Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 661 214. A Shameful Failure and a Great Victory

When the stinking pirate cunningly invited Baku, the moon eater, to join him in his actions against the naga of Vashj'ir, among the distant stars, deep in the Twisting Nether, where a steady stream of fel energy was born , something related to him is happening quietly.

Rampaging the stars all the time, destroying the world every second at the base camp of the Burning Legion, on a fallen planet named Argus, in the shadow of the evil flames of the few remaining broken continents in this world stands a huge Demon Temple.

It is carved out of a towering mountain.

The fel magma surging from the center of the earth surrounds this terrifying building, green smoke of fel energy rises, and countless hellfire structures are being forged in the magma.

And the World Annihilating Army belonging to the Dark Titans is stationed in this doomsday world.

There are many, many worlds among the stars that are similar to the planet in front of us, but this one is the only one that can become the base camp of the legion. The world of Argus has a certain magical quality, which is unique in the universe.

Azeroth is actually the same.

However, what is happening in that demon temple has nothing to do with the strangeness of the world itself. In a huge dark hall, three powerful witches of destruction are casting spells.

The most vicious and spellcasting female demons that could be born in the Twisting Nether are all focused.

Chanting corrupt spells and radiating their will throughout the confines of the Twisting Nether, they searched for something among the stars.

In the shadows tumbling like flames, another leader of the Burning Legion, the great demon who is the second-in-command of the Dark Titan Sargeras along with Archimonde the Defiler, and Kil'jaeden the Defrauder are standing at the higher end of the hall. place.

The body has been highly alienated by fel energy, with demonic bat wings growing out, the whole body is dark red, and the demon commander whose skin is covered with fel herpes and scars looks expressionlessly at the ongoing ceremony.

But the constantly flicking devil's claw hanging by his side represented the delightful mood of the fraudster at this time.

Although the Burning Legion has just suffered a humiliating defeat, it seems that something good is happening for Kil'jaeden.

"what!"

A familiar and miserable scream sounded from the ritual circle maintained by three powerful witches of destruction.

A frail and eccentric soul has been drawn from the endless twisting void to the fringes of the material world.

It kept screaming, and the moment the soul returned to the present world, it turned into black ashes flying all over the sky, like smoke and dust being blown by the wind, and created the image of a naked man in the overlapping of ashes.

That's a human being.

That is Aridin the cursed!

The leader of the Black Knights, the commander of the Black Spirit Pirates, a loser.

In the final moments of the Dalaran Incident, the Dark Spirit Corsairs struggled to open the portal that allowed Archimonde the Polluter to enter the material world.

However, because the magic energy was not stable enough, the polluters were expelled back to the Twisting Void less than a minute after stepping into the material world.

The power rewinding from Azeroth was so terrifying that it shattered a third of the land of Mardun, the demon star, and turned the already broken world into a big garbage dump among the stars.

Countless elite demons were buried in the explosion.

And the polluter Archimonde was thrown into the depths of the Twisting Nether miserably by chaotic forces, and re-experienced the feeling of being "sent home" by the explosion of the Well of Eternity 10,000 years ago.

The polluter has yet to return to Argus.

I don't know if it's because I lost my way among the stars, or because of this more humiliating failure than 10,000 years ago, I "have no face to see the elders of Argus", so I hid.

If you want to come to Archimonde, you probably know that if you return to Argus in such a disheartened way, you will be ridiculed by Kil'jaeden for hundreds or even thousands of years with vicious words, right?

All are Lord Sargeras' lieutenants.

They are all under one demon and above ten thousand demons. Failure is a small matter, but humiliation is a big one. Who can bear this kind of humiliation?

Archimonde's failure also led to the end of the Black Knights.

This time all nine of their brothers died in the service of the Legion.

No one presided over the resurrection ceremony, causing the souls of the nine black knights to float into the twisting void, and they could no longer be resurrected in the material world in a short time.

Of course, this is normal.

This situation is certainly not normal at the moment!

The cursed Aridin realized the problem the moment he reshaped his body in the material world.

Amidst the ambiguous and sarcastic laughter of the three saboteur witches with six hands, he covered his lower body with his hands full of shame and resentment, and half-kneeled on top, looking at his fraudster expressionlessly. In the shadow cast by Kil'jaeden.

"We incompetent servants have let our great master down.

We were supposed to suspend ourselves in the Twisting Nether, but Lord Kil'jaeden summoned us to the throne of our master with magic. It should be that our predecessors are still needed to serve the Legion.

The Black Spirit Pirates listen to your will, villainous and powerful fraudsters. "

Aridin didn't see the pride and ambition that dared to scold Kil'jaeden for "ignoring the rules" at this meeting. He was just a little reckless, and his brain was still very useful.

Now people are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.

In the situation where Archimonde has already been provoked, if Kil'jaeden "misses" again, the torture they, the black knights, must suffer will be quite terrifying.

"Your failure in Azeroth has spread throughout the Legion, and the Defilers have been burdened by you who are humble, and ridiculed by the demons as 'incompetent people'.

Look at all the good things you do!

More than 20 demon lords were killed or disappeared in battle. Two-thirds of the legion's armaments deployed on the demon star Mardun were destroyed, Mardun's continental shelf was damaged, and the precious core of the world disappeared in the chaos.

Your folly has cost the Legion as much as the shameful War of the Ancients 10,000 years ago.

This is a disgrace to the Legion!

How I cast you nine into the fel-forge of Argus, forging your souls into wretched cores, and energizing the Doomwalker! "

Kil'jaeden uttered a "harsh" rebuke.

There was an undisguised "well done" smile on the demon's face.

As the commander of the legion and the king of demons, the relationship between it and Archimonde is not good. But then it changed its voice, elongated its tone, and said in devil language:

"However, there was a reason for that ignominious defeat.

Tichondrius the Defiler had forewarned the Defiler of possible problems with the portal, but my superstitious companion did not take it to heart.

Much of the blame for this ignominious failure therefore rests with the Polluter's arrogance as big as the world of Argus.

Although the nine of you have no credit, your contributions to the legion are obvious to all, and the loyal Mal'Ganis has testified that your hard work cannot be denied.

I have applied to the Dark Titan for command of the next operation.

Transfer you black spirit pirates to my command now, and make meritorious deeds for the legion!

But if you let the great Lord Sargeras down this time, no one will save your miserable souls. Do you understand? "

"Thank you for your mercy! Praise the Dark Titan! Long live the Legion!"

The accursed Aridin was ecstatic for a moment at the reminder that there was something in the Trickster's words.

I can't wait to kneel down in gratitude to the fraudster.

Soon a high-ranking succubus brought Aridin a suit of fel armor forged from fel steel, along with the spirits of his brothers, summoned from the Twisting Nether by three witch-lords of the Wrecking Nether.

Not long after, all nine black knights existed here.

After changing their armor, they each took their weapons from the edge of the hall.

Because the regiment was wiped out again before, and lost all the treasures dedicated to the Dark Titan that they had worked so hard to accumulate during this period, the curse on them was aggravated again.

Among the nine black knights, three have already broken through the legendary strength.

But with such a little power, they are still like ants in front of the big devil. The black spirit pirates stood silently and humbly in the temple where the evil flames burned and cast shadows.

They wait patiently for the tasks that the Fraudster will give them.

But before that, the generous fraudster gave his "gift" first.

A tall eredar female demon walked up to the cursed Aredin holding a pair of ornately decorated pirate knives, and handed him the deadly blade.

The leader of the black knight looked at the pair of naval battle scimitars in front of him.

Even without touching it with his fingers, he could feel the power lingering on the pair of scimitars.

They have the classic curved guard of the pirate sword on their hilts, and the blade is wide in the front and narrow in the back, and a barbed edge is artificially forged. This design can effectively increase the efficiency of armor penetration. If you cut on flesh and blood, you don’t need to use much force. It will leave a bleeding wound.

There are magically shaped red skulls on the sharp blade and handle as embellishments, just like the eyes of two naval battle scimitars, making them look more like two bloodthirsty monsters forged from magic steel.

Howling for Aridin to slay with them and drink blood.

This peculiar phenomenon immediately reminded Eredin of the Kingslayer's Twin Blades that had been given to the skeleton pirate Gaboa.

There is no doubt that the "gift" from the fraudster is hidden in the two knives in front of him.

"In the process of forging these two scimitars, I got advice from my adjutant, the powerful hunter Targath, who shaped them by himself, making these two sharp blades more deadly and powerful. potential."

Standing on the temple, the Deceiver said to Aridin who held the scimitar of naval battle:

"I like these two weapons very much. They are the deadliest and most elegant weapons that have been produced in the forging and forging furnaces of Argus for nearly a thousand years. I gave them beautiful names.

I call them 'destiny'.

This represents my good expectations for you.

The undead, the cursed, and the servants of the gods, you should hold the power of fate with your own hands like your most cunning, shameless and darkest enemy, Laike Shaw. "

Upon hearing the name of Bu Laike Shaw, extreme hatred and loathing appeared in the eyes of the nine black knights, much to the satisfaction of the Trickster who had been watching them.

The big devil's tone changed suddenly. It waved its claws, and in front of the eyes of the nine pirates, it outlined a world map completely different from Azeroth.

It deliberately arched the fire and said:

"Obviously, the current you are far from Braike Shaw's opponents in terms of strength and resourcefulness. If I send you back to Azeroth now, you will definitely come back under the control of stupid impulses." Fall into his cunning plot.

Become a sad pawn in his hands.

Therefore, I am sending you to another place.

Dellano!

The dead world of the orcs.

In that sad world, you must prove to me again that you already have the ability to avenge your shame, so that I can give you a more important mission.

go.

Go to this world that is closely connected with Azeroth.

Find enough relics, as you did in Azeroth, to open the gates to the Twisting Nether there, and summon endless armies of demons to storm the world.

We must first use a great destruction to respond to the previous shameful failure!

Think of it as a 'warm-up' before the decisive battle.

When that world is shrouded in the shadow of the legion, I will naturally give you the power to avenge your shame! "

"We'll prove what we're capable of, fraudster."

The cursed Eredin put two evil scimitars in the weapon buckles around his waist, and he put on a full-faced magic steel battle helmet. In this hall of destruction full of burning shadows, he is full of confidence I promised to the big devil in front of me:

"My brothers and I will not disappoint the Great Master and the mighty Legion again, please wait patiently for the good news we send back, the time of Azeroth's destruction is not too far away.

We are also honored to dedicate this great destruction to the master as his loyal servants. "

"Well, you who are undead do have this potential."

Kil'jaeden let out a low laugh, and said:

"But I will not let you fight alone, the best hunter lord and assassin lord under my command will accompany you, and my two best students will also serve as backup commanders to contact you.

I only give you six months.

If you can't, you don't have to come back. "

(end of this chapter)