Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"boom"

A low and loud noise exploded in the direction of the endless sea near the maelstrom.

As billions of tons of sea water were thrown up and rolled, the crimson giant sword falling from the sky was ruthlessly inserted into the earth of the world of Azeroth like a pillar.

Before being sealed, the ruthless President Sa used his last chance to complete his final blow to the little sister of Azeroth. At the moment when the long sword penetrated the world, Queen Azshara under the deep sea clearly heard the voice of the world. The cry of the soul.

This was even after the tired and painful Queen used the magic of the World Magic Network to weaken the piercing power of the Dark Ripper. If President Sa was allowed to stab him with his sword, Azeroth would definitely end up being killed. The fate of Sword Exploding Star.

But now it's scary.

The giant Titan Sword almost pierced the undersea continental shelf, causing the world's blood to gush out from under the rumbling earth in a gushing manner. Azshara's eyes widened with those flying streams of light.

Ten thousand years!

After ten thousand years, she finally felt the familiar aura again, which was almost exactly the same as the Well of Eternity.

This time, the fresh world blood did not appear in the form of a tide of magic power, but condensed into strange colorful crystals the moment it flowed out of the wound.

The Queen struggled to withstand the earthquake waves that exploded around the world, and picked up several pieces of pure crystal material that had just cooled down near the point where the sword blade landed.

She felt the energy contained in the material.

It was very similar to the way the arcane force worked that she had experienced in the ritual before.

But before Azshara could think about it, she felt another breath approaching quickly. The queen, who maintained the form of Naga on the seabed, immediately waved her tentacles to let herself rise to the surface.

The moment she emerged from the water like a beautiful woman, she saw a dim meteor streaking across the sky, with a long tail flame that rubbed against the air, and headed straight towards the Titan's Sword that had been inserted diagonally on the surface of the world.

The thud made the Dark Ripper shudder.

This collision also caused the pierced planet to feel more pain. More world blood gushes out of the cracks in the earth after the earthquake and cools quickly to form the strange crystal substance.

Like a weak wounded person convulsing in pain.

But the fallen man had bad luck.

As Azshara watched with great pleasure, he collided with the huge sword of the Titan Sword seventeen times in a row, and then crashed into the rolling sea water with a bang, splashing water all over the sky.

The poor evil god was stunned.

As he was drifting with the current in a daze, waiting for his body to recover, he unexpectedly saw a coquettish Naga poking his head out of the water next to him.

Queen Azshara's five eyes shone with a dangerous light that made the pirates feel something was wrong.

But before he could speak, tentacles dotted with gems emerged from the water and wrapped around the body of the seriously injured Lord Evil God like a snake, pulling him bit by bit into the cold and violent water.

"I will drown in this state!"

The pirate struggled and screamed strangely.

The next moment, cold yet strangely passionate lips blocked his next words, sending precious air into the lungs of the Silent One that did not need to breathe at all.

It's more like a hot flirt after a victory than first aid.

"Smelly pirate, you were so fierce yesterday. You dared to insult your queen like that."

Azshara's cold voice echoed in Blake's weak mind. She gave out the Queen's signature arrogant sneer and said:

"Now that it's in my hands, I have to teach you the rules. Look, I'm very happy today. Come on, my court jester, and try to please your lord."

"I'm determined to be dead. Hey, you lunatic, I'm a wounded person, please be gentle!"

So, in the tide approaching the Sword of Destruction, a seriously injured man fell into the hands of an evil woman waiting for "revenge."

Well, he had a tough day today.

But Sargeras's sword was not inserted casually.

At the moment when Black was dragged by Azshara and sank into the "Deep Sea Dream", the maelstrom that had been stable for ten thousand years suddenly began to undergo strange changes.

Amidst the low rock vibrations, the legions of Deep Rock Island began to enter the material world.

Lady Stone Mother, who had already eliminated the emotional pollution with the help of her daughters and "successfully lost weight" and became the most beautiful woman in the elemental world, was also very surprised.

She didn't understand why the last barrier between the elemental realm and the material world suddenly disappeared.

But she can understand the situation Azeroth is facing now.

If they cannot help mortals repel the demons, once Azeroth falls into the realm of evil, the fate of these elemental monarchs accompanying the world will definitely not be good.

Therefore, thanks to the "Flying Sword" rewarded by Lord Sargeras, the Elemental Legion will also appear in this final fierce battle.

——

"Wonderful! Really wonderful!"

While Azeroth is staging a desperate battle between demons and mortals, in another part of the balance of life and death, in a horizon that is so far away that it is almost impossible to measure with footsteps, the initiator of everything, Emperor Denathrius, is sitting in his own palace in Nath. On the throne of Fort Leah.

He was holding the cup of bloody wine that seemed to be endless.

He let his long white hair fly as he enjoyed the full mental energy, and the appreciation shown in his extremely charming blood-colored eyes made him feel as if he had just watched an extremely wonderful performance.

As if feeling the master's joyful mood, the blood-colored blade suspended beside his body also buzzed, like the accompaniment of a soprano, making the comfortable emperor even more heroic.

The emperor was surrounded by mirrors.

It was not a temporary magic mirror, but an eternal magic mirror built in Venthyr's depraved and luxurious style, allowing the emperor to see everything happening in the entire Kingdom of Death and even other realms through them.

The luxurious mirror was currently replaying the scene of the Titan Souls joining forces to seal Sargeras, the terrifyingly powerful dark titan, into the ruins of the Pantheon.

There is also a special mirror that fixes the perspective on the Silent One.

Let the Emperor see the bravery of the Silent One at the last moment, how brave he was when he stabbed the sharp blade into Sargeras' forehead, and how tragically he was seriously injured and embarrassed by the Dark Titan's final counterattack.

"He is really a greedy person who will do anything for profit."

The emperor commented very emotionally:

"It's a terrible knife. It's so reassuring when pointed at the enemy, but it makes the wielder tremble when holding the hilt.

A troublesome guy, a guy who can't be trusted.

Fortunately, we don't need him anymore. "

"Don't jump to conclusions like that."

A low voice sounded like an answer and a persuasion in the Emperor's Eternal Chamber. It was a voice that no one could forget after hearing it.

It seems tired.

But it is not despairing, nor does it have any hope. It is very gentle but contains an explosion of power.

"oh?"

The emperor didn't seem surprised by the appearance of this voice.

On his throne, He looked back at a very strange black mirror beside him.

This mirror is completely different from other luxurious mirrors. It has no embellishment, and it is dark and does not look like it is made of crystal. It is more like a creation smeared with some dark substance.

"You think we should keep him?"

Emperor Denasius was in a good mood and said in a gentle tone:

"But why? Why do you have to keep that trouble? I told you about the beautiful relationship between him and Miss Maiev that made me cry.

Aren't you already determined to make Maiev Shadowsong your 'Angel of Death'?

You said you saw an unparalleled talent in that soul.

If we keep Black, if we let him come to the Shadowlands again, once he knows that you covet his wife, what do you think this guy who dares to stab Sargeras with a weapon will do to you and me? "

Having said this, the emperor pretended to shake his body and said:

"You, a heartless guy, can't be afraid, but I can't. I feel scared when I think about that future, where I will become an enemy of the famous Black Shaw.

Gee, this is not a good choice. "

The voice from the black mirror was silent for a moment and said:

"The Eldest Daughter and the Winter Queen have formed an alliance. Maldraxxus is in chaos but not so chaotic that it can be manipulated by you. If you are not going to do it yourself, then you need this knife.

Maiev

She is indeed a good candidate to accept the power of Dominion and become the Angel of Death, but for the long term, I can give up on her, and if it can gain Black Shaw's friendship, it will be worth it. "

This answer made the emperor frown.

As a former brother, he understands the mind of the guy opposite the black mirror in front of him and his crazy thoughts better than anyone else. Although what he will say is similar to persuasion, if the emperor does not listen, the result will definitely be very troublesome.

This exile has always been an extreme and troublesome character.

"Okay, okay, you have a point."

The emperor thought for a moment, nodded and said:

"We do need him to do some shady dirty work, but how to arrange for him? That is a god, Zoval, we have to find a way."

"Didn't he want to go to Zaresantis?"

The mysterious figure named "Zovar" said:

“Let him be.

We need a pathfinder.

The taboos left by the First Born also need to be broken by outsiders who do not abide by the rules of death. He can find everything he is looking for there, and we can also get what we need.

if he wants more

The Underworld Furnace is his final destination!

The Firstborn forged gods like us there, and we can naturally end the stories of the gods there. "

"Wonderful."

The Emperor's eyes lit up, he clapped his hands and said:

"My friend, you always say that you disdain the use of intrigues, but in fact you are the one who is best at these, and you are so ruthless, draining him of his last value before giving him a choice.

Haven't you noticed that you are actually very similar to that stubborn Dark Titan?

They are all the kind of scary guys who are willing to sacrifice everything for a great goal. "

"It's really similar, haha."

The voice became lowered, as if falling into a deep sleep, and he said:

"If the circumstances were different, I might be able to become friends with Him. But unfortunately, a fragmented universe cannot withstand the coming crisis."

"He's talking nonsense again."

Emperor Denathrius sighed. He no longer bothered with the "verbal performance art" of his allies, and changed the topic and asked:

"Is the heart energy enough for you to move freely? Do you need me to send you some more?"

"No need, the Tower of Sinful Souls is already full."

The high-pitched voice also said helplessly on this issue:

"The souls of Azeroth are too unique. Their souls are full of anima. They still refuse to be peaceful after death. The entire Maw is messed up by them.

and your children

Denathrius, your son Renathor seems to have found a new 'friend' during his exile, and he is plotting to overthrow my rule. "

"Oh, he's still a kid."

The emperor was embarrassed and said:

"Let him go. With his rough conspiracy level, he can't even think about making waves in your field. Well, I'm going to give the final order to our warriors on your behalf.

Be patient, friends, and our great work is about to be accomplished. "

"Um."

The sound dissipated.

The emperor drank down the wine in his hand and put his hand on the trembling bloody blade in his hand. He seemed to hear his beloved blade complaining to him.

After a few seconds, the emperor shook his head.

This handsome emperor who can show his supreme strength at all times seemed to show some weakness and troubles at this moment, which made him suddenly peeled off from the omnipotent god state, like a child worried about the future. old father.

He sighed, stroked the spiritual sword, and said:

"I just hope he can learn lessons from setbacks. After all, he is my son and the perfect successor in my heart. He is a part of me and I pour all the good things into him.

Don't say that about him, my loyal Lemonia.

He will one day take over my throne and become the ruler of Revendreth, but he is too immature now, which is not a problem, children always need to fall to grow. "

The next moment, Emperor Denathrius, who no longer wanted to discuss family and education issues, returned to his cold godlike posture.

He sat back on the throne, closed his eyes, and passed an order across the world gap between life and death to his extremely loyal creations.

In the deepest part of the extremely cold and gloomy continent of Northrend, at the highest point of the inaccessible Icecrown Glacier, on the Ice Throne that is enough to freeze the soul, the servants of death finally got their orders.

"He said it's time!"

The hoarse voice came out of Tichondrius's mouth, causing the Lich King Anduin Lothar, who was holding the head ornament of the Dread Lord, to nod.

The Lich King stood up and grasped the Frostmourne in his hand.

The faint blue light dances on the command inscription on the sword body, like an order to assemble.

As the Lich King walked down his Ice Throne step by step, when he reached the last step with his sword, he handed the skull of the Dread Lord to the third lord Memphito, who had beautiful blue wings. Sri Lanka.

The latter took the "reward" in surprise, and put his former boss's head in front of his eyes to admire it, saying that it was great to work with Lord Black Shaw.

He was given good things every three days, which was much more generous than Emperor Denathrius.

"It's time to leave."

Lothar said to the "Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse" standing in front of him:

"The mortal world is collapsing, and those souls have nowhere to go. Death is brewing in the shadows, and it will break out of the shadows today. We will be the pioneers of the Shadow Realm, conveying the rules of death to every corner under the stars.

The age of chaos and destruction is over.

Silent death will rule. "

Yrel, Ryan, and Antonidas all nodded to accept the order.

Only the tall figure wearing a ferocious war helmet stood alone on the glacier on the edge of the throne. Carrying an ice battle ax, he was looking at the gray and silent world in front of him from the icy high ground.

He seemed to be floating outside the upper levels of the Undead Scourge, like a ghost that didn't belong here.

"are you ready?"

Lothar asked expressionlessly.

The tall man wearing the black dragon bone armor stretched out his hand to touch the black-gray helmet of command. In the glimmer of the dark green water drop gem on his forehead, the entire Northrend... All the undead have received mandatory orders from the unified command.

Countless pairs of blue light spots lit up the world below.

Each point of light represents an awakened dead. This scene is like a sea of ​​stars hanging upside down, but it has no artistic quality and can only bring endless fear to people.

After doing all this, the big man answered in a hoarse voice without any emotion:

"Lead them, Lothar, lead me, Lich King. I have only one last question for you. Will you wag your tail because of the few bones they left behind?"

"Won't."

Lothar carried Frostmourne and turned towards the teleportation rune. His voice echoed in the cold wind and finally fell into the big man's ears.

He said:

"I will bite off their bone-throwing hands, tear their necks to the accompaniment of their screams, devour their hearts and feast on them.

Be patient, friend.

The leash is about to come off."