Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"woo woo woo woo"

The low sound of the horn echoed in Maldraxxus with the arrival of another boring dawn in this desolate land full of strife. The battle-hardened warrior Master Vol, who had just stepped off the suture platform of the Theater of Death, was in the process of "Restorative training".

It had been dismantled four times in a row in just a few months, which made his "old bones" that could kill an armored bull with one knife overwhelmed.

Master Wall did not brag to Fenner or Blake.

He is indeed one of the oldest undead warriors born on the land of Maldraxxus. He was once a vanguard of the Soulchosen Academy, and even briefly served as the Soulchosen Baron for a certain period of time.

But that damn War Secret Academy is also a place with fierce competition. After being defeated by his subordinates, Master Wall lost his status, and his soul was lost in the long war that followed, which forced him to withdraw from active service. I can only die in this damn place, the Theater of Death, with full honor.

The job of training new recruits and gladiators is actually not boring for veterans. At least there are free gladiators to watch every day. Occasionally, if your hands are itchy, you can also have fun by yourself.

In the past countless days and nights, Master Wall has become accustomed to easily killing daredevils and challengers, which makes the days more and more boring.

But the dull days of the past few months have suddenly become exciting.

Grom Hellscream, Kargath Bladefist, Finna Golden Sword, Black Shaw, these weird souls from Azeroth are like depth charges thrown into the mire, suddenly destroying Mar Droxus was a tepid, damned place that was causing unrest.

A lot of people are complaining that these guys are too capable of causing trouble.

But for a hopeless war mongering veteran like Master Wall, who loves fighting and is obviously suffering from strong symptoms of war PTSD, he would rather live the current life of licking blood with the blade of a knife.

Even if this means that he will probably soon have to be dismembered and sutured for the fifth time.

"woo woo woo woo"

The second horn soon sounded again south of the Theater of Death, causing Master Wall, who easily defeated his five disciples with the brutal bone sword, to raise his head in confusion.

"The horn sound just now was the Soul Selection Secret Academy summoning warriors, and now the horn sound is the rally call of the Creation Secret Academy. What on earth is going on?

Why are the two horn sounds emitted from the direction of the leader's seat?

That place is not already”

"woo woo woo woo"

Before the veteran could react, the third cold and deathly cold horn sound sounded again.

This time it was the recruitment horn of the Ritual Chamber. Unlike the desolate horns of the warriors, the horns of the lichs were always weird and twisted, but they went straight into the soul.

"Something big happened!"

Master Wall reacted immediately.

He carried his blood-stained bone sword behind his back and summoned his armored winged beasts to fly over. At the same time, he punched and kicked his disciples and asked them to immediately summon all the gladiators in the theater of death to follow him. .

But all the disciples were still at a loss.

These souls who came to Maldraxxus in the "peaceful era" were completely unable to understand what it meant when the recruitment horns of the five great mysteries sounded one after another.

Well, although for nearly a thousand years, Maldraxxus has suffered hundreds of deaths every day due to internal struggles, and has been evaluated by the outside world as a realm of death that devours lives.

But real "locals" know that hundreds of people dying every day is nothing.

In the perception of the Maldraxxians, days without foreign wars or invasion of the territory by outsiders are regarded as a dull "peaceful era".

Master Wall, who was riding the Winged Beast, was furious when he saw his disciples running around. The poor quality of these new generation of young Maldraxxus warriors made veterans like him extremely disappointed.

Damn it.

These guys can only bully those armored wild bulls with weapons!

It takes five people to form a battle formation to deal with a doomsday lord. If those brokers are unfortunate enough to capture the abyss lord, then dozens of new recruits will have to swarm forward to repel the upper demon!

In his time, a veteran like him could deal with five or six faceless men by himself.

When Master Wall assisted Ascension Bastion in fighting the void invasion, he and his two brothers assassinated the injured General Krasis.

Horse riding! How did Maldraxxus, who was once full of martial virtue, turn into the crotchless person he is now? Just relying on these damn recruits, when can we return to the glory of the war country under the command of the Lord of War?

"What are you still doing? You idiots!"

In the echo of the fourth horn, Master Wall, who was extremely disappointed with the useless young people, shouted in despair:

"Listen! The horns of the Withered Chamber are also ringing. The five major chambers are gathering their own legions. This is the signal for the start of the all-out war in Maldraxxus!

According to ancient tradition, militia regiments that fail to assemble after three rounds of the recruitment horn of the Five Secret Courtyards are sounded will be treated as deserters!

Even if you are lucky enough to survive, you will still be sent to a punishment camp! "

The gladiator master scolded:

"I don't mind going to the punishment camp, where you can always get the most exciting battles, but you noobs probably won't survive the first day.

So for the sake of your miserable lives!

Immediately bring the good weapons and armor you have hidden secretly, bring the wild bulls and split-wing beasts you won in gladiatorial battles, and bring your war slaves!

Gather up the damn ones for me!

Follow me to the seat of the military master!

quick!

I don't want to miss this! Ah, the beautiful era of war is back, hahahaha, that evil god promised eternal war, eternal bloody battle.

Good days are coming. "

"Wal! Wall, you old thing! What are you waiting for? Didn't you hear that the five secret colleges are recruiting soldiers? Come on, there's going to be a war, total war! Total invasion!

This is so damn cool! "

Several old champion fighters who played well with Master Wall were shouting outside the door. This group of old swordsmen of different shapes roared happily as if they were celebrating the New Year:

"You were so scared that you peed your pants. I told you long ago that it would be more useful to cut off your leather pipe and replace it with a sword inside. Quick! I don't want those new recruits to underestimate us.

No matter who the target is this time!

I want to be a pioneer!

Ah, my nine swords are already thirsty. "

Just like the bustling theater of the dead, at dawn today when the recruitment horns of the five mysteries spread throughout Maldraxxus, the veterans living everywhere felt that the good times had returned.

The entire wilderness of Maldraxxus is filled with rampaging wild bull knights, and the sky is filled with dense crowds of splitwing beast knights.

They soar in the shadows of the floating city, they follow in the rear of the construct army, they assemble in the portals opened by the lich.

The long-dead Maldraxxus seemed to come alive in this prelude to war played at dawn.

It's like the helpless old men who suddenly found themselves regaining the vitality of their youth one morning. They were filled with joy and wanted to regain the passion of the past. They were putting on handsome suits, combing their hair like a handsome boy, and tying up their hair. Hairspray and a few wads of "chewing gum" were brought along, just like a red-eyed bull planning to go out to find some big-ass chicks to talk about love and explore life.

Well, although the metaphor is crude, look at those abominable undead with red faces. This group of destruction locusts who live for war and die for war really think so.

The great plain below the Military Lord's Seat was soon filled with people. The official legions of the five secret monasteries formed a square formation on the ground, and more soldiers were wearing strong armor in the numerous floating cities.

The conscripted militia regiments were deployed around the formal legion. They were assigned to become servant armies under different secret chambers according to their different tactical experiences.

There are also those gladiators who made mistakes and were thrown into various arenas, and were additionally organized into vanguard punishment camps, and will be thrown into the craziest and most terrifying battlefields to pay off their sins.

Maldraxxus was very generous to these sinners.

As long as they survive three battles, they will be released without charge.

Sounds wonderful, right?

Unfortunately, since the introduction of this rule, not even one-twentieth of the total number of guys who have survived the punishment camp and received the release award.

Calling them "cannon fodder" is flattering.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo"

Deep breathing sounded along with heavy footsteps on the platform of the Soldier's Seat. Blake, who was holding a pipe and admiring the dark undead army below, did not look back.

He knew that the "War for the Marquis of Maldraxxus" that was going on inside the Seat of the War Lord was over.

The only winner is coming to you.

"You look like a stinky piece of shit that was accidentally stepped on by a dog goblin who was severely punished by the orcs. If the warriors of Maldraxxus saw their new commander look like this, With such a stretched-out look, I think morale may collapse directly."

Blake said casually.

Grom Hellscream, who was dragging Death Gorehowl step by step, had little interest in responding to the evil god's hateful speech that was full of racial discrimination.

But the evil god is not talking nonsense. The Soul Chosen Marquis, who defeated four enemies with difficulty, looks really embarrassed at this moment.

There were still traces of fresh stitches on his neck.

That was an injury caused by Finna's desperate counterattack, where most of his head was cut off with a sword and then temporarily sewn up by the suture master. Compared with this injury, the internal organs were frozen and shattered by the lich, and various parts of the body were softened by the poison. The mud-stained muscles and the heart broken into more than a dozen pieces by the sadist Kargas were all minor injuries that were innocuous.

"Your sister is really a lunatic. I have never seen such a strong woman in my two lifetimes."

Grom wiped the blood from his face and said to Black in a cold voice:

"I suspect that she vented her anger on me because she was dissatisfied with her desires. You have to take responsibility, you know?"

"You dare to point your fingers at me before you become a soldier. If you become a soldier, I won't dare to think about anything you dare to do."

The evil god said coldly:

"I'm really starting to consider your proposal now. Maybe it would be better for Brox to manage Maldraxxus than you. At least Brox won't provoke me like this."

"Then let him come."

Grom took the Soldier Rune Sword from Black.

He stroked the blade and said:

"I really don't want to be a war master. Just let me be a war overlord. I only know how to fight. I like fighting."

"That's a good suggestion. It's really gratifying that you finally discovered that your ultimate form is a mindless killing machine.

However, I refuse! "

Blake blew out a smoke ring, took a deep breath, and said:

"Brox's character is not suitable for this place. You know, the old orc who chopped down Titan's biggest wish for the rest of his life is actually to return to Goldron and become an old swineherd who has nothing to do with the world.

He can become your think tank and take over the Soul Selection Academy after you.

But he cannot become a soldier because he has lost his eternal desire for victory. Do you still remember the secret I just told you that only gods can know? "

The evil god stretched out his hand and placed it on Grom's shoulder.

The Godhead of the Silent One was activated at this moment, and with Grom's fighting soul and mind, he flew to the core of the earth in Maldraxxus. In Laohou's surprised perception, he seemed to hear the sound of a substantial heart beating.

"The War Lord left his last strength here, and he gave his heart of war to the land of Maldraxxus. This realm is the embodiment of his godhead.

Do you know what the divine power of the War Lord is?

It's war!

It's victory. "

Blake explains:

"A warrior who doesn't seek victory is unlikely to be worthy of such divine power. Brox may be a better fighter than you, but he will never be accepted by this land."

Grom fell silent.

After a few seconds, he said:

"But even I can't keep playing forever. One day I will be tired. Like Brooks, I will become a tired soul longing for peace."

"I have chosen your successor."

The Evil God laughed, patted Lao Hou on the shoulder and said:

"Don't be afraid, it's not your son.

Your stupid son is not yet able to bear this heavy responsibility. He is trying hard to learn from you, but unfortunately, Garrosh has not experienced the darkest age of the orcs, and he will never be able to truly become you.

When you grow old, a new god of war will come to this land.

He will defeat you.

He will take away your eternal body.

He will take over the power of war from you. "

"The guy you can call the 'God of War'"

Laohou blinked his eyes and said:

"Varian Wrynn? I heard that he will be the next Lich King? This is a decreed matter. Shouldn't his soul return to the Maw?"

"Then who do you think the next Lord of the Abyss will be?"

The evil god sneered and said:

"Don't worry, I've arranged everything. Now, don't talk and feel the power left by the soldier master with your heart. Do you feel it?"

Laohou didn't answer. He closed his eyes and held the rune sword in his hand. After more than ten seconds of silence, he opened his eyes, glanced at Black, and said:

"It's waiting. It's alive. It's hungry. It's thirsty."

"very good."

On the stage of the leader of the army, Blake took a step back, and under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of undead, he made a "please" gesture to Lao Hou and said:

"Then, War Overlord Grom, in the name of 'temporary war master', give the order."

Laohou took a deep breath.

Under the gaze of countless undead and countless commanders, he raised the rune sword in his hand high, and the next moment, the entire Maldraxxus responded with a roar.

This kingdom of death is like a hungry beast with its eyes open. In the beating of the heart of war hidden deep in every rock and piece of gravel, it savagely tears open the mist-like realm, tearing away the death The space of the country was smashed into pieces, and it rushed towards the goal of war.

It is alive.

Now it's awake.

It's eager to eat for the first time.

In the sudden silence where the cheers of the undead were silenced like a chicken strangled by the neck, a blue, beautiful and peaceful golden country like heaven, with silent temples and glorious towers suspended everywhere appeared before the eyes of the undead.

"Madraxxus! Follow my orders!"

The deep roar of Laohou echoed in the hearts of every undead. He raised the bloody roar of death and pointed the ax blade at the gorgeous heaven in front of him.

After a second of silence, the sound of war sounded loudly:

"The enemy is at the front! Get ready"

"attack!!!"