Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1909 37. Everyone is Ms. Elune's dog leg, there is nothing to talk about

Ms. Caretaker felt as if she might as well be dead when she woke up.

She felt as if she was placed on a stretcher and being carried and walked quickly.

Although the eyes were unable to open due to extreme weakness, as if glued to them, the Venthyr lady groaned in pain the moment her perception returned.

It doesn't feel good to be stabbed through the heart from behind.

The feeling that her heart was cut open by the cold things made her, a creature in the kingdom of death, truly feel the feeling of the arrival of death.

Uh, it should be the feeling of death coming again.

After all, apart from the first generation of Venthyr created by the emperor himself, except for Prince Renathal, most of the other vampires with anima were transformed from souls who were willing to atone for their sins.

"I should have died"

She tried her best to adapt herself to the constantly bumpy environment, and then struggled to turn her head like turning a rusty gear, opened her eyes bit by bit, and said weakly:

"Where am I? Who's around?"

"it's me."

A familiar voice made the caretaker's bewildered will tremble. She endured the continuous pain and opened her eyes wide, and saw walking beside the stretcher, wearing a gray-black cloak, wearing the Oath of Oath armor, and carrying the Oath of Oath. The Tomahawk guy took off the skeletal black steel mask on his face, revealing the thin face of Prince Renathal.

"His Royal Highness Prince?"

The caretaker wanted to get up in surprise, but was pushed back onto the stretcher by Prince Renathal.

He reassured carefully:

"I know you have a lot of questions, but you need to rest now, and when we get back to the hiding place, I can explain it to you slowly.

Don't worry, Mrs. Caretaker, the accuser and the countess who 'came down' with you have been found. Thanks to the help of 'that lord', we disgusted rebels can finally be in real safety. confluence.

We no longer have to worry about the punishment from the Great Emperor, and we can quietly accumulate more strength, waiting for the day of counterattack. "

"Did you go crazy because you stayed in Devouring Abyss for too long?"

Although still weak, Madam Caretaker's venomous tongue has not diminished in the slightest.

Carried by two tauren soul warriors wearing large spiritual steel battle armors, they quickly crossed the gap between the Styx Bridge on a stretcher. Looking at the screaming remnants looming in the smoke of the Styx below, she said in a lonely tone:

"We've all fallen into the Devouring Abyss, and you still want to counterattack? Look at this damn place around you, if we survive here for a month, it's considered a great success.

Also, who is 'that lord'? "

"It's the one who sent you down."

Prince Renathal shook his head.

He looked back at the silent warriors who stretched out their hands to carry the other two stretchers, and was once again surprised and moved by the will of these tough warriors from the world of Azeroth.

He put the spiritual steel mask that concealed his face on his head, and said to the desperate caretaker in a low voice:

"I also thought that despair was the only consolation I could find after ignominious failure, but it turns out that my vision is still too poor to be guided by some delicate and sharp wit.

The lord explained his idea to me, and I was attracted by that great idea, willing to be his collaborator on the Maw and looking forward to the hope and future he promised.

I have realized that our struggle is only part of a larger war.

I'm honored to be a part of it. "

The caretaker was silent for a few seconds, she closed her eyes on the stretcher, and complained:

"You look very much like a lunatic bewitched by the evil god, saying some inexplicable and incomprehensible words, but I must also admit that if the evil god who killed me is your collaborator, then at least you are in the realm of madness." On the other hand, you don't need other people's help anymore.

Hiss. That sword really hurt, my heart was really cut open.

There are other weird powers attached to that strange soul blade, which allowed me to maintain the stability of my soul while feeling the pain, and as a result, I couldn't escape the scars from being eaten away even in a coma.

asshole!

If this is just acting, is this step required? "

Prince Renathal shook his head.

He knew that this was just a routine complaint from the caretaker lady, and this wise lady should also understand that to complete this cheating under the eyes of the emperor, pain as fresh as death is necessary.

"Soul Eater Dragoons are approaching! Pay attention to concealment!"

The elf soul who rode on an abyss-maw hound as a scout shouted.

Prince Renathal and his soldiers skillfully rushed towards the shadow of the nearest gray rock, and were surrounded by the ubiquitous shadow of death in the Maw amidst the sinister laughter of a few eerie slender jaws.

A few seconds later, three Abyss Soul Eater Flying Dragoons spread their wings and flew over this area, as if they were parasitized by shadow pollution, but they couldn't find anything wrong.

"Thank you, Mr. Gani."

Prince Renathal heaved a sigh of relief, removed his finger from the Abyss Maw Ax on his back, and said something to the shadow that dissipated on his body, but no one answered him, that strange God of Scavengers should have gone elsewhere Collected its favorite trash.

This simple and honest character makes the sinful prince appreciate it very much.

While ordering the soldiers to continue on their way with the three nobles who had been thrown into the Maw, he decided in his heart that if his great cause of resistance could be successful, then when he returned to Fort Nasria, he would definitely take All the rubbish in the whole of Revendreth was given to the old Lord Garni as a reward for his great contribution to the great cause of the Venthyr population.

The ruins of Temakulun Fortress, where they had recently lived, were within sight, and His Royal Highness could even see the broken outpost on the Plain of Torment being reactivated.

There was a group of orc wolf cavalry undead stationed there, and in the ruins of the fortress, nearly a thousand undead warriors who had escaped from various cages were camping.

These are definitely the best fighters Prince Renathal has ever seen.

They don't even need His Royal Highness to reorganize their combat organization, they still maintain the excellent military organization ability they had when they were alive after death.

They are simply born fighters, with the discipline and endurance comparable to the Stone Legion.

Based on the number of souls that are still being sent into the Maw, it may not take half a month for Reina Thor to gather a powerful and usable army.

Then the next step is to find a weapon arsenal of the Oathsworn to defeat the warriors who used it to arm themselves, and wait for the information sent back by the adult before proceeding to the next step.

The Prince of Sin already knows his ultimate mission.

He needs to break through that damned Torghast Tower of Sin Soul at some point in the future, release all the souls imprisoned in it to form an armed force, make a big fuss in the Maw, and then return to Ravend with victory Si, cast his father, who had fallen into delusional fantasies, from the throne of the Lord of Sin.

This is not a personal grievance of a father's kindness and son's filial piety.

This is for the Shadow Kingdom, and even the future of all the worlds and countries shaped by the six force systems. This is a goal so great that Prince Renathal has no reason to refuse.

Of course, he couldn't refuse.

If he wants to deviate from this mission, I'm afraid that these dead warriors who are loyal to him will immediately point their weapons at him. Whether he wants to or not, he is already a cog in a big plan.

But there is nothing wrong with obedience.

His Royal Highness shrugged.

Anyway, this coincides with his original goal. Look at the environment he is in. Even if he fails, he will not lose anything. He has already gone to hell. How bad can it be?

On the contrary, it is this high-risk and high-reward adventure that makes people obsessed.

In case it works.

Hehe, in the words of brokers, this is a lucrative business.

It really makes people feel excited even if they stay in the hopeless abyss.

——

At the same time, in the aristocratic area of ​​Fort Nathria at the dawn of Revenders, in a hidden manor surrounded by several towers, Braike, who had just completed the task assigned by Emperor Denathrius, and His lovely wife, Maiev, is visiting the reclusive Sin Harvester Lady Stonesmith, owner of the Order of Wrath.

Compared with other sin lords, this lady is very low-key. Although she also has one-seventh of Revendreth's ruling power, she almost never gets involved in any political affairs of this land.

She didn't have the slightest interest in ruling, and she didn't even take part in the banquets that the Emperor organized and those Venthyrs were fond of, just like a rare hermit among a group of depraved and extravagant vampires.

However, this does not mean that the stonesmith is an unpopular role.

In fact, she is the most powerful person on the land of Revendreth, and even Emperor Denathrius, who shaped Revendreth, has to give her three points of courtesy.

The reason is also very simple, the Stonesmith controls the entire military power of Revendreth.

She is the creator of the Stone Legion and all Stoneborn. If Emperor Denathrius has absolute control over Venthyr and Nathrezim, then the Stonesmith also has the power to manipulate Stoneborn, although this The lady never uses this power.

Prince Renathal also came to the Stonesmith before launching that stupid rebellion. With her help, overthrowing the Emperor's rule would no longer be a difficult task.

But the embarrassing thing is that the prince came down to visit three times, but he couldn't even enter the gate of the stone blacksmith's manor.

This stupid request was simply ignored.

It can be said to be very cold.

"Lord Bo Laike, you should know that it is very rude to stare at a lady's forehead all the time, right?"

In this workshop full of strange statues of various shapes, the stone blacksmith, holding a silver-gray forging hammer, is busy carving out a huge stone statue that resembles a Stoneborn but is more ferocious, with his back to Laike. couple.

She said in a cold tone that a craftsman should have:

"Is there something dirty on my head?"

"Uh, no, but it's because there is nothing that makes people feel curious."

Bu Laike curled his lips, staring at the stone blacksmith's bald head, which was as barren as Zoval, and said in a strange tone:

"Although I have known for a long time that you are the only mysterious person on this land who can rival Denathrius the Great, I didn't realize that my doubts about you were completely groundless until I actually met you.

Being able to perfectly control this hairstyle of a strong man has fully proved your invincible strength Well, on behalf of Ms. Elune, I pay tribute to you, the greatest Ms. Moon Night God of War. "

After the pirate finished speaking, Maiev pinched his back severely.

The sinful princess glared at her outspoken husband, how could she comment on her hairstyle so frivolously in front of a lady? how? Do you think women can't keep their heads bald?

You are sexist, do you know that?

It needs to be punched and apologized!

"Once?"

But the Stonesmith didn't care what Laike said about her unique hairstyle, and the Sinlord, with his exaggerated bald head and a uniquely delicate ruby-ringed crown on his brow, stopped pounding the statue.

Savoring the unique meaning of Laike's words, she put down the hammer and turned around a few seconds later.

The unique pair of eyes mixed with blood like topaz stared at the pirates, while the Lord Cthulhu keenly noticed the teardrop-shaped emblem belonging to Elune on the surface of the stone blacksmith's hammer.

Steady!

Bu Laike thought so in his heart.

The Lord of Sin, who can be transformed into Venthyr after death, has obtained the power of the Eternal but still engraves the coat of arms of Lady Elune on his own utensils. He still holds on to his beliefs.

In other words, this is the real one!

Since it's your own person, there's nothing to worry about. Everyone is Miss Elune's lackeys, so naturally there is nothing that cannot be discussed.

"You said that I was the greatest Moon Night God of War 'ever'?"

The stone blacksmith looked at the evil god in a puzzled manner, and said:

"I'm curious, after countless years after I arrived in the world of death, has a new Luna miracle been born in the material stars? I heard your story from Maiev's little sister, Braike Shaw, you are Ai Ms. Lune belongs to God?"

The haughty and indifferent bald lady looked Boo Laike up and down, and after a few seconds she sneered and said:

"Ms. Elune still seems to be obsessed with having sex with wild women. Her brain is broken. She actually chose an evil god to be her god. It's really shameful to believe in such a god."

"Ha! That's the smell, that's right."

Hearing the stone blacksmith's merciless and sharp complaints about the gods he believed in, Bu Laike's eyes suddenly lit up. He strode forward and said enthusiastically to the stone blacksmith:

"You and I are absolutely perfect friends! My dear Ms. Strong, in fact, I have endured Ms. Elune's unique 'little hobby' for a long time.

You don't know, in order to please her, I even persuaded a demigod of the wilderness in Azeroth to accept Ms. Elune's fiery love, but I am a majestic evil god, and I actually went to pimp her."

"Huh? Have you ever done such an embarrassing thing? I thought I was the only one forced to do it.

In my quest to save my world from the ravages of the Void, I had to sacrifice the thousand-year-old sacred beast my ancient nation had revered in order to gain power from Lady Elune.

The fellow was white-haired and handsome by beast standards. "

The stone blacksmith also showed interest.

Under Mrs. Maiev's twitching eyes, Mrs. Stonesmith, who has always been indifferent and serious in front of her, is so serious that people dare not breathe. She chatted with her unreliable husband with great interest about the three of them. The shameful past of excessive belief in gods.

"cough cough"

When Stonesmith and Bu Laike started exchanging some dirty gossip about Luna, Maiev couldn't stand it anymore, she coughed a few times, reminding the two big men to get down to business.

"How did you like her? So boring, so stuffy, so unattractive."

The stone blacksmith who was interrupted from the conversation glanced at Maiev, and complained to Bu Laike, the evil god sighed very cooperatively, and said:

"When I was young, frivolous and ignorant, I was captured by a cute priest like little white flower. When I came back to my senses, she had tied the chains of heart and love to my heart.

Please don't say that about my wife, Mrs. Stonesmith.

She is indeed boring and conservative at certain times, but I believe she still has a lot of room for improvement in terms of sexiness. She has begun to learn from the depraved and extravagant Venthyr, which is worth encouraging. "

Seeing that Maiev, who was scolded, had already frowned and clenched his fists, the evil god coughed twice, and said to the stone blacksmith who held the wine glass in a serious manner:

"Enough chatting, let's get down to business."

"Okay, let's get down to business."

The stonesmith snorted, and glanced at the Sorrow Blade hidden in the Luna Armor behind Laike, she took a sip of her wine, and said without beginning and end:

"You killed them?"

"That's right."

The pirate made a falling thing and replied:

"They will not interfere with the Great Emperor's great cause."

"Good kill."

The ruthless bald lady sneered and said:

"These Venthyrs are obsessed with cleverness, and like to try to use intrigue to match the majestic might.

So was Rethonal, so was the cunning and mercurial accuser, and even they were inferior to the Countess, who threw herself into politics and gang-building.

How can such a bastard achieve anything?

I'm not even interested in their little plots, but you came to visit me with full confidence. I think Lord Cthulhu must have a plan that will make me look different.

Speak. "

Bo Laike maintained a gentle smile.

After confirming that the emperor was not eavesdropping, he whispered a noun:

"My plan is the nathrezim."

(end of this chapter)