Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1456 89. You are in big trouble because she is a narrow-minded lady

The dark and evil ancient venerable just ordered his berserk swarm to destroy the ancient capital of Ankahet, creating a horrific massacre, and the nerubian king immediately offered his obedient loyalty.

This kind of "flexible bottom line" and extreme survivalism made Bo Laike amazed.

He did not follow the Lich King and his servants to sweep this ancient nerubian capital, but followed Xalatath to the small underground city on the other side of Ankhet to participate in the "surrender" of the nerubians ceremony.

He wanted to see who the spider demon king who was so "knowledgeable" was.

Is it someone I know?

Then Laike saw a crypt lord very similar to Anub'arak swaying a huge beetle body, leading a group of nerubian spellcasters out of the black dungeon wrapped in spider webs.

"Anubrekan, it really is it."

Bo Laike recognized the guy's identity when he saw the dimmed halo of the guy's signature crown.

This guy is the second strongest among all the crypt lords after Anub'arak, the "King of the Underground", and he is also a cunning person. The city he rules is just below the ancient capital of Ankahet.

That is the "border city" of the entire Azjol-Nerub underground kingdom, and it is also the first nerubian stronghold leading to from the underground tunnels of Dragonblight, and it is the start of the underground network that the nerubians established under the frozen soil. starting point.

Its terrain strategic value is extremely important.

But now, with the death of Anub'arak, the fall of the ancient capital of Ankahet and the rebellion of Anubrekhan, the underground kingdom of Azjol-Nerub fell to one-fifth of its territory in an instant.

All the more disastrous because the war and the victory came so suddenly.

As a result, the nerubians have no time to block and cut off the underground network connected with each other by tunnels and spider webs, and their largest strategic area has been completely opened to the coalition forces of the ancient venerables and the Lich King.

The fall and destruction of the nerubian kingdom has entered the countdown.

"Great ancient god, after thousands and thousands of years, you have once again come to your loyal underground world, and your servants have been waiting in the dark and searching for it until now.

finally

We finally returned to your dark and warm embrace once again. "

The crypt lord who commanded the Nerubian spellcasters to surrender was an eloquent bastard at first glance. It lay down at the feet of the ancient venerable who was personally guarded by the Supreme Korvan in a very respectful manner.

The worm's eyes, which are exactly the same as the brave Anub'arak, do not see any persistence as a leader, but are filled with fanatical worship. It uses the language of the worms in a low voice to express its wishes to the ancient venerable very flatteringly obey.

He even moved out the dark beliefs of the ancient empire to endorse himself.

But how could such a little trick be hidden from Xal'atath, who was born in the void?

The ancient venerable just sneered, and didn't say much about the surrender of the spider demon king in front of him.

The reason is very simple.

If this worm really agrees with the ancient beliefs of the worm people and regards Xal'atath as the only true god, then when Xal'atath appeared in the underground kingdom and was ambushed by Anub'arak just now, it should be in command He led his subordinates to "rescue him".

You have to wait until Ankahet is destroyed by bloody battles, you have to see the mighty Anub'arak die by the sword of the Lich King, you have to make sure that the power of the invaders in front of you has surpassed the Nerubians After resisting the upper limit, he rushed to surrender.

This is clearly the act of a villain at both ends of the snake mouse.

But this can also be judged a bit.

That was the guy in front of him who had the same power as Anub'arak. He was a very smart, qualified leader who knew how to judge the situation.

This is exactly the subordinate Xal'atath needs to rebuild the Dark Empire.

Of course, the premise is that the clever and cunning bug in front of him must know what the ancient venerable really wants.

It has to come up with some "tributes" that can please Xalatath before it can ask the ancient venerable to allow it and its subjects to return to the embrace of the dark empire.

Behind Xalatath, Bu Laike also looked at the nerubian king in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze. He was also curious about what methods this cunning crypt lord would use to try to save his life.

Braike knew that in another timeline, it was the unlucky Anubrekhan who was the first to be defeated by the sword of the Lich King and became the vanguard of the Scourge and the guide to the demise of the Nerubian Kingdom. fuse.

But in this current history, Anub'arak, who was stronger than it, helped it to avoid the thunder, which saved this guy from being killed.

Xalatath's sneer and silence made the crypt lord who voluntarily surrendered feel the pressure, so he spread out his scythe-like worm claws in a more respectful manner, just like the movement of human beings throwing themselves to the ground.

It pointed to the ground with its sharp horns like a rhinoceros and a stag beetle, not daring to look at the majesty of the ancient venerable, and whispered:

"O great god, your loyal servants dare not hide the sins we have committed in the past. During the long time you were away from your loyal servants, there were false gods from the deep underground who tried to grab the entire spider of Azjol-Nerub belief in the devil.

The hypocritical alien god continues to use the power from the void to lure the ignorant people into its command.

In the depths of Ankahet, the oldest and greatest city of the nerubians, there are even heralds from the alien gods who convey deviant teachings for the false gods.

It was so blasphemous.

But as your loyal servant, I firmly guarded the last piety for you. In the city under my rule, there has never been a whisper from Yogg-Saron infiltrated, nor have any nerubians invested in its command.

Not only that, great ancient venerable, in order to express our sincerity to you, just now, we have captured the void herald who escaped from the city of Ankahet that bears your wrath

We want to sacrifice that humble alien messenger to you as a tribute to the nerubian's return to the great empire!

bring it on! "

Following Anubrekhan's low-pitched yelling, a dozen nerubian spellcasters wearing dark golden robes used shadow magic to gather chains, and pulled a particularly huge Voidfaceless Commander to Sasha. In front of Latas.

The faceless man was injured, probably by the mantid Yingjie.

It bleeds profusely.

But the twisted flesh kept rolling and twitching to heal it.

It struggled in the shadow cage created by the nerubians, and the Shasyar language full of void impact was continuously shouted by the faceless man's herald, as if to rebuke the madness and rudeness of the nerubians.

These nerubians who have surrendered to Yogg-Saron, the Demon of Thousand Throats for thousands of years, dare to raise their weapons against the herald who represents the majesty of Demon of Thousand Throats.

Are these guys crazy?

This scolding continued until it was delivered to Xalatath.

After sensing Xal'atath's cold gaze and the looming Void Field on the other party that once belonged to Y'Shaarj but has now been transformed and fused into a more peculiar force, Yogg-Saron's herald immediately Quiet.

Not only calm, but even desperate.

It's over.

Lord Volaz, the loyal herald of the Old Gods, does not have eyes in the conventional sense.

But when it felt Xal'atath's invisible desire to devour gluttons, it knew that today it would usher in a catastrophic doomsday that would be extremely tormenting even for void creatures.

It is about to give its all for its thousand-maw demon.

Well, devotion in the physical sense of everything.

"Not bad."

Seeing the void herald who was imprisoned by the nerubians and delivered to him in a bundle, the ancient venerable's mood immediately improved.

There was a unparalleled beauty on her alluring face, but a frightening smile.

She stretched out her hand and touched the sharp horn of the Nerubian King Anubrekhan who was humbly lying on the ground in front of her. It was like some kind of recognition and some kind of blessing.

she says:

"I have seen your precious loyalty, and the swarm has also felt your desire to return to the empire. After all, the Nerubians are not hopeless, and your loyalty means that Azjol Nerub will be saved from the doom of destruction.

go.

Anub'brakan, Archon of my swarm.

Take my imperial battle standard and command my endless swarms, and go to every city in this subterranean kingdom to announce to your people the return of the Old One.

Gather those servants who are willing to return to the Dark Empire, and I will show you a new world belonging to the Dark Empire, and I will give you an eternal mission given by the void.

That will be the dark end of all glory. "

"Obey, my lord."

After feeling that Xal'atath had left the imprint of the void of the dark empire on his soul, Anubrekan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the facts proved that its "flexible decision" was correct.

Not only did it save itself with a precise horizontal jump, it also saved the precarious nerubian kingdom by the way.

Perhaps in the history recorded by the nerubians in later generations, he might be described as a racial hero who put things right in a desperate moment.

Thinking of this, the cunning crypt lord turned his worm eyes again.

It looked at the ancient venerable Xalatas in front of it, and it asked in a low voice:

"My supreme majesty, what should I do with those idiots who are unwilling to return to the empire? Do you want me to execute in your name those rebels who have gone too far on the wrong path and cannot turn back?"

"No, how can I be kind and do such a cruel thing to my servants?"

Xal'atath smiled, and she swam her snake body close to the trembling void herald, and she said to the crypt lord behind her:

"I hand over the future choice to my subjects. This is the last mercy from the Supreme Being. If they are not willing to give up their wrong beliefs and return to the embrace of the empire, then let them live in this dark underground with their barren hearts go down.

Your gracious lord the Lich King will be more than willing to deal with traitors belonging to the Empire for me.

So be it.

I'm going to have a chat with my 'old friend' and go do your thing. "

"Obey, my lord."

Anubrekhan glanced at the strange human Bu Laike Shaw who was following Xal'atath towards the Herald of the Faceless One, and it was a little puzzled why a lowly human had the right to be so close to the Elder One.

Perhaps feeling the question of the crypt lord, the stinky pirate turned his head handsomely, looked at the crypt lord and grinned.

This is a very chic, friendly and sunny smile.

The only problem was that while Bo Laike was laughing, he dropped a void blast at Anub' Brakhan, who was staring at him.

There was a loud bang, and the crypt lord felt his forehead was rounded by a red-hot iron rod. Although there was no substantive contact, it was only the collision and puncture of the spirit, which made the powerful earth The Cave Lord yelped and took a few steps back.

The tough cuticle on its head was cracked.

That is the "sequel" caused by the mental explosion from the inside out. This move works best when the opponent is caught off guard. Of course, it is also possible that the impact force of the void thrown by Laike is a bit too strong.

In short, after this blow, not only did Anubrekhan not dare to underestimate the stinky pirates, but all the bug people around were instantly awed.

As expected of a human boy who can be so favored by the ancient venerables, his attainments in the Dao of the Void are so superb, he really is a man with "extraordinary talents".

"Ugh, I feel like your minions are thinking something very rude about me."

Bu Laike didn't need to look at the "expression changes" of those bugs to guess what the bastards were thinking. He whispered to Xal'atath who was holding his arm:

"I think they are all despising His Excellency the Pirate Prince of the Dark Empire, I think you should teach them a lesson, how about exiling them to the world of Argus to be scouts?

These guys with such rich imaginations, even if they are besieged by demons, they can survive with their brains open, right? "

"Let them go, the rulers only need the loyalty of their subordinates, and everything else is theirs.

I am such a generous ruler, and perhaps it is also because I never give them excessive orders that I am so fanatically loved by the swarm. "

Xalatas snorted, made a shameless self-evaluation, and then looked at the herald Voraz who was restrained in the shadows in front of him.

With the height of her snake beauty, standing in front of the giant faceless commander is as insignificant as the bugs at the feet of the titan, but when Xalatath raised her head, the "Void titan" in front of her was like carrying a mountain on her back. Kneel down likewise.

The latter struggled and howled to get up.

Obviously, he didn't want to be too embarrassed in front of the alien god Xalatas.

But the ancient venerable just made a nasal sound like thunder echoing on its chaotic soul, oppressing it to make a more miserable cry.

It is precisely because he was born in the void that Volaz understands how irresistible the power represented by Xalatas is better than other beings.

"Occasionally I have flashbacks to the old days that made me feel bad."

Xalatath looked at the Void Herald who was twitching and struggling in front of her eyes. She gathered her hands around her waist and abdomen, and the flowing shadows put on the ancient venerable a dim and borderless cloak.

She said to the screaming void creature in front of her expressionlessly:

"I can still think of the whole process of being eaten by my brothers when I first came to this world, every bite that bit me, every swallow that pulled my life, that was chewed alive Desperate pain.

I thought I could forget.

But it turns out that I really am a vengeful woman.

Go back and tell your master!

Let it take a good bath in Ulduar's cage, wash itself clean, put itself on the dinner plate, garnish with side dishes, and serve it on the table, let it emit fragrance, so that I can have more appetite.

I.

I'm going to try this dish called 'Revenge' soon.

Poor thing.

Your soul can roll.

But your flesh and blood shall remain.

Before the big meal, I want to try the 'small dishes', and remember to tell Yogg Saron exactly the desperate feeling of being bitten bit by bit and devoured bit by bit, and nothing should be missed.

In this way, it is better to prepare it in advance. "

After speaking, Xalatath raised his left hand and covered the eyes of Bu Laike beside him.

Amidst the more miserable and terrified wails of the Void Faceless Man, the Ancient Venerable released his terrifying "face of the ancient god" under the awe-inspiring gaze of his servants, and said softly in Bu Laike's ear:

"Hey, close your eyes and don't look, my next meal will be a bit 'rude'. But I don't want you to hate me, my little master."

"Do not worry."

Bu Laike covered his eyes with his hands, and then put his arm around Xal'atath's waist and said:

"I'm going to pretend none of this happened, I said it, and now you are perfect in my eyes."

(end of this chapter)