Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1971 99. Remember? We agreed, whoever finds it will belong to him【1116】

When the demons invaded Revendreth, the entire Sinland was in chaos.

The Stoneborn Legion dispatched by the Emperor caused Revendreth's defense strength to be extremely insufficient, but fortunately, the timely appearance of the bald big sister, Ms. Stonesmith, stabilized the situation.

This Mother of Stoneborn is really hiding something.

No one knows how many Stoneborn she has carved to hide on this land during her time of seclusion in Revendreth for so many years. With a wave, the stone-born warriors who appeared in succession tenaciously withstood the line of defense.

More importantly, the former God of War on Moon Night found his three companions from nowhere.

The battle of the four gods of war on a moonlit night under the shadow of the black moon withstood the demon's surprise attack, and then cooperated with the rebel army of His Royal Highness to climb the city wall. Finally, at the moment when the building was about to collapse, there was a scene of "the prince returns to turn the tide".

But that alone is certainly not enough.

The portals of the demons have been opened to seven!

The entire Plain of Ashes has been completely occupied by demons, and the defense line at Fallen Fortress is already in jeopardy, but His Royal Highness can't find any more troops to fill the line.

The number of demons is an unsolved mystery, and now the residents of Revendreth will experience the terrible pressure that the people of Azeroth have endured for the past month and a half.

As for whether these extravagant vampires with anima can stop the raging demons, to be honest, even His Royal Highness himself has no idea.

However, in this fierce battle, there are still some places that still maintain the peace of the past.

For example, the manor of the bald big sister, Ms. Stonesmith, is not disturbed by demons here.

On the one hand, it was because the bald big sister had a dull personality and didn't like socializing, so the manor was located in a remote area of ​​Fort Nasria, and the demons hadn't come yet.

On the other hand, because this place is full of various forms of Stoneborn defending, the number of demons coming is less, it is purely food delivery.

The fighting power of the Stoneborn warriors who can draw a tie with the Naaru and even expel them is by no means comparable to that of ordinary demons. If it weren't for the stubborn stone army being pitted into the Maw by the Emperor, I am afraid that the first wave of invasion of the legion demons would be defeated by the stone warriors. The descendants went back abruptly.

And at this critical moment, a not-so-welcome guest came to this stone-born manor.

The Horror Witch Narrajas turned into a Venthyr lady and approached the manor with a bloody umbrella. When the four blood-colored eyes of the stone-born Gargon hound were fixed tightly, the horror witch trembled all over.

Part of this fear is feigned.

After all, one of the fear demon kings is a showman, but there is still a part of the fear that is real.

Because the nathrezim have a long history of grievances with stoneborn.

At the beginning, they lurked in the field of Holy Light to do things under the order of the Great Emperor, but they angered the violent old pigeons of the Holy Light. A large group of naaru invaded Revendreth for a disciplinary expedition, directly destroying one-third of this land, countless The stoneborn died in the Ash Plains in order to resist the naaru, and the stonesmith, the mother of the stoneborn, felt sad for the sacrifice of his children.

The powerful bald-headed sister issued a killing order on the spot. If Emperor Denathrius hadn't stopped her, the nathrezim would have been killed by the berserk Stoneborn.

It is precisely because of this hatred that the stoneborn born after the Crusade of the Holy Light generally have a keen perception of Nathrezim. The transformation of the Dread Witch can hide most creatures, but only the stoneborn cannot be hidden.

As Narragas approached the stonesmith's manor, not only the Gargon hounds outside the gate woke up from petrification, but also the stone spirits placed on the walls and the stone-born demons that existed as sculptures slowly opened their eyes. .

There were at least twenty pairs of eyes staring at her at this moment. If something bad happened and Banazar who was hiding behind didn't even have time to save her, she would definitely be torn to pieces by these stone descendants.

But things had already progressed to this point. If she didn't want to meet that strange kindred here, she could only follow Bannazar through the increasingly dangerous legion portal.

The fate of being caught by the demons is too miserable. As a traitor of the Burning Legion, she is very likely to be sent to the realm of the Dark Titan.

At that time, it was not as simple as being torn apart.

"Er, don't stare at me, stone-headed fools!"

Thinking of this, Narragas tried her best to look confident, and she shouted to the Stoneborn in front of her:

"I'm here to see Lothaxson! You know the name, right? It says it has the understanding and permission of the Stoneborn Mother to move freely in Revendreth!

I am its guest!

You can't hurt me. "

When Narragas uttered the name "Lothaxon", those Gargon hounds who had already bared their teeth at her quickly calmed down. Under the surprised gaze of the Dread Witch, these fierce and loyal Stoneborn returned to She entered the state of a stone statue on her base, which made her feel a glimmer of hope.

Turning back on the spot, she waved her hand to the shadow floating in the dark place behind her, signaling that everything was going well and she was going in.

In the back, Bannazar and a group of dread demon kings who were hiding in Fang Yin watched in dumbfounded horror as the weakest dread witch swaggered through the door and walked into the manor among a group of dangerous stoneborn, without being bitten by those gargons.

After these cunning guys saw this impossible scene with their own eyes, their minds fluttered. They communicated with each other with their eyes. It seemed that the "second way" that Narragas said was not groundless.

Perhaps, in their hometown, where they have been exiled for countless epochs, there is indeed hidden "hope" left to the Nathrezim who have been condemned by thousands of people, reviled by thousands of people, and have nowhere to go.

Well, hope, a word that cannot be associated with a creature like the Dreadlord no matter how you look at it.

What a sarcasm.

But Balnazar is still very stable as a dreadlord.

It didn't say anything at the first time, but tightly guarded the sleeping soul blade Lemonia in its arms.

It knew that regardless of the existence of the second way, this sword and the sleeping cosmic soul in this sword would determine the future of the Nathrezim clan.

"You're here?"

When the Horror Witch walked into the gloomy and dead manor, a gentle voice sounded from the small pavilion in the center of the manor.

Narragas raised her head, and saw the golden Rosaksen standing there, waving her paws and saying to her while moving the wings of the Holy Light Blessing:

"Come here, let's talk, don't be so reserved, my clansmen don't need to hide your figure in this place, Fang Yin, just use the original face to have this conversation."

"Holy Light Demon King" Lothaxson's pale, holy light-wrapped face had a gentle smile that hardly belonged to a fear demon king. He spread his hands and said sincerely:

"This is our hometown, where we were born.

We old wanderers are back here at last after traveling through ages, where we don't have to hide and we can relax.

Come on, take off your disguise, young lady, it means nothing in the eyes of the Stoneborn around you. "

"young?"

Narrajas sneered, and while changing back to the ferocious posture of the Dread Witch, she touched her small devil horn and said in a sarcasm:

"I used to be a loyal servant serving the Great Emperor. When you were hiding in various fields of force, I served our master in the Great Emperor's court.

I know more about this land than you do, Rothakson, you cannot be so rude. "

"Ha, I know more about you, Miss Narrajas."

The Holy Light Demon King laughed and said:

"I even know that the Emperor sent you to sneak into Azeroth and have a secret conversation with His Excellency Braike Shaw in the desert city of Zul'Farrak. That was the first contact between Denathius and His Excellency Braike, and you are the witness .

Believe me ma'am, you will be proud of this experience later on.

Of course, this is not what I want to talk about today. Since you have ventured here with full confidence, it means that you have already obtained the long sword that carries the soul of the Great Emperor.

You hope to trade it for a way out."

"Be careful!"

The Scared Witch's complexion changed, and she scolded:

"We haven't decided to betray our creator yet, we are still the emperor's loyal servants!"

"Yeah, maybe this precious touching loyalty can help you return to the material world safely under the pursuit of demons and all forces in the entire death kingdom."

Losaxon finally stopped maintaining that hypocritical gentleness. Under the shroud of holy light, it sneered and said:

"But do you think it's safe to escape this pursuit and return to the material world? Stupid! Let me tell you, that lord has also laid a net for you in the material world.

All worlds shrouded in moonlight will regard you as prey! All areas illuminated by the Holy Light will regard killing you as an honor! Wherever the sea of ​​light and the tide goes, there will be believers in the void eager to dedicate you to the void lord in exchange for blessings! And all the lands of order also have arcane oracles descending to destroy your last hiding place!

Not to mention, your most feared dark titans have returned to the physical stars.

Guess what the God of Fel Energy, who just hacked an Eternal to death, would think of you?

Don't be silly, my dear lady.

You still don't know what kind of person your creator has offended. He has terrifying contacts in the six major forces, and now, he has used this contact for the final destination of the emperor.

Neither the Shadowlands nor the Physical Stars, you have nowhere to go.

Surrendering that sword is your only way of life.

Oh, by the way, I guess, you guys are going to Azeroth, right? "

The Holy Light Demon King chuckled, and snapped his fingers under Narragas's trembling gaze. The next moment, two paws, one left and one right, were placed on the shoulders of the Dread Witch from behind.

On the left is the third lord Men Faithtos with a sullen sneer, and on the right is Kintesa the Queen of Dread shrouded in a black moon.

"Bazanar must be expecting the bastard Tichondrius to provide him and his master with sanctuary."

Meng Faith stretched out his left paw to Narragas, and showed her the beautiful ring made of the skull of the Dreadlord on the paw.

The eyes of the skull of the ring shone with painful light, and when it was close to the ear of the Dread Witch, she could still hear the screams of Lord Tichondrius.

"You may wish to guess, little girl."

The dreadlord with blue wings whispered gently in the ear of his compatriots:

"Where is Tichondrius, whom you have so much hope for?"

"No good will come of rebelling against the Master of the Quiet."

Ms. Jintaisha on the other side said calmly to Narrajas:

"Putting ourselves into the black moon wholeheartedly and listening to the best way He bestows is the only relief for us sinful souls.

Hand over that sword!

The Quiet Ones will allow us wanderers to return to our homeland"

"It's not just about returning home."

Losakson coughed a few times, and while the golden wings were stretched, it stared at Narragas's eyes, to be precise, it was another thought connected to those eyes.

It advises:

"Bannazar, come on, with all retreats cut off, accepting His kindness is our last chance.

I have secretly met with Prince Renathal, the war of the Six Forces will continue for a long time in the Shadowlands, and the return of us wanderers will add a usable army to Revendreth.

Much like what we did in the Burning Legion, our intelligence and assassination capabilities will allow us to shine in the Shadowlands' war against the invaders.

The Stoneborn Mother has forgiven us under the persuasion of that lord.

Prince Renathal is also willing to accept Venthyr's ancient brother back to his hometown, and he is even willing to promise us three sinlords in his court of the reaper.

You know those medals are tied to Revendreth's right to rule, which means that this land will truly accept us who have nowhere to go!

We don't have to be adrift anymore.

We can go home now.

And the price we get all of this is to hand over a god who can't even protect us. Is the so-called creator good to us? Balnazar, think about it.

What have we gained under His rule?

Day after day of hard work, the loneliness of not being accepted by any field, the hatred of being hated by everyone, risking his life just to realize his so-called great wish

It would be fine if that great wish came true,

But the thing is, you saw it with your own eyes.

The great conquest he claimed has ended before it even started, and he himself is a failure. Why should we follow him all the way to darkness? "

Lothaxson strode forward, reached out and grabbed Narragas by the chin, pulled her towards his face, stared into her eyes, and said:

"In the past, we couldn't resist, dared not resist, and were powerless to resist, because He is the Creator, and we couldn't complain. But now, times have changed.

Are you going to hell with a failed god?

Or do we want to return to our hometown with us, defend our homeland with our brothers and truly return to the place where we were born?

free!

The freedom and future of all the Nathrezim throughout the physical stars is now in your hands! Tell me, Balnazar, tell me your choice!

That grown-up doesn't have that much patience for you.

Before he returns to this land, you must make a decision. "

After finishing speaking, the Holy Light Demon King let go of Narragas who had been sluggish in place. It flapped its golden wings and rushed into the sky from the Dark Manor like a golden meteor.

In the next moment, in the positioning call of Losaksen holding up a holy light crystal, a dazzling golden streamer opened from the sky, and amidst the waves of chants, those ancient holy light naru once again entered the area. The land of sin.

But the place where they appear is exactly between the two portals of the Burning Legion.

So there was almost no need for provocation, and the Holy Light and Fel Energy fought together again.

At the moment when the arc of light caused by the collision of the golden holy light and the green evil energy spread across the sky, Lothaxson's voice came from afar and fell into Balnazar's ears.

it says:

"Look, I have become the savior of Revendreth. Prince Rethonal and his clan will call me 'hero', and I have taken one of the seats of the three sin lords.

Do you still have to hesitate? My dear Balnazar, I won't even have a mouthful of soup any later. "

"What are you all looking at me for!"

In the shadows outside Stonesmith's Manor, Balnazar looked around at several of his fellow Nathrezim.

These bastards stared at it silently, they had already drawn power in the shadows to surround their lord. The eye Shendu of each dreadlord is different, but what is certain is that there is no such thing as "loyalty".

"Don't worry, I won't get in your way, idiots!"

Balnazar sneered, and touched the soul blade Remonia in its claws, a weird smile appeared on its face.

That's right.

This thing represents the future.

Well, a very bright future.

Thirty minutes later, the Naglfar returned from the Maw.

When the ship was moored on the terrace in the shadow of Fort Nathria, when His Excellency Bo Laike walked out of the cabin wiping four different hickey marks on his face, he saw a smiling Rothakson raising his hands high.

And in the claws of the Holy Light Demon King, lay that extremely desolate soul blade.

"I remember we agreed."

Lord Cthulhu stretched out his hand, stroking the bumpy blade of the sword.

He took Remonia's sword hilt and said softly:

"As long as I get this sword, it will belong to me. Well, my dear emperor, it seems that the game of betrayal between us is played to the end, and I am the stronger one, right?"

"Hey, master doesn't want us anymore."

A piercing cry sounded from behind the evil god, and accompanied by the sound of weapons crackling, the Salamaini sisters flew and spun, and the two sickly sword girls shouted:

"I knew it! You must have other swords out there, you bastard, you've fallen in love with someone else's sword girl, the yellow-faced woman at home is not as fragrant as the wild flowers outside."

"I'm going to cut her off! This little bitch who has a master and wants to seduce other people!"

"Well, don't go crazy."

Bu Laike comforted his sword girl helplessly. He flicked Lemonia's sword, shrugged his shoulders, and said to his two sword girls who were so jealous:

"This thing is not for me, idiots, it's a gift. Well, a wedding gift, understand? Just stay here, I have to find a good blacksmith to fix her first.

Look at her, she is bumpy, not round and cute at all. "

(end of this chapter)