Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1728 96. In the name of loyalty, you have to put shackles on Him [Additional update 120]

In the Antolan Wasteland, which has completely begun to collapse, not only the vanguards of the anti-demon coalition are retreating, but also the demons are running away.

These destroyers, born in the fel realm of the Twisting Nether, can face all enemies mercilessly. Under the orders of the Dark God, they are not afraid to attack any force.

Fear is a rare emotion for demons, but it doesn't mean that demons won't be afraid.

When the entire Antoran Wasteland and even the world of Argus began to collapse from the existential level, they knew that they had to escape in shame.

Facing a shattered planet, even the devil can't do much.

But this fragmentation caused by the demise of the World Heart is not entirely a bad thing. At least in the violent shocks that came, Varian Wrynn was finally able to get out of the bad predicament of being driven into the mountain. .

The embarrassed human emperor climbed out of the broken mountain like a beggar with the emperor's sword. There were still scars on his body, and there was a shocking scar on his chest.

The injury almost split him right down the middle.

In fact, he had just been split open by the afterglow of Taisalak, and he had died just once. To be honest, he even saw the little blue angel falling from the sky to pick him up.

But Varian was panting and climbing out of the Broken Mountain. In the quaking apocalypse, he lowered his head and glanced at the Fel Heart fragment in his hand, which had exhausted its energy and turned into quicksand.

It was given to him by Blake before setting off. Perhaps the black prophet had predicted his death.

No matter what, escaping death is a good thing.

Varian picked up the Ashbringer with only the hilt remaining from the rubble and put it into his arms. His blood-stained face looked around to find a way to escape.

As a result, when I turned back, I saw a strange black figure rising from the ground in the center of the fragments of the mountain that had been completely broken in front and were spinning and flying due to abnormal gravity.

It was a guy wearing a hood and a tattered windbreaker, but he was so shadowy that he couldn't see his appearance at all. He could only see the black-gray smoke rising around him like clouds and being blown away by the wind.

Varian was drawn to get a better look at what was confronting the fallen titan.

But when he looked over there carefully, he heard a familiar voice ringing in his mind:

"Good boy, don't look. Turn around and walk to the back. Keep walking. Go back to your world and enjoy your life as an emperor. Congratulations, Your Majesty.

You have become a human legend. "

Uh-huh.

Varian's body was forcibly taken over at this moment, even though he didn't want to.

But under the voice's "request", he still couldn't control himself and nimbly rushed towards the last evacuation point set by the Holy Light Legion in the broken earth.

As for the demons around him, they weren't so lucky.

Varian saw with his own eyes those brutal guys attacking each other like crazy. It was just one or two at first, but soon spread to most of the battlefield like a spiritual disease.

The demons who were supposed to be fleeing screamed like crazy and stabbed their weapons into each other's bodies, and every time a demon fell, a black-gray mist would rise from its body.

When the fog lingers to a certain extent, a door to the void will open in this doomsday place.

The ferocious faceless barbarians and the Xir casters stepped onto the broken earth and began to convey the gospel of truth to those cruel souls.

The swarm of insects, which had suffered heavy damage due to Xal'atath's distance, seemed to have been given a shot in the arm at this moment, as if a more powerful glory shrouded their heart of the swarm.

Whether it's the Qiraji, the Mantid, or the rare but powerful Crypt Lords, each one is like a fanatical believer.

They worship the nameless great darkness, just as they once obeyed the obedience of Y'Shaarj or the Dark Empire.

But they have found the true god, and the Dark Empire has a faith inheritance that is truly engraved on the soul and genetic level. No one can defeat the reincarnation of the insect swarm.

"The Great Darkness has sent down the Supreme Oracle to eat them!"

The already scarred Mantid Supreme Korvan grabbed his badly damaged amber crescent axe, and led a group of mantid heroes with missing arms and legs to scream and rush towards the chaotic demons.

They have received the revelation of the great darkness, and they must absorb more brutal flesh and blood to complete the evolution of the insect swarm before the world is destroyed.

They still believe in the ancient sages.

But in the face of the great darkness, the ancient sages could only take a back seat.

At this time, as the three women who were determined to die looked at each other in surprise, streams of black smoke rose from the rift in the center of the earth behind them.

Groups of warm void darkness intertwined to wrap and protect them.

Amidst the rustling of snake-like tentacles in the shadow, a twisted and gloomy figure appeared bit by bit amidst the waves of the void tide.

He wore a black robe and was armless. Under the hood was a purple chaotic light. He walked silently and only the thousands of tentacles extending from under the tattered robe were touching the ground.

The moment this abyssal appearance appeared, Xal'atath let out a scream like a madman seeing a handsome man.

Although he was seriously injured, the ancient venerable still clearly felt that he was wet at this moment. She finally saw the abyss of the little cute master with her own eyes, which was as deep and perfect as she imagined.

No, this was much more exciting than her sentimental imagination.

This is the true master I want.

"I see my stubborn destiny blooming at this moment. It will be reversed just because I don't want to see separation. Go back."

Amidst the indistinct whimpering, a black tentacle appeared in front of Maiev's eyes, wrapped around the scepter of Sargeras, pointing at them from afar.

"No! That's not what I came here for."

While the roar of the Moon Night War God was still echoing, the spatial tearing of Sargeras' scepter took effect instantly.

This supreme artifact made by the demons for Lord Sargeras withstood the pressure of transmission across the world, causing the power of the staff to quickly weaken but not be damaged, and then the surrounding space was temporarily sealed.

Obviously, Lord Silent One does not intend to let his lovers return to this dangerous situation.

As the world was spinning, the three women, together with Sephiel's decapitated body, landed on the grasslands of Nagrand in the world of Draenor.

The moment Maiev appeared, the sky that was originally daytime quickly transformed into night and the moonlight fell, falling on Maiev to help her calm down the black moon power that was about to go berserk in her body.

But that's not what Maiev wants.

She knew why Black wanted to send her away from Argus, but not like this!

That does not work!

"I must go back!"

Maiev turned back to Sephiel and screamed:

"Send me back! Now!"

"Maev, that's enough!"

Xal'atath, who always liked to quarrel, put her hand in front of Maiev. She said uncharacteristically and rationally:

"He just doesn't want to see you die in front of him, be good."

"I don't want to see him die either! You idiot."

Maiev clenched her fists and looked up at the burning green world in the starry sky. This was Argus's last day in the starry sea.

she says:

"I'm not going to die. I'm going to save him. Don't you understand? Send me back! Quick!"

Seeing that Maiev's black eyes were full of anxious prayer, Sephiel stopped talking and tried his best to push Maiev's time back to the position before she was teleported.

But Sephiel tried very hard to push time but could not complete this operation. The time stream belonging to Ms. Shadowsong was as heavy as a mountain and could not move an inch.

She said in a difficult tone:

"Your time is sealed, Maiev. He knows what you are going to do. He prohibits you from doing that. He is protecting you."

"He is the one who needs protection the most!"

Maiev pointed to the burning and disintegrating planet in the sky, and she said:

"Elune's power can take effect in Draenor but cannot enter Argus, not only because there is evil energy there, but also because powers at the same level as Elune regard it as a domain.

It's not just Aggramar he has to face

Although the Dark Titan cannot cross the stars in an instant, he can project his cold gaze on Argus. He has to face two Titans.

They don't even need to defeat him! As long as the precarious balance in his body is destroyed, our lover will fall into the abyss forever. I must go! "

After saying that, Maiev looked around looking for anything available.

A few seconds later, as she looked back indifferently, an old orc shaman appeared on the grassland. He approached the three ladies and showed a weird smile.

Then, he said in devilish language:

"Everyone, do you need a ride? We have prepared a demon spaceship in advance that can take you back and forth between Argus and Draenor within ten minutes."

"Don't go! Maiev, this Nasrezim obviously has bad intentions! Don't jump into the trap."

Xal'atath blocks to:

"Don't forget Black's reminder to us that they are in service to the Eternal Ones."

"Where is your ship?"

Ms. Shadowsong asked in an indifferent tone.

The Dread Lord disguised as an orc grinned and whistled fiercely, and soon an assault-type demon spaceship appeared above the three of them in the wind of the Nagrand prairie.

The Dread Lord made a "please" gesture to Maiev. It glanced at the blood-red seal on Maiev's finger and whispered:

"It's a nice wedding ring. Madam, your husband must love you very much. He will definitely be willing to do very, very terrible things for you."

"I am willing to give everything for him."

Shadowsong touched her ring. She made a "forbidden" gesture to Xal'atath and Sephiel who wanted to follow. She said:

"Mark my words, you two need to take care of him until I come back. He is yours."

"Well, you probably have to wait a long time to come back."

The Dread Demon King said surreptitiously:

"The Supreme Emperor has prepared a guest room for you in the gorgeous Naslia Castle. He believes that to ensure the loyalty of his servants, he must help his servants solve all their worries.

He is truly a kind and generous Majesty.

Also, are you sure you want to follow us? Look, even this beautiful moonlight is reminding you not to board this ship, after all, we are the bad guys. "

"you?"

Maiev put on her Warden helmet again and said in a disdainful tone:

"You're not even sewer rats."

With that, Lady Shadowsong breathed a sigh of relief and prayed to the moon god one last time. She was talking to Elune, and her god asked her not to go to Argus.

Clearly, the benevolent Elune was trying to save her Chosen One.

But Maiev rejected her.

This was the first time Maiev had rejected Elune so directly.

For a believer, this is almost an unforgivable sin, but Moonlight did not punish her for it. She just placed the mark of the moon on the connection between Maiev's neck and back, thus temporarily stabilizing the remaining parts of Maiev's body. In the skyrocketing power of the black moon.

It's not time for them to explode yet.

Watching Maiev disappear in the beam of the demon spaceship, watching the spaceship disappear in the sky of the Nagrand prairie during the leaping flight, Sephiel and Xal'atas stood in a field of flying green grass. Under the sun, their hands were tightly held together.

"Blake will blame us and divorce us."

Xal'atath whispered:

"Although there was no ceremony to begin with, he will never pay attention to us again. What a pity. I have just seen his abyssal appearance, and I have just completely handed over my allegiance to him."

"Will not."

Sephiel raised his head, closed his eyes, and whispered:

"Maev has not left, she is just traveling far away as if sleeping. Black will find her and bring her back to us. We just need to wait patiently.

It's like a journey into the unknown.

Maiev was the shining light of the beacon, and Black was always at the wheel.

Bless her. "

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"哐"

Amidst the violent shaking, the half-burned Tree of Life finally took root for the first time after leaving the sanctuary, on the land of Mac'Aree, in the valley between the Arcane Academy and the Last Lake.

She took root on the ground, and the extension of the breath of life instantly enveloped the floating continent of Mac'Aree, which was pushed to the stars when the world collapsed.

Not only did it stabilize the broken earth, it also used the power of life to ensure that this floating island continent could retain enough air for the living to breathe among the stars, and purify the evil energy and void atmosphere that constantly eroded the place.

Driven by the power of the Tree of Life, the floating island of Mac'Aree, which had been separated from the framework of the Argus world, was sent to the sky above the fragmented Antolan wasteland.

Little Xingxing yelled and rushed to the tree of life with Fenna, who was dying, and Dai Lin, who was no longer breathing. They were wrapped in the branches of Lord Eonar and healed.

The Evil of this World and the Zenidar continued to rise and fall around the floating island, bringing survivors on the ground to this last safe place.

It's busy here too.

The survivors are trying their best to help, but the dead remain in that broken place forever.

"I thought you were dead, Your Majesty."

When the miserable Varian emerged from the teleportation beam of the Zenidar, Shore, who was squatting alone and dejected, immediately jumped up. He rushed over and gave Varian a hug.

He said:

"Damn Saurfang told me that you were slashed to death by a fallen titan's sword. I knew I couldn't believe a word from those green-skinned orcs!"

"No, Shore, I did die once."

Varian touched the horrific scar on his still aching chest. From this high altitude, he looked down at the completely chaotic battlefield below. He said:

"It was Mr. Black, he saved me, but when I left there I saw something terrifying, that monster fighting Aggramar, that was."

"it's him."

Xiaor nodded. There was a faint purple light shining deep in his pupils. The human assassin said softly:

"The Great Dark, the Silent One, or the Thousand Tongues, whatever you want to call him, he is still down there, no one knows if he can win, and we can't even get close.

All I can do is pray. "

“The question is who to pray to?”

Varian smiled bitterly and said:

"His majesty is no worse than Aggramar. Has he become a god?"

"I have no idea."

Shore touched his heart.

As the chosen one, his heart beat much faster than usual at this time. This seemed to be his god conveying some inexplicable message to him.

He pursed his lips and whispered:

"May he bless himself."