Shadow Trails in Azeroth

When Ms. Caregiver woke up, she felt like she might as well be dead.

She felt as if she was being carried on a stretcher and walking quickly.

Although her eyes were unable to open due to extreme weakness, as if they were stuck with glue, the Venthyr lady moaned in pain the moment her senses returned.

It doesn't feel good to be stabbed through the heart from behind.

The feeling of having her heart cut open by something cold and cold made her, a creature in the kingdom of death, truly feel the coming of death.

Well, it should be the feeling of death coming again.

After all, except for Prince Renathor's group of first-generation Venthyr who were personally shaped by the Emperor, most of the other anima vampires were transformed from souls who were willing to atone for their sins.

"I should be dead"

She tried hard to adapt to the constantly bumpy environment, and struggled to turn her head like a rusty gear. She opened her eyes little by little and said weakly:

"Where am I? Who's with me?"

"it's me."

A familiar voice stirred up the caretaker's dazed will. She endured the continuous pain and opened her eyes wide, and saw walking beside the stretcher, wearing a gray-black cloak and Yuansworn armor, carrying Yuansworn on her back. The guy with the battle ax took off the skull black steel mask on his face, revealing the thin face of Prince Renathor.

"His Royal Highness Prince?"

The caregiver was surprised and wanted to get up, but was pushed back onto the stretcher by Prince Renasor.

He carefully reassured:

“I know you have a lot of questions, but you need to rest now, and I can slowly explain it to you when we get back to the hiding place.

Don't worry, Madam Conservator, the accuser and the countess who came down with you have been found. Thanks to the help of 'that lord', we disgusted rebels can finally be in real safety. ground converge.

We no longer have to worry about punishment from the Emperor, and can quietly accumulate more strength and wait for the day of counterattack. "

"Did you go crazy because you stayed in the Maw for too long?"

Although still very weak, the caretaker lady's sharp tongue skills have not diminished at all.

Two minotaur soul warriors wearing large spiritual steel armors carried the stretcher across the gap of the Styx Bridge quickly. She looked at the screaming remnant souls looming in the smoke of the Styx below, and said in a lonely tone:

"We have all fallen into the abyss, and you still want to counterattack? Look at this hellish place around you. We can consider it a great success if we can survive here for a month.

Also, who is ‘that adult’? "

"The one who sent you down."

Prince Renathor shook his head.

He looked back at the silent warriors who were carrying the other two stretchers, and was once again surprised and impressed by the will of these tenacious warriors from the world of Azeroth.

He put the spiritual steel mask that concealed his face on his head and said angrily to the desperate caregiver:

“I also thought that despair was the only comfort I could get after my shameful failure, but it turned out that my vision was still too poor and needed some subtle and sharp wisdom to guide me.

The adult explained his idea to me, and I was attracted by that great idea. I was willing to become his collaborator on the Maw and looked forward to the hope and future he promised.

I have come to realize that our struggle is just one part of a much larger war.

I'm honored to be a part of it. "

The caregiver was silent for a few seconds. She closed her eyes on the stretcher and complained:

"You look like a madman who was bewitched by an evil god now, saying some inexplicable and unclear words, but I must also admit that if the evil god who killed me is your collaborator, then at least in this madness You don't need anyone else's help anymore.

Hiss. That sword really hurt. My heart was really cut open.

That strange soul blade also had other strange powers attached to it, which allowed me to feel the pain while maintaining the stability of my soul. As a result, I couldn't avoid the encroachment of scars even when I was in a coma.

asshole!

If this is just acting, does this need to be done? "

Prince Renathor shook his head.

He knew that this was just a routine complaint from the caretaker lady. This wise lady should also understand that in order to complete this cheating under the eyes of the emperor, pain as vivid as death was necessary.

"The Soul Eater Dragoons are approaching! Stay hidden!"

The elf soul who was riding on an abyss hound and serving as a scout shouted.

Prince Renathor and his soldiers skillfully rushed towards the shadow of the nearest gray rock, and were enveloped by the omnipresent shadow of death in the Maw amidst a few weird snarky laughters of the slender jaw dragons.

A few seconds later, three Abyss Soul Eater flying dragon cavalry, which seemed to be parasitized by shadow pollution, spread their wings and flew over the area, but could not find anything wrong.

"Thank you, Lord Ghani."

Prince Renasor breathed a sigh of relief, removed his fingers from the Abyss Battle Ax behind his back, and said something to the dissipating shadow on his body. No one answered him. The strange god of scavengers should have gone elsewhere. It collects its favorite garbage.

This simple and honest character made the Prince of Sin admire him very much.

While he ordered the soldiers to continue on their way with the three nobles who were thrown into the abyss, he decided in his heart that if his rebellion could succeed, then when he returned to Fort Naslia, he would definitely All the garbage in Revendreth was given to Lord Garni as a reward for its great contribution to the cause of bringing order to the Venthyr population.

The ruins of Temaculun Fortress where they recently stayed are already in sight, and His Highness the Prince can even see the reactivated damaged sentries on the Torment Plains.

There is a group of orc wolf cavalry souls stationed there, and in the ruins of the fortress, nearly a thousand souls of warriors who escaped from various prisons have set up camp.

These are definitely the best warriors Prince Renathor has ever seen.

They don't even need His Highness the Prince to reorganize their combat organization. After their death, they still maintain the outstanding military organizational capabilities they had when they were alive.

They are simply born warriors, with discipline and endurance comparable to that of the Stone Legion.

Calculating the number of souls that are still being sent into the abyss, it may not take half a month for Renasor to gather a powerful and usable army under his command.

Then the next step is to find a weapons arsenal of the Yuansworn to defeat the warriors who used it to arm themselves, and wait for the message sent back by the Lord before proceeding to the next step of the battle.

The Prince of Sin already knows his ultimate mission.

He needs to break through that damn Torghast Tower of Sinful Souls at some point in the future, release all the souls imprisoned in it to form an army, make a big fuss in the Maw, and then return to Revend with victory. Si, and drove his father who had fallen into arrogant fantasy from the throne of the King of Sin.

This is not a personal grudge between a loving father and a filial son.

This is for the future of the Shadow Kingdom and even all the worlds and kingdoms shaped by the Six Forces system. This was a goal so great that Prince Renathor had no reason to refuse it.

Of course, he couldn't refuse.

If he wants to deviate from this mission, I am afraid that these undead warriors who are loyal to him will immediately turn their weapons on him. Whether he wants it or not, he is already a cog in a big plan.

But there's nothing wrong with obeying.

His Highness the Prince shrugged.

Anyway, this coincides with his original goal. Look at the environment he is in. Even if he fails, he will not lose anything. He is already in hell. How bad can he be?

On the contrary, this high-risk, high-reward adventure makes people obsessed with it.

In case it succeeds.

Haha, in the words of the brokers, this is a hugely profitable deal.

It really makes people feel excited even if they stay in a hopeless abyss.

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At the same time, in the aristocratic area of ​​Nathria Castle at the dawn of Revendreth, in a hidden manor guarded by several towers, Black and his team had just completed the task assigned by Emperor Denathrius. His lovely wife Maiev is visiting the reclusive Ms. Stoneforge, the sin reaper and owner of the Medal of Wrath.

Compared with other sin lords, this lady is very low-key. Although she also has one-seventh of the power to rule Revendreth, she almost never gets involved in any political affairs of this land.

She has no interest in ruling at all, and does not even participate in the banquets that the Emperor's organization and the Venthyr are passionate about, just like a rare hermit among a group of depraved and extravagant vampires.

However, this does not mean that the Stoneforge is an unpopular character.

In fact, she is the most powerful person in the land of Revendreth. Even Emperor Denathrius, who shaped Revendreth, has to show courtesy to her.

The reason is also very simple. The Stonesmith controls the entire military power of Revendreth.

She is the creator of the Stone Legion and all Stoneborn. If Emperor Denathrius has absolute control over Venthyr and Nathrezim, then the Stonesmith also has the power to manipulate the Stoneborn, although this The lady never uses this power.

Prince Renathor also came to the Stoneforge before launching that stupid rebellion. With her help, it would no longer be difficult to overthrow the emperor's rule.

But the embarrassing thing is that the prince came to visit three times, but could not even enter the stone blacksmith's manor gate.

The foolish request was ignored.

It can be said to be very cold.

"Sir Black, you should know that it is very impolite to stare at a lady's forehead, right?"

In this studio filled with strange statues of various forms, the stone forger was holding a silver-gray forging hammer and busy carving out a huge stone statue similar to a stone demon but more ferocious, with his back to the Black couple. .

She said in a cold tone that a craftsman should have:

"Is there something dirty on my head?"

"Well, no, but it's just because there's nothing that makes people curious."

Blake curled his lips and stared at the stonesmith's bald head, which was as barren as Zoval's. He said in a strange tone:

"Although I have known for a long time that you are the only mysterious figure on this earth who can rival Emperor Denathrius, it was not until I actually met you that I realized that my doubts about you were completely groundless.

Being able to perfectly control the hairstyle of such a strong person has fully proved your invincible power. Well, on behalf of Ms. Elune, I pay tribute to you, the greatest Moon Night War Goddess. "

After the pirate finished speaking, Maiev pinched his waist hard.

The Sinful Princess glared at her unabashed husband. How could she comment so frivolously on a woman's hairstyle in front of her? how? Do you think women can’t have bald heads?

Do you know this is sexism?

He needs to be punched and apologized!

"ever?"

But the stonesmith didn't care about Black's comments about her unique hairstyle. The sin lord, who had an exaggerated bald head but wore a unique and exquisite ruby ​​silver ring crown on her forehead, stopped tapping the stone statue.

She savored the unique meaning of Blake's words, and after a few seconds, she put down the forging hammer and turned around.

The unique pair of topaz-like eyes mixed with blood stared at the pirate, and Lord Evil God keenly noticed the teardrop-shaped emblem belonging to Elune on the face of the stonesmith's forging hammer.

Stable!

Blake thought in his mind.

The sin lord who can be transformed into Venthyr after death has received the power of the Eternal but still engraves Lady Elune's sigil on his own utensils. This has proved that the stonesmith is in the world of death. Still holding on to his beliefs during his lifetime.

In other words, this is your real person!

Since he is one of his own, there is nothing to worry about. Everyone is Lady Elune's lackey, so naturally there is nothing that cannot be discussed.

"You said I was the greatest Moon Night War God 'ever'?"

The stone blacksmith looked at the evil god with unknown meaning and said:

"I'm curious, countless years after I arrived in the world of death, have new moon gods been born in the material stars? I heard little sister Maiev told your story, Black Shaw, you are Elu Is Ms. En’s godly?”

The arrogant and indifferent bald lady looked Blake up and down, then sneered after a few seconds and said:

"Ms. Elune seems to be still addicted to having sex with beasts. Her brain has been damaged. She actually chose an evil god as her god. It is really embarrassing to say that she believes in such a god."

"Ha! That's the smell, that's right."

Hearing the stone blacksmith's merciless and sharp comments about the gods he believed in, Blake's eyes suddenly lit up. He strode forward and said to the stone blacksmith enthusiastically:

"You and I are absolutely irresistible friends! My dear strong lady, in fact, I have tolerated Ms. Elune's unique 'little hobby' for a long time.

You don’t know, in order to please her, I even persuaded a wild demigod in Azeroth to accept Ms. Elune’s passionate love. I am a majestic evil god, and I actually went to pimp her.”

"Huh? Have you ever done something embarrassing like this? I thought I was the only one who was forced to do it.

As I struggled to save my world from the villains of the Void, in order to gain power from Lady Elune, I was forced to sacrifice the thousand-year-old beast my ancient nation had revered.

The guy was white-haired and very handsome by the standards of a beast. "

The stonesmith also became interested.

Under the gaze of Mrs. Maiev with twitching eyes, Mrs. Stonesmith, who was always cold and airy in front of her and so serious that people dare not breathe, actually chatted with her unreliable husband about the three of them together with great interest. The shameful past of believing in an excessive god.

"Ahem"

When the Stonesmith and Black began to exchange some very dirty gossip about the Moon Goddess, Maiev couldn't stand it any longer. She coughed a few times and reminded the two big men to get down to business.

"How did you fall in love with her? She is so boring, so old-fashioned, and not attractive at all."

The stonesmith who was interrupted from the conversation glanced at Maiev and complained to Blake. Lord Evil God sighed in cooperation and said:

“Back then, when I was young and frivolous and ignorant, I was captivated by the lovely priest who looked like a little white flower. When I came back to my senses, she had already tied the chain of heart and love to my heart.

Please don't say that about my wife, Mrs. Stonesmith.

She is indeed boring and conservative at certain times, but I believe she still has a lot of room for improvement in terms of interest. She has begun to learn from the depraved and extravagant Venthyr, which is worthy of encouragement. "

When he saw that Maiev, who had been scolded, had frowned and clenched her fists, the evil god coughed twice and said seriously to the stonesmith who was holding the wine glass:

"Enough small talk, let's get down to business."

"Okay, let's get down to business."

The stonesmith snorted and glanced at Black's Blade of Sorrow hidden in the Lunar Arms behind her. She took a sip of her wine and said in a confused tone:

"Did you kill them?"

"So be it."

The pirate made a falling object and replied:

"They will not interfere with the emperor's great cause."

"Good kill."

The ruthless bald lady sneered and said:

"These Venthyr are obsessed with cleverness, and love nothing more than trying to use intrigue to rival upright might.

This is true of Raysonard, and so is the cunning and changeable accuser. The countess who devotes herself wholeheartedly to political struggle and cliques is even worse than them.

How can such a rat succeed?

I have no interest in their little conspiracy, but you come to visit me with full confidence. I think Lord Evil God must have a plan that can make me look at you differently.

Say it. "

Blake maintained a gentle smile.

After he confirmed that the emperor was not eavesdropping, he whispered a noun:

"My plan is Nathrezim."