Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1929 57. Maldraxxas' traditional performing arts: I want to play a hundred!

"We have already found clues to the soldier's mark in Kesia. Although the process was not so smooth, we have basically locked the track of the soldier's action in Kesia before his disappearance.

In short, there are a lot of weird guys here who call themselves 'Servants of God'.

They have stayed in Kesia for a long time, and it is said that they are guarding the hidden secrets of this land.

Of course, this information would be important if we didn't know Zaresantis, but the good news is that we have an omnipotent prophet on our side to guide us, so the news that the servants of the gods are desperately guarding is in our eyes. Come worthless. "

When Braike passed through the anima mirror and returned to Revendreth, and was waiting in the underground hall for General Draven to fine-tune the magic mirror leading to Maldraxxus, he took time to talk to the Narrator who was still in the Maw. Get in touch.

The one who answered the communication was Princess Mononoke Nagfar. According to the pirate's precious daughter, the two mothers have already led a team deep into Kesia, and it is estimated that they may not be able to contact them in the past few days.

"So how do you deal with those servants of God?"

Bu Laike asked with a pipe in his mouth while grabbing the seal in black. Nagfar, who was on the opposite side of the projection, moved the perspective of the conversation, so that Bu Laike saw the group of servants on the deck of the ghost ship who were cleaning the deck. .

she says:

"Because the ghost sailors were going ashore to look for treasures, so I caught these chattering guys on board and let them work hard. They didn't refuse, but they kept telling me that they saw it under the guidance of destiny. future.

What else did you say, Dad, you will destroy the foundation of existence of the entire Shadow Kingdom.

They were trying to instigate me, so I took it as a joke, anyway, being on Kesia's side is actually quite boring. By the way, these servants of the gods are very strange, Dad, they didn't even resist, and they worked hard and peacefully, which is incredible.

Ask them to clean the deck, they will clean the deck, even if no one is looking at them, they will not run away, and they will gather together and talk to each other after finishing their work.

Why does it feel like a group of fanatics, it makes people feel creepy. "

"For them, this is probably part of their self-understanding of destiny. They are like this. They can be selfless because of the guidance of destiny, and they can also be depressed because of the silence of destiny.

The only mission of these guys from birth to death is to interpret the destiny and maintain the destiny. They have no such thing as individual thinking and ideal wishes. "

The pirate yawned and explained to his precious daughter:

"Don't have too much communication with those servants of the gods. Those guys are very good at convincing themselves and others that they can indeed see a limited part of the future, but they are not prophets.

It is important to keep this in mind, it is okay to follow their advice but not to do exactly what they say.

After you get the mark of the master of war, hand over all the servants of the gods on the ship to Zoval, who has plenty of ways to deal with these bastards who talk about gods and gods. "

"Yeah, I know."

Nagfar made an OK gesture to her father, and she changed the subject again and said:

"This time, after Mama Safir and the little bitch Xalatas come back, we're going to go back to the Maw for supplies. When will those guys that Daddy mentioned come?

Do they have the guts to follow us to do this big thing in the Shadow Realm? "

"Soon."

Lord Cthulhu didn't want to discuss this issue too much, he took off his pipe and said to his daughter:

"What should come will always come. You are waiting patiently in Fort Doom. Remember to help me pay attention to the situation on Prince Renathal's side. If they need help, they can help you properly without exposing you."

Having said that, Laike saw General Delevingne standing next to the activated Maldraxxus magic mirror and gesturing to him, indicating that the passage was open.

Ready to send.

The pirate nodded and said goodbye to Naglfar:

"Say hard work to Sephiel and Xalatas for me, Maiev and I are looking forward to the day when we will meet you again, my good daughter, if you endure this deadline, you and I will both get Freedom and everything we desire."

"I don't care. As a ghost ship, I think life is very interesting now. Driving a group of ghost pirates to explore treasures in the ruins left by the Firstborn is a pastime that fits the pirate ship lifestyle.

But I doubt that the two women you have on your mind won't feel happy about it. "

Princess Mononoke grinned, put a black pirate hat on her head, and blew a farewell kiss to Dad, pouted and said:

"Salatas is a well-known jealous vat in the pirate world. Although Safir's mother seems to be indifferent on the surface, she also has her own ideas in her heart.

They can accompany you to find Maiev so that the man you fall in love with will not spend the rest of his life in loss and pain, but after you find Maiev, you have to use your whole life to repay the two mothers for you. Paid.

This may give me some warnings, so that I will be more cautious when dealing with relationships in the future. I don't want to repeat the mistakes of you old men and old ladies. "

"You little brat don't care about adults' affairs!"

Bu Laike said something with a wooden face.

His daughter immediately made a grimace and said "slightly slightly" to her father:

"Hurry up, Dad, hurry up, it seems that I have inherited your super strength in ridicule, no doubt my daughter."

"I think you want to piss me off so that you can inherit my pirate treasure, but you have a good idea, your little aunt is the first in line to inherit."

The crumb pirate curled his lips and reached out to turn off the communication projection. He lowered his head and said with a grin:

"It is said that the daughter is the caring little padded jacket of the old father, but I think you are too close to your Aunt Fenna, and this has become a black heart.

Well, I'm going to find Fenner.

God knows what happened to her in Maldraxxus, and I'm going to take her before it's too late.

Anyway, goodbye, girl from the Proudmoore family, remember to write letters to your grandfather and two grandmothers if you have nothing to do, the widowed old man will rely on the letters from his children and grandchildren for the rest of his life. "

After the chat, Laike exhaled the smoke ring comfortably, whistled again, and summoned the little murloc and his pet moonberry who were rummaging for good things in the corners of the underground palace.

They are going to their next destination.

"The magic mirror of Maldraxxus is different from the other two kingdoms."

Before crossing the Mirror Passage, General Draven explained to Boo Laike:

"That warlike country had magic effects on external teleportation from the beginning of its establishment, and all external teleportation, no matter what spellcasting skills they used, would eventually lead to the death arena in the center of Maldraxxus.

The people there called that arena the 'Theatre of Sorrow'.

They have their own rules, and the warlike guys stubbornly believe that Maldraxxus does not welcome the weak and cowards, so any outsider who enters that country must first go through a wave of brutal melee.

Only those who have survived the great melee will be allowed to stay in Maldraxxus for long, so prepare yourself for battle. "

"how about you?"

The evil god glanced at General Stoneborn, who shrugged humanely, took out a badge of the champion of the mourning theater from his backpack of Stoneborn, pinned it on the armor, and said with a curled mouth:

"How do you think I know the rules of that ghost place? I almost died on the land of the military master when I secretly shaped these passages for the emperor.

The day I went there, that damn arena was holding the annual 'Masters', and I was forced to have a 13-man melee with the monthly champion in the big arena

But how?

I'm still stronger. "

Speaking of which, General Delevingne seemed to touch some irreversible and terrifying marks on his rock body in memory, but the stone face was obviously a little smug.

Being able to win the championship in the Maldraxxus Masters already shows that he is a top combat power in the entire Shadow Realm.

"Well, then you are really miserable."

The Pirate of Scraps showed his trademark unlucky smile, and said:

"I don't think I will be so miserable that when I enter Maldraxxus, I will be forced to have a passionate fight with the mad gladiator champions, isn't it just killing a hundred people?

Trivial. "

The evil god snorted, kicked the little murloc who was a bit scared, and looked at Lady Moonberry, who was depressed because of being expelled from her hometown by the fairies. He grinned, and stepped into the spinning place before him. in the passage.

In fact, as Delevingne said, after entering the teleportation mirror, Braike really felt that the destination of the magic mirror was forcibly changed by the strange magic power, so that he could only cross the teleportation along a fixed route. path.

In the changes of the picture in front of him and the refraction of the light, the first thing Mr. Cthulhu sensed was the frantic shouts from the stands around the pentagonal arena.

There is also the pungent and disgusting smell of blood. From his professional point of view, one or two fights are not enough to make the smell of blood on the ground under his feet so strong. Soaked in blood, this land has even produced something similar to a "cursed aura".

Once a soul with a low life form enters here, it will be forced into a violent state of mind, letting go of all hesitation and thinking, and throwing itself into endless fighting like a wild beast.

This should be the characteristic of Maldraxxus, a country at war.

Indeed, as Delevingne introduced, cowards and the weak cannot survive in this country, and every life here is a fighter who has survived cruel battles.

It was like the legendary hell of Khorne.

"boring!"

Just a few seconds after Laike's figure appeared in the exciting gladiatorial competition, a deep roar sounded from the sky.

The evil god raised his head and saw a gloomy winged beast similar to a bipedal wyvern flying around in the sky above the arena, and a huge and hideous figure was riding on the armored wyvern with a huge sword on his back.

He seemed dissatisfied with the melee, but shouted in a broken voice:

"It has been so long since the last hundred-man master battle ended, but this glorious arena can only stage such low-level fights, you idiots are simply embarrassing for Maldraxxas!

The ferocious Grom Hellscream has pierced through the House of the Chosen, and established a new war order with his terrifying axe, and the new miracle Fenner Golden Sword born on this land also hacked to death. Marquis Marquis, the Secret Academy of Creation has changed hands.

The House of Eyes is splintering, and the terrible tormentor seeks new kills.

Those foreign visitors from Azeroth showed unparalleled fighting power and dominance! Hell, the native gladiators of Maldraxxus were crushed by them.

We have all become losers!

You trash!

Practice them all for me!

Nowadays!

Just today, this arena will see blood flow like a river! "

"boom"

Master Wall, who presided over the gladiatorial battle in the sky, had just finished shouting, and a large-scale Shadow Fury was smashed by the evil god on the ground full of blood.

At this moment, it was as if the purple god's hand fell from the sky, hitting every inch of the ground in the gladiatorial area of ​​the Theater of Sadness, crushing the skeletons, structures, and suture beasts who were struggling to fight all over the place. ground.

The arena, which was lively just now, fell silent in an instant. After everyone lay down, the prophet in black who was still standing there became a firefly in the darkness, so bright and outstanding.

"Hey!"

Bu Laike looked up at Master Vol in the sky, he exhaled a smoke ring and said:

"You mentioned Finna Golden Sword just now, right? Who did you say she just hacked to death?"

"I have no obligation to answer any of your questions, powerful outsider!"

Master Wall looked at the weird guy in the arena below in amazement. His fighter instinct told him that this guy was quite dangerous, even more dangerous than Grom Hellscream and Fina Golden Sword.

But as the host of the Theater of Sadness and the "grandfather of the village chief" who Maldraxxus welcomes the "newcomers", he still needs to tell this mysterious outsider the rules of this land.

"Ah, I understand."

Before Master Wall could speak, Bu Laike on the ground rubbed his hands, stretched out his hand to hold the hilt behind his back, and said in a relaxed tone:

"A hundred heads, right? Come on then."

"Bastard, you challenged us, not us. Ah, hell! Forget it, you bastards from Azeroth never play by the rules."

When Master Vol saw Bo Laike pull out a cold rune sword, he knew that this was a difficult day.

He will also feel a little bit pained.

After the last melee of a hundred master gladiators with Fenner Gold Sword, the stitching of those dismantled champions was just finished yesterday.

Including Master Wall himself, who has just been re-sewed up by psychics.

Today, this guy is obviously not a good person, and he is probably going to lie back in the hate factory after this battle.

But the warriors of Maldraxxus never shy away from a challenge, so Master Vol leaped from his winged beast, smacking the ground in front of Braike, drawing his brutal bone sword backhand and grabbing his horn to blow ring.

In the low voice of whining, the fence passage at the five corners of the Theater of Sadness was opened, and one after another ferocious figures walked out of it.

The audience in the stands were so happy that they were going crazy.

How long has it been since the last free "Hundred Masters Tournament", and there is a new Masters Tournament to watch.

They like this rhythm, those skeletons are waving tattered battle flags, shouting and cheering for their favorite gladiator champions, and some are so excited that they even take off their heads and shake them around Come to "warm up" the upcoming battle.

"I don't know when it started. More and more people came from Azeroth. You bastards have already killed two psychic marquises and turned the two secret courts upside down. The third secret court leader It may also be born between you.

Your arrival has thrown Maldraxxus into chaos. "

Master Vol reached out and pulled his hood down, leaning on his brutal bone sword and speaking to Bu Laike:

"But since the disappearance of the warlord, I haven't seen such a vigorous Maldraxxus for a long time. Your appearance has reinjected the burning passion into this stagnant war kingdom.

For that, we all have to thank you.

I'm also curious, what kind of changes will you, a powerful visitor from Azeroth, bring to this ancient land? "

"Change? No no no."

Bu Laike clasped the humming Salamani with both hands, and pulled lightly while his fingers were interlaced, and the two one-handed long swords slid down on both sides of his body like spread wings while the sharp blades neighed.

Lord Silent looked at the hundred gladiator champions gathered in front of him, and said softly:

"You know nothing of change, poor warrior of Maldraxxus, and your worship is but a few breezes from me, the storm to come.

Open your eyes and watch carefully, I will let you who have lost your goals regain your fangs, and I will let you who are deteriorating day by day become warriors again.

You are longing for war.

I will bring you war, an eternal bloody war.

No one is immune. "

"Ah, I'm starting to look forward to everything you promised, outsider!"

Master Wall's eyes under the hood lit up, and he felt that everything the guy said in front of him was so attractive to him, and he had never tired of training recruits in the arena all year round.

If there is ever an eternal bloody war that can be fought forever.

Ha, the future is like heaven.

"Everything you describe is very good, but we will not release water for it."

Master Wall raised the bone sword and shouted:

"One hundred heads! You can't miss one of them. Come on, experience the warm welcome ceremony that this land gives you."

"Well, I'm looking forward to it."

The pirate stretched his neck and said:

"Just use pure martial arts to play with you guys. Before we start the fight, let me tell you a secret, whether it's Grom or Fenner, they are all defeated by me.

So, guys, don't dream of the impossible, hope that doesn't exist is torture for you, relax, come on, enjoy the fight.

And try to please Me with your meaningless lives. "

(end of this chapter)