Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1448 81. I will satisfy your desire with both hands and fulfill my prophecy by the way

The Scrap Pirates ultimately failed to hear Lothar's conversation with Nathanos and Windrunner.

In addition to the two guys being told in advance not to have this conversation in front of the pirates, another important reason is that His Majesty the Lich King didn't intend to give Bo Laike a chance to have fun.

Lothar is obviously not happy to let the pirates see his handling of the past, perhaps because of the indescribable "self-esteem" of the old man.

In short, the Lich King urged his "Hand of the King" to set off as soon as possible to harvest the troll leader Frost King Malak who was still fighting against the Scourge.

Although Laike doesn't need to see the whole process, he can roughly guess what kind of attitude Lothar will respond to the call from the world of the living, but if there is a conflict with Lothar because of this incident, it is unnecessary.

Laike knows the difference between having fun and doing business.

Therefore, when the conversation between the two sides had not officially started, and they were still in the awkward greeting and warm-up stage of "talking about each other without words", the pirates took the initiative to choose to leave.

The nominal term is to go out for a walk and relax.

But in fact, under the leadership of the old acquaintance Yrel, he rode a bone dragon to the activity area of ​​the Troll Frost King.

"I said, you get into the role very quickly."

On the head of the Frost Bone Dragon exuding the chill of death, Bu Laike slanted his eyes and looked at the Draenei death knight in front of him. He slanted his eyes and said in a strange tone:

"I was shouting for revenge for the Draenei before, but now I accept Lothar's rule with peace of mind? I saw some Draenei in the Lich King's army.

Are those dead from foreign lands summoned by you? "

Yrel is still the same Yrel as before. Although he is considered petite among the draenei, his fierce fighting posture should not be underestimated.

Just the body-length purple gemstone war hammer on the back, which is covered with various death runes, is enough to show her destructive power.

What's more, Yriel always has a cold and crazy aura that makes one's hair stand on end. This probably comes from her experience before she died.

Dying in the arena made her awakened soul full of terrifying aggression.

Because of this, even under the command of Lothar, the commander of the foreign race, Yrel still quickly proved his strength.

Now she wears the emblem of the death knights of the Brotherhood of the Iron Horse on her chest, which means that Yrel has also joined the most elite and loyal knights under Lothar.

Facing the endless questions from the stinky pirates at this time, Yrel, the grim undead, did not intend to answer immediately.

But Laike knew how to deal with the dead very well. He kept asking, repeated asking, and even used his ability to ask in the soul, which finally bored the commander of the death knight who was driving the bone dragon.

A few minutes later, in a sudden flying tactical movement of the bone dragon without warning, Yrel continued to accelerate and successfully flung the annoying stinky pirate away the moment he returned to high altitude.

She seemed to use this method to answer the pirate's question, and express her dissatisfaction with Bo Laike by the way.

But she clearly failed.

Because she hadn't had time to enjoy even a minute of silence, that headache-inducing voice appeared in her ears again:

"Hey, this is the first time I've seen such a tempered undead."

Bu Laike walked out from the shadow of Yrel reflected behind the bone dragon, and he said to the death knight who was silent with a trace of helplessness:

"You should know that I just want to find a guy who can chat with me, in fact, the best way for you to make me shut up and obey your command is to talk to me

Tell me, about the secret of His Excellency the Lich King. "

The pirate looked around vigilantly like an agent of a secret organization and asked in a low voice:

"Our Majesty the Lich King, who looks ruthless on the surface, still misses his homeland in private? Does he want to forgive those who have offended him but are not guilty of death?

Is he still planning to secretly use the pressure of death to force human civilization and force all countries to unite? "

"Where did you hear such silly news?"

Facing Bu Laike's persistent questioning, Yrel looked helpless and said with strange eyes:

"Perhaps it is His Majesty Lothar's own arrangement. In short, as an adjutant, I have never known the secrets you mentioned. In addition, if you really want to know these things, you can ask His Majesty yourself.

I think because of some of your past partnerships, he should be able to satisfy these trivial longings in your heart.

In the end, I need to emphasize again that I really have no interest in the things you are curious about.

I choose to submit to His Majesty Lothar because His Majesty controls Frostmourne, because he is stronger and better than me, and because he has enough ability to command the Scourge of the Undead to complete wars and victories one after another.

Those draenei undead were indeed summoned by me.

But I didn't force any soul, they all have countless reasons to keep fighting after death, just like me.

we are coming.

We merge into natural disasters.

We will destroy everything in our way! "

The draenei death knight paused, with lingering coldness in her eyes, turned to Bo Laike, and said:

"That's all I can answer you, and your curiosity is no longer in my hands.

If you still have to ask, then I will tell you that I will be more than happy to continue the chat with you after helping me with my task. The premise of wasting time is that the mission and task of the battle must be completed!

And it's just ahead! "

Yrel, who was riding on the back of the bone dragon, pointed to a large piece of troll-style buildings in the dark wind and snow in front of him. The city walls and altars were built with huge stones, which looked like a barren land that continued to extend outward along the flat land. city.

"Gudak, a troll city protected by Hormaz Fortress, is the origin of civilization in this land. It is the war fortress used by Frost King Malak to gather his army. The last line of defense before complete conquest.

The lunatic who personally killed the gods he believed in, the tyrant who did not hesitate to turn the power of the gods into consumables for stubborn resistance, and the troll leader who gave everything and was unwilling to bow to natural disasters were hiding in it. "

With a kind of "anger of the dead", or "obsession" for self-goals, Yrel said indifferently to Bu Laike beside him:

"Go and find him with your incredible stealth and stalking skills, and extract him from that heavily guarded city, or bring back just his head.

As long as I can prove his identity, whether it is a head or an emblem, I can declare the defeat of the Drakkari troll in the war and the opening of the natural disaster's rule over this land.

And those troll gods who are useless in life and troublesome after death!

If your allies from Zandalar, the trolls, want them, take them quickly. Before these stubborn and stupid weak demigods really offended Frostmourne, they had a chance to escape.

Frost trolls are using their remains to create a large number of disgusting god warriors. Those twisted lives seriously hinder the established future of this land.

They are not part of the Lich King's plans for the future! "

"Tsk tsk, listen to what you said, if I didn't know the reason, if I didn't shape the Lich King with my own hands, I would also think that your organization is a complete villain.

So ruthless, so regard human life as nothing.

You see, after all, I am also one of those weak living beings that you despise, so do you want to pretend to be kind in front of me, so that I can have a better impression of you? "

Bo Laike mumbled under his breath.

But his words didn't get any response from Yrel. The war vanguard of Lothar had already focused his attention on the army of undead who were preparing to attack the troll fortress on the battlefield below.

Those corpses came not only from Crystalsong Forest and the desolate and dead Icecrown Glacier, but also from the local conquered tombs and the frost troll warriors who died in the war.

Every remains under this dark and cold land is not wasted, they will be resurrected from the tomb or the place where they died, and join the natural disasters that are constantly advancing and conquering.

Bu Laike on top of the bone dragon could even clearly see the resistance strongholds formed by one small clan after another being submerged by the marching tide of death.

Those troll defense strongholds guarded by dozens or hundreds of people couldn't hold out for even a few minutes under the extremely silent and unstoppable advance of the undead.

From a high altitude, the entire Hormaz Fortress and Gudak City behind it, except for the sea cliff behind it, have been occupied by the undead in other directions, leaving no gap for the stubborn trolls to break through.

It's hard to imagine what's motivating the trolls who are still fighting on the walls of Hormaz Fortress.

But one thing is certain, although they are still fighting, they must be very desperate.

The bursting fighting mood was in stark contrast to the dead silence of the undead. The clearer the trolls shouted to kill, the more trembling their will would be.

"These pathetic bastards are dead, their hearts just don't know it yet."

As the bone dragon flitted across the land, Bu Laike casually commented on the battle situation below.

This sentence with some black humor attracted Yrel, who commanded the army of death, who glanced at the pirates and whispered:

"Today's Frost King Malak did not appear on the battlefield to supervise the battle. According to the information we have collected, he is now very likely to preside over the massacre of the next Loa on the altar behind Hormaz Fortress.

Go ahead, Boo Laike.

End this stupid and dirty game of resistance, and bring back Malak's head in the name of the Lich King. "

"I always feel like I'm at a loss."

The pirate stretched his shoulders on top of the bone dragon, curled his lips and said:

"You will never find another top assassin like me, so for the sake of my dedication, His Majesty the Lich King should prepare more rewards for me.

It is up to you to convey this opinion, my dear Yrel.

Oh, by the way, go back and tell Your Majesty that my next target with him is Azjol Nerub, the underground nerubian kingdom in Dragonblight, and please His Majesty the Lich King, the Supreme Lich King, to leave as soon as possible.

I serve him this time, and he and his Frostmourne will serve me next time.

And I'm in a hurry. "

After speaking, Bu Laike jumped down from behind the undead bone dragon, flashed twice in the air and disappeared into the dark and cold air of Zul'Drak.

Yrel watched Bo Laike disappear, her will of the dead unable to catch the pirate's movements at all, especially when he disappeared into the shadows, as if he had disappeared from this world.

What a terrible assassin.

Yrel thought so.

Even though she was already an undead who was not afraid of death in battle, she still felt a slight chill on her neck at this moment. If the pirates launched a surprise attack on her, Yrel believed that she would never be able to escape.

But such thoughts didn't even stay in Yrel's mind for more than ten seconds.

Her attention quickly returned to the ongoing war. Now that Malak, the Frost King, is about to meet his destiny today, it is time for the undead Scourge's war in Zul'Drak to enter a new stage.

Under Yrel's silent order, the undead warriors all over the frozen wasteland below let out low-pitched roars in unison without warning, like a signal for the start of a general attack. In the next moment, all the undead rushed towards ahead.

In the name of the Lich King!

Undead Scourge!

March!

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"These walking corpses are scarier than they were alive, right?"

On the altar road leading to Gudak City behind the Hormaz Fortress, Braike, who fell from a high altitude with flapping wings, looked back into the fierce battlefield behind him. Maiev, who had already lurked here beside her, said in a low voice:

"Looking at the way they roar forward, it really makes people feel that the power of death has finally taken root in this world. And all this spectacular is from my hands, it really makes people feel proud.

Look, the six major forces have all appeared in this world. They collided and moved forward in the chaos to seek balance, and most of the disputes they caused were related to me. "

"I still don't want to think about the shock and horror that such an army of death will bring to the living when it appears in the mortal world."

Maiev, who was wearing a full set of Warden's armor, shook her head, and she whispered:

"Maybe they should stay here.

I mean, to stay in the cold Northrend forever, and make this barren wasteland their residence and cage, unnoticed or cared by mortals. "

"Of course, what you said is very reasonable. My dear Maiev, if you cover your eyes when you are in danger, you will not see the darkness, and naturally you will not feel fear."

Bu Laike nodded, seemingly agreeing but noncommittal.

Lothar accepted Frostmourne to make such a sacrifice, not to trap the Scourge of the undead in Northrend to "enclose itself".

Of course, Maiev is a priest of the moon god, she naturally respects life, and there is no way to discuss these matters with her.

"Malak is ahead!"

Maiev didn't bother with this issue any more, she held the knife wheel and gestured to Bu Laike, saying:

"The Drakkari trolls have captured Matoth, the god of brute force and mammoth, and they are performing a power-drawing ritual on Matoth, which is overseen by the Frost King and his Janissaries.

It was said that it was because Matos was the strongest of the local loa, and the priests alone could not suppress this frost mammoth. "

"More than local?"

Bu Laike complained:

"Motos can be said to be the most hot-tempered lunatic among all the loa gods. It does not accept any external oppression and confinement. I think we should hurry up.

I don't want to see that crazy Loa blowing himself up right in front of my eyes.

It won't die, but it's disgusting enough. "

"It will explode?"

Maiev also widened her eyes, and she said:

"The divine power of a loa explodes, which is enough to destroy the entire Hormaz Fortress."

"To be precise, half of the outer city walls will be destroyed. By the way, half of the buildings in the city will be razed to the ground, and the corner of Gudak City will be blown up, opening a way for the undead to enter the city.

I have seen that future.

I say responsibly, that is a pretty bleak future. "

Speeding through the shadows, the pirate said:

"But I think the staunch Motos can still be rescued today.

Hopefully our troll friends are ready for this. They either took the lively loa back to worship, or they could only bring some fresh mammoth meat back for extra meals.

In fact, if you think about it, the latter is not bad, right?

At least you can feast on it. "

Bu Laike licked his lips, snorted, and said:

"In addition to mammoth meat, if they can wait patiently for a few more days, they may even taste Akali's rhino meat. Look! Isn't that our revered Frost King Malak?

See how proud and ruthless he sits on the throne of his own skull.

I think it's time to ask him some opinions on 'prophecy' and 'fate'. "

The pirate turned around, blew a kiss to Maiev, and said:

"Honey, don't let other people bother us, okay?"

(end of this chapter)