Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Prince Renasor would feel like he was about to collapse.

The noble man who was exiled to the Maw must now prick himself with the ritual dagger he carries every ten minutes to prevent himself from falling into confusion.

He has been in the Maw for a long time.

He had seen with his own eyes how the confused hapless people went to collapse step by step and were willingly put into the warden's cage as animatronics.

To survive in the Maw, an optimistic mood is an absolutely necessary basic ability, so the already disgraced prince tried hard to recall Revendreth's lively, hypocritical and interesting banquet scene, imagining that he actually Not in the Maw, but in the gorgeous Nathria Castle, holding a wine glass and drinking wine with the Venthyr ladies.

But the scary thing is that those once vivid memories have now turned gray.

His Highness the Prince knew that he had to quickly find other sources of emotions, otherwise he might soon be unable to withstand the invisible pressure from the Devouring Abyss to choose people to eat.

He yawned widely, shook his head to clear his groggy mind, put down his sleeves to cover his scarred arms, and then carefully walked out of the cave where he was hiding.

This is a complex system of caves connected to each other underground like a marmot's nest. Several large and small tunnels are connected together, allowing the prince and a group of "resistance forces" he has temporarily summoned under his command to avoid daily routines. The Deepsworn patrols at regular intervals.

Although Zoval would not deliberately send out pursuers to hunt down fugitives like them, but if they accidentally ran into a patrol, they would still be rearrested.

Those Oathsworn are not difficult to deal with.

After all, His Highness the Prince was once a reaper of sins. He was an expert in sin magic. Although he did not have the powerful soul blade in his hands, he could defeat a group of Yuansworn warriors with his bare hands.

Unfortunately, in this hellish place called the Maw, the end of a battle often means the beginning of another long hunt and escape. The power he can use on the Warden's territory is endless.

There is absolutely no need to waste time entangled with those undead spirits.

"Cheer up, everyone."

The prince tried hard to look commander-in-chief. He walked out of his cave and waved his fist at the thirty silent spirits in front of him and said:

"We took action in an hour and quickly crossed the Torment Plains to the Temaculun Fortress. The fortress group there was previously attacked by unknown forces and was ignited and collapsed. Zovar's forces have already evacuated there, and it seems that they have no intention of returning. The crumbling fortress was recently repaired.

We can rest there.

As far as I know, the fortresses of the Abyssworn are protected by runes, which can temporarily protect us from the torture of the abyss. Hold on, brothers, we will be able to breathe a sigh of relief when we get there.

There are also those mysterious forces that can defeat Zoval's men. If we can contact them, we have a chance to rescue those suffering warriors from that evil tower. "

To be honest, His Royal Highness's strategy is clear and his action plan is highly executable, which fully proves that even under the torture of the power of the Abyss, he still maintains a very good thinking ability.

The problem is that the spirits under his command who have escaped from the cage are really in no mood to discuss tactics with His Highness.

They were all souls who fell into the Abyss because of the downtime of the Eternal Arbiter. Unlike Prince Renathol, they were not born in the Kingdom of Shadows and naturally did not have the protection of flesh and blood bodies.

The pressure they endure in this place is more terrifying than His Highness.

Being able to follow the prince all the way from the Dominion Sanctuary to here has proven that these souls are tough and courageous, but in the Maw, courage is not enough to transform into real power to help them persevere.

Reinasol did not blame these spirits for not supporting them. He knew that they were under great pressure and took the time to check the status of these souls. The results were very worrying.

Some of the spirits in the worst condition are so sluggish that they have difficulty responding to external stimuli.

They are like springs stretched to their limits and losing their vitality.

It's only a matter of time before the will breaks down.

"Come on, eat a little, it will make you feel better."

His Highness the Prince half-knelt beside those sluggish spirits. He raised his hand and put a ball of blood-like psychic power on his fingertips and fed it to these sluggish souls.

The latter moved like hounds that had smelled food. They hungrily devoured the anima given to them by the prince before regaining some consciousness.

They tremblingly thanked the prince, and other souls saw this scene and were grateful to Reinasol.

Yes, they have been able to persist until now because Prince Reinasol has been "feeding" them with his own heart energy.

In the Maw and even the entire Shadow Realm, anima is the most basic energy source. It has many wonderful uses, and using it to enhance the power of the soul is only the most basic use.

But in the Maw, just a little bit of fresh anima is enough to give these tired souls the motivation to persevere.

However, all the anima in this place belongs to Zoval. Every trace of anima that escapes will be absorbed by the chains of control throughout the Maw. There is no other free anima here. Although Prince Renathor is powerful, , but being an "animated cow" every day has made him overwhelmed.

But this is also the reason why His Highness the Prince was able to raise a "resistance army" in this desperate place. These souls were not deceived by his eloquent words as a Venthyr. They were rescued by His Highness the Prince. Give him your allegiance.

Like a ray of light in the darkness of hell

It always attracts souls who are unwilling to surrender to the darkness like moths to a flame.

"Hold on, everyone."

King Renasor raised his head, rubbed his forehead tiredly, and said:

"We'll leave in an hour."

After saying that, he dragged his body back to his small cave. He desperately needed to take a rest.

In fact, he was also very confused. Even if he reached the ruins of Temaculun Fortress, he might not really be able to find hope, but he could not expose his weakness in front of his subordinates.

He has become the backbone of these spirits, and he must carry them forward until he falls.

"Hey, look who this is! Old Gani actually found a true saint in the hell-like abyss!"

The strange sound rang out from Renasor's cave, causing the tired Prince to wake up suddenly. He raised his hand with a swipe, and a bloody sword was held in his hand, pointing forward in a formal manner.

In the dim blood-colored light, His Highness the Prince vaguely saw a strange creature lying on his sleeping blanket, fiddling with his belongings with his flexible claws. His wretched appearance looked like a garbage man.

"Put down the dangerous things in your hands!"

Old Ghani, hiding in the shadows, screamed:

"I feel like it can poke a hole in my poor spirit clone! Hey, you ground rats are really hard to find. Your name is Reinasol, right?

I heard that he is the son of a wealthy man. How did you get into trouble with your father? It seems that you must be very bad to be thrown into such a place by him. "

"Huh? Not the warden's bastard?"

His Royal Highness was also surprised.

He dispersed the Sword of Sin in his hand and turned it into a ball of light like a candle, floating in front of him, illuminating the cave and revealing Old Garni's figure.

A spirit with such a bad personality and such a lively personality was obviously not the same person as the group of bitter and hateful Silencers under Zoval, which somewhat relieved Reinasol.

Then, he took a step forward and said to Lao Gani urgently:

"Were you the ones who destroyed Temaculun Fortress before? Are you here to fight the warden? To overthrow Zoval's rule on this land?

Can you add me? "

"Oh, poor child."

Old Garni held a tattered Sin Reaper robe in his paws. While he was putting the prince's former robe on his body, he moved his cunning eyes and looked up and down at Reinasol. After a few seconds, he explain:

"You must be dizzy. How can you make your purpose so clear at the first opening? You are probably going to go crazy from being tortured by this hellish place. It's so miserable.

But what you said is right. The fortress was indeed breached by us. I and my collaborators smashed the damn tower together. It was not difficult at all.

But I don’t understand what you’re talking about about resistance and rebellion.

You need to talk to another bad, bad guy.

I'll find him right away. "

Old Garni's figure became more illusory, and His Highness the Prince immediately noticed that the broken decorations and robes he had carried with him after being thrown into the abyss had been taken away by this strange spirit.

This made him feel like he had encountered a thief, but now that he was asking for help, His Highness the Prince had to endure this feeling.

A few seconds later, under Reinasol's expectant gaze, a shadow appeared in front of the Prince of Sin carrying a huge will as if it had been given life, sealing the entire cave and allowing darkness to fall.

He couldn't see clearly what was in front of him, but he was certain that he was definitely a powerful guy.

"I am not a rebel as you say. In fact, I maintain a very good relationship with Mr. Zoval. He just gave me ninety-nine epic anima orbs as a gift."

The voice said bluntly to Prince Renathor:

"So don't expect me to help you complete this impossible resistance. In addition, your father and I are also close allies. You may have heard of my name.

You can call me 'The Quiet One'. "

"Ah, it's you!"

As if struck by lightning, His Highness took a few steps back and turned the sword of sin to point forward. All his expectations were in vain, which made the tired and desolate prince look older.

Black didn't pay attention to Renasor's disobedient act of raising a weapon against him. He was observing the sinful prince in front of him.

Well, the face shape is indeed somewhat similar to Denathrius, but he is slimmer and does not have the Emperor's iconic long horns. His long white hair should have been very elegant before, but it turned white after being tortured by the Maw. , the sunken eye sockets look like he hasn’t had a good rest for a long time. Of course, he may also be born with kidney deficiency.

There is a goatee on his chin, and I don’t know how he got this strange taste.

The supposedly gorgeous black light armor on his body was in tatters, and the Venthyr's iconic spiked riding boots were also covered with dirt and stains. It seemed that the long hard life had made him temporarily give up the sick elegance of the Venthyr. and the pursuit of luxury.

Overall, the down-and-out prince was in really bad shape at this time. Blake could easily feel the restlessness in his soul, the hesitation and the tyranny he had been suppressing and the peace that was quickly dissipating.

But his foundation is very strong.

After staying in the Maw for so long, he still had the energy to share his anima with other spirits. He was worthy of being the first child created by the Emperor himself. The Emperor gave him almost all the good things in Venthyr's eyes.

"Go to the ruins of Temaculun Fortress."

Black couldn't stay in the Maw for too long, as this would attract the attention of Zovar's flying demonic eyes, so the pirate just said briefly:

"There are still some weapons and armor left by the Yuansworn there to arm you. Your anima is running out and cannot support the persistence of those souls for a long time.

You must start hunting.

Harvest anima from Zoval's minions to replenish and strengthen yourself, and my friend Old Garni will help you hide.

If you still have the energy left, try your best to rescue the souls who fell here in the Maw. Just like you rescued your subordinates, you are a good commander. The premise is that you must abandon the weakness in your heart, Reinasol.

Your failed rebellion in Revendreth should teach you a few lessons.

Be patient and bide your time. "

"Aren't you their ally?"

Renasor asked in surprise, and Blake curled his lips and said:

"If you think that I am your father's loyal comrade-in-arms, it means that you don't understand me at all, poor guy. Just because I cooperate with them doesn't mean that they are my only choice.

How could the Emperor have such a childish child like you?

It seems that I usually dote on you too much, allowing you to use your own wisdom to discover clues but unable to see the whole thing.

It’s not your fault either.

Your rank is still too low.

Form your army here. You will come in handy. Don’t ask any unnecessary questions. It’s not that you can’t leave Maw Abyss, you just haven’t mastered the correct method.

But now is not the time to reveal the answer.

Be patient, prince. If you want to return to your hometown for revenge, you have to get down to business and learn the skills of governance. "

While Black was talking to Prince Renathor, in the tunnel outside the cave, the Silent One was also talking to the tenacious souls gathered by Renathol.

But the conversation was much shorter.

"Report your identity, soldiers!"

Blake was suspended in the air in his most common posture, and shouted something to the various souls in front of him. The souls were stunned for a moment, and then they all stood up and straightened their backs.

A deep voice echoed in the tunnel:

"Centurion Jade of the First Legion of Blackrock Spire reports to you! Your Excellency the Silent One."

"The gunnery commander of the Second Fleet of Kul Tiras reports to you! Your Highness."

"The hunter commander of the Silver Wing Sentinel Legion reports to you! Lord Moon Shadow."

"The commander of the Khaz Modan Tank Battalion reports to you!"

"The captain of the Shado-Pan black-clad guard is reporting to you!"

"The twenty-seventh combat team of the Yaqi Empire's Heroic Sequence, the Reserve Heroes, are reporting to you!"

Tired but still energetic answers echoed in the tunnel. As Black expected, most of the souls united by Renathor came from Azeroth.

The ongoing demonic war there sent these warriors into the Shadow Realm.

In fact, according to Black's observations in Torghast Tower of Sinful Souls, more than half of the souls currently entering the Maw are from Azeroth.

This made the pirate's mouth curve into a "planned" smile.

He coughed a few times, waved to the warriors of all races who were looking at him, and said:

"How does it feel to die? Soldiers from home.

I know you feel that this should not be the beginning of your story after your death. In fact, it is indeed the case. Because of some destined mistakes, you lost the opportunity to go to your respective heavens.

But I don't think that's a bad thing.

This means that you can re-enter a new, eternal battlefield as a warrior. The weak prince of Venthyr has introduced this world to you.

Don't be afraid, warriors, you and I are here with a great mission. This is also part of this grand war, and you...

You are just the vanguard of the Legion of Azeroth!

Just as we rushed into Argus and shattered the arrogant ambitions of the Burning Legion, we will also interpret the courage and iron will of the people of Azeroth in this dead world.

This is your task.

Survive in this hell-like world and wait for the arrival of follow-up reinforcements. "

"My lord! Are we going to fight the warden here?"

An orc warlord shouted.

Blake nodded, waved and said:

"We will go to war against this world of death! We will go to war against the black hands who distorted destiny! We will return to them ten times and a hundred times the suffering they have given us!

Don't worry about reinforcements, our reinforcements are everywhere!

The foolish gods started the war. They thought they had a great advantage, but we will tell them with practical actions that they can start the war at will, but the power of when this war will end is in our hands!

Warriors, since they want war, then we will give them war!

Keep at it and you will win this battle!

For Azeroth! "