Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1960 88. The dog chain is broken

"Hahaha, the breaths of Zoval and the Silent One have disappeared, and even Aggrama was sent to Zaresantis. Three gods stepped into the holy land, and only one could come out alive.

Best of all, there may not be a winner in the end. "

At the highest point of the Dominion Sanctuary, on the dome platform overlooking the Maw, Emperor Denathrius held a glass of blood-colored wine with great satisfaction.

The scorching wind of the Abyss blew his long white hair, and made his blood-red cloak rustle behind him.

The chaotic scene in the Eternal City was displayed in front of the Emperor in the form of a projection. It was a "real-time live broadcast" sent back to their master by the Dread Lords who had lurked in Blake's great plundering fleet in advance.

The Emperor could see that the majestic and sacred city had been caught in the flames of plunder, the God-servers who wanted to defend the city, the plunderers gathered by Black, the Deepsworn who were killing people under Zovar's orders, and those who Refugees from various countries are fleeing the war in Oribos.

It's like a grand and bloody gladiatorial battle.

All lives are invested in it. They have their own purposes and goals, and they fight hard in the city for different desires and persistence, using blood and death to please the onlookers from above.

This was very much to Emperor Denathrius's liking.

In His understanding, at the beginning of this great era, there should be such an "appetizing" ceremony to celebrate the upcoming era of death.

Of course, the Emperor's confidence does not only come from the Nasrezim that he has placed under the stars in the material world, nor does it only come from the conspiracy promotion that he has carefully prepared for countless epochs. He has now mastered the real Now, the power is enough to realize one's ambitions.

Across the Maw in front of the Emperor's eyes, the legions belonging to Warden Zoval are being assembled.

An uncountable number of Abyssworn warriors, led by their respective commanders, lined up on the scorched wasteland of the Maw, and the terrifying and ferocious scorched beasts were also driven out of the beast trails, and the sky was everywhere. They are all soul-eating dragons and their knights wrapped in the shadow of death, as well as those fierce shadow-forged hounds.

The warden's evil eye flies through the air.

They are the eyes of Emperor Denathrius, allowing him to easily see the endless legions on the Maw Abyss.

The number of these Death Vanguards that Zoval forged from the souls that fell into the Maw in the past is enough to burst a world like Azeroth, not to mention that every Pioneer has the blessing of death.

Today, as the force of death becomes more and more powerful, these soldiers born from the Maw are also becoming stronger, and as long as the Styx River flows, his warriors will never die.

Even if the resisters in the material world miraculously kill all the death vanguards sent by Emperor Denathrius, so what?

In the Tower of Torghast and Sinful Souls behind the Great Emperor, under every stone in this Abyss land, there are countless suffering souls waiting to be infused into spiritual steel armor and transformed into new Abyssworn ones. , charging into battle for the great cause of the great emperor.

And the power of death is eternal!

Every time an enemy falls, the power of death increases. Every time they weaken, the power of the emperor expands. This is a war that will never have the second ending, and the outcome of this war will be As early as the moment the Emperor bewitched Sargeras to form the Burning Legion, He had already won!

Mention the Burning Legion?

Haha, what kind of garbage is that?

"With such an invincible army, my ancient brother Zoval can easily use his power to suppress the stars, wipe out all disobedience, and establish a large eternal territory.

But he was obsessed with searching for the ethereal power left behind by the Firstborn. "

On the high platform of the dominion sanctuary, Emperor Denathrius raised the wine glass in his hand and watched the bloody liquid in the glass swirling in the glass, reflecting his bright blood pupils.

At this moment when he was only one step away from the final goal, the Emperor couldn't help but sigh:

"Zovar still doesn't understand that even if he does find the power to reshape reality, he won't be able to truly create a unified universe as he wishes.

As long as the conflict between the Force is still there, as long as the power is still there, there will always be sparks of conflict among those creatures who pursue power.

Like an overly naive child.

How should I teach Him to learn to accept the reality that already exists, and try to find solutions to problems under such rules, instead of recklessly trying to reshape the rules.

Even the One who established the original order failed, how could He succeed?

How sad.

Haha, but this is not a bad thing. It is precisely because of His stubbornness and innocence that He has given me such undefeated power! Those things that Zoval wants to do but cannot do, I will help him do it.

Just use the death army he left behind to complete a unified death empire step by step on a down-to-earth basis."

"Your Majesty, the changes in the curtain of life and death are in your great expectation. After the passage of Zaresantis is opened, it is being weakened, and the road to the material world is about to open."

A Venthyr blood mage holding a complex magic instrument measured the changes in certain powers and respectfully reported to Denathrius:

"The boundary between the living and the dead is changing. Perhaps in the era of your rule, the Shadow Realm and the material world will truly be connected.

Congratulations, you can now tour your great kingdom without any hindrance. "

"Well, be humble, my servant, that's for later."

The emperor enjoyed this flattering celebration very much, but he still waved his hands gracefully and said to his servants:

"Let my legions continue to gather. After the curtain that hinders the conquest of death dissipates, I will lead them personally to set foot on the material world reflected above the Shadow Realm.

Our first conquest begins with Azeroth.

The world that gave birth to spine-chilling villains and bastards like Black Shaw must be very fascinating, and there is also a sleeping star soul there.

Well, that's great.

I will personally give birth to the first Death Titan in the Endless Empire.

I'm going to share this good news with another of my brothers and I can't wait.

Is that door open? "

He asked.

The respectful Venthyr noble behind him immediately replied:

"Yes, Your Majesty, the door to the Rune Carver's secret chamber has been opened with the efforts of your loyal servants. You can go and check on your prisoner at any time. Do you need us to tidy up his appearance to complete this conversation?

You know that the prisoner is in a terrible state, and it is humiliating to have him meet you in a foul-smelling manner. "

"No."

The emperor said with a straight face:

"You have no idea how noble he once was. His status is not determined by his appearance. Forget it, what's the use of telling you this?

You cannot understand those ancient bonds.

Don't let other people bother us. "

"As you command, Your Majesty."

A group of Venthyr nobles all leaned down to send their, and even the future ruler of the entire universe, off the high platform. Emperor Denathrius finally looked back at the River Styx at the end of his gaze.

It is said that before His arrival, Black's rough pirate servants crossed the veil of life and death from that river.

Tsk tsk, they are indeed a group of bandits, they are quite good at sliding doors and picking locks.

With a happy mood, the emperor quickly entered the Tower of Torghast Sinful Soul. Even after Zoval left, the tower was still so cold that it penetrated people, and there were still those wailings that almost never stopped. The tower is constantly echoing, like some kind of permeating tune welcoming the arrival of the noble.

Denathrius ignored these damn accompaniments. Before entering the secret chamber of the Talisman Engraver, he glanced at the King of Scorched Beasts who was walking and patrolling in this gloomy tower.

It was said to be the first brutal Abyss-devouring beast made by Zoval himself. Its brute force was powerful enough to tear the most powerful Eternal Colossus into pieces in the Ascension Fortress.

Unfortunately, such a beast is too vulgar and lacks wisdom.

The Emperor doesn't like this kind of creation very much, but that doesn't stop him from regarding this guy named "Talagru" as a pet that can execute all rebels for him.

"Come here and stay here!"

Denathius waved his hand, and the terrifying scorched beast king walked over with heavy steel sheep's hooves and stood respectfully outside the secret room.

When Zoval left, he ceded control of the Maw to Denathrius, and the Sin King was now the new master of the land.

"My ancient brother, I come to see you."

When the emperor stepped into the secret chamber of the Talisman Engraver, he was greeted by a stench. It was a strange smell caused by the accumulation of stains that had never been bathed in countless days and nights of forging work, which made Denasi, who likes neatness, Si almost couldn't hold himself any longer.

He could only stop at the edge of the secret room and look at the giant Talisman Engraver in front of him, whose hands and neck were bound with three chains of control, and whose face was covered by a ferocious instrument of torture.

The latter seemed to be resting and sleeping, unaware of the changes in the entire Maw Abyss and even the entire Shadow Realm, and was still snoring stupidly.

The emperor called:

"Wake up, my brother, I have good news to tell you. Look, I have brought back your extracted memories, and here you go, recall your identity, so that the conversation between us can be more interesting. Makes some sense.”

Denathrius casually threw the Talisman Carver's Memory Crystal that he had retrieved from Zoval's Ossuary at the giant in front of him. The thing shattered in mid-air, injecting wisps of pale memories into the giant. The memory of the giant in front of him was cleared from his mind, and the return of the memory also made the talisman carver scream.

The experience of having his thoughts driven into red-hot iron nails made him roar and struggle, and also caused the three chains above his head to continuously collide and make harsh sounds.

Perhaps because it was too painful, he broke two chains in succession and let himself collapse on the ground in a state of disgrace, panting and moaning in pain under the torture instrument of the spiritual steel skeleton.

"Denasius. Why are you here?"

The talisman seemed to have completely recovered his memory.

His voice was weak and tired, but he could already hear a hint of the tone of the former soldier master in the dull voice. He raised his head with difficulty, looking through the gap in the skull mask and looking at Denathrius who was smiling at him. , He said:

"Where is Zoval? Where is the villain who plotted against me?"

"Ah, our ancient brother has just realized his pure wish. A dangerous man from another world helped him open the way to the Holy Land of the First Born."

The emperor did not hide anything, and told the weak military leader the current situation very frankly:

“Zovar wants to obtain the power left by our Creator in the Holy Land of the First Born, so as to rewrite reality and fulfill his wish for world unity.

He has always been so stubborn and idealistic, but I am different.

I remember the admonition of the Firstborn when they expelled us from the Holy Land of the Creator, that we cannot return to the place where we were born, so I never thought about getting power from there.

My brother, a conquest of the material world is about to begin. After the material world will be the realm of other forces. This will be a glorious conquest. But to tell you the truth, I have no confidence in my military command ability. nothing. "

Denathrius said very humbly to the embarrassed talisman carver in front of him:

"I need your outstanding military capabilities. I need you to command this army for me, sweep across the universe for me, and bring me victory. I know you can do it."

"I don't want to help you."

The weak soldier coughed twice. Before the emperor continued to persuade, he seemed to have remembered something and suddenly asked:

"The passage of Zaresantis is opened, and the curtain of life and death left by the Firstborn will inevitably be affected. The barrier between us and the material world is weakening, right?

You are looking forward to setting foot on the stars with your army, but before that, I must confirm one thing.

Helm of domination!

Is the holy artifact of domination that Zoval ordered me to build to form the Death Vanguard in the material world still there? Can you still feel it?

tell me!

Denathrius, this is really important! "

"Of course, it is in Azeroth. It is like a mark, a beacon in the darkness. It can guide my army towards the goal and accurately send us into that magical world."

Emperor Denathrius stretched out his finger, tapped his temple, and said:

"Zovar gave me the control of the Maw before he left. I can feel the magical helmet just like him, and I can also give orders to the soul that obeys death just like him.

Well, Frostmourne and the Helm of Domination are artifacts that can create an army of death in the material world overnight. Only an excellent forging master like you can create such a magical strategic treasure for us. "

The emperor rubbed his chin and said:

"Perhaps after we capture Azeroth, I will ask you to create more similar artifacts for me, which will make my conquest easier.

Although this will make me lack a sense of accomplishment, but what should I say?

First things first. "

"Haha, you said you can control the Helm of Dominance?"

When the soldier heard what Emperor Denathrius said, he immediately fell on the ground and let out a weak but sarcastic laugh. He raised his head with a smile and said to the emperor:

"No! You can't control it. Although I am old and forgetful, I still vaguely remember Zoval's original request. It was an artifact that only the warden could control.

You may give orders, Denathrius, but the soul wearing the Helm of Command may not obey. "

"So what?"

The emperor snorted and said disdainfully:

"It's just a natural disaster of undead. I have no use for those low-level undead."

"That's right, but"

The soldier got up with difficulty and sat cross-legged in his secret room. He lowered his head, coughed, and said:

"But I remember that when I was forging that battle helmet, I seemed to have added some strange things into it. Some powers that would not work when the curtain of life and death was stable, but could produce miraculous effects as long as the barrier was weakened."

"Um?"

The expression of Emperor Denathius changed slightly, and he swung a scarlet whip and struck the soldier master, causing him to let out a painful cry, and there was a kind of uneasiness brewing in the emperor's heart.

As time went by, that uneasiness grew rapidly.

He shouted:

"What did you add to it!"

"key."

The warrior master curled up in pain under the flying scarlet whip. The Eternal One, who had lost his godhood and power, was so weak that he could not withstand the emperor's abuse.

But He was not afraid. Instead, he said to the emperor in a pleasant tone:

"I hid a key in that helmet. As long as they can find the key, they can actively break the weak curtain of life and death."

"Hahaha, what did I think it was?"

Emperor Denathius sneered and said:

"Isn't that better? Anyway, the curtain left by the First Born is about to collapse. The power of death is getting stronger day by day, and it has already been overwhelmed.

You are helping me, maybe I should honor you with this."

"No, it's different! You really have no talent at all in the military, you arrogant fool!"

The soldier lied on the ground and explained seriously:

"Irreparable complete collapse is different from fixed-point destruction on the node, passive activation is different from active activation, and who holds the leadership of the war is different!

It's not you who invaded them, Denathrius!

It is they who set out on an expedition against you.

Listen.

Did you hear that?

The sound of the dog chain breaking

Run away, run away, my brother, Black Shaw is just the craziest one in life born under the stars, he is not even the strongest one.

Now, they, and even the power behind them, are coming! "