Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Fenna has a plan to conquer Maldraxxus, and it's so mysterious that she doesn't want to say more. However, the elven warrior's wisdom has indeed improved a lot recently, and she can be seen orderly directing the progress of the Academy of Creation. All kinds of preparations can tell that she is definitely not immersed in doing it on a whim.

She really has a plan.

The pirate thought for a moment during the Sage Time and guessed that Fenna's confidence must be related to the Soul Selection Secret Academy. To put it more directly, it must be related to the old roar who was sent to this terrible place by Black. .

Maybe this plan was tailor-made by Laohou for his sister.

Well, although Laohou also has a standard warrior mentality, he has at least been a chief of a clan. After coming to the Shadow Kingdom and being reborn, he was exempted from the mental damage caused by the demon blood and regained the strategic thinking of his youth. He wanted to be in a short time It may be a bit uncertain to unify this chaotic place, but there is absolutely no problem in adding a fire to this chaos.

Thinking of this, Black wanted to see Grom Hellscream, who was said to have cut down the entire Soul Selection Academy before becoming the Psychic Marquis.

By the way, he still has a gift in hand for Lao Hou.

In the setting sun of Maldraxxus, the floating city of the Creation Academy has approached the mountains where the Soul Selection Academy is located. From the window of the command hall of the floating city, one can even overlook the huge Soul Selection Academy in the mountains. Group of buildings.

It is a war fortress that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. There is no luxury at all. In short, it is full of the iron-blooded flavor that Maldraxxus should have.

"You are with me now! Although I know that I can't shake the relationship between you and Maiev, but when you are with me, please don't think about a man who can strangle a clefthoof cow with one hand, okay? ?”

But Blake, who was standing by the window looking like he was thinking deeply, was quickly criticized.

Standing next to him and leaning against the window, Her Majesty the Queen of Creation, wearing a nightgown, lazily held a glass of strong wine prepared by Maldraxxus for the warriors, sipping and fiddling with her long hair.

The soothed contentment on her face filled her with a peaceful "sage" attitude, like a rare moment of tranquility for a wild warrior.

The elf warrior glanced at his bratty brother and guessed what he was thinking. He looked down helplessly at the Soul Selection Secret Academy not far away, and said softly:

"Laohou will be here soon. You can ask whatever you want at that time. He is actually quite grateful to you. He was very merciless when I lost to him last time, even though he said he couldn't bear to see it. Even though a good soldier died outside his hometown, I actually know that at least half of the friendship between that last missed ax blow was because of you."

Fenner drank the wine in her hand, leaned against the window and curled up her legs, playing with a sharp bone dagger like a rebellious girl.

With the skill of a butterfly piercing a flower, she said to Blake, who was staring at her finger:

"I have never seen a crazy greenskin trust a human so much. Although I don't know what happened to the two of you on Argus, I am sure that you are definitely Grom Hellscream's confidant. "

"Well, that's really an honor for me."

Lord Evil God tried hard to move his eyes away from Fenner's overly flexible fingers. As he spoke, he recalled something that had happened a long, long time ago.

In fact, now that I think about it, I really shouldn’t have laughed at the old mage Khadgar’s thirty-seven seconds.

No matter how powerful a warrior's skills are, they will definitely not be able to match the legendary thief. It is indeed inhumane to let a mage undergo such a "trial".

Tsk, tsk, I wrongly blamed him.

"What are you thinking about?"

Fenna asked suddenly, with a weird smile on her face that was so cunning that even an old pervert like Blake felt that she had been seen through. The elf warrior moved his slender fingers intentionally or unintentionally, and then stuck out the tip of his tongue to taste it. The taste of the wine left on his fingertips was the same. This suggestive action made the Pirate Pirates shake his head.

The next moment, he said confidently:

"I was just thinking about your previous request. If we are going to summon Dean Blue Moon and the other lichs to Maldraxxus, we might as well make the game bigger!"

"Um?"

Fenner blinked, showed an interested expression, and said:

"Elaborate."

"Look, you now have control of the Academy of Creation. Laohou commands the Academy of Soulselection. You two organizations are the most powerful forces in Maldraxxus in frontal combat, but your three opponents are not. Not an unknown person.

The espionage and infiltration capabilities of the House of Sharp Eyes are unparalleled in the Shadow Kingdom. Even the assassins of the House of Sharp Eyes are lurking in Nathria Castle; the House of Ritual is rich in the most powerful and ruthless spellcasters in the entire Shadow Realm. As long as the lichs seize the opportunity, they can even destroy all the armies of the Soul Selection Secret Academy and the Creation Secret Academy in one wave.

Finally, there is the Chamber of Decay

That ghost place has little frontal combat capability, and its spellcasting ability is far inferior to that of the Liches, let alone infiltration and fighting behind enemy lines. Their only advantage lies in their top-notch research on potions and plagues.

Give the Blight Apothecaries a chance, and they could lay waste to all of Maldraxxus with a horrific plague that even they themselves can't control. "

Blake narrowed his eyes, rubbed his chin, and said:

"It will be very difficult for you to fight head-on, so just like you and Laohou want to find 'foreign aid' to infiltrate the ritual secret courtyard, we can issue a 'challenge' to the rulers of the other three secret courtyards at the same time.

This is the rule of Maldraxxus.

No powerful person can refuse a challenge based on the rules of war. Of course, the spokespersons we send must first prove their abilities in various secret chambers.

There is a "lich combination" composed of Dean Lanyue and Old Meili in the Ritual Secret Academy. I have absolute confidence in them.

Let Kel'Thuzad go to the Chamber of Withering! He's been studying the plague privately at the academy, which is taboo, but maybe we can use it now.

Finally, there is the House of the Sharp Eye, and I think it would be a very good idea to bring in Garona Harfoulson and Lady Vashj. "

"Well, about that, actually."

Fenna suddenly looked strange when she heard this. She thought about it and said to her brother:

"There is no need to make arrangements with the Ruiyan Secret Academy, Laohou has already made arrangements. Don't look at me with that look, brother, I can guarantee that there will be absolutely no problem with Lao Daobaozi's arrangements this time.

You may be able to see the 'spies' we have planted in the Sharp Eyes Academy soon. "

"Huh? Are you trying to laugh me to death?"

Blake showed an exaggerated expression and said hilariously:

"Two warriors also joined forces to plant spies in the assassin ancestors and the den of thieves in the Shadow Kingdom? What gave you two the courage to carry out this plan?

Hey, this kind of thing is seriously inconsistent with your style. Don't do it again. "

"Just laugh!"

Finna snorted as she was laughed at, jumped down from the window, and jumped to Blake's side. She grabbed it with her nimble fingers, and she showed a confident smile to Blake as she was heading towards the yellow dragon, and said:

"You will soon know where our confidence comes from. I'm waiting for you to apologize to me. Hey, I'm going to change clothes. Laohou should be here soon.

Behave presentable for a while and don't embarrass the Queen of Creation, okay? "

"Well."

Blake curled his lips, winked and said to Fenner:

"Can you spare ten minutes for me before our meeting?"

"ten minutes?"

The elf warrior moved his fingers, rubbing them back and forth like a sharp knife out of its sheath, licked his lips and said sarcastically eagerly:

"Three minutes is about right? Do you want to take a gamble?"

——

Laohou is a stylish warrior.

Although he has been a styleless butcher for most of his life, when he is sober, he does occasionally assume the posture of a leader.

Such a bluffing gesture can easily be transformed into true leadership with the support of his great strength, especially in the damn wild place of Maldraxxus.

Even though Laohou was holding an ax and slashing all the way from the entrance to the Soul Selection Academy to the throne platform, he would kill him with a headshot if he encountered any obstacle, which did not save any face for the tough men of the Soul Selection Academy, but among the warriors The friendship or worship between us is so simple.

Grom Hellscream conquered the Soul Chosen Academy with one man and one axe, so he is the well-deserved new Soul Chosen Marquis. Even the previous Soul Chosen Marquis, Lord Caixus, was convinced of Lao Roar's courage and strength and volunteered. Demoted to Baron Soul Chosen, he became Lao Hou's right-hand man, assisting this violent soul to achieve a real career in this land of death.

Although I had heard Fenner tell some stories before about the Marquis of Caixus, who was known as "the most powerful man in Maldraxxus", there was indeed a little information about this mysterious guy in another memory, but in Creation In the floating city of the secret courtyard, when he saw with his own eyes this powerful man who fought with Lao Hou for a whole day and night, and was killed by Lao Hou with an ax at the last moment, the evil god still screamed in surprise.

"Oh my god, I actually saw a living Aldaki in this damn place!"

Blake, who accompanied the Queen of Creation to the secret meeting, looked up and down at the tall man next to Laohou. The guy was wearing a black full-face horn helmet. His upper body was naked and only decorated with half of the shoulder armor and hand guards. The lower body was wearing Wearing thick waist armor and leg armor, his whole appearance revealed a wild and powerful look.

He was holding a Maldraxxus-style decapitating ax in his hand. The eyes under his helmet emitted the unique green fluorescence of the undead, and his skin was also abnormally pale, which represented that he identity of.

When he heard Black tell his biggest secret, even though Baron Caixus had seen the storm in Maldraxxus, he couldn't help but look at Black a few more times.

"The Aldaqi? Is that the warrior civilization that wounded Sargeras?"

Fenna also became interested, with a warlike light shining in her eyes. She stared at Baron Caixus and wished she could fight this powerful guy now.

As for the old roar on the other side, there was no reaction.

This is normal. He is not a guy who likes history. He has not heard of the legend of the Aldachi people in the stars. Even if he has heard of it, it is not a big deal.

Isn't it just to cut the Titan?

It's not like the orcs have never done this before. What's the big deal?

"I'm not the person in the legend."

Baron Caixus was silent for a few seconds, then a deep voice sounded from under his full-face helmet and replied:

"I'm just an ordinary gladiator leader under His Majesty the Fearless. Please don't tell those past stories in front of me, it won't make me feel honored.

We failed after all. "

"Well."

Blake shrugged, glanced at Caixus, activated the ancient god's BB skills, and whispered to the silent warrior:

"I have seen the Aldrachi Glaive left behind by Torranal the Fearless. My dear friend, I have even seen that weapon up close, but it was not until I saw you in person that I discovered the weapon. The little bit of strange breath left behind belongs to you.

So, I guess, you are the unlucky brother who died at the hands of his own brother? It was you who single-handedly delivered Toranal to the Throne of the Fearless.

Are you also a brother-supporting demon? "

"What you said is strange, Evil God."

Baron Caixus was silent for a few seconds and responded in his soul:

"You do know a lot, but I must emphasize that my brother defeated me openly. I witnessed his great deeds in the vision of death. When the blood of the Dark Titan dripped on the stars, my brother was already transcendent. Beyond life and death.

I just feel endlessly proud of him.

But that is a thing of the past. Your Excellency, I believe you did not come here today to reminisce with me. Please talk to Lord Grom about business. "

"Okay, let's get down to business."

Only then did Black look at Laohou, who was still wearing the orc-style clan armor, except that he had a spiked crown made of steel on his head to represent his current status as the Soul-Chosen Marquis.

The decapitating ax he carried on his back was a rune weapon handmade by the bonesmith of the Soul Selection Academy. This blacksmith was a close disciple of the war master, and his forging skills were absolutely impeccable.

This battle ax that is very similar to Gorehowl is a complete psychic artifact, but it has some more control runes on the blade.

"You are not angry because I ignored you, the great Lord Soul Chosen."

The pirate spoke to Laohou in a long voice.

The latter had a cold face, just like a real undead, and said expressionlessly: "No, I don't feel offended at all, because this is the you I remember, Black Shaw.

If you start talking about business, I will think you are a fake.

Look at this almost instinctive provocation ability and method. It makes me, a dead old guy, want to pull out an ax and chop you. It's really nostalgic.

you.

You sent me here and blessed me with great victory, as you wish, Evil God. "

Laohou opened his arms and said to Blake:

"I have always won in this holy place of warriors. I like it here, the smell of war, the scorching wind, the coexistence of destruction and rebirth. Only the strong can keep climbing and the weak cannot set foot at all.

This is where a soul like me should come. My only regret is that I haven’t found many ‘old friends’ here. "

"Um?"

Blake suddenly frowned.

He stared at Lao Hao and said:

"You found an old friend here? Who is it? What does it have to do with tonight's conversation? Wait! I know, you planted a spy in the Sharp Eyes Academy!

Is it Draka, Durotan's wife?

Right? "

This moment was like a flash of lightning flashing through his mind, and some details that were almost blurry came into his mind, making Pirate Pirates feel like he had grasped the core elements of this plan.

His question also made Laohou's indifferent face show an expression of surprise. Apparently, Blake had accurately guessed one of his trump cards.

"You are worthy of being a prophet who shapes destiny. Playing such a trick of hiding one's head and showing one's tail in front of you is really humiliating oneself."

Grom let out a hoarse laugh, pointed to the completely dark night outside the floating city, and whispered to the Queen of Creation and her male companion:

"Be patient, friend, they are coming soon. The Sharp Eyes Academy will definitely become a member of our joint force. I have already seen that glorious future."

"them?"

The pirate curled his lips and said:

"Who else but Draka?"

"Can't you guess it? Lord Prophet."

Laohou shrugged like a living person and said:

"Who among us orcs can successfully enter the Sharp-Eye Secret Academy after death and hold a high position in a short time? As a race that is not good at birthing assassins, the orcs, who are famous for their assassination and lurking in history, are very powerful. It’s only those few who got up, right?”

"No way?"

Blake instantly thought of a very troublesome guy. Well, according to Grom, the probability of that guy being able to make it in Maldraxxus is really high.

This made Master Xie Shen glance at Lao Hou with his teeth pinched, and complained:

“You greenskins are going to heaven!

It's not enough to stir up trouble in the material world. Even after everyone dies, they can't rest at ease. Fortunately, I pinned Brox down in the material world, otherwise Maldraxxus would be very lively. "

"That's exactly what I want to tell you!"

Laohou suddenly said seriously:

"I want you to send Brox Saurfang into Maldraxxus as well. I can conquer this land, which is easy, but I cannot rule it.

No one knows my flaws better than me

I need him.

In other words, this land needs a warrior who is beyond great, and I, I obviously still lack something. "

"Maybe you can change and learn from him."

Blake blinked and made a suggestion. Laohou sneered and said:

"If it can be corrected, is it still called a defect?"

"Emmmm, what you said makes sense. It seems that experiencing death is indeed helpful for soldiers to think."

Lord Evil God rubbed his chin and looked out the window at the night.

After a moment, he said:

"Let's do this. I'll think about it before you finish fighting for me."

"Fighting for you?"

Grom glanced at Blake. He didn't ask for details, just asked:

"Where is the enemy?"

"Don't worry."

The evil pirate god waved his hand and said comfortingly:

"This is not something that can only be accomplished by one of the Soul Selection Secret Colleges. You must first become the talker of the five secret colleges before you are qualified to take over this task from me.

You know what I mean? "

Ps:

I have no idea what happened in the last chapter, and the current review scale is so funny.