MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1872 98. Sleep you paralyzed up hey

   Chapter 1872 98. Sleeping, you are paralyzed, hey

  The Draenor Outpost world has uncovered hordes of Legion demons, and the Star Saints who travel back and forth among the stars have brought more worrying news.

   The Dark Titan is approaching Azeroth at an extremely fast pace.

   He almost mobilized all the demons in the entire material stars to come with Him to eradicate the Void villains in His eyes, the demons are almost going crazy!

Although they lost the resurrection point of Argus, they lost two Demon Lords, the eredar demons who served as commanders and staff in the Legion defected collectively, and the Nathrezim frantically destroyed before they escaped. All the intelligence systems of the Burning Legion have been eliminated, and the demons of the stars have become "blind".

   But this is not enough to quench the demons' feverish desire to fight.

   What's more, this time, their invincible gods personally supervised the battle. The terrifying increase that Sargeras brought to the demons almost locked the morale of the demons, reducing them from an elite destruction army to a group of crazy monsters.

   This makes the demons lose the advantages of the command system, but it also allows them to completely unleash their chaotic nature, making them more dangerous.

From the point of view of the stars, this is tantamount to a black tide that drowns everything and is converging along the galaxy to the world of Azeroth. Even if a small world has the protection of the Titan Soul, it can only be protected by this terrifying tide. Hit ashes.

   These brought back messages were not withheld.

Under Norgannon's behest, news with terrifying information was sent to the desks of the major forces that were already resolute and determined, and the pressure of death brought the whole of Azeroth into a battle. In the frenzy of fighting for survival.

  In the Eastern Continent, the most elite legions of mankind have all been mobilized.

  From Tirisfal Glades to Stranglethorn Vale, from Eagle's Nest Mountain to the Blasted Lands, young men of the right age are recruited and trained, while veterans go to various strategic locations according to plan.

  The Dark Portal, Blackrock Mountain, Khaz Modan, Alterac and other strategic locations have become real barracks, and humans, dwarves, elves and gnomes have been twisted into a rope.

   Under the command of Varian Wrynn and his two lieutenants, Muradin Bronzebeard and Kael'thas Sunstrider, they will complete the full-scale arming of this unyielding continent in the shortest possible time.

   Of course, the commanders did not forget to entrust the funeral while preparing for the decisive battle.

   Under a hidden tower in Tol Barad.

  Queen Stephen Arrian, who was escorted here by Shaw himself, carried the sleeping baby Anduin Wrynn in his arms and walked into the unremarkable tower.

   In front of her eyes was a peculiar gate that was chosen by the Silent One, the Great Warlock Evil Eye himself, guarded like a portal but covered in flames and shadows.

   Beside her, Princess Irina, who was also sent by Kael'thas, was whispering to the pregnant Princess Moira Bronzebeard.

   "I don't want to go to any sanctuary at all!"

   Princess Bronzebeard said irritably:

"The child in my womb is destined to be the king of the mountain, and his mother has to set an example for him. If we lose this battle, the whole world will be gone, if that's the case then why send us to this **** refuge?

   After our men die in battle, will those demons let us go?

  We have to fight too! "

   "I can understand your anger, Ms. Moira."

   Queen Arianne shook her head and said:

   "But please calm down, it's not just dignitaries who enter the Sanctuary with us. It is said that Lord Silent has placed many people who are unable to protect themselves there.

  We were not happy in the past.

   We are there to take up our responsibilities. "

   "Yes, ladies."

   The evil eye guarding the portal to the sanctuary leading to the land of flames put on an air of "I am a master", and explained to these noble ladies:

   "The plan to emigrate to the sanctuary had been secretly begun long before the Battle of Argus, and children under the age of twelve were sent all over the world, along with those eligible ladies.

   There are already hundreds of thousands of people from the eastern continent waiting there.

  The servants of the Silent One are in charge of the place, but their demons fight well, they don't know anything about management, and the twins are about to be driven crazy.

   Your presence will effectively ease the chaos in the Sanctuary, and according to Lord Silent, this is how you, rich in the art of domination, will contribute to this war. "

   "Are there many such shelters?"

  The delicate Princess Irina just took the fruit of Arcandor yesterday. Her magic addiction was removed but her body was still weak, so Kael'thas specially dispatched several female Phoenix guards to protect her.

   The princess asked with a wink.

  Evil Eye shook his head, looking at this delicate elf princess who, in the eyes of an orc, could hardly give birth to a child in a healthy way, and said mysteriously:

   "This is confidential.

   But the war is about to start and several of them are big people, so they won't leak secrets casually. Our sanctuary is for humans, dwarves, gnomes, and the elves of Quel'Thalas.

   As far as I know, there are similar sanctuaries in the Four Elemental Realms.

   And the night elves and the green dragon started the Emerald Dream to protect children and the elderly. The pandaren of Pandaria also created temporary demi-planes in dreams supported by the Tree of Fortune.

   The loa of the troll empire seem to have a similar plan.

   So you don't have to worry about the survival of this world. Once we lose the battle outside, these shelters will be pushed away from the main plane by the power left by the Titans.

  You will escape the day of destruction of Azeroth, and drift among the stars in the way of the "Mysterious Plane", waiting for the next step of Lord Silent One.

   Save Tinder! "

  Evil Eye shook his head and sold the third-hand news he heard from Blake. When sending a few big people into the shelter, he specially reminded Queen Stephen Elian who was holding the prince:

   "Please take care of Princess Calia Menethil, her safety is very important to the future of Azeroth."

   "Calia was also sent to the shelter?"

The Queen    said in surprise:

   "The kid said last time that she would fight the devil to the end in the name of the Holy Light."

   "She really doesn't want to come."

  Evil Eye shrugged and pouted:

   "But some things can't be her way.

  Alas, unfortunately, our evil eye was born to be an ugly orc. If I was born like a flower and a jade, with a great body, I would have gone to the shelter to enjoy my life long ago, why would I need to stay here and fight the devil to my death?

   This is really.

  When will men be able to enjoy the same treatment as girls? "

—

   "The demons are coming, and their outposts have reached Draenor."

In Northrend's Frostlands, on the continent's most mysterious and darkest glacier, Black is sitting on a throne entirely shaped by eerie ice, playing with the eerie helmet beside the throne. While looking at His Majesty the Lich King leaning on his sword and looking into the distance, he said:

   "The war is going much faster than we predicted, and I'm sure the demons won't waste time on Draenor, they'll use the raiding tactics they're best at.

   Then there is no such thing as contact and preparation for war. Once a war begins, it will be a world war, and it will instantly become white-hot.

   And at the moment when Sargeras brought the sword, the fate of this world will be doomed. I said, why is your throne so uncomfortable?

   Don't you feel frozen ass?

   I just sat for a few minutes and felt like my **** was freezing to the throne. "

  The pirate pouted and looked at the silent Lich King, he stretched his voice and said meanly:

   "But it's actually a good thing, right? At least you don't have to worry about hemorrhoids."

   "I don't care about the Burning Legion."

  His Majesty Lothar finally spoke.

   This ruthless monarch who has been completely integrated with the northern glacier wore his weird bald scoop-like hairstyle and said in a hoarse tone:

   "Demons cannot instill fear into the dead, and no matter how many they come, they will only fall in the silent march of the endless tide of death, and what really worries me is the shadow that gives me invincible power behind it.

   In this sinister time, I feel like a knife.

  I will intervene in this war and end an era, but this is not my intention, the black hand behind the scenes has emerged, and I am being played by him and applauded.

   I should probably put down Frostmourne and ask the Light's forgiveness here

   Before everything is saved. "

   "Don't say that, my Lord Lothar, don't be so pessimistic."

  Black doesn't matter.

   He threw the Helm of Dominance up and down in his hand.

   As if playing acrobatics, he made the black battle helmet spin continuously at his fingertips, and the gems embedded on the gloomy battle helmet emit dim light, making it dance into a light band when it rotates, which is really beautiful.

   In this little game, Black said:

   "Didn't you wear the crown created by death? You are still struggling, like a chess piece that you don't want to fall into the hands of a chess player, you are still trying your best to escape the fate you were created by.

  Don't worry, my Lich King, I'm on your side.

  I will help you.

   But I hope you have found the right person. "

   Lord Cthulhu stood up from the ice throne that almost froze his buttocks, looked at the gray ice cap glacier in front of him, and looked at this dead wasteland that only belonged to His Majesty the Lich King.

   He put his hand on Lothar's cold shoulder armor and said:

   "You can't take it with you, but it has to have an owner or someone will fidget.

  As servants, it is necessary for us to help those employers soothe their restless minds. Only when everything goes according to His plan will He sit obediently and dull in His castle and wait for the doomsday to come.

   And you and the undead natural disaster are the last link.

   Have you ever hunted?

   Your Majesty Lothar. "

  Lothar did not answer, and was not in the mood to answer such a joking question, he issued a silent order through Frostmourne's control of the Scourge of the Undead.

   A few minutes later, Yrel, the commander of the death knights under Lothar's little hoof, stepped into the cold place wrapped in the cold wind, carrying a frozen sarcophagus.

"boom"

  The sarcophagus was placed under the Ice Throne.

Blake stepped down the slippery stairs made of ice and came to the sarcophagus. He glanced at Yrel, who was expressionless. After watching for a few seconds, Yrel shook his tail uneasily. Fiercely said:

   "Why are you looking at me?"

   "Nothing, just have a look."

  The pirate pouted.

   Heart said that this undead is really not cute, he stretched out his hand to hold the edge of the sarcophagus and pushed it gently. Amidst the sound of ice cubes breaking, a gloomy chill came towards him.

   This is pure death aura, and even freezes the handsome long hair of the evil god.

   He moved in front of his eyes, pushed the icy mist away, and glanced at the coffin, where there was a "sleeping" big man, not a sleeping beauty waiting for the prince to wake up.

   But Black let out a weird laugh at this moment.

   He let out a long breath.

   took the Helm of Domination from Lothar behind him, and with the help of Yrel, put the helmet on the head of the guy in front of him. When he was about to touch, Lothar reached out and held Black's wrist.

   He opened his mouth, and a gloomy cold air poured out. In the low temperature that freezes the soul, he asked:

   "Are you sure he can? If he is controlled, are you sure you will entrust the fate of the world and the entire stars to such a guy?"

"Believe me."

  Black glanced at Lothar and said:

"If he can't stand it, then the world and the stars are doomed. In fact, I can also drag Varian to death. I think Varian can barely withstand that kind of death force. call.

  If you think it's appropriate, I'll leave at once and bring your son's body in ten minutes.

   As long as you nod your head"

  Lothar stared blankly at the Crumb Pirate.

   In the next instant, he released his five fingers and let the Helm of Domination in the hands of the evil **** fall on the head of the corpse.

  Ugh, kinda stuck.

   After all, this helmet was designed with the size of a human or elf’s head, but an artifact is an artifact. After a moment of stagnation, it expanded at a rapid speed and finally fell perfectly.

   "Why isn't he awake yet?"

  The death hoof Yrel, who was watching all this, asked curiously:

   "According to the power of the death force artifact, he should be awakened immediately."

   "He just doesn't want to wake up."

  Blake shrugged, picked up his pipe and breathed twice in this icy land, letting the flames ignite on the pipe, and when the first puff of smoke burst out, the evil **** stretched his voice and said:

   "He already has a perfect home, and he only wants to indulge in the dream of a warrior instead of facing the world that makes him exhausted.

  It’s okay, don’t rush.

  He will wake up.

   He will join us willingly and eventually become the key to unlocking all these troubles”

   "Why are you so sure? Why are you so confident in him?"

   Yrel frowned and said:

   "It seems to me that His Majesty Lothar is better suited than this dead man to undertake your crazy plan."

   "The reason is simple."

  Blake glanced at the guy lying in the coffin, who was scorched by strange flames all over his body, like a piece of blackened bone.

   He glanced at Lothar, then at Yrel, patted the coffin board and said:

   "Because, his name is Brox Saurfang! A madman who dared to swing his sword against the Titans, a true warrior, a warrior god.

   He must have been very angry when he woke up, so I think you'd better get him a weapon.

  According to the tradition of the orcs, an axe that fits very well and can smash the enemy's skull. I brought you all the blueprints, and you still have a little time to forge it.

   This is a good thing I got from my good brother in the Shadow Realm. If I hadn’t convinced him that this would bring more additional deaths, he would be stingy and unwilling to give it.

   This is another weapon designed by the great craftsmen who forged Frostmourne. It is much more powerful than the waste of Apocalypse. It was designed to replace Frostmourne's shortcomings in melee combat.

   This will be a real killing blade. "

  The pirate threw a forging blueprint with the death rune sealed to Yrel, saying:

   "Following the tradition this time, let's call it 'Shadowmourne'. In the shadows under the light, there is always someone walking with a load, isn't it?"

   (end of this chapter)