Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1931 59. Fenna·Golden Sword·Proudmoore·Relentless Abomination·The Marquess of Creation

What should be in a floating city designed and built by psychics?

A large number of grotesque undead? Organ traps all over the place? Randomly stacked limbs and broken arms? The constant suffering of howling souls to provide the necessary accompaniment to the city? It was necessary to add some instruments of torture that were stained with blood.

And all of this must be placed in an environment that is dark enough and cold enough to scare children.

But in reality, none of the above existed in the Maldraxxus-style war fortress floating city.

These messy things can only be found in the false floating city that is used to scare people. For the stitching masters of the Secret Academy of Creation, they always keep their laboratories clean.

It is also necessary to open bright windows in the laboratory to ensure the light source of the laboratory, so that I will not sew my hands on the wrong position of the feet when sewing, and will not put the heart of the structure in the wrong place due to old eyesight. ribcage.

The remaining limbs and arms that need to be used are called "raw materials".

There are specialized apprentices who look after them and accurately send materials with different functions into the sewing laboratory in advance when the instructors need them.

As for the howling souls, they will not be casually discarded in the corners of the Floating Void City. Those things will be "stocked" in the soul cellar so that they can maintain their firepower and wait for their new life in the structure.

Even if the test bed was accidentally covered with blood and flesh while stitching up the abomination, after the stitching was over, it would be cleaned up as quickly as possible so as not to affect the success rate of the next stitching experiment.

The long-established Academy of Creation has long passed the stage of barbaric development, and they have summed up their own set of experimental procedures and laboratory management methods.

It is difficult for those sloppy stitchers to go too far on this road.

Besides, the huge number of stitcher apprentices also had to find something to do for themselves, so as not to be caught by the instructor and be designated as the "material" for the next stitching experiment.

In short, after entering the Floating Void City of the Secret Academy of Creation, Laike was an eye-opener.

Along the way, he visited several laboratories where structure suturing was being carried out, and he felt from the bottom of his heart that all the disciples of the psychic school of Nazaras College should come here for an internship.

What is professionalism?

See how ritualistic people are when they sew the structure, not only will they ask in advance what special functions the souls who will be used as the core of the structure want, they will even provide personalized services for shape selection.

Tsk tsk, if he didn't know that it would be difficult for him to die, Laike would have signed an agreement with the Secret Academy of Creation on the spot to ensure that he could receive the structural resurrection service in the best laboratory here after his death.

He even thought about the shape of the structure used for his own resurrection. It must be powerful enough, handsome enough, and chic enough. It should have six hands, four legs, and three heads.

There are three more.

Uh, well no kidding.

Lord Cthulhu grinned, and showed a serious expression under the strange eyes of the suturing master next to him.

"Is she here?"

The pirate looked around at the sewing masters who were going back and forth, and said to the guy beside him:

"What is she going to do with all these smart people? How do I get the feeling that my sister is figuring out and pushing forward with a plan that's scary to think about?"

"Indeed, Lord Bo Laike."

Master Suture explained while leading the way:

"The Queen of Creation is contemplating her own great conquest. She sees the current chaos in Maldraxxus and is very dissatisfied with this dispute. She declares that the eternal warriors born in this great place should not point their weapons at each other. For Some insignificant leftovers consume my precious time.

She has already reached some kind of secret agreement with the Soul Selection Secret Court, and perhaps soon, the two secret courts will jointly attack the other three secret courts and promote a new power order on the land of Maldraxxus.

It has to be said that the Queen of Creation's plan is very much in line with the appetite of the elite constructors of the Secret Academy of Creation.

Those low-intelligence fellows have been persuaded and rallied around the Queen, which puts us normally sane master stitchers in a very embarrassing position.

It's not that we are unwilling to carry out this war, we just feel that even a war should have a reasonable plan. "

"Your ideas are correct, you really need to plan, but I doubt whether you can convince my Fenner that the world in her eyes is extremely simple and black and white, and the things she believes are difficult to change.

Talking to her requires skill, and convincing her requires high-end dark wisdom. "

Bu Laike shook his head, stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the command hall where the Queen of Creation was in front of him. He gave the suturing master beside him a look, gave a thumbs up and showed a confident smile with eight white teeth.

Say:

"In short, leave it to me, and I will persuade Fenner to give up her unrealistic and stupid idea.

There is really no pattern at all, and they have become the masters of the secret courtyard, and their eyes are still only on the one-third of an acre of Maldraxxus, which is too wrong. "

"Uh"

The sewing master who sent Laike over felt that the evil god's words were a bit problematic, but before he could stop the persuasion, he saw the pirates pushing the door and entering the command hall, and then the always ruthless Marquis Fenner screamed in surprise, and then there were men and women The sounds of hugs and kisses sounded from it.

"?"

The master stitcher's eyes widened.

If his memory or ears are correct, what Lord Evil God said just now is that Marquis Fenner is his sister, right? Has the life of the nobles of this material world become corrupted to this extent?

Tsk tsk, for the sake of my own life and the unfinished stitching experiment, I'd better not think too much about the details of these issues.

The master stitcher thought so, and then saw the Queen of Creation kick out everyone in the command hall and slam the door shut,

Who knows what the two of them will be doing in there.

what! Flesh and flesh beings who are controlled by some nasty instincts are really weak, unlike undead like them, they will never waste time on such things.

A sense of superiority suddenly rose in Master Suture's heart.

It was enough for him to walk out with his chest raised and his head held high. As a result, within a few steps, he heard his colleagues discussing the disagreements that had been circulating in the Secret Academy of Creation for many years.

For example, when making a structure, whether to prepare a beautiful appearance in addition to focusing on core strength, or whether masters of stitching can establish a more intimate spiritual connection with their structures than friends and other stupid questions.

This is a complete waste of time!

The master stitcher snorted, rolled up his sleeves and rushed over to start a verbal debate with his stupid compatriots.

He offers his own powerful and unique point of view.

He believed that the appearance of the structure was as important as its strength. If it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't collect the corpses of the Kyrian angels, he would have sewed himself a long-legged structure wife with wings.

This point of view was instantly appreciated by many sewing masters.

Alas, men are so sad, both the living and the dead.

On the other side, in Fenner's command hall, the Queen of Creation and her stinky brother who had been separated for a long time also had a lively discussion. On the podium where she wrote her conquest plan, she used her strength to fight Skill and Mr. Cthulhu discussed who had missed each other more for such a long time.

The discussion between the two was so serious that the carefully crafted command sand table was messed up. On the unique bone throne of the Queen of Creation, Fenna with a lazy face leaned against her younger brother's arms, she slightly closed her eyes and sighed Say:

"I'll have to ask those stupid constructs to make a new map of Maldraxxus for me in a while, it's all your fault! I said I'm going to the bedroom"

"It was you who rushed forward first."

The pirate immediately threw the pot away, waved his hand and patted the restless warrior queen in his arms, and said:

"And your damn plan, your subordinates told me that you have reached a secret agreement with the new marquis of the Soul Selected Academy? Did that bastard Grom give you face like this? I heard he chopped down all the way All the death knights in the Secret Academy of Soul have become marquises, are your actions in the Secret Academy of Creation also paying tribute to him?"

"Uh"

This question made Fenner roll her eyes, she put her arms around her brother's neck, raised her head like a charming elf cat, and whispered in his ear:

"Actually, the order of this matter should be changed. After playing all the way from the Theater of Sadness, I went to the Secret Academy of Soul Selection first. I think it is more in line with my appetite.

As a result, as soon as I killed the soul-chosen baron named Veraz, I met Lao Hou who jumped out with an ax and tried to find me desperately.

Of course I didn’t refuse, I have been fighting with him for a long time, that old guy has been in Maldraxxus longer than me, and he has mastered some strange powers, in short, I took out Taeshalach as a result Still lost.

But I only lost one trick."

Fenna wrinkled her nose in displeasure. She glanced at her brother who was listening attentively, kissed him on the cheek again, and continued:

"Old Roar said that he would give me the status of Baron of Soul Chosen and let me serve him. He originally planned to take the Soul Chosen Secret Academy to attack the Creation Secret Academy, but I refused.

Am I the kind of warrior who would be willing to bow down to others?

I asked him to help contain the outer structure legion of the secret courtyard of creation, and then rushed into this floating city.

I killed the Marquis Gammar and his elite guards overnight, and owed the contract with those suture masters that my body will be returned to them after death, so they regarded me as the Queen of Creation. "

"It really seems like something you can do."

Bu Laike leaned on the bone throne, stretched out his hand to caress Fenner's waist, and after a few seconds, he said:

"But Lao Hou definitely didn't help you for free, right? You reached some agreement with him? The agreement you signed on behalf of the Secret Academy of Creation and the Secret Academy of Soul Selection?

What is the content? "

"Uh, this is very complicated, I can't tell you right now, I need to leave it in suspense. But Lao Hou and I are going to meet tonight to talk about some important things.

It has something to do with the Academy of Sharp Eyes, so that's all I can say.

That secret court is very good at sending assassins to lurk in the shadows of other secret courts, any conspiracy against them will be detected in advance, Lao Hou and I have been trying to find a way to keep it secret. "

Fenner explained in a low voice.

Writhing in the pirate's arms like a fish, she grabbed Boo Laike's ear with both hands and said:

"You just said that my plan is not perfect, you must have your own ideas, right? Tell me, what are you going to do in Maldraxxus?

The mark of the soldier master is not here, I thought you would go directly to the fortress. "

"I'm going there, but if I go there alone, I'm going to be blasted out of the golden plain by the little blue angels' anima colossi all the way."

Bo Laike shook his head, he looked into Fenner's bright eyes, stretched out his hand to flick her nose again, and said:

"I have to press this matter back. When you and Grom meet, I will talk to both of you. Don't worry, this matter will not only not affect your rule over each other's Chamber of Secrets, but will also let you To be the war hero of Maldraxxus."

"Oh, well, I believe you."

Fenner didn't ask too many questions, her habit made her obey Braike's command, but after a few seconds, Fenner seemed to remember something important, she sat up from the pirate's arms, and stood in the golden hair. Looking down at him like a cloak shaking, he said:

"I want you to do me a favor, brother."

"Well, you say."

Bo Laike closed his eyes slightly, he raised his head to look like a gentleman, Fenner grinned and said:

"I would like to ask your help to summon Dean Lanyue and old Meri to Maldraxxus. You know, there is a ritual secret courtyard among the five secret courtyards, which is full of liches, all witches from the entire material star Demons gather there.

It was a place where knowledge was the most important thing, and Lao Hou and I couldn't get in at all. It was the most difficult place to deal with among the five secret courtyards.

Whether it's me or Grom who wants to unify the entire Maldraxxus, we can't get around those stubborn liches, but it's impossible for you to let us both become masters of death magic in a short time.

so."

"So you want to find foreign aid?"

The Scrap Pirate rolled his eyes and grabbed the elf warrior's slender waist. It seemed that her request was too much and gave him a headache. He thought about it and said:

"It's a good thing you can think of such a method, but I think Dean Lanyue and Old Meili may not play around with you, and there are quite a lot of things on their side."

"But sooner or later they're going to be here."

Fenna hugged her younger brother's head tenderly, and while stroking, whispered softly:

"Dean Lanyue and old Meri will one day leave the material world under the call of death, and at that time they will cross the curtain of life and death and arrive at Maldraxxus.

They are already liches, and the Ritual House is their eternal home.

It's no big deal to adapt to the environment here in advance, not to mention, they will definitely learn valuable knowledge there

I think it's good for both of us.

And that Kel'Thuzad in the psychic school, isn't he the master of constructing structures in Azeroth? And he also completed the transformation ceremony of the Lich, let him come too.

I can even give him the status of the Baron of Creation. Anyway, the idiot who was loyal to Gamal before has been hacked to death by me, even his soul has been chopped to pieces.

He can study in the Secret Academy of Creation, and I'm serious, if he adapts here, he can even take over the title of Marquis of Creation from me.

I don't really like it here anyway. "

The elf warrior stretched his body and said to Bo Laike:

"You always have to leave here, just like you left Azeroth, I hope to have a cabin of my own on the Naglfar, and I will be with you, brother.

I will accompany you to the end of this journey, but the legends and stories I left behind in Maldraxxus must also have a happy ending, so."

Fenna leaned down and pinched Bo Laike hard on the forehead, she said:

"I'll leave it to you."

(end of this chapter)