Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The chaos in the promotion tower soon subsided.

The shock of the Eternal One's death instantly spread through the hearts of all the still-awake Kyrian Ascendants in a blood-blooded manner. No matter what they were doing, those Ascendants rushed to the Bliss Castle like crazy at this moment.

But Lao Hou, who got the news, did not stop them.

Maldraxxus also retreated tacitly at the same time. When the floating city returned with the soldiers and the collected remains, the war kingdom connected to the continent of Ascension Fortress was also retreating to the interrealm to avoid The Kyrians, stimulated by the death of their eldest daughter and became mourning soldiers, launched another meaningless suicide charge.

Training to this level is enough. Although Laohou is still dissatisfied with the combat effectiveness of his soldiers, considering the time issue, he cannot expect more.

Next, just wait until the cruelest battle begins and slowly improve in actual combat.

"Eldest daughter, our consul is dead?"

In the Castle of Bliss, the evil god has disappeared. When the released humble Saint Jakairos and wise Saint Jessenius were escorted back to this messy place with their seriously injured bodies, they saw that before their promotion, On the top of the tower, the pure Saint Jevi Siverne, who commanded the Hand of Purity, was confronting DeVos and Sandelia.

The white Kylian Angels were flying high in the sky in full gear, facing the black Forsworn ones on the other side.

In the center of both of them was the body of the eldest daughter Gristhia, who was placed back on the throne of promotion. The pure and noble body of the eldest daughter was covered with the blood of the Eternal, which made her look extremely miserable.

But this eternal body and its godhood still exist, maintaining the Ascension Fortress, a country born of the eldest daughter, that will not fall apart because of her death.

"It's all you!"

The pure Saint Jevi Siverne waved her war hammer, rarely losing control and excitedly screaming at the Black Winged Devos and Sandelia on the opposite side:

"It was you who colluded with the invaders of Maldraxxus, and it was you who assassinated our commander! You caused the Ascension Fortress to fall apart, and you still dared to appear in this sacred place after the death of the eldest daughter.

I'm going to kill you!

I want"

"Shut up! You witch! We will never allow you to force innocent people to forget the past again."

After DeVos turned black, she hated the act of forcing souls to forget the past, and the pure Saint Gervais Fernie in front of her happened to be the culprit who was in charge of the purity trial and helped the candidates forget the past.

It can be said that the relationship between the two parties was absolutely antagonistic, and now the death of the eldest daughter was accelerating the catalyst, making the atmosphere between the two parties tense for a while.

Seeing the menacing appearance of these black and white angels, they seemed to want to pick up a knife on the grave where the eldest daughter died.

The wise saint and the humble saint who were released by the Maldraxxans looked at each other, and they both saw the pain and entanglement in each other's eyes. The undead warriors obviously had bad intentions in releasing them back.

Now that Promotion Bastion has essentially entered the process of splitting, they, as a third party force, must make a decision.

"The key issue now is not who should be held responsible!"

The wise saint who was always rational and neutral took a step forward. He stretched out his hands to stop the conflict between the two parties from intensifying, and said loudly:

"Calm down, everyone!

The most important question now is to catch the murderer who assassinated the eldest daughter. DeVos, Sandelia, you two saw the whole process of the eldest daughter's death with your own eyes. Now tell us, who did all this? "

"It's the evil god."

DeVos blinked.

She remembered what Blake had told her before he left, so she made a sad gesture and said in a painful tone:

"The evil god bewitched us. He promised to bring Kyrian a new future and help us break the shackles called 'promotion', but we did not expect that he would suddenly rise up and assassinate the eldest daughter.

He is powerful and we are no match for Him. "

"If you can't beat me, you have to fight!"

If DeVos is still acting, then the reckless and courageous saint shows her true feelings. When she saw the body of her eldest daughter, her eyes turned red, and she would wave her halberd and shout:

"I will personally lead the team to hunt down the evil god. This is related to the future of Grien and the entire Ascension Fortress. The eldest daughter will not die in vain. I swear, I will definitely catch him."

"By the way, He took away the eldest daughter's soul!"

DeVos looked around and suddenly said:

"The Eternal One will not die so easily. The eldest daughter's eternal body is already healing. This container can be resurrected as long as the eldest daughter's cosmic soul returns.

So technically, our eldest daughter didn't die, she just fell into, well, some sort of slumber. "

"That's true."

The humble St. Jacquelos, who was limping and examining the body of his eldest daughter, nodded. This handsome and good-natured Gryon said to both parties:

"So, the most important thing now is to recover the soul of the eldest daughter, rather than creating divisions within us. Visifurne, I hope you can calm down.

And you, DeVos!

I don't want you to take the initiative to provoke us again.

It may be time to put the issue of the Forsworn on the agenda for discussion."

Having said this, Kairos glanced at the body of his eldest daughter, and then at the astonishing number of black-winged Kyrians flying around. He whispered beside the other Saints:

"In the past, the eldest daughter prohibited us from discussing the Forsworn and the shortcomings of the promotion path, but we all know that there are indeed serious problems with this promotion path.

These are troubled times right now, the invasion of Maldraxxus is crippling us, and I know we all hate each other, but we are all Kyrians!

Even if the colors of our wings are different, it doesn't change the relationship between us as brothers and sisters.

We have a powerful enemy, everyone.

We can either unite under this pressure and responsibility, or we can only let the evil god who humiliated us and took away the soul of our eldest daughter go unpunished.

And the most important point is that the madmen of Maldraxxus will come back at any time. Facts have proved that we, who are scattered, cannot withstand any external impact at all.

This weak situation must be changed. "

Having said this, Kairos rubbed his forehead, which had been aching since he was caught before. He looked at the black and white angels on the left and right and said:

"The noble eldest daughter is just sleeping now, but if we continue to waste time, our Eternal One may not be able to be saved. So, what are your opinions?"

——

In the cabin of a broker airship flying from the Fortress of Ascension to the Eternal City of Oribos, Blake was sitting on an old sofa, playing with the colorful soul stones in his hands and the blood-light magic mirror in front of him, reflecting his handsome appearance. Emperor Denathrius spoke.

This airship summoned by Wei Nali using her personal relationship is the favorite ship of the wandering smuggling brokers. It uses the brokers' unique technology to make it smooth in the dangerous realm.

And the advantage of taking this kind of boat is that as long as you ask a high enough price, the group of private agents can provide you with almost anything you desire.

For example, right now, Blake is holding a bottle of Draenei wine that was only available in the Golden Age of Argus and moistening his throat.

God knows how these brokers obtained this kind of treasure, but the pirates only spent a small amount of money to enjoy this good thing that has long been lost in time.

"Zovar's army has been prepared, and the concentration of the death force in the material world is enough for us to open the curtain of life and death. As soon as the time is approaching, the undead army pouring out from the Shadow Kingdom can sweep across the material stars.

I don't know how you persuaded the savage Maldraxxians to join our plan, but the emissary sent by Grom Hellscream sure knows how to talk.

The lich lady named Elya Blue Moon has a demeanor and grace that makes Eternals like me feel at ease, and their crisp invasion of Ascension Fortress perfectly demonstrated the peerless style of the strongest warriors in the Shadow Kingdom. .

They will be very useful knives, handed to me by your own hand, my friend.

Now that Maldraxxus is willing to serve as an army to invade the material world, I have nothing to worry about. "

In the magic mirror in front of the evil god, Emperor Denathrius was still holding the blood-colored wine in his hand, with his white hair flying around, showing a dominant posture. He sat on his scarlet throne and said to his partners in a gesture of control:

"The only question now is, do we have everything we need?"

"Is this what you're talking about?"

While savoring the mellow-tasting Draenei wine in his hand, Blake spread out the five fingers of his left hand, and four eternal marks of different colors danced on his fingertips.

It illuminated the hidden smile of the evil god in the dark cabin, and also illuminated the deep desire in the emperor's scarlet eyes.

"The mark of the War Master has been found by my lovers in Kesia."

The Evil God snorted and said with great satisfaction:

"I only need to go back to the Maw to get five seals. Then I can go to the Arbiter's Stand in Oribos to open the gateway to the Holy Land of the Firstborn.

What I long for, what Zoval longs for, and what you long for are all at hand. "

“This is really great, it makes me feel excited and full of different expectations for the future. Working with you is really the most correct and perfect choice I have made in my long life.

Come, friends, let us raise a toast to the magnificent victory that is to come. "

The emperor raised the blood-red wine in his hand very hypocritically, and Blake also raised the bottle of wine in a dignified manner.

The two looked at each other and smiled. The moment the pirate raised his head to drink, a cold light flashed in the emperor's eyes, and then he pretended to sigh.

This made Blake blink.

Lord Evil God put down the wine bottle, looked at the Emperor in surprise, and said:

"We are only one step away from victory. My dear collaborator, why do you show such a troubled attitude that only losers have? Is there anything else to worry about? The death that will surely dominate the stars and the world in the future Great Emperor."

"It's not really a worry, it's just a bit worrying."

The Emperor played with the ends of his pale hair, stared at Black, and said:

"You've met Zoval too, right? What do you think of our collaborator? About his nagging thoughts, about his unrealistic pursuit of the power of the Firstborn, about his Let me speak straightforwardly about His persistence in not admiring power and only wishing to achieve his own goals.

I'm starting to get a little worried, Blake.

The closer we get to a glorious victory, the more worried I feel. Zoval is my ancient brother, and no one understands his persistence and stubbornness better than me.

Because of this, I feel that compared to you, He is not a perfect collaborator. You see, what we two pursue is to dominate the world, while He pursues...

It’s something that we serious people can’t understand. "

"This is normal, my lord."

Black pretended that he did not understand the hidden meaning of the emperor's words. He just clicked his fingers and said:

"People are always instinctively afraid of things they don't understand, but in my opinion, this is unnecessary. Mr. Zoval is a reassuring friend, well, in most cases, he can reassure people.

And He is truly generous.

He knew how to show his sincerity when asking for help. "

The evil god winked and said to Emperor Denathrius in the magic mirror:

"He must be going to Zaresantis, and I am going too, so you are actually hinting at something quite dangerous, right? My dear collaborator.

Do you want me to serve you again?

What kind of generous reward can you give me? "

"That's too far-fetched, my dear Black. Where does our relationship need to be concerned with such vulgar matters as remuneration?"

A smile appeared on the Emperor's thin face.

He stood up, held up the magic mirror in front of him, walked to the window of his gorgeous castle, and turned the direction of the magic mirror so that Black could see a Venthyr banquet held in the castle.

Maiev, who was chatting with a Venthyr lady during the banquet, felt the gaze from above. She raised her head and raised her wine glass in the direction of the emperor, with a gentle yet distant smile on her face.

The emperor also smiled and said to the magic mirror beside him:

"Look, Lady Maiev is really enjoying her life in Revendreth."

"Snapped"

The wine bottle in Blake's hand broke into pieces. The evil god with a cold face held the broken bottle mouth and said to the emperor:

"You threaten me? Is this your attitude towards your collaborators? Killing the donkey? Don't forget, the Eternal Mark is in my hands. It is me who has the final say whether Zoval can go to Zaresantis!

I feel like He would be willing to help me get rid of some less-than-friendly collaborators before accomplishing great things.

What do you think? "

"No, no, no, this is not a threat, this is just a friendly reminder."

Emperor Denasius shook his head and explained:

"I really can't worry about Zoval's madness. This is not the first time he has done such dangerous things. What he wants is completely different from the future I long for.

We are destined to part ways.

In this case, it would be the most appropriate ending for my ancient brother to disappear during an expedition to the Holy Land, and I know that there are too few people who can do this.

You are the one who reassures me the most.

Black, I promise you, I will share the entire world with you, all the worlds, and we can dominate the Era of Death together. I am willing to generously share half of your power.

Now the only thing standing in the way of us conquering the world is a crazy warden. For our common cause, help me. This is just another betrayal, and you are already familiar with it. "

"You bastard!"

Of course Black was unhappy, as any conspirator would be if he was threatened, so he had to show his displeasure now.

But he just cursed and then rubbed his chin to think. After a few anxious seconds of waiting, Black's eyes flashed fiercely.

He smiled and said to Emperor Denathrius who was waiting for an answer:

"Okay! I'll help you get rid of Zoval in Zarezentis. It just so happens that that bastard's attitude towards me also makes me very unhappy, but you make me even more unhappy, so I want something from you."

"what would you like?"

The emperor smiled and opened his arms and said:

"As long as I have it, I can give it to you, my friend. There is no need to be restrained."

"That's what you said!"

Blake stood up, adjusted his collar, and said:

"I want your soulmate, I want your soul sword, I want your Lemonia!"

"presumptuous!!!"

This request made the emperor suddenly angry.

His eyes were extremely red at this moment, and the entire background was covered with surging blood, making the emperor in the magic mirror look like the devil of purgatory for an instant.

Obviously, Black's request touched the emperor's bottom line, making him unable to maintain humiliation and coercion.

"Haha, this is how it feels when your most beloved thing is threatened by others, Denathrius!"

Blake sneered and said:

"I know what that bloodthirsty sword means to you. She is the only beautiful girl who can make your heart care.

She's a part of you, well, that's why the forbidden feeling of taking her away from you and letting you watch me wield her to kill my enemies makes me want to stop!

I will help you get rid of Zoval.

Then we all know that the next step is us one on one, winner takes all, loser perishes. These are the rules of the game among us villains, so stop pretending to be gentlemen.

Come on, swear it with your soul.

As soon as I get your sword, she is mine, forever. "

"good!"

The Emperor crushed the luxurious wine glass in his hand. He stared at Blake and said:

"After Zoval's death, the contract was established."

"But don't worry, dear Black, it doesn't matter if you die. I will make a sharp blade out of your soul and give it to Ms. Maiev. She will definitely like this gift."