Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1903 31. There are always people who want to harm me!

Maw Abyss is a ghostly place, not only because this place is always dark, but also because this floating island continent has been regarded as a place of punishment since a long time ago.

This is not a place where anyone can enjoy themselves.

Every stone and every piece of soil in Maw Abyss contains extreme malice towards life, which is the embodiment of the rules of the Shadow Kingdom, and any soul that falls here will be tortured.

Even if you don't get your anima sucked in Zovar's various towers of sinful souls or torture fortresses, it doesn't mean you can escape the disaster.

In fact, when a soul walks on the land of the Maw, it will feel the hunger of the soul all the time, all the energy will be drawn, and all the happiness will be blocked.

The screams that erupted at the spiritual level, like tearing pain, put the soul in the most tormented state all the time, like being hungry and unable to eat, thirsty and unable to drink water, even if you are lucky enough to kill some creatures, those Flesh and blood with poison and curses cannot be imported.

They cannot sleep, they will be haunted by nightmares, they cannot rest, they will be reminded of the worst memories, they cannot even go mad, because the land will force them to stay awake in pain so that they can continue to torture them.

That's not painful.

Pain is the lowest level of hospitality in Maw, even gentle.

Those who can survive in such an environment are the real tough guys, or they have a unique way to avoid the oppression of the Maw on the soul, such as wizards like Wei Nali.

But such a magical agent like her is a minority after all, and other people hiding in the land of the Maw have to shoulder such a heavy pressure and continue to endure, either forcing themselves to adapt to this hellish world, or hand in hand after a certain day of collapse He ended his own life, and was captured by the warden's controlling power at the moment his soul left his body.

From this point of view, Zovall is actually a "benevolent" ruler.

He never cared about the prisoners who escaped from the cage, and would not even deliberately send people to hunt them down. Escaping without freedom is just another torture with an extended time limit.

Occasionally adding a little "hope" to despair will give birth to more radiant heart energy to those tough souls.

This is the art of torture.

It's the same reason that Bo Laike was called "The Demon of Hope" for a while.

Lord Cthulhu gave his "citizens" blood, then withdrew his consciousness and returned to the sanctuary of domination. He had already told them what he needed to say. He believed that those who were sent into the Maw during the battle of demons Souls are real warriors, and their previous daze was only due to their ignorance of the afterlife and their lack of goals.

After they fell into this hell, they didn't know what to do, and hearing that the warden had completely controlled the place made them feel that no matter how hard they struggled, the result would be nothing more than a sad mess that no one paid attention to.

Under such circumstances, it is impossible for Prince Renathal to truly strengthen these warrior souls.

But Laike gave them a goal, and revealed some "big plans" that sounded exciting. They don't know what the evil god is going to do in the world of death, but in fact, this is enough.

The warriors who had their goals returned to the battlefield. If they were not afraid of the raging demons, then the mere servants of death would naturally have nothing to fear.

For the warriors of Azeroth who have spent almost a decade in various wars since the age of the Dark Portal, even organizing the Great Crusade against the demon world of Argus, something that can be hacked is simply not worth it fear.

Their hearts have long been tempered in the face of all kinds of weird natural disasters and enemies, and death can't scare them down.

More importantly, many people think that after death, they will fall into a emptiness without perception, but in fact, after entering this world after death, they can still fight and live as they did when they were alive, which makes these old knives feel relieved.

Their stories can continue after death.

"You tell me the truth!"

On the way from the Dominion Sanctuary to the Magic Mirror Hall prepared by Zovall, Fenner, who was wearing a battle armor and carrying a Titan Killer, whispered to her younger brother:

"The demon war in Azeroth was so cruel, did you arrange it in advance?"

"Eh? Why do you think so?"

The pirate was playing with a beautiful Anima Orb, and asked in surprise:

"You think that I will take advantage of the opportunity of the demon war to send the souls of more than one million warriors into the shadow kingdom in a cruel way, and let them fall into the abyss to be tortured, just to prepare an attacking army in this world." The soul corps that seized the land?

In your heart, am I such a cruel bastard who regards life as worthless? "

"That's the kind of guy you are, without a doubt."

Fenner turned her nose up and said:

"The only thing I'm not sure about is whether there was any cooperation from the devil during this period. Maybe even the sealing of Sargeras was part of your plan."

"Ok"

Bu Laike looked at his sister with strange eyes.

He rubbed his chin, and after a few seconds, said:

"Is it because you have maintained a close relationship with the evil god that you have received the 'wisdom infusion'? Why did you become so smart all of a sudden that I was a little scared."

"Tch, I've always been smart, okay?"

Fenner tousled her hair in displeasure, and casually punched the outer armor of the Spirit Steel Golem passing by.

A clear fist mark appeared on the sturdy giant statue with barbs, and the two spirit steel blacksmiths who were repairing the golem looked at each other in blank dismay.

What is this woman from?

Can you punch the solid spirit steel out of the den with just one punch?

Hey, this is a female Tyrannosaurus wearing elf skin!

The elf warrior snorted, enjoying the surprise and awe of the oathsworn, she complained softly:

"I didn't use my brain before because I had you think for me, but now I have stepped on the road of anger leading to the force of life, if I don't use my brain anymore, I can't move forward.

I don't want to be left behind by you or lose all my pride and become your plaything. Although I don't hate that ending, I think I should try my best.

I have an archmage mother, and if you really think I'm a fool, then you underestimate me. "

"Well, good, good, keep it up."

Bu Laike stretched out his hand and patted Fenner's head in relief, saying:

"You don't need brains to be a warrior, and you've been a reckless man who charged into battle all your life. If you want to be called a true warrior god, you have to condense some wisdom into your strength.

At least you can't be sold and help count the money or something.

Look, our dear Lord Zovar has prepared treasures for us to leave the Maw. "

The pirate pointed forward.

In a small hall on the edge of the ruling sanctuary, a strange black magic mirror has been activated. The Venthyr-style magic mirror is like a portal, overflowing with heart energy and flowing with deep light.

Two Mawsworn Liches were manipulating it, and when they saw Braike walking over with his sister lover and that strange new broker-treasurer wearing a pirate hat and the little murloc pet, Mawsworn The lich then said in the indifferent tone that a dead person should have:

"The gate to Revendreth has been opened, Your Excellency the Silent One, you can enter Emperor Denathrius' Nathria Fort after crossing this demonic path, where a luxurious palace has been prepared for you." Welcome to the celebration."

"Well, I am indeed an unpopular guest, and my friend Zovall is not even willing to come forward to see me off."

Bo Laike sighed affectively.

Faced with his teasing, the Lich of the Deepsworn did not answer.

You really don’t have any compulsion to be a guest. You destroyed a border fortress of the Oathsworn when you first arrived. Shia, interfered and interrupted the joint treasure hunting operation of Maw and Venthyr.

The lion opened his mouth and asked Fort Doom as your temporary dock, and had a long secret conversation with the warden's prisoners without permission, and finally extorted a batch of extremely valuable anima orbs from Lord Zovall.

A guest like you, not to mention Maw, even the wildest Maldraxxus would probably not be able to accept it.

Mr. Zovall didn't smash your head with a hammer, which shows that he is very self-cultivated, so don't be picky about the rest, okay?

"I know I caused you a little trouble, and I'm really sorry."

The pirate waved goodbye to the deep-sworn lich, and said with a smile:

"But I will come back, believe me, next time I come back I will bring my dear Zovar a surprise gift that is enough to satisfy him.

I swear, by the silent one, by the lightless sea.

I'm leaving now, don't send it away. "

After finishing speaking, the pirate took Fenner's waist and walked into the tilted magic mirror in front of him. Wearing a pirate hat and a pirate windbreaker, Will Nali also strode proudly towards the mirror.

She never thought that she, a prisoner of the Maw, could leave this hell so easily.

As for the little murlocs.

This guy did not know where to touch a small fragment of the Chain of Dominion. Although it can no longer be called a divine weapon, this thing is still a real treasure in the Devouring Abyss.

Ben Bo Erba tied the broken chain of dominance around his wrist and swung it around as if showing off, the two deep-sworn liches frowned.

They wanted to snatch the treasure from the murloc's hand and keep it in Maw Abyss.

But they can't do it, they are annoying guests after all.

"I really hope that these bastards will encounter a teleportation accident and get completely lost in the storm of the space."

A deep-sworn lich couldn't take it anymore, and cursed in a low voice.

Its companion has no expression on his face, but he must be thinking the same in his heart, this damn villain has finally left, and the Devouring Abyss can finally be quiet for a few days, really.

"boom"

A crisp sound sounded from the magic mirror behind him, and the shattered mirror that was emitting black smoke scattered all over the place, making the two Liches who were about to leave the Abyss Oath look at each other.

this.

Is this the curse in effect?

No way!

The opponent is an evil god! How could it be so easy to curse?

"hum"

The moment the magic mirror shattered, Zovall's figure appeared outside the small hall, and the gloomy warden came striding forward, completely ignoring the two trembling deep-sworn liches.

He looked at the broken mirror, and the cold light in his eyes became deeper and deeper.

"Servants of God's destiny, servants of the gods. Damned cancer."

Zovall said so.

The magic mirror leading to Revendreth was made by Emperor Denathrius himself, and there is not so much power in the Kingdom of Shadows that can interfere and destroy it.

But those servants of the gods who live in the eternal city of Olympos can do this kind of thing. Those bastards probably sensed the fluctuation of destiny, so they planned to completely destroy the crisis in this way .

This proves that the arrival of Bu Laike Shaw will indeed bring terrible changes to the Shadowlands

As for the safety of the evil god, Zovar is not worried at all.

After all, He is also a god with dual godheads. If he died in a conspiracy so easily, it would be ridiculous for the rich, but such a cross-country transmission is disturbed. I don’t know which country Laike will be thrown into?

Hehe, the annoying customers should be taught a little lesson.

——

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The elongated scream was wrapped in a ball of light that broke through the space like a meteorite and crashed into the savage world. Miss Fenner felt as if she was thrown into a high-speed rotating goblin engine at a speed of several hundred revolutions per second. Spinning at high speed at crazy speed.

She had no idea what was going on.

All I know is that after stepping into the damn portal, the stinky brother yelled angrily, "There are always people who want to harm me", and then kicked her, kicking her out of the twisted portal.

If it were put on other people, it would be doubtful whether Bo Laike wanted to kill someone.

But Fenner would not think so, she would just stubbornly think that it was an approaching danger, and her brother was using this method to save her.

The facts were indeed as Fenner expected.

The moment she was kicked out of the teleportation passage, she saw with her own eyes that the passage that was supposed to lead to Revendreth twisted and exploded, and her younger brother also disappeared in the terrifying explosion.

But my brother will definitely not die.

Just kidding, how could such a rare disaster like him die in a sudden teleportation accident, he came to this world for Maiev, and now he hasn't even seen Maiev's face.

My brother is not one to give up halfway.

Well, the elf warrior took a few seconds to think clearly about the troubles Bu Laike encountered. After she thought that her brother would not be in danger, she began to think about her current situation.

Then she saw a strange building getting closer and closer in front of her. The pentagonal bone wall shaped a huge space, surrounded by all kinds of fanatical dead spirits shouting, and the center of the building It is a large platform like an arena.

In the sound of explosions getting closer and closer to the ground, Fenner could see a large group of undead in sharp clothes fighting a high-ranking demon with a strange posture.

this.

Is it a competition?

Is it so cool?

"boom"

Amidst the earth-shattering loud noise, Fenna landed on the ground face first, and hit the head of the unprepared upper demon like a shooting star amidst the astonishment of tens of thousands of onlookers.

Afterwards, the vibration of the entire arena surged like an earthquake, engulfing the undead warriors participating in the Grand Tournament in the Theater of Sadness, and turning them into scattered bones all over the ground a few seconds later.

Master Wall, who is the host of the Maldraxxus Grand Arena, is also puzzled. Before this powerful undead commander arrived in Maldraxxus, he was a butcher-like character who started a war of destruction in his world. , After his death, he joined the army master's command to fight in the South and the North, which can be said to be well-informed.

But he has never seen a hemp elf flying out of the space and smashing into this war-crazed chaotic land with such a bursting gesture.

"Uh, he must be dead, right?"

Master Wall rode his armed winged beast to the sky above the broken arena, glanced down, and was surprised to find that the sudden guy actually crawled up slowly in the impact pit.

The experience of being the host of the arena comes to mind, no matter where this guy comes from, as long as he comes to Maldraxxus, he must follow the rules here!

Then he shouted:

"Stranger! You are already standing on the land of Maldraxxus. According to the ancient rules, you have to participate in a competition of hundreds of people. Only the one who survives is eligible to become a member of this land and be granted access to the five Qualification for JI!

I ask you, do you want

"Huh? Will you survive a battle with a hundred local warriors?"

The disheveled Fenner raised her head and moved her slightly twisted neck.

She pulled out the Titan Killer from her waist with a swish, and the moment the weapon stained with the blood of the Titan was unsheathed, the cold and murderous aura shook the entire arena into silence.

In the dead silence, Fenner showed a fanatical and silly smile that a warrior should have. She raised her fist and said:

"Is there such a good thing? Of course, I want to participate!"

In the next second, this excellent female warrior taunted Master Wall in the sky:

"Hey, that big fat guy up there, you look a little strong, come on a hundred guys as strong as you, I'm right here, I won't go anywhere until I beat you all.

remember my name.

I am Fenna Gold Sword Proudmoore from Azeroth, come on, challenge me, please me with your weapons and screams! "

"No, you challenged us, you idiot but whatever!"

Master Wall, who has won the seven-time Sad Theater Massacre champion, corrected.

But then he shrugged, showing a bloodthirsty smile, grabbed the brutal bone sword on his back, jumped off the saddle of the winged beast, and shouted:

"The last lunatic from Azeroth killed a Marquis and became the new lord, and now, another challenger from that magical world has issued a call to us.

I am really more and more curious about the world that is rich in high-quality fighters.

Warriors of the Lord of War!

Enter the arena!

Only one person can leave alive today, and the corpse of the loser will become the spoils of the winner! "

The entire arena burst into applause. The audience had no idea that there would be a free "Master Battle" to watch today, and the noise almost lifted the ceiling of the theater of mourning.

Well, it's been a busy day for pure warriors.

(end of this chapter)