Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1930 58. The War Paradise of the Blonde Female Warrior

The Masters 100 ended a little later than expected.

Since the very classy Lord Laike didn't want to bully these warriors, he took a moment to relive what it's like to fight with sheer skill.

He didn't use his godhead.

But the facts have proved that after a creature has completed the ritual of ascending to the gods and completed self-transcendence from the existential level, even the most common fighting skills are definitely not something the warriors of Maldraxxus can resist.

Among other things, the speed of reaction alone is enough to kill these gladiator champions of various forms.

Before they attacked, Braike's overdeveloped brain even calculated the angle and route of their weapons. With a slash in front of him, Lord Cthulhu burst out seventeen or eighteen countermeasures in an instant, and he could choose the best one among them. kind of perfect.

There is simply no way to fight this.

In addition, the sad double blades in his hands are real magical weapons.

After being strengthened by the soldier master, it already has the sharpness and armor-piercing of the law level. No matter how thick the armor the enemy in front of him is wearing, it can only be cut into pieces with one knife.

And after drinking the eternal blood of the Winter Queen, the twin blades of sorrow possessed the evil power to extract life, which caused the warriors stabbed by them to fall weak and fall to the ground in an instant.

If it weren't for Laike not wanting to take away these souls, this battle like cutting melons and vegetables would only end faster.

The only threat to him is the death magic of several Lich Warriors, but it is only a little threat, after all, pirates can even see their mana lines when they cast spells with the naked eye

To put it bluntly, those liches and pirates knew what kind of poop they were going to pull.

This is not a level of competition at all, it is as outrageous as a Super Saiyan who has transformed into the eighteenth stage and ran to participate in the world's number one Budokai.

"It's such an honor."

When Laike left the arena full of dead bodies and broken arms with an unsatisfactory expression, General Delevingne, who watched the whole process of this unique battle contest, couldn't help but praise:

"You are just like the god of war, I have never seen such deadly and elegant fighting skills, and I have already defeated twelve gladiator masters back then, which made me very proud.

But compared to your great achievements today, I am nothing more than a mud toad sitting in a well watching the sky. "

"Huh? Such an honor? Have you received the Solar Tomahawk?"

Bu Laike looked at General Draven who was boasting about himself, he curled his lips, waved his hands with a lonely expression of a master and said:

"I am the evil god who fought against Lord Sargeras and survived, shouldn't it be an easy task to kill a hundred gladiator champions?

This is nothing to admire, nor should it come as a surprise.

But I did find some interesting things. Just in the pastimes, I realized a problem that I had never seen before. "

The Cthulhu stopped, looked at the blood-soaked and strange-colored land under his feet, picked up his pipe and blew smoke rings, and said to General Draven:

"I suddenly realized that Maldraxxus is different from other dead kingdoms. This land is alive."

"Ok?"

General Stoneborn was taken aback by these words.

It looked around subconsciously, blinked and said:

"What do you mean by that?"

"It means on the surface that this kingdom has its own consciousness, and it is consciously changing its form of existence according to the needs of the life in Maldraxxus."

Boo Laike stomped the ground beneath his feet like he was stomping on something alive to ooze dry blood from the dirt. The evil god looked at the barren and dilapidated land and the mountains and rivers in the distance. He said:

"This country is a field of conflict, and the five secret courts that are the Maldraxxus war system represent the five forms of power on this land.

This is a civilized system shaped by the military master's interpretation and understanding of war.

It is savage, primitive and unbreakable.

Even after the disappearance of the soldier lord, while the five secret courtyards were fighting openly and secretly, the land never stopped growing by itself. It was like a living creature, drawing strength from every fight, making Maldraxxas change. The whole in the world is always maintained at the level where a destructive war can be launched at any time. "

Lord Cthulhu paused, and said with a feeling of emotion:

"It's no wonder that the warlord can leave Maldraxxus without any burden, and doesn't have to stay in his own domain like the eternals of other kingdoms.

He spent countless epochs formulating the rules for the growth of this land. Even if there is no more soldier born here, this country will always prosper in the struggle.

That bad old man has some skills, I really underestimated him. "

As he spoke, the evil god raised his head as if feeling something, and looked into the distance of the sky together with General Draven beside him.

Amidst the surprised croaking of the little murloc beside him, a huge floating city is appearing from the distant sky. It has the appearance of a rhombus box, and the bottom of the inverted triangular city base is inlaid with dark green psychic stones, which can be lowered to the ground. Unleash devastating death energy, or use it to command tens of thousands of undead structures to rush into the battlefield.

This floating city is huge in size, layered up and down, and a huge skull decoration is inlaid on the front of its upper part, so as to add enough deterrence to this gloomy city and mark its belonging identity.

Armed construct guards surround the barbed edges of special bone at the city's corners.

Under Bu Laike's keen gaze, he saw those distinctive structures and their stitchers patrolling back and forth, and in the war beast pen below the city, there were also a group of stitched psychic rocs and Their knights are waiting to take off to meet the enemy.

This thing that is rare in other countries is full of the unique cruelty, gloomyness and extreme boast of power of Maldraxxus, and it did not appear by accident. When Braike saw it, it seemed to have discovered the evil god and his The servants fine-tuned their direction and flew towards the Theater of Sadness at an extremely fast speed that didn't fit the huge size of this thing.

"That's the floating city of the five secret courtyards!"

General Delevingne flapped his wings and prepared to take off. He said to Bo Laike:

"It is a war weapon that brings together all kinds of deadly power of Maldraxxus. It is said that each secret academy has its own war fortress. The one in front of us should belong to it."

"The secret courtyard of creation, just look at the different forms of abominations and structures carried on it."

Bu Laike also admired the floating city that was getting closer and closer in the distance. He reached out to prevent General Draven from flying into the sky for investigation, and said:

"After the military lord disappeared, the five secret courtyards fought openly and secretly. Although those psychic marquises also had direct descendants who were loyal to the military lord, not everyone could restrain their ambitions.

They are preparing each other for wars to conquer other secret courtyards, and there are definitely more than five floating cities like this.

I guess more war fortresses have been made, and they are hidden in the weapon Curry of the five secret courtyards, just waiting to be pulled out to fight the enemy when the war starts.

As expected of Maldraxxus, the style of painting is very strange.

When other countries were still confused because of a little heart, this group of strong men had already started planning to unify the country and elect a new military leader by force.

It's too wasteful for such an easy-to-use knife handle to stay in the Shadowlands, they should shine on more advanced battlefields. "

"You seem to know Maldraxxus very well?"

General Draven looked at Bo Laike in surprise, and it said:

"I feel that you know the entire Shadow Kingdom very well, and even know many secrets that even the locals have never heard of. Is this the domain of being a god?

Those secrets seem to have nothing to hide from your eyes. "

"No, it has nothing to do with whether I am a god or not. I collect information about this foreign world through other methods. It is difficult for me to explain this clearly to you.

Of course, you don't have to be too curious, please regard this as a little hobby of the gods who like to play tricks.

Look, that floating city is welcoming us. "

Lord Cthulhu said in a cheerful tone.

A few seconds later, a huge shadow was cast from the city in the sky to the ground, enveloping Laike and his minions.

The light of the teleportation technique also shone under the suspended floating city above the head. When the little murloc grabbed his elemental dung fork and pretended to be a loyal guard next to Braike, several psychics dressed in The guy in the robe was teleported from the floating city to the ground.

They are dressed in the style of this land, with robes intertwined with green and black, wearing beak masks like plague doctors on their faces, bony toes exposed without shoes, and bandages wrapped around their heads. The hand bones are used to prove that those who exist under this robe are real psychics who have shed their weak flesh and blood.

Along with them, there were several hideous and heavily armed structures.

It was no ordinary abomination, nothing like the flesh and blood constructs that Kel'Thuzad had sewn together in the psychic school of Narthalas College.

The abomination of Maldraxxus is obviously much more advanced.

They not only have more powerful combat bodies made of different corpses, but also have their own unique decorations.

Some abominations have six bone limbs planted on their backs, like a giant spider walking upright, some transform their hands into more destructive hammers and giant axes, and some put their heads on their heads. A bony crown or brightly colored battle banners tied around the shoulders.

They obviously have their own intelligence compared to the stupid abominations of Azeroth, and their intelligence is not low.

Lord Cthulhu looked at a huge structure in front of him strangely, discussing with the seamstress next to him about the latest and most popular clothing styles in the Shadowlands. It seemed that he was going to ask his seamstress to make a fashionable decoration for himself.

Well, even in the entire Shadowlands, it is estimated that only the Secret Academy of Creation, which is good at making structures, can make such a characterful abomination warrior.

While Bu Laike was watching with a pipe in his mouth, several psychic stitchers stepped forward, and the leader looked him up and down, as if confirming some external characteristics of Lord Cthulhu.

The eyes under the bird's beak mask shone with a cold and uncomfortable light, not like looking at a living person, but like looking at a corpse, and still thinking about the parts of the corpse. I can use it myself.

"You are Bo Laike?"

The psychic asked with a voice like rubbing stones:

"Blaike Shaw? A legendary pirate from Azeroth, who is said to be a god? But you don't look like a god, a little too...too low-key."

"I don't mind taking your floating city down with a single finger if you want to see me high-profile, but I guess that's considered bad manners anywhere."

The pirate exhaled the smoke ring and said casually:

"Did your master send you to invite me? Or to provoke me?"

"You should be more polite!"

The psychic stitcher snorted and said to Bo Laike without any respect:

"The ruthless Slayer, the golden-haired Queen of Creation, the Lord of the Chamber of Maldraxxus, the Destroyer of Gamal, the Commander of Thousands of Hatreds, the beautiful and powerful Lady Fenna Golden Sword Proudmoore is Our floating city awaits your arrival, Your Excellency Braike.

I heard you are her younger brother?

Good, then we'll be gentle when we recover the body after your death. "

"Ha, I knew it."

The crumb pirate showed a "sure enough" smile.

He knew that Fenner would not let him down. On a land like Maldraxxus that demanded fighting and competition, Fenner was the well-deserved chosen daughter.

However, the evil god was still a little confused. Before following the psychic into the floating city, he asked curiously:

"As far as I know, to become the commander of the Secret Academy of Creation, you must at least have a perfect understanding of psychic creation and structure suturing, right? Among other things, you must at least have your own knowledge in the field of constructing structures And opinions can convince the public.

Nor do I despise Fenner's knowledge.

But with her character, it is estimated that it is impossible for her to become a master of creation in a short period of time. How do you obey a guy who is... well, lacking? "

"Is there something lacking? Ah, you want to say 'none of learning, no skill'?"

The gloomy psychic stitcher was also a talent. He led the way and glanced at Laike again, shook his head, and said:

"The Secret Academy of Creation advocates whimsy, and we are happy to accept any changes that can make us stronger or bring more progress to psychic creation.

Marquess Fenner is indeed ignorant of phylogeny and structure lore, and she lacks understanding and necessary respect for these valuable knowledge, but it's no big deal.

She is generous enough.

After hacking to death the Marquis Gamar, who was arrogant, stupid, eager for dictatorship, and arrogantly wanted to replace the military lord over Maldraxxus, Gamal's perfect and shockingly constructed body was used as an experiment Materials were distributed to all seam masters.

This is enough for the masters to be grateful to her.

She is big enough too.

In order to become the commander-in-chief of the Secret Academy of Creation, Ms. Fenner signed an agreement with us very generously. When she unfortunately dies one day, her powerful and perfect body will also become a treasure of the Secret Academy of Creation.

She allowed us to use her body as experimental material"

Having said that, the psychic stitcher paused, glanced at Laike, and whispered:

"Most importantly, she's strong enough.

The reason we allowed her to take over as Master of the Creator's Chamber is because no one can beat her.

That terrible woman chopped up five hundred of our mightiest constructed warriors and our previous Marquis in one night, as she sat on the remains of the once mighty Marquess of Gamal in the morning light As we gulp, we know that the most powerful ruler in the history of the Academy of Creation has emerged.

Maldraxxus respects power, and Finna Golden Sword has enough power, so we respect her, we worship her, we follow her.

There may have been some voices of dissatisfaction before, but after Marquis Fenna led our army of structures, we took back the soul cellar occupied by the Ritual Secret Academy, and miraculously fought with the soul selection secrets who were attacking everywhere like mad dogs. After the Academy reached an alliance agreement, no one doubted her outstanding leadership.

Do you have any other questions? "

"there is none left."

Bu Laike glanced at the floating city above his head, he shook his head and said:

"Ah, warriors really have their own paradise, it's here, and fools without brains can get along here, what else can I say?

Let's go, let's go to the Marquis Fenner, I still have a lot to say to her. "

(end of this chapter)