Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The Maw is a ghostly place, not only because the place is always dark, but also because this floating island continent has been regarded as a place of punishment for a long time.

This is not a place where anyone can enjoy happiness.

Every stone and soil in the Maw contains extreme malice towards life. This is the embodiment of the rules of the Shadow Kingdom. Any soul who falls here will be tortured.

Even if anima is not drained in Zoval's various Tower of Sinful Souls or Torment Fortress, it does not mean that one can escape the disaster.

In fact, when a soul walks on the land of the Maw, it will feel the hunger of the soul all the time, all energy will be drained, and all happiness will be blocked.

The screaming and tearing pain that erupts at the spiritual level puts the soul in the most tormented state at all times. It's like being hungry and unable to eat, thirsty and unable to drink water. Even if you are lucky enough to kill some creatures, those Flesh and blood that is poisonous and cursed cannot be entered.

They can't sleep, they will be haunted by nightmares, they can't rest, they will be reminded of the most vicious memories, they can't even go crazy, because this land will force them to stay awake in pain in order to continue to torture them.

That's not pain.

Pain is the lowest form of hospitality in the Maw, it can even be called gentle.

Those who can survive in such an environment are truly tough guys, or they have mastered unique methods to avoid the oppression of the soul by the Maw, such as wizards like Wei Nali.

But there are only a few magical agents like her after all. Others hiding in the Maw Abyss have to shoulder this heavy pressure and continue to endure. Either force themselves to adapt to this damn world, or they will collapse one day with their own hands. He ended his life and was captured by the warden's commanding power at the moment his soul left his body.

From this point of view, Zoval is actually a "benevolent" ruler.

He never cared about the prisoners who escaped from the cage, and would not even deliberately send people to hunt them down. Escape without freedom was just another form of torture with an extended time limit.

Occasionally adding a hint of "hope" to despair will allow those tough souls to give birth to more brilliant anima.

This is the art of torture.

This is the same reason why Blake was called the "Demon of Hope" for a period of time.

Lord Evil God injected chicken blood into his "fellows" and then withdrew his consciousness and returned to the Sanctuary of Control. He had already told them what needed to be said. He believed that these people who had been sent into the abyss in the demon war Souls are real warriors, and their previous confusion was just because they did not understand the world after death and had no goals.

After they fell into this hell, they didn't know what to do, and they heard that the warden had complete control over this place, which made them feel that no matter how hard they struggled, the result would be nothing more than a miserable mess that no one paid attention to.

In this case, it is impossible for Prince Renathor to make these warrior souls truly firm.

But Black gave them goals and revealed some exciting-sounding "big plans." They didn't know yet what the evil god planned to do in the world of death, but in fact this was enough.

The warriors who had the target returned to the battlefield. If they were not afraid of the violent demons, then the mere death servants had nothing to fear.

For the warriors of Azeroth, who have spent almost a decade in various wars since the Dark Portal era, and even organized the Great Crusade against the demon world of Argus, something that can be hacked to death is simply not worth it. fear.

Their souls have long been tempered with incomparable tenacity in the face of all kinds of weird world-destroying natural disasters and enemies, and death cannot scare them away.

More importantly, many people think that they will fall into an emptiness without perception after death, but in fact, after death and entering this world, they can still fight and live like they were alive, which makes these old swordsmen feel relieved.

Their stories can continue after death.

"Be honest!"

On the way from the Sanctuary of Dominance to the Hall of Mirrors prepared by Zoval, Fenner, who had put on her armor and carried the Titan Killer on her back, whispered to her younger brother:

"The demonic war in Azeroth is so cruel. Did you arrange it in advance?"

"Huh? Why do you think so?"

The pirate was playing with a beautiful anima orb and asked in surprise:

"You think I will take advantage of the Demonic War to cruelly send the souls of more than a million warriors into the Shadow Kingdom, causing them to fall into the abyss and suffer torture, just to prepare an army that can attack this world. The soul army that plunders the city?

In your mind, am I such a cruel bastard who regards life as trivial? "

"That's the kind of guy you are, no doubt about it."

Fenner turned up her nose and said:

"The only thing I'm not sure about is whether there was any cooperation from the demons during this period. Maybe even the sealing of Sargeras was part of your plan."

"Um"

Blake looked at his sister in a strange way.

He rubbed his chin, and after a few seconds, said:

"Is it because you have a close relationship with the evil god that you received the 'wisdom infusion'? Why did you suddenly become so smart that it scares me?"

"Hey, I've always been smart, okay?"

Fenna brushed her hair in displeasure and punched the outer armor of the spiritual steel demon statue passing by.

A clear fist mark appeared on the sturdy giant statue with barbs, and the two spiritual steel blacksmiths who were repairing the golem next to it looked at each other.

What is this woman's background?

Can you dent the solid spiritual steel with just one punch?

Hey, this is a female tyrannosaurus wearing elf skin!

The elf warrior snorted, enjoying the Yuansworn's surprise and awe, and she complained softly:

"I used to not use my brain because you were thinking for me, but now I have entered the angry road to the Force of Life. If I don't use my brain anymore, I can't move forward.

I don’t want to be left behind by you or lose all my pride and become your plaything. Although I don’t hate the ending, I think I should still try harder.

I have a mother who is an elf archmage. If you really think I am a fool, then you underestimate me. "

"Well, not bad, not bad, keep it up."

Blake reached out his hand and patted Fenna on the head happily and said:

"Being a warrior requires no brains. You have been a reckless man charging into battle all your life. If you want to be called a true warrior god, you have to condense some wisdom into your power.

At least you can't help count the money after being sold.

Look, our dear Lord Zoval has prepared the treasure for us to leave the Maw. "

The pirate pointed ahead.

In a small hall on the edge of the domination sanctuary, a strange black magic mirror has been activated. The Venthyr-style magic mirror is like a portal, full of heart energy and flowing with deep light.

Two Abyssworn Liches were operating it from the side. When they saw Black walking over with his sister's lover and the strange new Broker Financial Officer wearing a pirate hat and a little fishman pet, the Abyssworn Liches were shocked. The demon then opened his mouth and said in the indifferent tone that a dead person should have:

"The door to Revendreth has been opened. Your Majesty the Quiet One, after passing this magic spirit, you can enter the Nathria Castle of Emperor Denathrius, where a luxurious hotel has been prepared for you. Welcome to the celebration.”

"Alas, I am indeed a disliked guest. My friend Zoval is not even willing to see me off."

Blake gave a mocking sigh.

Faced with his teasing, the Yuansworn Lich did not answer.

You really don't have the skills to be a guest at all. You destroyed a border fortress of the Yuansworn when you arrived. It would take at least several years to rebuild that place. You also sent your servants into the fortress arrogantly. Shia interfered and interrupted the joint treasure hunt between Maw and Venthyr.

The lion asked for the Fortress of Destruction as your temporary dock. He also had secret conversations with the warden's prisoners for a long time without permission, and finally extorted a batch of extremely valuable anima orbs from Lord Zoval.

Even Maldraxxus, who has always been the wildest, may not be able to accept a guest like you, let alone the Maw.

The fact that Master Zoval did not smash your head with a hammer shows that he is extremely self-restrained, so please stop being picky about the rest, okay?

"I know I caused you a little bit of trouble, and I'm really sorry."

The pirate waved goodbye to the Abyssworn Lich and said with a smile:

“But I will come back, believe me, the next time I come back I will definitely bring my dear Zovar a surprise gift that will satisfy Him.

I swear, in the name of the Silent One, in the name of the Sunless Sea.

I'm leaving now, no need to send it away. "

After saying that, the pirate held Fenner's waist and walked into the tilted magic mirror in front of him. Wearing a pirate hat and a pirate trench coat, Wei Nali also strode towards the mirror proudly.

She never thought that she, a prisoner of the Maw, could leave this hell so easily.

As for the little fishman.

This guy didn't know where he got a small fragment of the Chain of Control. Although it can no longer be called an artifact, this thing is still a real treasure in the Maw.

Benbolba tied the broken piece of the chain of command to his wrist and swung it around like a show off, making the two Abyssworn Liches' brows jump.

They wanted to snatch the treasure from the fish-man's hand and keep it in the Maw.

But they can't do anything, they are annoying guests after all.

"I really hope these bastards encountered a teleportation accident and were completely lost in the storm of the interrealm."

A Yuansworn Lich couldn't bear it anymore and cursed in a low voice.

Its companion's face was expressionless, but he must have been thinking the same thing in his heart. The damn evil guest had finally left, and Maw Abyss could finally be quiet for a few days. It was really...

"boom"

A crisp sound sounded from the magic mirror behind him, and the broken mirror with black smoke scattered everywhere, making the two Yuansworn Liches look at each other as they prepared to leave.

this.

Is this the curse taking effect?

No way!

The other party is an evil god! How could it be so easy to curse?

"Buzz"

The moment the magic mirror shattered, Zoval's figure appeared outside the small hall, and the gloomy-looking warden strode over, completely ignoring the two trembling Abyssworn Liches.

He looked at the broken mirror, and the cold light in his eyes became deeper and deeper.

"Servants of God's destiny. Damn cancer."

Zoval said so.

This magic mirror leading to Revendreth was made by Emperor Denathrius himself. There are not so many forces in the Shadow Kingdom that can interfere with and destroy it.

But those servants of the gods who live in the eternal city of Oribos can do this kind of thing. Those nagging bastards probably sensed the fluctuations of destiny, so they planned to completely destroy the crisis in this way. .

This proves that Black Shaw's arrival will indeed bring terrible changes to Shadowlands

As for the safety of the evil god, Zoval is not worried at all.

After all, he is also a dual-god god. If he died in a conspiracy so easily, it would be a joke to the family. But if the cross-border transmission is interfered with, who knows which country Black will be thrown into?

Haha, the annoying guest really deserves a small lesson.

——

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The elongated scream was wrapped in a ball of light that cut through the realm like a meteorite and crashed into the savage world. Miss Fenner felt like she was thrown into a high-speed rotating goblin engine spinning at hundreds of revolutions per second. Rotating at a crazy speed.

She had no idea what was going on.

All I know is that after stepping into the damn teleportation gate, the stinky brother shouted angrily, "There are always unscrupulous people who want to harm me," and then he gave her a kick and kicked her out of the twisted teleportation path.

If this were applied to other people, one would definitely wonder if Blake wanted to kill someone and silence them.

But Fenna wouldn't think so. She would only stubbornly think that it was danger and her brother was using this method to save her.

The fact was exactly as Fenner expected.

The moment she was kicked out of the teleportation path, she saw with her own eyes that the path that was supposed to lead to Revendreth twisted and exploded, and her brother also disappeared in the horrific explosion.

But my brother will definitely not die.

Just kidding, how could a disaster like him die in a sudden teleportation accident? He came to this world for Maiev, and now he hasn't even seen Maiev's face.

My brother is not a person who gives up halfway.

Well, the elf warrior took a few seconds to think clearly about the trouble Blake encountered. After thinking that her brother would not be in danger, she began to think about her current situation.

Then she saw a strange building getting closer and closer in front of her. The pentagonal bone wall created a huge space, surrounded by all kinds of fanatical dead souls shouting, and in the center of the building It is a large platform like an arena.

Amidst the explosions that were getting closer and closer to the ground, Fenner could see a large group of undead wearing armor fighting with a high-level demon with a weird posture.

this.

Is it a competitive competition?

Is it so cool?

"boom"

Amidst the earth-shaking loud noise, Fenner landed face first on the ground, amidst the astonishment of tens of thousands of bystanders, like a meteor hitting the head of the unprepared upper demon.

Then, the entire arena shook like an earthquake, sending up substantial shock waves, sucking in all the undead warriors participating in the Theater of Death Tournament and turning them into skeletons scattered all over the ground in a few seconds.

Master Vol, who is the host of the Maldraxxus Arena, is also confused. Before this powerful undead commander arrived in Maldraxxus, he was a butcher-like character who started a war of destruction in his world. After his death, he joined the army leader in conquering the north and south, and he was well-informed.

But he had never seen a hemp elf flying out of the realm and smashing into this chaotic war-mad land with such an explosive attitude.

"Uh, he must be dead, right?"

Master Wall rode his armed winged beast and flew over the broken arena. He glanced down and was shocked to find that the guy who came out of the blue was slowly getting up in the impact crater.

The experience of being an arena host came to mind. No matter where this guy came from, as long as you come to Maldraxxus, you must follow the rules here!

So he shouted:

"Stranger! You are already standing on the land of Maldraxxus. According to the ancient rules, you have to participate in a competition of 100 people. Only the one who survives will be qualified to become a member of this land and get the chance to join the five great powers. Qualifications for the Secret Academy!

I ask you, do you want it?”

"Huh? Do you want to survive a battle with a hundred local warriors?"

The disgraced Fenner raised her head and moved her slightly twisted neck.

She pulled out the Titan Killer from her waist with a swipe. The moment the weapon stained with Titan blood was unsheathed, the cold murderous aura shocked the entire arena into silence.

In the dead silence, Fenner showed a fanatical and silly smile that a warrior should have. She raised her fist and said:

"Is there such a good thing? Of course, I want to participate!"

The next second, this outstanding female warrior taunted Master Wall in the sky:

"Hey, that big fat man above, you look like you have some strength. Come and bring a hundred guys as strong as you. I'll be right here. I won't go anywhere until I defeat you.

Remember my name.

I am Fenna Golden Sword Proudmoore from Azeroth, come on, challenge me, please me with your weapons and screams! "

"No, you challenged us, you idiot but never mind!"

Master Wall, a seven-time Wound Theater Massacre winner, corrected.

But then he shrugged, showed a bloodthirsty smile, grabbed the brutal bone sword on his back, jumped off the saddle of the Spreadwing Beast, and shouted:

"The last madman from Azeroth has hacked to death a marquis and became the new lord, and now, another challenger from that magical world has issued a call to us.

I am really becoming more and more curious about the world that is rich in quality warriors.

Warriors of the Lord of War!

Enter the arena!

Only one person can leave alive today, and the loser's body will become the winner's trophy! "

The entire arena burst into applause. The audience had no idea that there would be a free "Master Battle" to watch today. The noisy sound almost lifted the ceiling of the Theater of Death.

Well, it was a lively day for the pure warriors.