Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1937 65. What qualifications does garbage that can't even cause a catastrophe instantly become a Lich Baron? Negative Ratings!

In the mountains to the northeast of Maldraxxus, in the mysterious valley separated from the base camp of the Eye of the Eye, the always quiet Ritual Academy suddenly became lively when tonight came.

Ritual envoys who were sent to various parts of the country to conduct various researches and observations were recalled back to this extremely cold valley in advance, and the noble Lich mentors also prepared the bones of their own Lich bodies in advance. In addition to cleaning and embellishing, some fastidious guys even sprayed the perfume of the dead produced by the withering secret courtyard on their bodies of bones.

And a large number of Lich apprentices changed into apprentice robes without holes and stains. They wore the uniform beak masks of the psychic apprentices in the war kingdom, and walked from their psychic towers under the leadership of their respective mentors. out, and gather around the great platform of the Abyss of Sacrifice beneath the Deadfrost Mountains of the House of Rituals.

The shadow of Zor Ramus, the war floating city just completed by the Academy of Rituals, emerged little by little from the reflection of the Deadfrost Mountains. Under the gazes of the lich, guards and apprentices looking up, the emanating The war fortress covered with endless frost soon floated above this valley.

According to tradition, the next step is to wait for the powerful and eternal Marquis Sindani to come forward and announce that this time the Lich Assessment has started.

The apprentices were whispering the gossip they didn't know where they heard it.

Some people are saying that this brand-new floating city is nominally made by the Marquis to serve as an assessment venue for this lich assessment, but in fact this floating city was made to deal with possible civil strife in Maldraxxus.

While other secret courts are sharpening their knives at each other, the seemingly peaceful ritual secret court is actually preparing secretly. Liches who master the true meaning of death magic are not afraid of war. The destructive magic they master is Their biggest hole card.

This is the common cognition of most Lich apprentices.

They thought that their secret court was invincible, and even secretly looked forward to the coming of war.

That means that these recruits will also go to the battlefield to snatch all kinds of materials they need and meritorious service that they lack in peacetime from the losers of other secret institutes.

In the secret courtyard of rituals, it is difficult for them without meritorious service to survive until the day they pass the promotion ceremony. If they cannot go to the library of official liches to find knowledge to strengthen themselves, then they can only rely on one It is not so optimistic to estimate that the hot blood will pass the transformation ceremony.

But there are also some well-informed guys who scoff at this stupid "lich victory theory".

They whispered that the allies secretly selected by the Marquis Sindani for the Ritual House had suffered a disgraceful defeat not long ago. If the war really broke out, then the liches would probably have to face the threat from the other four secret houses alone.

It is said that Lord Marquis is doing his best to send people through the dangerous ooze spore forest, trying to get in touch with the Withering Secret Academy and establish a deeper cooperation.

But so far no good news has come back.

The apprentices were chattering and discussing. The apprentices who usually complete the academic tasks assigned by the Lich mentors in their respective psychic towers rarely have such a relaxing moment. They don't have to worry about the pressure of schoolwork and experiments. On the assessment day, let go of your gossip nature.

And the official liches present also came from the stage of apprentices, and these bones and skeletons who mastered powerful magic didn't care about the presumptuousness of the apprentices.

In fact, every official lich present is not in the mood to pay attention to their apprentices.

This internal assessment of the secret academy is not aimed at apprentices who can be replaced at any time, but at them.

After all, the secret academy of rituals is a place controlled by knowledge owners. Compared with other secret courtyards, the war fortress model here is actually more similar to a teaching institution, which is very similar to the withered secret courtyard.

But the difference between the two is that the internal competition in the Ritual Academy is obviously more intense.

Every secret court in Maldraxxus has a marquis and two barons as the top management. The title of the marquis rarely changes drastically in a short period of time, but it is difficult for the barons to sit still for a long time s position.

None of the guys who can become a lich is a good baby who will make people feel at ease. They are all ambitious and eager to be promoted to high positions and control power. Therefore, every time the internal assessment of the Ritual Academy, there will be almost a Lich Baron who will be squeezed out. Lower high.

The Marquis Sindani, who is the master of the Lich, does not interfere with this process.

She even encourages this kind of internal competition, which fits very well with the larger environment of Maldraxxus, where the weak need to be eliminated so that the strong can have everything.

But today, Marquis Sindani seems to be in a bad mood.

She just made her luxuriously decorated lich body appear briefly on the platform of the floating city.

He didn't even talk nonsense, and announced the start of the secret academy assessment very directly, and returned to the command hall of the floating city without even saying a half punctuation mark.

This scene made the conscientious liches realize that something was wrong, but there was no more time left for them to think.

The two Lich Baron "Frost Binder" Zollner and "Last Breath" Bamidar under the command of Marquis Sindani are driving magic from the new and powerful floating city to the assessment below, bound by the cold bones place.

No one knows what the two barons are thinking, but at least on the surface they seem to be full of confidence.

There are now almost 170 official liches in the entire secret courtyard. Except for most of the legendary rookies, the remaining nearly forty are demigod-level veteran liches.

Among them, there are also powerful people who once served as the Lich Baron but overturned midway.

This means that if the two current Lich Barons want to defend their power and reputation, they must accept the continuous challenges of these coveted guys in the three-day assessment.

Fortunately, according to the rules, each lich can only choose one opponent.

This means that the two Lich Barons can share the pressure for each other. They must join forces during these three days, otherwise both guys will probably lose everything they have.

However, Marquis Sindani, who was very interested in the Lich assessment in the past, really lacks interest today.

She didn't even appear on the dome tower of Floating Void City to watch this exciting internal competition, watching those Lich adults who usually have five people and six people want to beat each other's dog brains out for the two bones she dropped .

Madame Marquis is really annoying right now

She was staying alone in the command hall of the Floating Void City, playing with a rather unique bone psychic scepter in her hand, and she was thinking deeply in the eye sockets shining with soul fire on the body of the lich.

Regarding the internal disputes in Maldraxxus, Marquis Sindani also has her own considerations. It is not that she is not eager to seize power, but she knows the importance of timing.

She had selected a reliable collaborator for the Ritual Academy a long time ago, and was waiting for the world to be in chaos. She commanded the liches and her collaborators to cooperate with each other, and broke out in one fell swoop by surprise. Rule the throne of Maldraxxus to establish a great reign of the liches.

Unlike other people on this land, Marquis Sindani always believed that the violent power should be commanded by ruthless wisdom, just like the warlord commanded the entire Maldraxxus with his eternal war wisdom, bringing the entire shadow kingdom The peace of countless epochs is the same.

From this point of view, no one is more suitable to be the new ruler of Maldraxxus than her who controls the Ritual Chamber. After all, you can't expect a group of warriors and structures to compete with the liches in terms of intelligence. .

But plans can't keep up with changes.

Who would have thought that her loyal collaborator, Marquis Gamal, who was about to be completely controlled by her own wisdom, would be hacked to death by a guy who appeared out of nowhere!

The entire incident took place in one night from the beginning to the end, and the incident was so fast that Marquis Sindani couldn't react at all, and when she learned the inside story, the news of the alliance between the Secret Academy of Creation and the Secret Academy of Soul Selection was already in front of her. on the desk.

The Marquis Sindani suddenly felt a sense of malice approaching her and her secret courtyard.

She must react immediately, otherwise

"boom"

A loud noise interrupted the thinking of the Lich Marquis, and she waved the simple and strange psychic scepter in her hand very dissatisfied, and shouted to the two bone knights guarding her:

"What's going on outside? Why all the noise? Have my barons lost?"

"No, Lord Marquis, it's an outsider!"

A legendary lich hastily arrived to report to his mighty and eternal marquis:

"The Academy of Soul Selection has sent a guard of honor composed of death knights.

Those barbarians broke into our ceremony area regardless of the obstruction. They claimed that the Chosen Academy has always worshiped knowledge, so they invited several wandering liches from other countries to be the knowledge spokespersons of the Chosen Academy.

They asked us to allow their lich to participate in the examination of the Chamber. "

"What? The death knights of the Chosen Academy declared that they worshiped knowledge in front of a group of liches? What kind of crazy performance art is this?"

Marquis Sindani was a little dazed by the shameless words, and then the lich lady let out a sharp and weird laugh, and she said sarcastically:

"It's really a clumsy excuse that warriors can come up with, saying that they advocate learning, but I don't know where to find a few lucky and promoted wild mages to try to break into my secret courtyard.

This sounds like a good idea.

But when will those pathetic warriors learn that the gap in knowledge and wisdom cannot be filled by ridiculous plots. Even if I put my plan in front of their eyes, they will never understand

never mind.

The savages from the Secret Court of Souls could have rushed in to fight the war openly, but they chose to use conspiracy secretly. I have seen their 'sincerity'.

Let's take this as a reward for progress.

In my name, allow the wandering liches of the Secret Academy of Soul Selection to participate in the assessment! "

Marquis Sindani raised her left hand, admiring the simple and precious military scepter in her hand. She stroked the bone of the giant spirit inlaid on the scepter, and said with great interest:

"I also really want to see what kind of third-rate people those barbarians have invited to challenge my handpicked Lich Baron, Wuhuhu. This boring day is finally starting to be a little bit interesting."

With such happy thoughts, Marquess Sindani swayed her luxurious and distinctive lich body.

In the sway of the huge soul energy flying like long hair behind the skull, she finally appeared on the dome tower of the floating city, and glanced down, the expectation in the soul of Marquis Sindani became A touch of consternation.

Then after careful observation, the astonishment turned into solemnity again, she turned her head and yelled at the summoning lich beside her:

"Are you blind? Are you telling me that those demigod liches are wandering liches recruited by the Secret Academy of Soul Selection from other countries? Do you think I'm a fool?

Look at the energy fluctuations on them! Look at their spiritual body configurations that are still changing and still adapting to the unique death magic environment of Maldraxxus!

This is not a wandering lich from other countries at all!

These are mortal liches 'smuggled' from the material world!

hell! and also.

And what is that strange thing? "

There was also surprise in the voice of Marquis Sindani, obviously she had also seen something she hadn't seen.

At this time, in the examination site below which has already been filled with excitement, Lich Baron Zoellna the Frost Binder is holding a staff of ice, looking suspiciously at the front of him who is striding away triumphantly amidst boos all over the sky. To the great magician Sakir in front of him.

"You! You are not a lich, you are not qualified to set foot on this assessment ground!"

The Frostbinder raised his left paw, letting the cold torrent of ice dance around his hand bones, and he scolded the lunatic skeleton opposite, whose whole body was entwined with the fire of evil energy, and most of his body was maintaining vitality :

"Don't tarnish the glory and tradition of the Ritual House, outsider, get out of here before I freeze your unstable soul in anger!"

"Who says I'm not a lich?"

Unsatisfied, old man Sakir raised his middle finger to Baron Lich in front of him and shouted:

"I have an immortal body, just like yours!

I have an eternal soul, I have been dead for 30,000 years, and I lived for nearly 10,000 years before I died. In the world view of most lives, this is no different from eternal life.

I still have a body of bones.

look at my head.

If you want to talk about academics with me, then I will answer you with academics.

The power of death and the power of fel energy overlap in the shadow field. As far as I know, in addition to the lich who specializes in death and winter, you also have the lich inheritance of the shadow master here.

My understanding of the shadow magic of warlocks has reached the master level. From the perspective of power system and professional theory, I, a master warlock, can change my job to a shadow lich at any time.

as long as i want.

Look, I'm clearly a powerful eredar lich, and a new breed of lich.

But it's not our fault that you don't look like you. You can't judge whether a soul is qualified to pursue the dream of becoming a lich by its appearance.

If you are really so narrow-minded, it can only show that your Ritual Academy is too traditional and inflexible. Look at you bastard, how dare you assume my profession? "

"Well, sharp-tongued sir, I have no intention of discussing race issues with you."

The Frostbinder Lich snorted, carefully avoiding this damn language trap, and then scolded in a cold voice:

"But you haven't even passed the promotion ceremony, crazy soul, even if I admit that you are a lich, then you are just an apprentice, and apprentices are not eligible to enter this assessment."

"Isn't that better?"

Grandpa Sakir provocatively said:

"Doesn't that mean that you, an imposing Lich Baron, can't even face the challenge of a Lich Apprentice? Shut up! Irrational guys!

Don't you see we're discussing the truth of magic? "

As he spoke, the lunatic great warlock turned his head and threw a Shadow Cataclysm towards the booing crowd.

The Annihilation Mark that burst out with a loud bang directly shattered nearly one-sixth of the crowd outside the assessment site, and also made the entire assessment area quiet.

If it weren't for the undead here, this attack would probably turn into a large-scale casualty incident.

"Very well, you pissed me off, outsider."

Zoellna the Frostbinder raised his head and saw the gesture from Marquis Sindani above the floating city. The Lich Baron let out an indifferent laugh, and raised the Cold Wind Blade in his hand to the old man Sakir.

it says:

"Congratulations, your fiery soul will be the subject of research in the next quarter of the Ritual Academy. I assure you, Your Excellency, it will be a very painful process."

"pain?"

Thakir pointed to his own burning skull.

He showed a weird smile to the confident Lich Baron, reached out and grabbed his head, took it off with a click, and weighed it up and down in his hand as a weapon.

It imitated the vicious tone of a certain bastard when he threatened others, and said in a long voice:

"Dear Bones, with all due respect, you don't know anything about 'pain'!"

(end of this chapter)