Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Ahhhhhhhh~ bang!!!"

The showman Blake is still immersed in the performance even without an audience.

He was thrown from the realm into the sky of the kingdom of death, and let out a contrived scream, pretending that he was dizzy and smashed his head into a gloomy mountain.

The extension of the void power brought out a purple stream of light in the air, just like the tail of a meteorite falling, but this was actually not a disguise, because it was difficult to lock a death kingdom from the out-of-control storm in the interspace and perform a void jump. Not that easy.

Especially when the Void Godhead was suppressed by 30% of the power of the Death Domain, the pirates could only ensure that they landed in the correct position.

Interrealm, this is a special concept unique to the Shadow Kingdom.

The reflection of death in this material world has a completely different form of existence from the material stars.

To put it simply, there is no concept of "star sea" in the kingdom of death. It is like an endless "misty land". One after another, large and small kingdoms of death exist like floating islands in this almost endless fog. among.

The fog between kingdoms is called the "interregion".

It can be thought of as the Twisting Nether among the material stars, or the "primordial ether" as an ancient mage tradition calls it, but the realm of the Shadow Realm is obviously more unstable than the Twisting Nether.

So far, no one knows the nature of the realm, but one thing is certain, the realm will become very unstable at some point, and even connect to other realms of the Force.

More than once in the history of the Shadowlands there have been incursions from other Forces.

What appears most is the connection with the Sunless Sea. This is why void creatures are very unpopular in the Kingdom of Shadow. They are the foreign enemies that cause the most trouble to the Death Realm among the six forces.

Of course, the time when the grumpy old Naaru of the Legion of Light formed an expeditionary force to attack Revendres countless epochs ago was not considered an "invasion". After all, it was Emperor Denathrius who committed the crime first.

The Holy Light is just a counterattack.

That war caused heavy damage to Revendreth, but no other death kingdoms participated in the war from beginning to end. Maldraxxus, who was responsible for protecting the Shadow Kingdom, turned a blind eye to it.

It can only be said that the emperor's popularity is indeed not very good. Other Eternals respect him but also reject him. This is probably the reason why Emperor Denathrius chose to do bad things secretly.

The friends didn't want to play with him, so he decided to overturn the table.

Well, the above is purely Blake's weird thoughts when he was briefly dizzy after the severe impact in the fall.

Of course, Lord Evil God has always been reliable towards his own people.

Before he realized that the interrealm passage was about to get out of control, he sent Fenna, Xiaoyuren and Wei Nali to where they should go. This consumed a lot of his energy, but it was not a bad thing.

After all, in addition to the Ascension Fortress where Green's little blue angel is located, the other three major countries have manpower deployed by him. Throwing his people into those countries through a "transportation out of control" to prepare for big things will probably not cause the Great Emperor to doubt.

"Zovar is not so cautious, and Denasius is even less likely to adopt such a pathetic conspiracy, so either the other two Eternals are secretly causing trouble, or it is the group of godly servants."

On the top of the completely broken mountain, Lord Evil God lay in the big hole that had completely turned into an impact crater, rubbing his sore butt but not in a hurry to get up.

He lay here thinking about the deeper reasons for the failure of the teleportation just now, and like Zoval, he quickly locked on the target.

Although in the general trend of the Shadow Kingdom, the four major kingdoms where the Eternals exist are generally regarded as the supreme combat power in the realm of death, the eternal city of Oribos, the heart of the Shadow Realm, is actually a powerful existence.

There should have been an eternal arbiter in that city, but after the arbiter was kicked to the point of shutting down, the existence of the eternal city was greatly weakened, but this does not mean that Oribos can be ignored.

Because there are not only Eternals in that city, but also a group of strange races who call themselves "Servants of the Gods".

It is said that they are the oldest race born in the Shadow Kingdom. They can directly feel the "Destiny" left by the mysterious First Born, and have the sole right to interpret the "Destiny" system.

To put it simply, those people are a group of stickmen who believe in destiny and regard maintaining destiny as the mission of the race. The most troublesome thing is that the servants of the gods are not just talkative kings. As far as Blake knows, those guys are real. can predict the future to a limited extent.

And unlike the old Velen who always sees a messy future, these god-servers have a very high accuracy in their predictions, and will take very decisive actions in the face of factors that interfere with destiny.

Just like this time the teleportation went out of control.

Another example is that Emperor Denathrius and Black had previously agreed to give Black a powerful Stoneborn army. However, just a few days before the handover between the two parties, the Maw that had been stable for countless epochs suddenly changed, resulting in what was supposed to be a gift to Black. Black's Stoneborn Destroyers were temporarily transferred by the Emperor to defend the Maw Pass.

As a result of that accident, Black got a complete novice army.

The Emperor and the pirates have always believed that it was also the fault of the Godserver. Obviously, they saw from the prophecy of destiny that Black would bring drastic changes to the Shadow Kingdom, so they suppressed him.

But unfortunately, how could the rise of a monster like Lord Evil God be prevented by mere conspiracy?

"Forget it once. After all, you guys are indeed servants of the First Born. But to come here a second time and try to kill me is unbearable."

The pirate master lying in the shattered impact crater cleared his mind and became angry. These servants of the gods were a bit too much. He was so low-key that he only brought one ship to sneak into the Shadow Kingdom. This was already a sign of goodwill. , but it turned out that this group of magicians still wanted to hurt him. If they were shameless, then don't blame the evil god for being rude.

"snort!"

Blake rubbed his buttocks in an aloof manner and prepared to get up from the impact pit. He looked at the aftermath of the inter-domain storm that was recovering bit by bit in the sky above his head, and said arrogantly in a strong tone:

“After I find my wife, kiss her, hug her and hold her high, I will give you guys who do evil in the name of ‘destiny’ a good look!

Bullshit destiny, look at this evil god dismantling it with his own hands! "

After saying that, the pirate habitually diffused his thoughts of truth and scanned the surrounding environment like a radar turned on.

He found that he did not fall directly on the main body of Revendreth's kingdom, but on a small accompanying island outside the floating island continent.

It is like the structure of a series of small islands on the edge of the continent in the endless sea. Such small floating islands are pulled by the main body of the continent, but they are not stable. Occasionally they are swallowed up by the unstable space and sent to inexplicable places. Reappears after some time.

"Hey, something is coming."

The Pirate Pirate blinked and stood on the top of the hill that was shattered by one-fifth of his body. He raised his hands to cover his eyes and looked forward. Soon he found some flying towards his direction. Little black dot.

That's a group of Stoneborn.

Different from the stone-born recruits that Black received, these guys who flew over were all strong, broad-shouldered and round-waisted. They were also covered with gorgeous Venthyr blood armor, and each of them held a ceremonial weapon in their strong hands. And the lethal halberd looks majestic.

They have bat-like heads with fangs and ears, and have an overall male appearance, in stark contrast to the slender and agile female stonelings like General Carr.

Their wings are larger and flap very powerfully, and judging from their flying posture, these big guys are exactly the same as Nasrezim, and the appearance of the bat wings is almost exactly the same.

These should be the official stone warriors under Revendreth. Judging from the badges on their armor, they belong to the famous Stone Legion. They shoulder the heavy responsibility of defending the Blood Land. After gathering into an army, they have extremely destructive power. , although it is not as good as the legion of Maldraxxus, the country of war, it is also a first-class army in the Shadow Realm.

In front of these Stone Legion warriors were several Venthyr nobles riding blood-red "Dread Wings".

This scene made Blake curl his lips.

Sure enough, these defective Venthyr anima vampires must stubbornly maintain their meaningless grace and dignity at all times.

Their Dreadwing mounts are very similar to the great mephits of the Burning Legion, or the vampire bats domesticated by the trolls, but they are larger in size and have a terrifying appearance. The spooky and evil riding equipment is very suitable for Wimsey. Our twisted understanding of the concept of "dark gorgeousness."

Although this kind of anima bat is good at carrying people and has good combat effectiveness, it is traveling through the interdimensional realm, brother!

As the pirates know, this kind of bat mount is not good at trekking through the chaotic realm. In fact, there are only a few creatures in the entire Shadow Kingdom that can safely travel through the realm.

Now just for a little bit of grace, you are willing to take the risk of being swallowed up by the storm of the realm at any time. You are really impressed. You are worthy of being the high-quality jokes that Emperor Denathrius has carefully accumulated for countless epochs.

And you are pretending to be stupid in front of an evil god!

The pirate bared his teeth.

In a bad mood, he decided that he should teach these arrogant Venthyrs who were either showing off or pretending to be cool, and let the arrogant anima vampires taste the dangers of the world.

He blinked, and an invisible thought of truth was thrown forward, and the eyes of the fear wings carrying the Venthyr nobles suddenly became confused.

As if they were drunk, they began to perform standard Brownian motion in the air. Amidst the scoldings of the frightened Venthyr, the strong Stoneborn guards didn't even have time to reach out to save them when they saw the unlucky ghosts let out an irritating roar. He screamed and fell into the turbulent mist of the world with a roar.

Like a stone thrown into the sea, it disappeared without a trace without even making a splash.

This sudden change caused the remaining Stoneborn and Venthyr nobles to accelerate cautiously and landed safely on the hilltop where Black was located a few seconds later.

The already pale face of the Venthyr noble at the head would turn pale. If it weren't for the anima vampire's ability to sweat, this guy would probably be soaked through his pants.

He stood on the edge of the floating island and let his unlucky attendants observe a few seconds of silence. Then he straightened his blood-red robe and turned to look at Black under the protection of the Stoneborn.

This pretentious guy frowned and looked up and down at the pirates, while Lord Evil God wore his classic black-clothed prophet's attire and pulled his hood low to cover his handsome face, leaving only an indifferent chin. .

Putting his hands behind his back, he showed a "master demeanor".

Of course there are normal Venthyr people under the Emperor's rule, but these blood nobles are a bunch of bastards with weird personalities. If you smile at them, they will think you are afraid of them.

If the arrogance of the upper elf is 10, the arrogance of these anima vampires is at least 100, and Black knows them too well.

"Stranger! What you stand at your feet is the supreme King of Sin, the powerful Eternal, the Blood Ancestor born at the beginning of the era, the creator and ruler of Revendreth, the Castle of Nathria and The territory of Emperor Denathrius, the master of the Court of Reapers, the forger of the Seven Medals of Sin, and the master of all things and all souls in the world!”

The pretentious Venthyr noble placed his left hand on his chest and his right hand behind his back. He spoke a long list of elegant and middle-class titles in a carol-like tone, emphasizing the emperor's ownership and incompetence of this land. After assuming the position, he changed the topic and scolded Black with a sinister tone:

"You have set foot in the territory of the King of Sin without permission. According to the rules of Venthyr's upper class society, you should be thrown into a dark cage to wait for your identity to be discovered!

Now! With the power given to me as 'Chamberlain' by Emperor Denathius the Great.

I ask you to hand over your true name and sin tablet, and follow me to the Fallen Pride Manor to register your sins under the custody of the loyal and powerful warriors of the Stone Legion under the Great Emperor, and then accept your first atonement in the Hall of Atonement!

Of course you can resist.

This is the power given to every soul by the benevolent Emperor, but for the sake of the guilt you will reap after making a resistive move, I advise you to be more peaceful. "

Huo, what a sanctimonious bastard.

Black raised his eyebrows. If he remembered correctly, the nameless palace minister in front of him would become a five-man boss in the future.

He is vicious, greedy and hypocritical. While he is loyal to the emperor, he also longs for more powerful power and even goes so far as to frame his colleagues and betray his superior.

Such a typical Venthyr.

However, to Lord Evil God, this guy in front of him is just an insignificant person who can be dismissed casually. But now that he has arrived in Revendreth, Lord Evil God decided to give the ruler of this place a face, and he also As soon as he comes forward, he slaps his collaborators on the face.

The Emperor is a petty person who holds a grudge, and now is not the time to fall out with him.

"Okay, I am willing to accept the investigation and temporary detention of loyal officials under Emperor Denathrius. I am a guest and should abide by the etiquette of this place."

"Elder of the Soul Palace" Blake sneered a few times. He took out his ears and stretched out his hands very obediently to put on the shackles of sin. But the next moment, he changed the topic and addressed the palace minister who was relieved in front of him. explain:

"I know Venthyr's rules. Every soul who comes here must have a sin tablet of his own. It is a trial certificate that records the sins committed by a soul during his lifetime. It is also a soul's decision to embark on the road of atonement. symbol of.

I have a small request.

I hope that a just and loyal official like you will personally carve the monument of sin for me.

As long as my sin monument is completed, I will leave here with you and go to the Hall of Atonement and become a miserable prisoner for you to squeeze out your inner energy. "

"You! Outsider! You are not qualified to make any demands."

The arrogant palace minister snorted and touched his beard with his hand wearing a gorgeous bloodstone ring, but he felt that the guy in front of him had some strange temperament that made him afraid.

After thinking about it, I felt more at ease by holding the sin monument of such an unidentified soul in my hands.

The Venthyrs knew that only by controlling a guy's sin monument could they completely control his soul and will, so after a few seconds of thinking, the palace minister nodded and said:

"Then stay here. I will summon the most capable clay servants in Revendreth. Your sin monument will be carved in ten minutes."

"Well, well, I advise you not to be so optimistic, my dear Lord Chamberlain."

Lord Black Crumble shook his head, yawned, and looked across the mist of the realm into the distance at the gorgeous Nathria Castle that stood proudly in the center of Revendreth under the gloomy blood-red sky.

He said in a relaxed tone:

“Give you a day.

It's best to find more mud servant masters, if it delays my grand debut in Revendreth, if it takes up the wonderful time of my wife and I meeting each other.

Believe me, you won't want to see that miserable and brutal scene.

Just a friendly reminder.

My sin monument is huge~"