Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The chaos of the night had returned to calm in the early hours of the morning.

The three floating cities of the Sharp Eyes Academy are still connected to the floating cities of the Creation Academy in three directions by chains of imprisonment, but the Sharp Eyes assassins have all withdrawn from the battlefield and returned to their respective places under the orders of Marquis Akalek. in the floating city.

The sharp-eyed assassins are very capable of executing tasks and instructions. They never ask too many secrets that they shouldn't ask, but they also have their own thoughts and curiosity about such bizarre things as tonight.

When the first ray of light appeared in the morning in Maldraxxus, rumors appeared in the floating city of the Sharp Eyes Academy, saying that the Marquis had reached an agreement on behalf of the Sharp Eyes Academy, the Soul Chosen Academy, and the Creation Academy. Alliance agreement, the three secret houses will organize together to work hard to end the chaos in Maldraxxus.

Some people also say that the Marquis saw the order from the Lord of War and chose to obey the Lord of War.

Although there is no evidence to prove the rationality of these rumors, the assassins guessed the truth by mistake. The fact is that after half a night of secret talks, the conflict between the three secret chambers has been finally resolved. .

Marquis Akalek resigned as the leader of the Sharp-Eyed Chamber and passed the position of Marquis to Kargath Bladefist, while Ms. Draka entered the Soul-Chosen Chamber and became the Soul-Chosen Baron to assist Laohou in preparing to unify the country.

As for the Queen of Creation Fenner Golden Sword.

This very characterful ruler did not bother to pay attention to these boring negotiations.

Before dawn, she and her brother, the extraterritorial evil god who held the weapon master's token in his hand, sneaked out of the floating city of creation. No one knew what they were doing.

Maybe it's a tryst?

Well, of course the truth is actually far less glamorous.

Fenner and Blake just ran all the way to the gladiator camp outside the Theater of Death, and successfully found the group of wandering agents who possessed wonderful technology under the leadership of the Moon Night War God and the young spider demon assassin Kalek.

"It's almost impossible to open a rift to a specific physical world!"

In the broker's camp full of technology, a broker who was sitting leisurely on a chair spread his hands and said to the man and woman in front of him:

“Technically speaking, this is not possible because we cannot locate the exact phase of the material world in the Kingdom of Death. The physical mapping of the two worlds is completely different.

Well, this lady seems to be a warrior, so I'll spare you the jargon.

Let me put it simply!

The laws of physics in Shadow Realm and the physical world are different!

This alone is enough to render all the means of teleportation you are familiar with ineffective, and the wonderful technology we have can only randomly open rifts to other realms.

So, to sum up, I simply can't do what you're asking for. "

"There is nothing that is impossible for a broker."

Blake glanced at the agent in front of him and said:

"I also have a broker friend, and she has some connections with you. I think it's impossible for the Le Consortium, which can send people to the Abyss and bring back its own people, to not be able to solve even a little teleportation trouble.

Besides, those friends of mine are not alive!

They are all lichs.

They are all dead, and they are souls who should have come to Maldraxxus. This does not allow you to do bad things, nor does it require you to take risks. It is just to take them 'home'. "

"That's no 'little trouble,' my dear friend."

The broker shook his head stubbornly and said:

"I won't take any chances.

That will destroy our only phase transfer transmitter. It is a precious thing that no amount of money can buy, and it is the lifeblood of our Le Consortium! "

"Ah, I understand, so all risks can be attributed to the issue of 'money'."

The pirate grinned, kicked the little fishman at his feet, and said to the broker:

"You should have told me earlier."

"Quack!"

Some little fishmen who were still awake rubbed their eyes and threw out a large bag of good things picked up from the Maw from their backpacks. Those things were thrown at the Broker's feet, and the dirty bag spread out to reveal a trace of The dim arc light immediately attracted the attention of the broker.

The ectoplasm fire on the latter's head trembled, and he re-explained to Blake with a very difficult mood:

"No! It's not about money.

I admit that your generosity makes me very excited, but I really can't take the risk. That machine is the common property of all my friends, do you understand?

I can't be so selfish and use it for my own gain. "

"Oh my God, there is a spiritual agent saint standing in front of me!"

Blake pretended to exclaim, then gestured to the fish-man and said:

"Why are you still hanging around? Don't let my broker friends and friends feel that their investment has been wasted. Everyone should get a piece of the transaction."

"Quack"

The fishman understood, and kept throwing various small bags at the broker's feet.

Various spiritual pockets from Ardenweald, sculptures made of natural wood and sacrificial objects of the Loa, luxurious palace treasures from Revendreth, and exquisite works of art from the Venthyr are even more impressive. The agents all gathered together.

Especially one of those treasures, an oil painting that recorded the majestic posture of Emperor Denathrius, was even more hotly discussed by the brokers in private. They were evaluating how much money they could get by sending this thing to the bank of the Tower Consortium.

“It’s really not about money.”

The broker's tone of refusal became weaker and weaker.

Its body and the ectoplasmic flame began to tremble, but Blake was not taken advantage of. When the little fish man was about to throw more things, he was stopped by Blake with his eyes.

He held his pipe in his mouth, opened his arms and said to the wandering agents around him:

"Everyone, Mr. Le told me that the teleporter is your common property, and everyone has certain ownership rights to that machine.

I understand everyone's difficulties, so I decided to distribute these properties equally to every agent present to ensure everyone's interests. As long as Mr. Le nods his head, the money will be yours.

But if Mr. Le still refuses this good deal, you will get nothing but my disgust and hostility.

I have always been a reasonable person.

But I’m also very proficient in the art of being unreasonable. "

The evil god winked at Fenna, who was already impatient beside him.

The Queen of Creation sneered. She was used to putting on a red face. She took out the Titan Killer and thrust it into the ground. The blue anger was transmitted along the blade to the ground and burst out into an arc of light like a holy light offering, causing the agents around her to flash in horror. open.

"Sell it to them, lo! We can make some money, and the machine can be rebuilt."

The next moment, there was a shout from the crowd, and then it was recognized by many people. The voice of persuasion gradually became louder, and the ectoplasm flame on the head of the broker who made the decision shone faster and faster.

After more than ten seconds of silence, it suddenly stood up and made an obscene gesture unique to agents at Blake.

It shouted:

"The machine will definitely break! I can guarantee that what you are going to do has exceeded the upper limit of what our teleporter can withstand. You are letting your friends die.

But I have no business with the quirks of you damn rich people.

That machine is yours.

But if it breaks you will have to pay double! "

"That's right."

The Pirates laughed and wasted no time before being led by the cursing broker to their magical instrument.

That thing looked like several irregular energy coils gathered together to form an array. Anyway, Black's poor engineering level couldn't understand how this thing could work.

However, under the operation of the broker, the anima power was poured into the array and quickly formed a regular energy resonance. After Black took the initiative to take out his seal in black as the reference coordinate for phase conversion, a brief The rift connecting Maldraxxus to the material world was opened.

It's like a black crack running through reality, and then opening into a crack in the difficult energy vibration.

The broker was already yelling at them to speed up, and Black, being a bold bastard, actually stuck his head into the crack and shouted at the lichs waiting to be teleported below the Well of Destiny on the other side:

"Hey! It's too late to explain! Get in the car!"

His joyful shouts immediately attracted the attention of Dean Lanyue. She raised her head and saw an unusual black crack appearing quietly during the phase transition. The scenery opposite the crack was desolate, and the transformation of the crack could still be vaguely reflected. In it, you can see the galloping of thousands of troops and the terrifying scenes of destruction in the floating city battle.

"My soul is calling, in the world across the way."

Old Merry leaned on the staff of Atiesh and shouted:

"Across the way is Maldraxxus. I have seen its appearance in my dreams. It is a desolate but strife-filled war wasteland. It is the birthplace of the orthodox lich and the source of the power of death."

"Stop talking nonsense and leave quickly!"

The Black Crow Lich Elisande pushed behind him with a cold face, allowing Old Merry to be the first to cross the black gap, and then everyone filed in.

Almost at the moment when the last person crossed the rift, the energy array that the brokers tried their best to maintain was torn apart by the explosion that shattered the earth.

Blake only had time to hear a scream from the strange guy who finally crossed the rift. Several lichs were blown into the sky in the energy explosion, and several unlucky brokers who couldn't dodge were also swept into the sky. The fire that started disappeared in an instant, and after the energy conflict subsided, only a large, scorching pit remained.

The former broker stood beside the pit as if he were mourning for his heir, jumping on his feet and cursing:

"Look! Look! I told you so! This is what happens if you don't follow the rules."

"Shut up!"

Blake was in a hurry to see his good lich friends, so how could he have time to quarrel with a broker?

He grabbed a bag of treasure and threw it at the broker, saying casually:

"This is a pension for those unlucky ones. Let's discuss the rest with my financial officer! Her name is Wei Nali, and she should be in the Ascension Fortress now."

"Wei Nally?"

The angry agent immediately calmed down and glanced at Blake who was leaving in a hurry, wondering whether to send the news to the Wei Financial Group.

While thinking about it, he squatted down, collected all the treasures on the ground, and put them into his pocket.

pension?

What pension?

Ha, you didn’t expect that, right?

The contracts of the homeless agents recruited here by the Le Consortium do not include pensions at all! All it takes is to pay the families of those unlucky people the equivalent of three years' salary to settle the matter.

The consortium made a lot of money from this business.

If you include the news about the "defector" Wei Nali, this is double or even triple the profit.

"Dean, are you okay?"

Black led Fenner and the little fishman to the landing point of several lichs that were blown away in the previous explosion. By the impact pit on the ground, the few lichs who were invited were not in serious trouble.

Even the kitten in Kel'Thuzad's arms was safe. It was lying on its owner's head, looking around at this dead and desolate war country.

When Dean Lanyue saw Blake and Fenner running over, he immediately showed a gentle smile, showing his demeanor as a scholar and mentor, but when he approached the pirate, he used the power of death to pinch Blake's waist.

Is this how you, bastard, treat your spiritual partner? Do you wish that I died in the teleportation accident so that I could inherit the Lan Yue family's legacy with a heavy heart?

Blake could swear to God that he never had such rebellious thoughts.

But before he could explain, Fenna, who came with him, exclaimed, jumped into the pit and pulled twice, dragging a gray-faced guy out of the pit.

That's a blue draenei

Well, a headless corpse, still wearing the gorgeous gloomy robe of a master warlock, was dragged out of the impact crater by Fenner. The guy's headless body was still reaching out and groping around, trying to find his head.

"Idiot, left! Come to the left! Yes, that's right here, reach out! Dig down, I'm underneath! I'm buried under the sand pit."

A noisy, familiar and crazy voice sounded from under the impact crater, causing Blake to scratch his head and look at Dean Lanyue.

As the captain, Ms. Lan Yue also covered her face and was too lazy to explain why they, a group of cold lichs, would bring such a funny guy to the Kingdom of Death.

This matter is very complicated and cannot be explained in a sentence or two.

As the pirates watched speechlessly, the headless blue Draenei corpse finally dug out its head from the impact pit after a few minutes of pulling, and removed the burning skull inlaid with gorgeous jewels. He clicked it onto his spine, then held his palate bone with both hands and turned it several times before adjusting the burning head to the appropriate position.

"Hey, Blake! Aren't you happy to see your old friend?"

Old Man Thal'kiel waved his hand to greet Black enthusiastically, while looking at the desolate scenery of Maldraxxus with his burning eyes, he said:

"Although I have long known that this place is a ghost place, I really didn't expect that people would come to such a country after death. Well, this is probably the legendary hell, right?"

"No, your understanding of hell is too shallow."

Blake took a step forward, pinched Thaqir's spine and shouted:

"Only a pure and beautiful soul like Dean Blue Moon who is dedicated to studying the truth of magic can come to Maldraxxus. A bastard mad warlock like you who sleeps with his own student is only worthy of going down to the Maw to watch out for the anima sows!

You bastard!

Didn’t you say that only lichs would come here?

Why are you, a master fel warlock and reaper, here to join in the fun! "

"Huh? Look at my skull head, look at my immortal evil soul, and finally look at my outstanding spell-casting skills!"

Old man Sachir pointed at his head and said:

"What makes me unlike a lich? You can't slander me just because we have a good relationship. I think I am a lich, well, an abnormal kind of supernumerary lich."

"The lich uses the power of death, what about you?"

Fenna also faintly helped.

Although she is a warrior, she still knows the difference between a warlock and a lich.

"Can't you just think of me as the first lich to use the fel force in history? What a big deal!"

Thaqir triumphantly declared with his hands on his hips, making the pirate completely despair.

He knew that there was no way to reason with a madman.

Judging from the terrible expressions on Dean Lanyue's and others' faces, one could tell that they must have discussed this issue with Thakir for a long time but could not convince him, so they could only bring this trouble to Black.

"Forget it, just say yes."

The pirate also lay down.

He no longer dwelled on these matters, and said to the lichs and supernumerary lichs in front of him:

"I will take you to the Ritual Chamber now. Their assessment will begin tonight, and your identities are the wandering lichs invited by the Soul Selection Chamber from other countries. You represent the Soul Selection Chamber to participate in this time. During the Lich assessment.

This is equivalent to foreign students taking a test in the best local school and causing trouble. You have to be prepared. Do you understand?

Don't be afraid of causing trouble, the three secret chambers are already mobilizing troops. "

Black waved his hand and said something to the Lich Masters of Azeroth with a fierce look on his face. Dean Lanyue nodded. She pushed up her crystal glasses and said with interest:

"The Ritual Chamber of Maldraxxus is the birthplace of the lich inheritance of the material stars. It is a holy place for death magic. The most orthodox lichs study the knowledge leading to the eternal truth of death.

They will definitely bring us more understanding on the path of truth. Well, I am looking forward to this academic visit even more. "

"Well"

Lord Evil God's expression changed slightly. He pursed his lips, moved to the dean's side, and whispered:

"You know that another meaning of 'orthodox' is 'conservative', right? As far as I know, the Lich system of the Ritual Secret Academy has not been updated for a long time.

Therefore, I think it is better for you to lower your expectations for this ‘Holy Land Tour’.

My dean, the less you expect, the less you will be disappointed. "