Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1349 99. Maiev, a hunter without prey is nothing

The group of people chasing Black were very fast. They arrived at the Dark Portal less than twenty minutes after Frostmourne was stolen.

The great knight Turalyon jumped off his royal armored griffin, and what came into view was a group of knocked out defenders, and the Thessaly Black Crow Archdruid who was standing weakly in front of the Dark Portal.

Judging from this situation, you can tell that a battle must have broken out here.

The Black Crow Archdruid is now visibly weak.

The fire on her body even showed signs of getting out of control. Her face was red and her breathing was rapid. It looked like she had been seriously injured.

Turalyon hurriedly stepped forward to help the swaying Archdruid. The latter's arm was so hot that it felt like touching lava, causing the Arch Knight to retract his hand instantly.

"Feel sorry."

Black Crow lowered his head and said in a difficult tone:

"I saw him but I couldn't stop him. I was too weak."

"It's not your fault, Archdruid."

The great knight did not understand the meaning of Black Crow's words at all, but instead comforted him:

"Facing an opponent like Blake, it would be a terrible move for you to face the enemy alone. Fortunately, he didn't go completely crazy and hurt you and these guardians, otherwise today's loss will make us suffer for the rest of our lives.

Did he return to Azeroth with the magic sword? "

"Um."

Black Crow nodded and said to the people gathered around him:

"The pirate claimed that he was looking for a sword-bearer in Azeroth for Frostmourne. He also said that an old man had been sleeping for a long time and would rot if he didn't wake up."

This sentence made the aliens frown. They could not understand the meaning of Black's words, but the eyes of the great knight Turalyon and the young prince Arthas instantly widened.

The two of them exclaimed almost at the same time:

"No! It's Marshal Lothar!"

"???"

A group of people around were also shocked. Lord Ravencase asked:

"Anduin Lothar, your greatest human commander in the past century? Is he the hero who led you to defeat the orcs? Black is still related to him?

Why would he risk being hunted by all the forces in Azeroth and hand over Frostmourne to Lothar?

Does he hate Lothar that much? "

"No, no, not only does Mr. Black not hate Marshal Lothar, on the contrary, he admires him very much."

Alsace explains:

"I have discussed this matter with Lord Black. Black told me that Lothar is one of the men he admires most, ranking eighth on his weird list."

"Only eighth?"

Nobundo, the draenei great shaman, asked:

"This can't be considered 'special worship', right?"

"Well, I've also heard about Blake's weird list of 'most admired men'."

High Knight Turalyon explained in an embarrassed low voice:

"It is said that the Dark Titan Sargeras was only ranked second."

This explanation made the people around him instantly understand the status of Anduin Lothar in the hearts of the stinky pirates. Lord Ravencrest also nodded. He looked at the rotating Dark Portal in front of him and said:

"So, Black Shaw took away Frostmourne not to humiliate or attack Lothar, but to 'resurrect' Lothar, who was in an inextricable state between life and death?

Well, judging from Anduin Lothar's record and his legendary stories, it seems that he is indeed one of the people who can control this magic blade.

If Lothar becomes a death knight, that is not an unacceptable outcome."

"No! We can't accept it!"

The big knight and the little prince shouted again in unison.

Obviously, the Death Knight Lord’s thinking mode that was different from the living people offended them. The Lord Knight said angrily:

"Marshal Lothar is not just a great man who is worshiped by human civilization, or a commander who is commemorated by everyone.

After the victory in the Orc War and the sacrifice in the Battle of Dalaran, Marshal Lothar has become the spiritual incarnation in the hearts of all humans!

You will never find a man who possesses all the good qualities that a human should have. He is a perfect man and he is ours. Ours."

Turalyon couldn't find the right words to describe Lothar's status in the hearts of humans, but Nobundo, the great shaman next to him, suddenly said:

"Spiritual totem?"

"Yes! It's like a spiritual totem."

The great knight nodded and said:

"Once Marshal Lothar resurrects from death, it will be a blow to human civilization. Our courage, our wisdom, our persistence, everything about us will be desecrated.

I can't accept this result!

Alsace! "

The big knight shouted, and the little prince immediately straightened his back and saw Turalyon looking at him and saying in a serious tone:

"Go back to the Kingdom of Stormwind as quickly as possible and tell His Majesty Varian to defend the North County Monastery at all costs! I will return immediately with the Brotherhood of the Iron Horse.

There are also two great mages."

"It goes without saying, Turalyon."

Archmage Vargas tugged on his purple mage pointed hat and said in a serious tone:

"Ansrem and I know how serious this matter is, and we and the whole of Dalaran will do our best to stop Black Shaw's atrocities. We will return to Northern Xinjiang immediately and inform His Holiness the Pope and others about this matter. Great knights.”

"We'll help too!"

The silent Maraad helped up the knocked out defenders on the ground. He looked at Turalyon and said:

"We Draenei have also heard about Marshal Lothar's great deeds from old Fording. It was you who helped us free our prophet from the nightmare of death. We will also help our human friends with the same determination."

"Then so do we."

Young Master Ho, who came to watch the excitement, also wanted to make his presence felt.

But before he could speak, Alsace turned to him and said:

"No, let's forget about the orcs' assistance. I appreciate your idea of ​​helping, but if I really take a group of greenskins to the North County Monastery, I will be sent to a military court."

"I'm not green-skinned, I'm brown-skinned! You blind little brat."

Shaoxia Hou retorted a little aggrievedly, pointing at his own face, but in a reasonable and rational way, it was really best for the orcs not to get involved in this matter.

Everyone made a plan and acted immediately.

Arthas and the Archmages passed through the Dark Portal and immediately teleported to Nethergarde Keep. According to their worst estimates, the portal leading to the Kingdom of Stormwind should have been occupied by Black.

But unexpectedly, what they saw when they teleported to the Keep was a peaceful scene.

There has been no impact here at all, and even the portal leading to the Kingdom of Stormwind has always been closed, with no trace of it being opened at all.

Could it be that Blake himself used a spell similar to teleportation?

In addition to being a pirate, he is also a powerful spellcaster. Although the warlock magic does not have this kind of long-distance teleportation technique, there is no guarantee that Black has invented some other damn magic.

Uneasy, Arthas and the Archmage teleported to Stormwind City regardless of fatigue and told Varian about the matter. However, it turned out that the Kingdom of Stormwind was as peaceful as the North County Monastery.

Marshal Lothar's coffin was not touched by anyone

This is surprising.

Considering Blake's execution ability, it shouldn't be so slow.

So, did the Bad Pirate get into some trouble that stopped him from bringing doom to the world? ——

"boom"

The Alpha Wolf's Edge and the Thorn Knife Wheel collided once in the air. The Moon God's Light, which came from the same source, shattered between the weapons and pushed the two combatants away from each other.

In a valley in the cursed land, Blake and Maiev were fighting each other like they were dancing.

Both of their warden combat skills are at their peak, and no one can do anything to the other if they use the same combat skills against each other.

"You should go find my ring, you bitch!"

Blake tilted the burning Alpha Wolf Edge to his side, and scolded him helplessly and viciously:

"I gave you a task, and you came here to block me? You bastard, you really know how to make me feel bad, right?"

"Is this what you're talking about?"

Maiev, who was not wearing the Warden armor and only wore a Night Slayer suit, raised her right hand. On her slender fingers, the blood-drinker Malus was shining brightly.

she says:

"This ring fell in an evil orc camp not far from the Dark Portal. It didn't take me long to find it. I originally planned to return it to you.

But then I thought about it. As a stinking pirate, this trip to Draenor is a bit too 'good'. You must be planning something terrible.

I made a special trip here to see what you were going to do.

It turns out you are an asshole. "

Maiev turned to look at the living wooden sword box on the edge of the cliff below the two of them.

In the first raid just now, she cut off the chains on Blake and almost threw the magic sword into the hundred-foot cliff below.

"It's really sad. I thought my 'dedication' during this period had brought our relationship to a new stage."

Blake raised his war spear, patted his shoulder, and said to Maiev:

"But it turns out that you are still the annoying person in my heart, right? This is more decent, this is like the Maiev Shadowsong I imagined. You were too weak a few days ago.

Although I don't hate you as a little bird, but I always feel that it's a bit off.

Since you are a shrew yourself, don't pretend to be at the mercy of others. "

"."

The words of the stinky pirate made Maiev silent for a moment. She looked down and said;

"Dirty guy, do you like me better like this?"

"I like it so much that I want to stab you to death with a spear!"

The pirate also noticed his embarrassment. He quickly calmed down and lowered his gun, and said to Maiev:

"I don't want to fight with you here. Give me the ring back and don't stop me from doing what I want to do next. Then you can go back and go wherever you want.

Whether it's killing demons in Draenor or going back to Mount Hyjal to help your compatriots, I don't care.

You, the prisoner, have been granted parole, and I, the warden, will see you off the cage.

It's that simple. "

"Shua"

Maiev took off the ring on her finger, threw it to Blake, and said with a straight face:

"Article 7 of the Watcher's Code, as a warden, you cannot release prisoners without permission at any time, you must enforce the law impartially, and you have just violated it.

I feel that as the warden, I should teach you, a warden who does not follow the rules, a lesson. "

After saying that, Maiev stood in a posture of praying with a sword wheel in hand. After returning to Azeroth in the Moon God's territory, as the Moon Goddess of War, she received the full attention of the Moon God.

In just an instant, layers of star-and-moon veils covered Maiev's body. When she looked up, her fair cheeks were already covered with war lines of the dark moon phase.

The shimmering eyes also turned into darkness.

"Good guy! Are you serious?"

Black saw Maiev entering the moon-night war god state, and he brought the blood-drinker Malus into his finger. The ring became much weaker after leaving Draenor.

But an artifact is an artifact, and it still brings a considerable increase in power to the pirates.

He said to Maiev, who was making a fighting stance in front of him:

"Do you really have to fight with all your strength? I don't think it's necessary?"

"No! It's necessary! This is my last fight, Black."

Maiev in the Moon Night God of War state had a strange and majestic echo when she spoke.

Her dark eyes looked at Blake. As the moon veil surged, the sword wheel in his hand also transformed into two bright moon war blades, which she held in her hands.

she says:

"The part of my heart that belongs to the Watcher orders me to stop you. I cannot break my oath. I will do my best to prevent you from bringing Frostmourne back to the human world.

This is my commitment to my mission.

But if I still lose like this, then I have lost the reason to fight. I heard the conversation between you and the little girl Hisari who betrayed me.

Do you want me to never leave you? "

Maiev hesitated, bit her lip, and said in a voice that only two people could hear:

"Didn't you always want to bring me your own chain? Didn't you always want to conquer the soul of the Moon God in front of you?

Now is the best opportunity.

bring it on.

Fight with all your strength and give me a reason to let you go.

Who among us is the prisoner and who is the warden will be known after this battle. "

"That's what you said."

The pirate grinned, stuck the Wolf's Edge into the ground, and moved his fingers to summon his inner demon, sword girl, and his war beasts.

He moved his neck and made a clicking sound.

Wishes of red light floated in his eyes, and the power of beastliness and void was rising. The pirate's tone became hoarse. Before being overwhelmed by the beastliness, he said:

"If I lose, I ask for a deluxe single room in the Watcher's Vault, with meals cooked by a pandaren chef every day, and I want a comfortable bed.

The most important thing is that you have to 'personally watch' me every night!

If I win by luck.

Maybe you should change your name to Maiev Shadowsong Proudmoore from now on. "

"You think beautifully!"

Maiev sneered and said:

"Maiev Shadowsong will always belong only to Elune."

"No!"

Blake closed his eyes, and when he reopened them, they were filled with wild crimson beast pupils. He showed an aggressive and creepy smile, grabbed the white sword Sharathol and flashed it in front of Maiev.

The first collision between the two sides brought out the terrifying power of the Moon God and the natural bestiality, and the energy impact of the cold void.

At the moment when the two were almost facing each other, the 500% damage bonus from the Death Beacon allowed Maiev to break through the defense in an instant, and Blake grabbed her wrist.

In a voice like the roar of a wild beast, he said to the warden:

"You belonged to Him in the past, and you belong to me now! You have my mark on you, and you are my prisoner!"

"Come and relive your old dream, my dear prisoner."