snake. It flew around her several times, then roared like a beast looking for food and pressed the sharp blade against Maiev's snow-white neck.

But the Eternal Warden didn't care. She ignored the sharp blade on her neck and just raised her hand to move a strand of hair from her forehead to the side.

She said casually:

"You know, what should you do to better protect Denathrius?"

"One day, I will cut the throat of your arrogant woman for my master, I will drink your blood, and I will enjoy Blake's desperate cry when he holds your body!"

A shrill sound came from Lemonia's blade, representing the curse of this vicious swordswoman.

But in the next moment, Maiev's slender fingers were placed on Lemonia's sword hilt.

She said casually like a queen:

"But your master now is me! Recognize your identity, my dear 'Scarlet Jailer', and today is my big day, so you'd better behave.

I don't mean to threaten you rudely.

But Denathrius’ broken spirit body can no longer withstand the next torture.”

"you!!!"

"Um?"

Maiev glanced at the excited Demon Sword.

Under her indifferent gaze, the bloodthirsty demon blade finally calmed down, left Maiev's neck little by little, and floated next to its mistress like the most loyal servant.

"As you command, mistress, your will is the direction of my sword."

Lemonia said humiliatedly.

"That's good."

The warden lady chuckled and turned towards the palace door. As she walked, she whispered:

"Look, this is love, what a beautiful sin"

Nasa and Sera Moon Guard, who were guarding the door, respectfully opened the door for Ms. Maiev, and guarded the mistress as loyally as before. However, the moment they walked out of the palace door, they happened to see the lady dressed in costumes. Sephiel and Xalatas walked out of the palace on the second floor hand in hand.

Different from Maiev's black queen's wedding dress, Sephiel's dragon dress is bronze and embellished with a small moving clock, which is full of the style of the bronze dragon army.

Behind her was the little dwarf Chromie, who was happily grabbing a marshmallow and licking it. That was her bridesmaid today.

Xal'atath rarely wore his favorite black clothes today, but instead put on a fiery red pandaren-style dress.

As Black's goblin, the Ancient Master was very aware of the strange feelings the little master had towards Pandaria. She obviously knew how to catch Black's eyeballs at a glance.

Maiev raised her head on the first floor, and Sephiel and Xal'atath lowered their heads.

The three women's eyes collided, but no terrifying sparks or lightning were produced.

Because in the next moment, with the sound of armor clashing, Fenner, who had long hair shawl and little makeup, but wore a phoenix battle skirt and a white wedding dress together, creating a very unique heroic style, also walked out of her room.

"I thought you would wear a helmet on this occasion today. It can at least cover your big muscular face."

Xal'atath couldn't help but sneered.

Fenner's response to this was rather simple.

She curled her lips, casually held the broken blade pendant on her wrist, and waved it demonstratively at Xalatas, meaning, if you continue to talk nonsense, you bitch, there will only be four women attending the wedding today.

"Hey, hey, hey, today is your big day, so don't be so nervous, okay?"

Blake's helpless voice sounded from the last room.

He didn't wear anything very exaggerated, but he had to change into the traditional Kul Tiran gentleman's dress as his mother insisted on.

However, the rosy-faced Princess Calia Menethil, who followed behind Black, was the most inconspicuous among the brides, but she was probably the biggest winner today.

This princess is also thoughtful.

Her hands always brushed her flat belly, and this action immediately made her the common enemy of other brides.

"All it takes is a curse."

Xal'atas said slyly.

"No, it only takes a moment to go back in time and no one will find out."

Sephiel, who was always virtuous and virtuous, also brushed his hair and responded softly with a smile.

"Sisters, this is Revendreth, this is the Kingdom of Shadows, we don't need to do anything."

Maiev expressionlessly stretched out her hand to point at the bloodthirsty demon blade beside her that was already eager to try, while Fenna put her hands on her hips and looked Caliya up and down. She curved a dangerous smile and said:

"Perhaps after cutting it open we will be surprised to find that there is nothing inside."

Four completely different cold auras came over, causing Princess Calia Menethil to shrink her head and subconsciously hide behind her husband.

Blake shook his head and sighed:

"Everyone, I have to tell you some sad news. I have just personally confirmed that we have been tricked by the Queen of Winter."

"Um?"

The other four brides frowned at the same time, and saw Lord Evil God reaching out and placing his hand gently on Caliya's flat belly. He said softly helplessly:

"Remember the eldest daughter?

Gristia's soul has been sent into the cycle of life and death by the Queen of Winter herself. She has made a home in the belly of an expectant mother in the material world and will be born in ten months.

Guess whose home that bitch Winter Queen sent her sister to? "

"How dare she!"

Fenner was the first to jump up.

A warrior's brain is always very useful in this kind of thing, but Maiev frowned and glanced at the sky, and she said:

"This is not something the Winter Queen and an Eternal dare to decide, right? I guess Ms. Elune is also involved?"

"What else can I say?"

Blake sighed, stretched out his hand to straighten the silver crescent moon emblem pinned to his collar, and said:

“It’s such a helpless thing to have a happy-go-lucky boss. This is probably her wedding gift to me. It’s really a ‘surprise’.

But the matter has come to this, and there is no way to change it. This matter cannot be disclosed to others. A gestating cosmic soul will attract a lot of unnecessary peeps.

Nasa, and Sera. "

The pirate looked at the two watcher leaders behind Maiev and said:

"Before my second child is born, please."

"ding ding ding"

The pleasant bells rang outside the palace, together with the music made by the Condemner priests and the Gryon deacons. The wedding was about to begin. Black nodded to his wives and walked towards the door with a smile.

Today is his big day.

You have to smile, well, keep it this kind of hypocritical and gentle.

"boom"

A loud bang interrupted all the music.

Amidst the noisy sound, a super powerful magic hit the palace wall of Naslia Fort. It did not damage the thick palace wall, but the unique magic flow caused a space teleportation hole to appear strangely around Blake. .

Five brides rushed here at the same time.

But they saw the pirate waving his hands to them, indicating that there was no need to be nervous.

The next moment, when the blue dragons rushed into the wedding scene noisily to attract attention, Lord Evil God disappeared in that precise space transmission.

The moment the pirate groom disappeared, the five brides saw the phantom of the little star in the queen's robe deliberately projected into the palace.

The little star with the crown put her hands on her hips and shouted to them in the background of a group of young dragons flying around:

"You don't want to play with me! I hate you!"

"I tell you, this marriage! I don't agree with it!!!"