Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"We have found clues to the Mark of the Soldier Master in Kesia. Although the process was not smooth, we have basically locked the trajectory of the Soldier Master's movements in Kesia before he disappeared.

In short, there are many weird guys here who call themselves "servers of the gods".

They stayed in Kesia for a long time and were said to be guarding the secrets hidden in this land.

If we didn't know Zaresantis, this information would of course be important, but the good news is that we have an omnipotent prophet on our side to guide us, so the news that the servants of the gods are desperately guarding is in front of us. Comes worthless. "

When Black returned to Revendreth through the Anima Mirror and was waiting in the underground hall for General Draven to fine-tune the Mirror leading to Maldraxxus, he took the time to talk to Nag who was still in the Maw. Farr got in touch.

The person who answered the call was Princess Nagfar. According to the pirate's baby daughter, the two mothers had already led the team deep into Kesia, and they might not be able to contact her in the past few days.

"Then how did you deal with those servants of the gods?"

Blake held his pipe in his mouth and asked while grabbing the Seal of Black Clothes. Nagfar, who was opposite the projection, moved the perspective of the conversation so that Blake could see the group of god-servers on the deck of the ghost ship who were wiping the deck.

she says:

"Because the ghost sailors wanted to go ashore to look for the treasure, so I caught these chattering guys on the ship and made them do hard work. They didn't refuse, but they kept telling me that they saw it in the guidance of destiny. future.

Also, Dad, you will destroy the entire existence of the Shadow Kingdom.

They were trying to instigate me, but I just took it as a joke. It was actually pretty boring here in Kesia anyway. It's strange that these servants of the gods, Dad, they don't resist, they work hard and are peaceful. It's incredible.

If they are asked to clean the deck, they will clean the deck. Even if no one is watching, they will not run away. After finishing their work, they will gather together and talk to each other.

Why do you feel like a group of fanatic believers? It makes people feel uncomfortable. "

"For them, this is probably part of their self-understanding of destiny. That's how they are. They can be desperate because of destiny's guidance, but they can also be depressed because of destiny's silence.

The only mission of these guys from birth to death is to interpret the destiny and maintain the destiny. They have no such thing as individual thinking and ideal wishes. "

The pirate yawned and explained to his precious daughter:

"Don't have too much communication with those servants of God. Those guys are very good at convincing themselves and others that they can indeed see a limited part of the future, but they are not prophets.

It’s important to keep this in mind and take their advice but don’t do exactly what they say.

After you get the Mark of the Soldier Master, transfer all the God-servers on the ship to Zoval. He has plenty of ways to deal with these nagging bastards. "

"Yeah, I know."

Nagfar made an OK gesture to her father, and she changed the topic and said:

"This time, after Mother Sephiel and the little bitch Xalatas come back, we are going back to the Maw to make supplies. When will those guys that daddy mentioned come?

Do they have the guts to follow us and do this big thing in the Shadow Realm? "

"Soon."

Lord Evil God was unwilling to discuss this issue too much. He took off his pipe and said to his daughter:

"What is supposed to come will come. Please wait patiently in the Castle of Destruction. Remember to help me pay attention to the situation with Prince Renasor. If they need help, you can help them appropriately without exposing you."

Having said this, Black saw General Draven standing next to the activated Maldraxxus Magic Mirror and gesturing to him to open the passage.

It's ready to be teleported.

The pirate nodded and said goodbye to Nagfar:

"Say thank you to Sephiel and Xalatath for your hard work. Maiev and I are looking forward to the day when we can meet you again. My good daughter, if you endure this deadline, you and I will both get something. Freedom and everything we desire.”

"I don't care. As a ghost ship, I think my current life is quite interesting. Carrying a group of ghost pirates to hunt for treasures in the ruins left by the First Born is a pastime that fits the pirate ship lifestyle.

But I doubt that the two women you miss will not be happy about it. "

Princess Mononoke grinned, put a black pirate hat on her head, blew a kiss to her father to say goodbye, and said:

"Xalatath is a famous jealous person in the pirate world. Although Mother Sephiel seems to be non-competitive on the surface, she also has her own ideas in her heart.

They can accompany you to find Maiev so that the man you fall in love with will not spend the rest of his life in loss and pain. But after you find Maiev, dad, you will have to spend your whole life to repay the two mothers for their sacrifice. Paid.

This may give me some warning and make me be more cautious when dealing with relationships in the future. I don’t want to make the same mistakes as you old men and women. "

"You little brat, stop worrying about adults' affairs!"

Black said with a wooden face.

His daughter immediately made a face and said "slightly" to her father:

"I'm in a hurry, dad, you're in a hurry. It seems that I have indeed inherited your super strength in ridicule, and I am undoubtedly my own daughter."

"I think you want to piss me off so you can inherit my pirate treasure, but you have a good idea. Your little aunt is the first in line to inherit."

Pirate Pirate curled his lips and reached out to turn off the communication projection. He lowered his head and grinned and said:

"They say that a daughter is an old father's caring little cotton jacket, but I think you and your Aunt Fenna are too close, and this has become a sinister thing.

Okay, I'm going to find Fenner.

God knows what trouble she caused in Maldraxxus, and I want to take her away before it becomes irreversible.

Anyway, good-bye, Proudmoore girl, remember to write to your grandfather and two grandmothers if you have nothing to do. The lonely old man can rely on the letters from his children and grandchildren for the rest of his life. "

After finishing the chat, Blake blew out the smoke ring happily and whistled again, summoning back the little fish man and his pet Moonberry who were rummaging around for good things in the nooks and crannies of the underground palace.

They are heading to their next destination.

"The magic mirror of Maldraxxus is different from the other two realms."

Before crossing the Mirror Path, General Draven explained to Black:

"When that warlike kingdom was first established, magic for external teleportation was in effect. No matter what spell-casting techniques were used for all external teleportations, their final destination would be directed to the Arena of Death in the center of the Maldraxxus kingdom.

People there call the arena the 'Theater of Death'.

They have their own rules. The warlike guys stubbornly believe that Maldraxxus does not welcome weaklings and cowards, so any outsider who enters that country must first experience a brutal melee of a hundred people.

Only those who survive the melee will be allowed to stay in Maldraxxus for a long time, so be prepared for a fight. "

"how about you?"

The evil god glanced at General Stoneman, who shrugged in a humane manner, took out a badge of the fallen theater champion from his Stoneman backpack and pinned it on his armor, then curled his lips and said:

"How do you think I know the rules of that ghost place? I almost died on the land of the Lord of War when I was secretly shaping these passages for the emperor.

The day I went there, that damn arena was holding its annual Masters Tournament, and I was forced to have a 13-man melee with the champion who was decided every month in the arena.

But how to say it?

I'm still better. "

Speaking of this, General Delevingne seemed to touch some irreparable horrific carvings on his rock body as he recalled it, but his stone face was obviously somewhat proud.

Winning the championship in the Masters of Maldraxxus already shows that he is one of the top combatants in the entire Shadow Realm.

"Well, then you are really miserable."

The Pirate Pirate showed his trademark hapless smile and said:

"I feel that I will definitely not be so miserable that when I enter Maldraxxus, I will be forced to have a passionate fight with the crazy gladiator champions. Isn't it just a hundred people killed?

It's trivial. "

The evil god snorted, kicked the frightened little fish man, and then looked at Lord Moonberry, who was depressed because she was expelled from her hometown by the goblins. He grinned and was the first to step into the spinning circle in front of him. In the passage.

In fact, as Draven said, after entering the teleportation mirror, Blake did feel that the destination of the teleportation mirror was forcibly changed by strange magical power, allowing him to only cross out of the teleportation path along a fixed route. .

In the changes in the scene in front of him and the refraction of light, the first thing Lord Evil God perceived was the fanatical shouts coming from the stands around the pentagonal arena.

There is also a pungent and nauseating smell of blood. From his professional perspective, one or two fights are not enough to make the smell of blood on the ground under his feet so strong. It must be the long years of fighting that make this place come again and again. Soaked in blood, this land has even produced something similar to a "cursed aura".

Once souls with low life forms enter here, they will be forced into a violent state of mind, let go of all hesitation and thinking, and plunge into endless fighting like wild beasts.

This should be the characteristic of Maldraxxus, a war country.

Indeed, as Draven introduced, cowards and weaklings cannot survive in this country. Every life here is a fighter who survived brutal battles.

It's like the legendary Hell of Khorne.

"boring!"

Just a few seconds after Blake's figure appeared in the exciting and fierce gladiatorial competition, a low roar sounded from the sky.

The evil god raised his head and saw a gloomy split-winged beast that was very similar to a bipedal flying dragon flying over the arena. A huge and ferocious figure was riding on the armored flying dragon with a giant sword on his back.

He seemed dissatisfied with the melee, but he shouted at the top of his voice:

"It has been so long since the last hundred-man master battle ended, but only such low-level fighting can still be staged in this glorious arena. You idiots are simply an embarrassment to Maldraxxus!

The ferocious god-like Grom Hellscream has penetrated the Soul Chosen Academy and established a new war order with his terrifying axe. The new miracle Fenner Golden Sword born in this land also hacked Ga to death. Marquis Marquis, the Secret Academy of Creation has changed hands.

The House of Sharp Eyes is divided, and terrible torturers are seeking new killings.

Those foreign visitors to Azeroth showed unparalleled fighting power and dominance! Hell, the native gladiators of Maldraxxus were overwhelmed by them.

We have all become losers!

You trash!

Get them all trained on me!

today!

Just today, this arena will see a river of blood! "

"boom"

As soon as Master Wall, who was presiding over the gladiatorial battle in the sky, finished shouting, a large-scale shadow fury was casually hit by the evil god on the ground filled with the smell of blood.

At this moment, it was like a purple god's hand descended from the sky, hitting every inch of the ground in the fighting area of ​​the Theater of Death, crushing the skeletons, structures and stitching beasts who were fighting hard and fell to the ground. ground.

The arena that was bustling just now suddenly became quiet. After everyone lay down, the prophet in black who was still standing there became a firefly in the darkness, so bright and outstanding.

"Hello!"

Blake raised his head and looked at Master Wall in the sky. He blew out a smoke ring and said:

"You just mentioned Fenna Golden Sword, right? Who did you say she just hacked to death?"

"I have no obligation to answer any of your questions, powerful outsider!"

Master Wall looked at the weird guy in the arena below in bewilderment. His fighter instinct told him that this guy was quite dangerous, even more dangerous than Grom Hellscream and Finna Golden Sword.

But as the host of the Theater of Death and the "village elder" who welcomes "newcomers" to Maldraxxus, he still needs to tell this mysterious outsider the rules of this land.

"Ah, I understand."

Before Master Wall could speak, Blake on the ground rubbed his hands, reached out to hold the hilt of the sword behind his back, and said in a relaxed tone:

"A hundred heads, right? Come on then."

"Asshole, it's you who challenges us, not us. Oh, hell! Forget it, you bastards in Azeroth never play by the rules."

When Master Wall saw Black pulling out a cold rune sword, he knew that something was going to be difficult today.

He also felt a little sore at the moment.

After the last melee of a hundred master gladiators with Fenner Golden Sword, the stitching work of the dismantled champions was just completed yesterday.

Including Master Wall himself, his body had just been re-stitched by psychics.

This guy obviously came here with bad intentions today. It is estimated that after this battle, he will go back to the hate factory.

But the warriors of Maldraxxus were never afraid of challenges, so Master Vol jumped down from his winged beast, smashed it on the ground in front of Black, drew out the brutal bone sword with his backhand, and grabbed the horn and blew it. .

Amidst the low-pitched calls, the fence passages at the five corners of the Theater of Sadness and Death were opened, and one ferocious figure walked out of it one after another.

The spectators in the stands were going crazy with joy.

How long has it been since the last free "100-player Masters Tournament"? There is a new Masters Tournament to watch.

They liked this rhythm. Those skeletons were waving tattered battle flags, shouting and cheering for their favorite gladiator champions. Some were so excited that they even took off their own heads and tossed them around. Come to "warm up" the war that is about to begin.

"I don't know since when, more and more people have come to Azeroth. You bastards have killed two psychic marquises, turned two secret chambers upside down, and the third secret chamber leader It may also be born between you.

Your arrival has thrown Maldraxxus into chaos. "

Master Wall reached out and pulled his hood down. He held the brutal bone sword and said to Blake:

"But since the disappearance of the war master, I haven't seen such a dynamic Maldraxxus for a long time. Your appearance has re-injected burning passion into this sluggish war country.

For that, we all have you to thank.

I'm also very curious, what kind of changes will you, a powerful visitor from Azeroth, bring to this ancient land? "

"Change? No, no, no."

Blake clasped the buzzing Salamani with both hands, and gently pulled it while the fingers intertwined. As the sharp blades screamed, the two one-handed long swords slid down on both sides of his body like outstretched wings.

Lord Silent One looked at the hundred gladiator champions gathered in front of him, and he said in a gentle tone:

"You know nothing about change, poor Maldraxxus warrior. The people you worship are just the few breezes I send out. I am the coming storm.

Open your eyes and watch carefully. I will help you who have lost your goals to find your fangs again. I will make you who are declining day by day become warriors again.

You are longing for war.

I will bring war to you, an eternal bloody battle.

No one is immune. "

"Ah, I'm beginning to look forward to everything you promised, outsider!"

Master Wall's eyes lit up under his hood. He felt that everything the guy in front of him said was so attractive to him. He was tired of staying in the arena to train new recruits all year round.

If there really is an eternal bloody battle that can be fought forever.

Ha, it’s a paradise-like future.

"Everything you describe is good, but we won't let it go."

Master Wall held the bone sword and shouted:

"A hundred heads! Not even one of them is enough. Come on, experience the warm welcome ceremony this land gives you."

"Well, I'm looking forward to it."

The pirate stretched his neck and said:

"I will use pure martial arts to play with you. Let me tell you a secret before the fight begins. Whether it is Grom or Fenner, they will both be defeated by me.

So, everyone, don’t have impossible illusions about victory. Non-existent hope is a kind of torture for you. Relax, come on, and enjoy the battle.

And spend your meaningless lives trying to please Me. "